#it was hiding behind/between my legs and dashing out and running back under the legs

[warmcoals]

i played with a brand new ultrababy kitten yesterday and my heart still hasnt recovered

[devilmademewriteit]

Javier Peña & Joel Miller Headcanons

a smutty edition<3

warnings: rough sex/smut (fem penetration, oral (both receiving), fingering) so 18+ only content; fem!afab!reader; dbf!Joel Miller; step!dad Joel Miller (so step-cest [I’m sorry]); implied age gap; choking; spanking; smoking (and probably more—this is just pure filth, read at your own risk).

TYSM for 500 followers!! In honour of that, enjoy some slightly depraved Joel Miller & Javier Peña headcanons based on requests yall have sent me<33333

PS: DBJAG part 3 coming to YOUR dash, real soon! Read part 1 here & part 2 here!

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Javi laying his steady hands against the soft, inner skin of your thighs, spreading your shaking legs wide open for him and letting out a sinful groan. He’d never seen anything so perfect as the sight of your aching cunt dribbling down onto your cluttered desk. His practiced tongue draws long, breathy exhalations from your lips. Keep quiet while I taste you, querida. Skirt bunching around your waist, underwear shoved in his back pocket, your knuckles turn white on the hardwood edge of the table as you listen for footsteps, voices, the distant ring of a telephone.

“Be a good girl and keep watch for me—or d’you want everyone in the office to know just how needy this pussy is?

Dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, fucking you dumb from behind in a dark, deserted alleyway, muffling your cries with a calloused hand over your mouth. His fingernails dig mercilessly into the skin under your cheekbones—Joel loves watching the combined effect of his cock and his suffocating palm on your big, drunken eyes, sending them rollin’, straight up to the skies. He laughs when you squirm against his hips, responding to every desperate moan you breathe against his skin with a lazy, harsh slap to your ass.

“Always wanted to send you back to your old man with my cum drippin’ down your thighs”

It’s your first month at the new job—after graduating college, you thought the possibility of being hazed was behind you. That is…until you get assigned a seat next to Javier Peña at a work dinner, feeling a rough hand slide up your leg and long, dexterous fingers ease your underwear to the side, teasing your aching clit all night long. He engages you in small talk with your boss—the weather and politics—speaking nonchalantly as his middle and fourth fingers pump in and out of your pulsing cunt.

“Words a little hard tonight, sweetheart? Or something else getting you tongue-tied?”

Joel’s massive hands on either side of your head as he facefucks you selfishly, tears running down your puffy cheeks while you near-suffocate on his thick length. Open wide before you swallow, baby—show me how my cum looks on your lil’ tongue. Grabbing at his forearms and staring into his dark, hungry eyes, dazedly wondering how you’ll manage to hide the bruises on your knees in the coming weeks. Dragging a thick thumb under your eye, he drinks in the sight of your tear-soaked face.

“That’s right,” an approving groan. “Knew that pretty lil’ mouth was good for somethin’ other than whinin’”

Riding Agent Peña on his unmade bed, bringing your lighter up to the cigarette hanging from his mouth til’ the tip glows red-hot. Breathing in the smoke he blows out between your ecstasy-parted lips as he rolls his hips against yours, the dark head of his cock pressing against that spot inside you.

“Look at me when you come, hermosa. Look so fuckin’ pretty with my cock up inside you.”

Getting lessons from your step-dad, Joel, on how to stroke, suck, and ride a cock properly—like a big girl. He talks you through it slowly, breaking you in til’ you’re sore, bruised, and thoroughly used. Like that, Joel? Pumping his hard length between your delicate, devoted fingers, watching intently as his face contorts with pleasure. Alright, angel—that’s enough playin’ around. Facedown for me, now. Listening, paying attention, doing your best to be the perfect little student.

“N’ when a man says he wants to come inside this needy lil’ pussy, you say yes, alright?”

Blowing off steam with a couple of girlfriends at the bar and running into the very person who’s been making your work-life so stressful. Watching him flirt with other women for hours before he bothers a glance your way. Rolling your eyes when he winks at you. Javier’s low voice rings crystal clear despite the loud music filling the space—one hand on your shoulder, the other hovering over the back of your neck as he leans down to whisper softly in your ear.

“Roll your eyes all you want, querida; we’ll see how tough you are when I’ve got you on your hands and knees, beggin’ for it”

Joel Miller—over double your age and double your size—growing tired of the short, tight clothing you’ve been wearing around him. Dressin’ like that’s gonna attract the wrong kinda attention, sweetheart. Testing him, pulling him in with a wicked, skyward gaze—that’s what I’m hoping for, Miller—and getting rewarded with a thick hand around your throat, rough fingers manhandling your breasts. Need me to show you what the wrong kinda attention feels like? Nodding enthusiastically, needing for him to use you.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, if I’da known how much of a slut you are, I woulda fucked you stupid the second you were legal”

Bonus fluff:

Agent Peña carrying you home to his couch after watching you take one too many shots at the club. He just can’t help stepping in to rescue you, regardless of the fact that he barely even knows you. When you wake up in the morning, confused and thoroughly hungover, he’s already at the office—but there’s a warm coffee, an aspirin, and a muffin waiting for you on the nearby table.

“you really can’t handle your tequila, hermosa. did you eat?”

Joel kissing you roughly at the peak of his climax and then finding himself completely unable to stop. Your lips are sore, red, and severely abused by the end of the night and still the man can’t get enough of you. The grey-speckled hair of his mustache brushes against your Cupid’s bow and he tastes like necessity, something desperate in the way his mouth clings to yours, his hand delicately cradling the back of your head. Almost as if you were precious to him.

“you sure know how to make a hard man soft.”

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[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 25

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5k

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Friday, December 18; 11:00 AM - School.

The bell rings, signaling the end of classes. I finally leave the classroom, leaving behind my last lessons of the year. They were certainly the longest I’ve ever endured since my last exam. I’ve never been so excited to get out of here. My things were already packed even before the final announcement. I run out without waiting for Alexia, who’s desperately calling after me in the hallway. I manage to avoid the rush and arrive in record time in front of Lucy’s office. I immediately scan the room for her, but she’s nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Bronze?” I ask, out of breath.

“Hello to you too, Ona,” Engen greets me. “She had to go to administration. She shouldn’t be long.”

“Thanks!” I say as I turn to leave.

“Hey! No running in the halls!” Engen reprimands me.

Her warning doesn’t stop me from continuing my sprint toward the entrance hall. I smile when I see Lucy making her way through the students rushing to leave. I dash towards her, causing her to frown as soon as she sees me. Before she has the chance to scold me, I leap onto her.

“What are you doing, Ona?” she growls sternly.

She tries to shake me off, but I tighten my legs around her waist. I’m too happy to care about the attention we’re drawing.

“I did it, Bronze! I did it!” I shout excitedly.

“What are you talking about?” she grumbles. “Let go of me!”

“It’s thanks to you! I passed almost all my subjects!”

My words stop her in her tracks. She stops struggling and looks me straight in the eyes. Her expression changes dramatically, making me beam with joy. The wait to show her all my makeup test scores that my homeroom teacher gave me during my last class was unbearable. I release my grip on her now that I have her full attention.

“Even though this is good news, never do that again… in public,” she scolds me. “Am I clear?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply indifferently.

I rummage through my bag and pull out all my makeup test papers. I put the first one we worked on together at the top—the one with the math equations. My teacher handed it back to me along with the rest since I was sick when it was returned and he forgot to give it to me earlier.

“Here, look.”

She sighs in annoyance and snatches the papers from my hands. She squints as she examines them. Her features soften, and her tense jaw relaxes. She looks back and forth between me and the first paper several times.

“An eighteen!? When did you take this one?”

“It was the first one you helped me study for. The equations, remember?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I got the highest grade,” I say proudly.

She smiles as she flips through the rest. I smile too, noticing that she’s genuinely interested. My grades range between eight and sixteen. They’re nothing like the ones I used to get, which ranged between three and nine. Thanks to her, my averages are going up, maybe even doubling if my last assignments of the week turned out well. It’s a huge leap forward.

“See, I told you there was no reason to worry. You drove yourself crazy for nothing, and you drove me crazy in the process!”

The pressure I had been carrying is released in a nervous chuckle. She surprises me by pulling me into a hug, even though a few students are still passing through the hall. I won’t complain and just let myself enjoy it. All my efforts have finally paid off.

“I’m proud of you.”

I smile against her shoulder, savoring those simple words. It’s hard to remember the last time someone said that to me. The fact that it’s coming from Lucy warms my heart. The emotion and relief are so overwhelming that a few tears escape without me realizing it. I step back to avoid breaking down and quickly wipe my eyes to hide any evidence of recent tears. Unfortunately, it seems she noticed, as she gently wipes the dampness from under my eyes with her thumbs.

“It’s all thanks to you…”

“I didn’t do anything special,” she says with a sincere smile.

“Yes, you did. You helped me, supported me… You’ve been there from the start and never gave up on me.”

“That’s not what you said when you first arrived.”

A throat clearing interrupts our moment, startling us. Our intimate moment could have been witnessed by anyone, but we relax when we see it’s only Engen.

“You’re both so reckless! Doing that in front of everyone! Imagine if Wiegman had seen this scene!”

If Engen weren’t so angry, I’d probably be laughing. It’s the first time I’ve seen her so mad. She’s usually in a teasing mood. Lucy doesn’t seem fazed; in fact, she seems amused by the situation.

“The chances were slim since I just came out of his office. But thanks for being so concerned.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she grumbles.

“Anyway, here, go eat. They’re waiting for you.”

I nod as I put my papers back in my bag. I wish them a good lunch before heading to the cafeteria. As I expected, everyone is already at the table. No one seems bothered by my delay. I’m sure Ale explained why. She knew I wanted to show my grades to Lucy. Anyway, everyone is too preoccupied with their upcoming holiday plans to notice my absence. In a few hours, we’ll all finally be home.

“Did you manage to ask Mapi about New Year’s?” Ale asks me.

“Well, no, I didn’t get the chance. She wasn’t feeling well, so I didn’t have the opportunity. I’ll ask her during the week and let you know.”

“Okay, we’ll go with that. We’ll be in touch anyway, right? Unless you decide to go radio silent for two weeks…”

“That wasn’t my plan,” I reply with a small smile.

“Phew! Because I’d miss you! Well, except maybe your snoring.”

“I don’t snore!” I protest.

“That’s what you say,” she teases.

“It only happened when I was sick because my nose was blocked,” I defend myself. “It doesn’t count.”

“You snore even when you’re not sick. I swear! Where’s Bronze? She’ll confirm it!”

“She wouldn’t know that,” I mutter.

“She watched over you all week. Of course she knows.”

“Ridiculous,” I roll my eyes.

Alexia laughs while I’m clearly annoyed by her claim. There’s no way I snore. Mapi can’t stand snoring. She would’ve said something if I did.

“So, is it true?” Alessia asks.

“Of course not,” I insist. “My ex would’ve kicked me out of bed if it were.”

“Seriously, she would’ve done that?” Alexia giggles. “Oh my God, I really need to meet her!”

“Who are we talking about?” Alessia asks, looking quite curious.

Alexia glances at me, biting her lip. Her slightly too obvious comment didn’t go unnoticed. Surprisingly, I don’t mind. It’s not like most of the people around the table don’t already know about my orientation. Alexia had encouraged me to tell them a while ago, so I did. However, she’s the only one who knows about Mapi.

“Mapi” I say hesitantly.

« Mapi as Mapi your best friend ? » Alessia ask.

I rub my neck, feeling awkward. No matter how many people know, this topic is still uncomfortable for me.

“It’s complicated. The only thing you need to know is that I m lesbian and we used to date but we broke up a long time ago.”

“Sorry,” Alexia grimaces. “It slipped out. I know you don’t like to talk about that. »

“It’s okay,” I say, offering her a reassuring smile.

She seems relieved by my words. Alexia is someone who doesn’t always think before she speaks when she’s excited. I can’t really blame her for being herself.

“You know, there’s no need to feel ashamed,” Alessia tells me. “I know it’s hard to come to terms with it—I’m a lesbian myself—but you get there with time.”

“Everyone is who they are. We don’t accept the same things or have the same background” I say more coldly than I intended.

We maintain eye contact, neither of us backing down. Her reaction slightly irritates me. What does it have to do with her anyway? It’s not like we’re close or she knows me well. She looks away, clearly hurt by my response. The table falls silent. Patri finally breaks the tension with a throat-clearing.

“So, what’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get home?”

Her subtle change of subject successfully shifts the mood. Everyone starts talking about their plans, and the conversation picks up again, excluding me. I hope I made my stance on my orientation clear. The last thing I need is rumors. If that happens, I’m sure the gossip about Lucy and me will only intensify. That would be unfortunate, especially now that she’s just starting to open up to me. My attention is drawn back to the table when I hear them discussing New Year’s again. Thanks to Ale’s comment, everyone now understands that Mapi is my ex. This new information doesn’t seem to have changed their minds about inviting her. If anything, they’re even more eager to meet her now. After that, we finally head back to our rooms. Alexia hasn’t stopped apologizing on the way back. She clearly feels guilty.

“Seriously, I really regret letting that slip.”

“It’s fine, I promise.”

“Why aren’t you mad? I don’t know, say something. You’re worrying me even more!”

“What was said?”

We turn towards the door as Lucy walks in. She looks at us curiously, as if she just realized she interrupted an important conversation.

“That Mapi is my ex. The others didn’t know.”

“Oh. And is that a problem for you?”

“No, but Alexia doesn’t seem to get it. She thinks I’m going to explode at her any second.”

“Wait… What? Bronze knows!? Since when? Don’t tell me she knew before I did!”

“Oh, Ale.”

I roll my eyes in exasperation. This girl never ceases to amaze me with her sudden mood shifts. Lucy, watching this unfold, smiles in amusement, probably noticing my frustration.

“I hope for your sake I knew before her,” she says, barely containing her laughter. “I’d be really offended if I didn’t.”

Lucy exaggerates the gesture, placing her hand over her heart to accompany her words. I respond to her joke with a middle finger. Then, I continue gathering my last belongings into my bag. I barely have time to grab anything before I find myself unceremoniously sprawled on my bed. I try to get up, but she quickly pins me down, leaving me unable to move. I recognize Lucy by her long brown hair tickling the tip of my nose.

"I'm not your friend here, so do that again and you'll regret it," she whispers in my ear. "Did I make myself clear?"

I groan, struggling against her unpleasant hold. All I manage is to tighten her grip on my wrists and legs. Her body traps me completely.

"Did I make myself clear?" she repeats. "You don't get to disrespect me like that."

"I understand. Let me go now," I plead. "I won't do it again."

My plea works. She gets up, releasing me. I stay on the mattress for a moment, regaining my senses with my eyes closed. Damn bad memories. I eventually get up, putting my headphones and phone in my bag. I gather my courage when it's time to face them. I don't even have time to react before Alexia pulls me into a hug.

"You better make sure to come for New Year's."

"I'll keep you posted. Have a good holiday."

"You too, sweetheart."

She kisses my cheek, lingering. I kiss her back before grabbing my luggage and leaving with my supervisor. She's the one taking me to the airport today, so I can't really avoid her right now. I’ve been out of it since we started walking. I haven't even looked at her yet. It's her arm around my shoulders that brings me back to reality.

"Hey. Is everything okay?"

"Hmm."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Is it about earlier? You've been acting strange since then."

"No," I mumble.

"Ona," she scolds me.

"Okay, fine. Maybe," I admit.

"Sorry, I had to act. Being here, we're sort of teaching you to enter the working world. If it had been your boss, you would have been fired. I'm not your friend here."

"I know, it's fine. I won't do it again."

"Tell me what's bothering you. Did I cross a line? I know very well that you have a problem with physical contact."

"How—"

"I notice your behaviors," she cuts me off. "I observe you, you know. You hesitated for a long time before letting me help you shower the first time. And you only allow closeness to people you trust or feel close to."

So she's been observing me… She must have noticed it a long time ago. I sigh, shaking my head. She knows I care about her. The only people whose touch I allow here are Alexia and her. It's unsettling to know she knows. She ruffles my hair.

"Sorry. I can't help it," she says with a soft smile.

"It's no problem…," I murmur.

We arrive at her car in silence. She parked it in the same outdoor lot as last time. We load the car, then hit the road. The music breaks the silence that had formed. I hum along to relax the atmosphere, and certainly to relax myself as well. When we arrive at the airport, she takes the time to help me and accompany me to the boarding gate, just like last time. It feels like a new, very pleasant routine is forming.

"Take advantage of the holidays to rest and clear your head. You need it after these last few weeks."

"That was my plan."

"Try not to forget me, either."

"That's not likely," I chuckle.

The intercom, which I now know by heart, calls me to order. I bite my lip as I look at Lucy. I don’t know how to say goodbye. She answers my question by pulling me into a hug.

"I'm going to miss you," I whisper.

"Write to me if you need anything."

"Can I write to you even if I don’t?" I ask, making her laugh.

"Of course. I'll respond as long as you don't overdo it. Send me a message when you arrive."

She surprises me by kissing my forehead. I close my eyes to savor this little moment before reluctantly pulling away from her.

"Have a great holiday."

"Thanks, you too," she replies with a smirk.

I head to the boarding gate. I use the waiting time to pull out my headphones and phone. When I reach the turn, I look back one last time to see if Lucy is still there. Seeing that she is, I give her one final wave before continuing to board the plane. I find the flight attendant I’ve befriended on previous flights. I greet her with a smile before taking my seat. And so it begins—two hours of flight ahead.

Friday, December 18; 11:00 PM - Barcelona Airport

I'm woken up by the young flight attendant who seems to enjoy taking care of me. We chatted a bit during the flight. I learned that her name is Shay. She asked me what I do for a living to be making so many trips back and forth across the continent. I answered that it’s for my studies without elaborating further. She’s really nice. As I exit the plane, I wish her a happy holiday. It's now time to meet Hector and Mapi. I smile when I see them. Mapi jumps into my arms the second she can. I hug her as tightly as I can. I quickly notice that she hasn’t bothered to wear makeup. That’s a sign she’s really not doing well. It’s rare for her not to put make up on. I wrap my arm around her shoulders before moving towards Hector, whom I greet with a big smile.

On the way back, Mapi didn’t want to talk, so I just kept her in my arms. That seemed to suit her. I took advantage of the quiet to notify Alexia and Lucy of my arrival. When we arrive at the house, I relieve Hector of his duties, telling him not to bother with my suitcase. I’ll take care of it myself tomorrow when the time comes. For now, I just want to get to my room as quickly as possible with Mapi. When we get there, I'm surprised but pleased not to see Joan. I would have liked to see him, but at least this way I can take care of my best friend properly. She remains very quiet. She sits on my bed while I find us some t-shirts to use as pajamas in my closet. She changes in the room while I go to the bathroom. I should shower, but I’ve decided to do that in the morning when Mapi will probably still be asleep.

Once ready, I return to the room to find Mapi under the covers. I glance at my phone, where I notice messages, but I decide to ignore them. I’ll respond tomorrow. I lie down next to Mapi, who immediately snuggles into my arms. I gently hold her, stroking her hair. It’s been a long time since we’ve been this close in bed. Lately, Joan was sleeping between us. Lucy was right about my issues with physical contact. The only people I can sleep with since I came back are Joan and Mapi. I’ve never tried with anyone else, but I know I wouldn’t be able to. My thoughts are interrupted by pressure on my lips. In a moment of panic, I push Mapi away to end the kiss.

"S-sorry," she stammers.

"What was that?" I ask, not delicately.

I can’t control my tone, taken aback by the surprise. I calm down when I see tears at the corners of her eyes. She’s so distraught.

« Map—"

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to! I just needed comfort. I don’t know what came over me."

"Okay, hey, calm down. It’s not that serious..."

I relax and open my arms for her to come back to me. This time, I think it’s for real. She clings to my t-shirt, soaking it without restraint. I take a deep breath and kiss the top of her head.

"It’s okay, let it all out," I whisper.

I hold her a little tighter as she finally lets her sobs go. It was about time she broke down. I stroke her back to reassure her.

"You’ll find someone else, Maps..."

"You don’t understand! You’re the first person I got serious with. When you left, I knew it would be hard to get into a new relationship."

"Map—"

"No, let me finish," she interrupts. "I trusted her and opened my heart to her again! She knew all about our history without knowing who you were. If she had dumped me for a reason, I would have understood, but no. That bitch couldn’t find anything better to do than cheat on me with your damn ex! I don’t even know who I should be angry with! What did I do to that puta to ruin all my relationships?"

I tense up, realizing who she’s talking about without her needing to name her. An inexplicable rage wells up inside me. But I quickly calm down when I see Mapi’s tear-filled eyes staring into mine. I feel so small.

"I-I’m so sorry," I say.

"It’s not your fault," she shakes her head.

"No, really. I want to apologize for what I did to you. I left you for someone else. I chose the easy way out instead of fighting against my depression, fighting for us."

I knew she had a hard time dealing with our breakup. It’s the first time we’ve talked about it since we reconnected. Of course, I had already apologized for leaving, but I had never apologized for breaking up. Her eyes soften.

"Ona..." she whispers.

"I-I feel so guilty for hurting you so much," I continue, my voice breaking. "If I hadn’t been a coward, maybe we’d still be together now. You deserved and still deserve so much better. You have no right to feel bad about all this crap. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s you!"

She smiles softly before snuggling back into me. I rest my head against hers, feeling relieved to have gotten this off my chest. It’s something I should have done a long time ago.

"I never blamed you, Ona... You may have made bad choices, but I understood them all with time. All that mattered to me was getting you back as a friend because I missed you terribly."

"I missed you so much too, Mapi. There wasn’t a moment I didn’t think about you."

"The best thing I ever did was write to you on your birthday a year ago. If I’d known it would bring you back, I would have contacted you sooner," she giggles.

"I might not have reacted the same way if you’d done it earlier..."

"Doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you’re here now and that you’re trying to get better... By the way, reassure me," she says, sitting up. "You don’t want anything more than friendship between us, right?"

"You’re the one asking me that?" I chuckle. "I’m not the one who kissed you five minutes ago."

"Yeah, well, um... I’m sorry about that little lapse... I was just upset. I wasn’t thinking about more. I really appreciate the new relationship we’ve built. I feel like we’ve become inseparable."

I smile at her and nod. She’s right. We were already close, but it was different. We were younger and bolder. I already saw myself spending my life with her, traveling the world. We’ve grown up since then, matured even. Right now, I don’t feel quite like an adult yet, even though I should start becoming one at my age. However, if I’ve learned anything in recent years, it’s that I shouldn’t distance myself from people like Mapi. Our feelings for each other have evolved, but that doesn’t stop us from being close. She’s become indispensable to me. If something were to happen between us again, in my opinion, it should have been when I returned. But that would have been selfish of me, knowing that I was the one who left her. So I simply accepted the friendship she offered me. It wasn’t a negligible support given the situation I was in when I came back home. It was probably the best decision of my life. I believe that even more now, seeing where we are today. Inseparable, that’s the word. If there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s to lose her or hurt her again.

"We are," I murmur. "I don’t want our relationship to change."

She smiles at me before nestling her head into my neck. She lets out a contented sigh. Yeah, this situation couldn’t be better; we both know it. We won’t abandon each other again, no matter the circumstances.

- "No offense, but I never liked Ana," I admitted.

- "I knew that," she chuckled softly. "Why don’t you ever tell me these things?"

- "She was your girlfriend, and you seemed happy. As long as you’re happy, I don’t care who you’re with, and I’ll support you no matter what. But don’t be too upset that this relationship didn’t work out. I know it’s painful, but I’m sure you’ll find the right person when the time is right."

- "Hmm, not right now, at least. I’d rather take a step back."

- "I forbid you from going back to your one-night stands," I grumbled.

- "That wasn’t my intention. I think I really need to find myself, you know?"

- "Yeah…" I sighed.

A soothing silence settled between us. This conversation had been quite enriching. Mapi was finally relaxed. I could hear her gentle, steady breathing. Unfortunately, my curiosity risked breaking this moment of peace.

- "How did she meet Feli?" I asked gently.

- "I get the feeling she’s been coming to my parties more and more, like she’s looking for you."

- "Oh..."

- "I don’t even know who’s to blame between the two of them," she growled. "I think I hate them both. Anyway, enough talking," she said, sitting up. "You’ve got two weeks to distract me! How about we start by going to the amusement park tomorrow? I bought tickets. We’ll bring Joan; he’ll love it."

- "Why not, sure. I have a suggestion for you too. I was going to wait to ask, but now that you’ve brought it up, this might be the best way to get you out of here."

- "Well, I’m listening. What do you propose, Onita?"

- "My group of friends from school is celebrating New Year’s together in Manchester. They’re inviting us to join them... Alexia really wants to meet you, and I really want to go... Please, say yes!"

- "Alexia, huh? She’s the one who’s taken my place over there, admit it! Or no, wait. Even better, it’s Bronze!"

- "Don’t be ridiculous," I rolled my eyes. "No one can take your place, silly. Come on, it would be the best way to meet my new friends. I’m sure you’ll love them."

- "I don’t know…" she pretended to think. "I’m sure you’ll abandon me and leave me on my own all night."

- "Liar," I giggled. "We both know it’ll be you who abandons me as soon as you feel comfortable."

- "Yeah... You’re probably right."

She laughed heartily, making me smile. Maybe I’m not so bad at cheering people up after all. At least I managed to make her laugh.

- "You’re so silly. My answer was already yes as soon as you asked. We’ve got nothing left to do here anyway. And we’re not risking a night out if Feli is after you."

- "Yeah..."

- "Plus, I’ll finally get to meet your new friends. It’s an opportunity not to be missed, right?"

- "Uh-huh," I said with a smile.

- "Can I meet your supervisor too, since we’ll be in Manchester ? I’d like to see what she looks like."

- "How would we do that? I have no contact with her outside of school."

- "You’ve got her number."

- "So? She’s not my friend, she’s my supervisor. She wouldn’t want to."

- "Oh come on, there’s definitely more between you two, considering how she took care of you during your withdrawal and flu. She even gave you private tutoring sessions for your exams. We all know what ‘private tutoring’ means these days," she said, miming air quotes.

- "Good Lord, Maps," I protested. "That’s not it at all!"

She burst out laughing at my reaction. I didn’t find her implication very funny. If I’m getting comments like this here, what must the students at school be thinking? I’m starting to regret telling her everything.

- "Get that idea out of your head," I grimaced. "And don’t you dare say anything like that in front of others when we’re in Manchester."

- "Oh my God, that’s right... We’re actually going there."

This girl exasperates me. She never thinks things through. Sometimes I wonder how she managed to get to her third year in mechanical engineering. I’m not going to complain because it’s her carefree attitude that saved me. Without her crazy plans, I’d probably still be moping in bed every evening after coming home from rehab.

- "But, but, how are we going to do this? I don’t have the money to buy a ticket!"

- "Calm down," I chuckled. "I’ll pay for the trip. Consider it part of your Christmas gift."

- "I can’t accept that."

- "It wasn’t an option. I have a yearly pass, so I get tickets cheaper, and it’s my mom’s money anyway, so I’m not the one directly paying," I shrugged.

- "Alright... By the way, speaking of Christmas..."

- "Yeah?"

- "My parents left to visit family for two weeks. I was supposed to spend the holidays with Ana and her family... She wanted to officially introduce me."

- "Oh... Well, you can stay here. At least I won’t have to endure my fake family alone."

She giggled immediately. "You’ve never accepted them."

- "Whose fault is that?"

- "Let’s not talk about things that upset us. I don’t want us to argue right now."

- "A very good idea. I’ll tell Sam to set an extra plate for you."

- "Are you sure it won’t be a problem?"

- "Of course not. You already know everyone anyway. I don’t care if they complain. My mom won’t say no after our last conversation."

- "What conversation?" she frowned.

- "Nothing important. We argued when we talked about my withdrawal. I kind of hinted that she never trusted me."

- "You didn’t tell me about that..."

- "No, I only briefly mentioned it to Bronze. I didn’t really want to talk about it."

- "Hmm, Bronze, huh!"

- "Stop it," I groaned. "You win, it’s time to sleep."

- "I was joking," she chuckled.

- "Well, it’s not funny."

I turned over to turn off the light and lay down, ready to sleep. But Mapi didn’t seem to get the message as she climbed right over me to turn my lamp back on. I groaned to show my annoyance.

- "What now?" I grumbled.

- "It was a joke! I didn’t know you were so sensitive."

- "I’m not sensitive," I sighed. "I’m just already tired of the rumors at school. I don’t need you adding to them here. There’s nothing between us, OK? She just gives me everything that no one else ever has, that’s all. That’s the only reason she’s special to me. I’m not interested in her in the way you think."

- "Alright, sorry. I won’t tease you about it anymore."

- "Thanks."

I grumbled when she climbed over me again to turn off the light. She snuggled up against me, trying to find a comfortable position. I smiled at this.

- "Mapi. You know I don’t like sleeping on my back, right?"

She groaned in frustration, realizing I wasn’t planning to stay in this position just after she’d found hers.

- "Fine... But can I still sleep in your arms, or is that too much to ask?"

- "Of course you can."

I rolled onto my side and opened my arms. She nestled into them, making sure to tuck her head into my neck. It had been a long time since we’d slept so closely together. I have to admit, I missed it. We finally wished each other good night, and I drifted off with a small smile on my face.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Promptober: Day Two

Steve Harrington x fem!reader 817 words

“I don’t like horror movies,” you complained, a little whiny, but you were past caring. “You’re paying for me to hide behind my hands, you know.”

Steve was grinning, pulling into the old parking lot despite your protests, the large screen at the front already flashing with adverts for the new Coca-Cola and some small businesses found on Main. 

“Baby,” Steve chided gently, a smile still pulling at his lips. He turned to his open window for a second, exchanging some bills for a slip of paper that he put on his dash. He drove forward, slow, looking for a space. “You really think I’d take you here just to freak you out?”

You furrowed your brow at him, confused as he veered off to the back of the lot, where hardly any cars were parked. It was harder to see the screen from there and you were about to say so, especially seeing as Steve had once again refused to pick his glasses up from his nightstand. 

It was darker in this corner, away from the glow of the movie screen, the small lights that were posted around the signs pointing to the toilets, the snack bars and popcorn stand. 

“Steve Harrington, you’re worse than a teenage boy,” you huffed with a laugh, quickly catching onto his plans. 

His hand slid up your bare thigh and him encouraging you to wear a skirt despite the colder weather suddenly made sense now. 

“I am a teenage boy,” he muttered, voice a little low and defensive. 

You snorted and he grinned. 

“You’re twenty two years old, you idiot,” you told him but your voice was full of affection. 

He was soft and smelling like mint and cedar when he leaned over the console to you, nose nudging at your jaw so you’d tilt your head back for him. You did so, readily, sighing happily when his lips pressed a kiss to the side of your throat. 

Steve hummed, hand already inching higher under the hem of your skirt, fingers trailing heat on the inside of your thigh. 

“Well, it’s not my fault you make me feel seventeen again,” he told you, voice full of flirt and teasing. “Can’t stand not touchin’ you, s’awful.”

You played along, preening at his compliments, under his touch. Your eyes fluttered at the graze of his fingers along the edge of your underwear, nails scratching lightly over lace and skin. 

“It is?” You whispered, all shy despite the way you parted your knees for him. 

Steve chuckled into your skin, lips still loving on your throat, teeth nipping at your pulse point and he groaned when he felt your hand wrapping around his wrist, greedily urging his hand over your folds, fingers tracing around where you were already wet. 

“Fucking dreadful,” he mumbled, enough faux drama in his voice to give Eddie a run for his money. “Think I might die if I don’t touch you.” 

Neither of you had noticed that the movie had started, the screen flashing with the images of a little boy with a knife, a mask over his head. You didn’t really care. 

“You are touching me,” you whispered and you didn’t fail to notice how breathy your voice had become, back arching from the seat to press yourself into your boyfriend's hand. 

You hadn’t even taken your seatbelt off. You were completely flustered, eyes heavy, lips parted, suddenly desperate to kiss the boy. 

“Mmm, not enough though, right?” Steve asked you. The tips of his fingers slipped under lace, dragging softly through the slick between your legs. 

He was right, it wasn’t enough. 

You turned abruptly, hands impatient as they flew to cup Steve’s face, fingers splayed over his jaw as you tugged him to you, a soft groan leaving his lips before they were crushed to yours, mouth soft and pliant against your own. He let you lead, smiling a little into the kiss, humming when you got greedy with it, nipping at his lip, tongue swiping into his mouth in a way that told him: ‘need you, now.’

“Backseat,” he panted against you, both of you still oblivious to the dulled screams and shrills coming from the cars in front, the movie screen a picture of red blood. 

Neither of you had the patience to actually exit the car, so you tumbled rather clumsily into the back between the front seats, feet catching Steve’s chest, skirt hitching up around your hips. You’d hardly righted yourself before Steve was tumbling after you, hands back on your waist and pulling you into his lap, legs splayed on either side of his as you reached for his belt buckle. 

“See baby?” He whispered a little mockingly, lips hot against the shell of your ear, palms sliding up your sides, fingers pressing into the plush of your skin. “You’re not scared, are you?”

[onouwu]

Witch and the Cursed Knight

Bit of a cutesy story as a prequel to the comic I'm getting made.

Scattered around the forest floor lay the large green bodies of vicious goblins. Only a few remained alive, yet they maintained their oppression, looking hungry as they tested their foes; two women they pushed far beyond the boundaries of normal travelers. The goblins were experts at wearing people down, yet even after slaughtering their group, Lithelia, the towering blonde knight looked poised and ferocious, Light as a feather in her heavy leather and steel plated armor. She swung her sword through tough hide and flesh of their hungry comrades with grace. Her companion, Dina, started out calling for lightning, but as time passed, focused on shielding Lithelia, stopping their clubs from hitting her.

As the battle went on, Dina showed a terror and desperation that was missing from the warrior’s eyes despite being well protected. Under a curse from a sorceress who used to control her, Lithelia could not know her own limits. Dina, who had been traveling with her for years, took over that role, watching on as she fought and looking for signs of physical distress. Dina looked up at Lithelia, lungs drawing breath as fast she could, skin drenched in sweat and blood.

“STOP!” Dina yelled, forming a barrier around her companion. Her words weren’t aimed at the beasts, but the woman single-handedly killing them. Lithelia seemed to ignore her, even more determined to slay every goblin as if it was a race against time. She dashed forward, slamming into one with her shoulder and skewering him with her sword.

Frustrated, Dina’s eyes glowed a bright white, flashes of electric current arcing between her staff and the trees, the goblins. Then with a labored yell, the barrier around Lithelia became hot white and spread outward, scorching the beasts, and causing them to run away.

Dina sunk to the forest floor, holding her staff to her chest and curling into a ball. The magic cost her much more than she expected, leaving her feeling like her soul had been ripped from her body. Lithelia looked over at Dina. “What are you doing? Don’t do that again!” Lithelia commanded, fear filling her eyes for the first time since the attack started. “Your knowledge is vital to the college. It’s my duty to escort you there; My service to those who freed me.” Lithelia said between heavy breaths. She walked over toward Dina, but as she took her first step, her legs gave out, causing her drop to her hands and knees.

“Lithelia!” Dina yelled, mustering the strength to crawl to her as fast as she could. “What?” Lithelia let out, pushing herself up and leaning back against a tree to catch her breath while looking for more of them. She could feel her fatigue, but to what extent her body didn’t let her know. Dina crawled and sat down below Lithelia’s legs, violet eyes wide and anxious as she pulled herself to her feet.

Her delicate fingers pushed between the gaps in the woman’s armor to the left of her sternum, feeling the erratic, strained beating of her companion's heart between her ribs. It thrashed like a wild creature, thumping against its cage, desperate for respite yet denied any rest.

Traveling for so long with her cursed protector, She knew this rhythm all too well, her hands attuned to the subtle signs of its labored dance. She studied the force with which it mashed against her fingers, the speed and urgency of its beating. By now she knew how it felt when it was in danger of failing, the rate at which it pumped before it would sputter out of control. In this moment, it was there… pumping harder than times that led to Lithelia’s fall.

“Please sit, you need to calm down before you have a heart attack!” Dina complained.

Lithelia, her gaze lingering on the forest's edge, took a labored breath and allowed herself to slide down the rough bark of the tree, a sharp gasp escaping her as she felt a piercing pain below her shoulder.

Dina noticed, quickly moving behind Lithelia. in the woman’s back, she saw a chipped obsidian blade lodged between her ribs, pulsing slightly with blood trickling from the wound.

“Don’t move, there’s something in you.” Dina said with terror in her voice. “I’m sorry, I need to see how deep it goes…” Dina said, the typically timid woman realizing what she had to do. “Go ahead.” Lithelia said, raising her arms in a show of trust and understanding that she built over the years they spent together.

Dina urgently lifted Lithelia’s armor, yet careful not to agitate the blade lodged between her ribs. As she revealed Lithelia’s bare flesh, her eyes fixed on the subtle scars over thick muscle that bore testament to the countless battles this woman fought.

Once Lithelia’s chest was revealed, Dina lowered her head and pressed her ear over the woman’s heart. She closed her eyes and listened closely to the tireless muscle between deep breaths. As Dina studied the sounds, and the blunt punching of its apex against her cheek, she began to calm down. Its rhythm cooling even if very slightly, and no sign of wheezing from her lungs, nor compromise of her heart.

“That’s a good sign.” Dina said, her voice soft and mellow now. Her own heart calmed quickly.

“Can I take it out?” Lithelia asked. “It doesn’t seem to be in your lung or heart… but I need to see if the tip is barbed or jagged. Let me cast a spell on you, I promise to be quick” Dina said.

“Do your magic” Lithelia said with a smile.

Dina was about to do something she had never done before, her hands trembling as her palm laid flat against Lithelia’s chest. Blue light radiated from her arm and sank into her companion’s body, her chest wall becoming translucent, flesh, bone, and muscle disappearing in a wave flowing outward from her hand.

A window to her vital organs like a wave of energy shot through her, leaving only the color of her heart and lungs while the area of flesh and bone around them looked like still water trapped in currents that flowed in the shape of the underlying structures.

A blush spread across Dina’s cheeks as she silently gazed at the exposed core of the most powerful being she’d ever met. Her eyes, wide and focused, flickered between Lithelia’s knowing face and the spectacular and intimate sight, pulsing with a rhythm as powerful as the woman it belonged to.

“Hold still, it’s safe” Dina let out, her voice a soft whisper.

The blade, while close to Lithelia’s heart, was flat between her pleura and pericardium, at no danger of puncturing either. With that in mind, she quickly pulled it out and flung it to the ground.

Lithelia let out a soft gasp, unprepared for the silent tug.

Yet silently Dina lingered…

The life she studied and looked over for years, now witnessing it in its most visceral form, was a sacred and overwhelming experience. The mighty heart dancing against her palm powerful and assertive, yet delicate and vulnerable.

“How is it?” Lithelia asked, snapping Dina out of her trance. “It’s clear, it didn’t harm any of your vital organs.” Dina said.

“How long does this spell last? I don’t think it’s a good thing to fight with” Lithelia asked.

“Oh, I can remove it now…” Dina said, a tinge of guilt in her eyes.

[papaziggy-devblog]

Please Tumblr Gods don’t let this ask be eaten into the void.

(killer my beloved)

Hide and Seek

……………………………………………….

“If you manage to find me in 30 minutes, then I’ll let you do whatever you want to me” you said slyly to the killer.

The killer cocked thier head curiously before crossing their arms and gently tapping a knife against the mask as if deep in thought.

Killer slowly looked you up and down as if taking one last look and teasingly asked ,“hmmm….anything?”

You nodded.

You could have sworn you heard a low chuckle under that mask.

“Alright, dollface” The Killer announced,”Tell you what. Since you’re so damn cute, and I’m so nice, I’ll give you a 10 second head start.”

“Just 10 seconds-” you whined.

“10…” The Killer growled, interrupting your complaint.

You took that as your cue and dash further into the dark forest while The Killer loudly yelled each count down.

“0…..READY OR NOT CAUSE HERE I COME!!!” roared The Killer.

Adrenaline flashed through your veins like lightning as the hunt officially started and your speed increased as you sprinted deeper in the darkness of the forest.

With only the moonlight to guide your vision, your eyes darted all over your surroundings trying to find the least likely place that the Killer would find you. You abruptly stopped running as you came across a large rock that was almost hidden under willow tree branches. You took a brief moment to catch your breath as your lung burned for air. You then took refuge behind the large rock as the branches shielded you from the moonlight. You remained hidden in the shadows as your heart pounded in your chest. You’re not sure how much time has passed but it wasn’t long until you heard the sounds of leaves being crunched under heavy footsteps. You held your breath.

“Come out, come out wherever you are~” The killer demanded, “I won’t bite…much.”

The footsteps sounded closer and your heart thumped wildly in your chest as if about to burst. The footsteps stopped right in front of your hiding place. You could barely hold your breath.

“Pspspspspsp, Dollface” Killer whispered.

You hear the footsteps march off into the distance and you slowly but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, You felt a hot breath in your ear that whispered, “Boo”.

A firm hand gripped your waist and slung you over The Killer’s shoulder causing you to yelp. The Killer then walked to the nearest tree under the moonlight and gently set you down on your feet with your back up against the tree trunk. But before you could react, they pinned their arms between you, preventing any hopes to escape.

You could hear the feral but steady breathing under their mask, weather from running or the thrill of the hunt, you couldn’t tell.

The Killer tilted your chin with the tip of their knife, making you look up at them. “Do you still want this, Dollface?” they asked softly.

You nodded and kissed their mask, earning you a hum of approval from them.

“Time for my reward” they uttered.

You quickly took off your pants and the Killer slashed your underwear off with their knife. You wrap your legs around their waist and they press themselves further against you. You felt their tongue lick your clavicle which slowly climbed up to your chin to clean up a trail of blood from where their knife was pressed moments ago. They let out a moan after savoring your taste but still they wanted more of you. All of you.

They then bit your neck with a low growl and drew out more of your metallic essence, making you yelp with pleasure.

The moon hid itself away behind the clouds, enshrouding the two of you in the intimate darkness.

…………………………..🌙

The Killer carries your tired self in their arms to their cabin in the woods. They smirked proudly beneath the mask when your resting self snuggled against their chest. You were the only good thing to come out of that wretched camp and you were all theirs. Their Dollface forever and ever.

I won't lie...

I'm living for these KillerxMC drabbles

I still need to finish up mine

[baconlyswiss]

Gregory’s Misadventures in Fazbaru

That’s right, I’m writing up Gregory’s side of the story in my Naga AU! It’ll be following the storyline of Security Breach. Here’s what I’ve written out so far, a sample chapter:

The jungle of the Fazbaru ruins was relatively quiet this morning. At least they were at first. Within it a young fair-skinned boy was running through the brush, panting heavily and drenched in sweat. He kept looking behind him as if being chased by something. He tripped a few times but remained vigilant to escape whatever he was running from.

A shadow darts through the woods after him, a good yard away behind the boy. A glint of a knife in their hand shone, and a pair of red eyes were locked onto him. This was just a mere game to whatever or whoever this was. Yes, the boy did escape on his own, when they weren’t looking. But a good chase wasn’t bad at all.

The boy barreled through a particularly tall bush and came into a clearing where a large, ancient temple stood. He looked at the top of it for a brief second, then looked behind before continuing his dash. He had to hide, quickly. He panicked as he looked for somewhere to duck into, finding an open doorway in the temple. He bolted inside and went further in. He made a few turns down the hall he was in, looking behind himself again as he crashed into something.

He fell to the ground with a yelp, landing on his rear. When he opened his eyes to see what had gotten in his way, he froze, paralyzed. Before him was a large sleeping bear with golden fur lying on its belly. It lay in the center of a small room, a pile of wilted reeds being the only thing under it for a bed. Him ramming into it must have not been enough to wake the bear, as it just snorted and flopped onto its side with its belly exposed to him, snoring loudly. The boy did his best to steady his breathing as quietly as he could, trying not to wake the bear.

As he got up and brushed himself off, he heard a woman giggle in the hall behind him. He twisted around on his heels and began breathing shallowly, backing away from the doorway. He accidentally bumped into the bear's stomach as he did this, which must have elicited it to grab him with its paw and hug him close to its chest, rolling over onto its back. The boy stiffened, petrified. The bear went back to snoring, thankfully still asleep.

The boy sighed in relief and turned his head towards the doorway, where the red-eyed shadow now stood. He made eye contact with it, a deadly staring contest between the two of them. But the figure backs away, looking at the head of the bear. Looks like they’re scared of it too. The figure looked back at him and waved their finger, tsking.

“He won’t keep you safe forever,” the figure whispered, their voice female. “I’ll be waiting for you. ‘Till then,” she said in a sing-songy tone.

The red-eyed figure slowly wiggled her fingers as a wave goodbye, then skipped away and back down the hall. The boy furrowed his brows as he watched the woman hop away, sighing in relief once again.

Now what? Even if the lady was gone, for now, he was still trapped in a literal bear hug. He lifted himself on his hands slowly, trying to slip from the bear's grip. The snoring suddenly stopped, followed by a loud yawn. The bear smacked its lips as it woke up with a hum, and tilted its head down to look at what was on its torso. The bear and the boy stared eye to eye for a moment in silence, the boy not daring to make any sudden movements.

“{Oh, a young boy! How did you get in here, little one?}” The bear asked in a foreign language, its voice gruff but friendly.

The boy screamed, scrambling out of the bear's arms and falling off to the bear's side with a thud. He quickly sat up and backed away while still on his rear, his hands assisting him and his feet as he did so. He only got a good five feet away before finding the wall behind him. He was cornered. “A TALKING BEAR!”

The bear had rolled onto its four paws but quickly stood on its hind legs when the boy backed into a wall. It backed up a bit itself and put its paws in the air, making a settling gesture.

“Oh, I am very sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you. I mean you no harm,” the bear stated, now speaking English.

The boy was confused by this, panting heavily as he tilted his head with his brows furrowed. Now getting a better look at its face, not only was this bear talking, but it had vibrant neon blue and red markings around its eyes. It also had a red dot on its forehead with what looked like a thin and long, neon blue horseshoe around it.

This must be a dream, the boy thought to himself. He went straight for his arm and pinched himself, making himself yelp in pain with his eyes shut tight. They burst open again, the bear still standing in front of him, staring in concern. Nope, not a dream.

“Why did you do that?” The bear inquired. Its voice was male, he was sure of it.

The boy swallowed to wet his dry throat before he spoke. “B-bears don’t talk. This has to be a dream!”

The bear lowered himself back onto his forepaws, making sure he still gave the scared boy enough space. “No, most bears don’t. You must be an outsider.”

“Outsider?” the boy repeated, confused even more so.

“Yes,” the bear replied. “You are not from this land, right?”

“…Where is this land?” the boy asked.

“The Fazbaru temple,” the bear waved his arm up, gesturing to the room.

That didn’t tell him anything. “I… don’t know where that is.”

“What land are you from?”

“…America?”

The bear looked up as he was in thought. “America… I’ve heard of it before. That is a long ways away from here, on the other side of the world.”

The boy could feel his stomach drop. Where was he? He knew jungles weren’t really a thing in the US, but he was on the other side of the planet?! He felt faint.

“I don’t feel so good,” the boy stated, now pale.

“Oh no,” the bear gasped. “Hold on, I have some water you can drink.”

The bear looked to one corner of the room where a large and tall vase stood, a lid and a ladle on the top. He surprisingly was able to gracefully pull the lid off and dip the ladle into the vase, pulling it up as water dribbled down. Then he carefully walked over to the boy on his hind legs and lowered himself to offer the ladle full of water. The boy instantly took it from the bear's hand and gulped the water down.

The bear tilted his head, watching the boy as he quenched his thirst. “You do not remember how you got here?”

Once the boy finished drinking his fill, he wiped his mouth with his arm and looked up at the bear.

“No. I-I don’t remember anything.”

“Not even your name?”

“No… No, I remember my name.”

“Oh good. I can give you mine first if you’d like.”

The bear bowed his head to the boy. “I am Farhad, the Golden Bear.”

“Fa-Farwho-had?” the boy tried to pronounce the name. He paused then shook his head. “Do you have a nickname?”

“A nickname?” Farhad tilted his head, his ears flicking a bit.

“Yeah, it’s a shorter version of someone’s name or something easier to say instead of their name.”

“Hmm. No, I do not,” Farhad shook his head.

The boy stared at Farhad for a long moment, wracking his brain. “… You come off as a ‘Freddy’ to me. How about that name?”

Farhad rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Freddy… I like it. Very well, you may call me ‘Freddy’. And what about you?”

“I-I…I’m Gregory,” the boy stammered.

“Gregory. Hmm. It is very nice to meet you,” the now-nick-named Freddy bowed his head again with a smile.

[sapphireclawe]

Why did the massive pipe get installed again?

The pipe stretches onward, her boots squelching into gelatinous reddish ooze, whispering of freedom. She has to get out, before they find her. Her ear twitches as she listens for any sign of pursuit. It's quiet. Another squelch as she slumps down, exhausted from running.

It's only for a few minutes. I'll find out where this pipe goes afterwards. She lets her eyes drift closed, tired and hungry.

Her empty stomach betrays her.

"She's in the recycling pipes!" Eyes snapped open, she starts running again. She can't let them catch her, not now. Her free will isn't worth the claws they were going to implant. The dark tunnel starts growing lighter and she runs faster, certain that freedom is ahead.

The giant metal teeth gnashing together say otherwise.

"She either isn't stupid enough to go that way, or she's in the next meal, sir. I propose we turn back." "Good idea, perhaps we saved ourselves some trouble. After all, the anesthetic doesn't work as well on her, hence she went unmodified for so long." "I thought it was because she was-" "Naturally born? We have another, we don't need both of them." The voices grow distant as she drops down from the edge of the pipe. There's a small safe area between the pipe and the teeth for maintenance reasons, but if she hadn't stopped when she did, she would be pulverized. She looks around, before quickly realizing what they were saying.

Those of us who die get turned into food!? I thought we fed on negativity!

She finds the door out of the grinder maintenance, steps through...

The first thing she notices is a leather jacket and a flat box that smells delicious. The next is the very lumpy... and smelly pile she'd landed on. Normally there's a process to hide from the people but she didn't bother. Not like it would have helped her escape. She opens the box and scarfs down the bread disc inside of it. The wind picks up and she grabs the jacket, throwing it on to keep herself warm. Her eyes drift closed again, and she lets herself rest.

Thankfully it's a while before she feels something poke her nose. She opens one eye to see something that she was trained to destroy. Pale helmet, or do they call them masks? She could never remember. The pure darkness of the Void, coloured slightly by the soul within. Massive wings stretched out behind her. And robed in the deep red of the Wards of the After.

"What is your name?" The Ward asks, oddly melodic. She looks down at her hands, fur as red as the blood caked on it from her mad dash out of the operating room. She looks suspicious to anyone right now. Fight, or flee? She gets up, and realizes that something is wrong with her leg. A yelp and she drops, knee buckled under her. The Ward tilts her head like a bird with no idea what it's looking at.

"Why do you care? You're just gonna kill me anyways, right?" She snikts her natural claws out, ready to go down taking the Ward with her. She may not have a soul like a Ward, or a normal person, but she has her free will to defend. What she wasn't expecting was a laugh.

"I'm not going to take your soul to the After, don't worry! Why would I kill you-" "Because I'm a Dreamcarver, okay!?" She snarls. She thought it would be obvious, given everything. And if the Ward was taunting her, better to get her death over with quickly.

"Then why are you in a dumpster with your leg at a weird angle? Where's your backup? Dreamcarvers never use a weak one as bait." Wait, we could use that tactic?

"I... ran away." "What?" "I didn't want to lose my free will to get metal claws." As soon as the last word leaves her mouth, she's in the air, being carried by the Ward.

"By the way, my name's Aria! I'm taking you to see Rabbeyon, maybe you could join us!" "What use does a Dreamcarver have to the After?" "Information, another person to help us protect people from other Dreamcarvers, and in this case you look like you could use a bath and a meal. Apparently you feed on negativity-" "And apparently cannibalism, found that out while escaping." "So you can eat physical foods! That's awesome, Rabbeyon makes the best fruit tarts, you're gonna love them! Say, since I told you my name, why don't you tell me yours?" "..... Ruby."

[staysaneathome]

Ten Degrees of Strange (But I’m Trying to Change) 1

It’s lost.

It’s lost, it’s lost, it’s lost, it is hopelessly, helplessly lost.

And it still hasn’t managed to lose the oozing, clawing Dark thing nipping at its heels, lunging at it from the shadows, blocking off every path but the one it is sure will lead to its doom.

It scrambled through a grate and dropped out down here to escape the deliverymen. That’s how it got the Dark Thing’s attention.

Now it’s running, running, running, trying to lose its predator, lost and desperate and sure it is going to die soon.

Equally sure that it doesn’t want to.

It chances a leap over some writhing shadows to land in a pool of half-light and keep going, charges despite the weight of the backpack on its back down this new tunnel, trying to ignore the angry squeal-like noise behind it.

Through the tunnel, dodge a swipe to the head, over a pile of dead worms, around a corner—

Stairs.

There’re stairs.

It dashes for them, frantic.

The Dark thing behind it screeches unhappily. The lights ahead flicker and begin to go out.

It can’t outrun the Dark.

The walls rumble.

The walls move.

Shifting and warping, a sharp snap behind it and a displeased yowl, closing in on it more and more, as if to squeeze it, to crush it between them, dust filling the air to make it Choke.

It flings itself onto the steps as the walls slam together behind it, scrambles up, throws itself against the flat door in the ceiling.

It tumbles through.

It is Watched.

It cowers, almost goes back through the flat ceiling-floor door—

But it does not want to be Eaten. It does not want to die.

It will sooner take its chances being Watched than in the Dark.

It will hide. It will hide until the Watching looks elsewhere and then it will escape.

It is not the best at hiding, at waiting, but it can, at a push. It was able to escape the Circus and has evaded the Yeerks and the deliverymen after all.

It creeps through the dizzying maze of shelves and papers, searching for somewhere to hide where the Watching is less.

It finally enters a room of metal drawers and shelves. It scooches on its belly under a flat surface of some kind.

The Watching is less here. Not much, but a little.

Energy drains from it.

It is tired.

It is so, so tired…

“…It may be nothing, some inconsequential deception or other— after all, it is ostensibly written to his mother—but if it was actually to be sent to someone else… I will keep my eye on Martin. End supplement.”

Jon sighs, pushing up his glasses to rub the indentations on the bridge of his nose.

He’d waited until he could hear everyone else start to leave the building before recording Jennifer Ling’s statement—it was the only way he could be sure that Martin wouldn’t pop his head into the room to “check if Jon had seen the time” and force him to leave the Archives. All of his assistants know better than to interrupt Jon during recording, and if he wanted the chance to verbalize his observations about Martin’s suspicious behavior, he needed the privacy only an empty building could bring.

…Even if that meant he’s missed the last train home. Again.

He stands from his desk, groaning as his leg protests the sudden movement by bursting into a series of sharp aches.

Nothing for it. He’ll just have to sleep in Document Storage tonight.

He hates that he has to use the cane his GP gave him to even hobble short distances now, leaning on the white metal stick to stave off the worst of the pain in his knees.

Still, he thinks, as he pulls open the door to Document Storage and lets it swing closed behind him. At least no one’s around to see the indignity tonight.

Document Storage is the one place left where Jon almost feels like he can let his guard down. True, he and Martin were trapped in here by Prentiss, waiting for their end, but something in Jon’s hindbrain still associates it with “safety”, the way it doesn’t with his office or the rest of the Archives.

If pressed, he supposes he could admit it might have something to do with the fact that Prentiss never breached this room, that the door and other safety measures kept her at bay for long enough that Tim could break through the wall and lead them into the tunnels.

Jon shuffles over to the cot and sits with a pained groan. He could go and find his painkillers, rattling around in a drawer somewhere.

Or he could kick off his shoes, shrug off his blazer, loosen his tie, lie back on the pillow and pull the blankets up as near to his chin as they can go without exposing his socked feet to the cold.

Jon shuts his eyes, and tries to let the dull buzz of the emergency fluorescents in the main office lull him to sleep.

…

…

There’s a quiet whirring coming from under his discarded blazer.

If he squints he can almost see the red light that means the recorder’s still running.

The blazer must be muffling it or something, because it sounds…odd. Almost…wheezy?

Jon sits up, unearths the tape recorder, holds it to his ear and tilts his head to hear it better.

The whirring is louder, clearer, constant and strong.

It almost drowns out the irregular, snuffly wheezing.

Jon clicks the recorder off, holds his breath, and listens as hard as he can.

The soft wheezing hasn’t stopped.

It’s coming from underneath the cot.

Jon needs to get off the cot.

Jon desperately does not want to get off of the cot.

Part of his brain is convinced staying on the cot is the only thing keeping whatever-the-hell-is-making-that-noise from going for him.

There’s a click and the recorder’s back on.

Jon tells himself that he must’ve pressed the button on accident because he can only deal with one horrifying revelation at a time, thank you very much.

He lifts it to his mouth.

“I’m in Document Storage.” He whispers, half-terrified that his voice breaking the silence will inspire some monstrous recompense. “There’s something in here with me. Under the cot. I—I’m not sure what it is. Why it hasn’t attacked me yet.”

He’s silent for a few more breaths, peering over the edges of the cot.

There’s nothing immediately visible. The wheezing doesn’t stop or change in pace.

“…I don’t know what it is.” He mutters into the recorder. “I don’t know whether it’s sleeping or, or just pretending to, to. Get me to let my guard down.”

He lets the tape spool for a few more moments before admitting what he desperately doesn’t want to. “But waiting here won’t protect me. Not forever. I-I have to, to try to. See. I have to know.”

He sits with this grim realization for a moment.

Then, quickly, “If this tape is recovered after my presumed disappearance or death, instruct my successor to quit immediately. Someone murdered Gertrude and probably planted this thing here to get rid of me as the next Head Archivist, it’s only a matter of time before they’re targeted too. Martin Blackwood might be behind this. Or, or not. My investigations haven’t exactly been conclusive yet. Don’t trust him. Or Tim. Or Sasha. Or Elias.”

Another moment.

Jon squares his shoulders, sucks in a breath, and proceeds with the Herculean task of trying to maneuver off the cot without making it squeak too much.

Once he’s upright, he slowly, stiffly, unwillingly sinks to his knees and cranes his head so he has a clear view of underneath the cot.

Visions of Jane Prentiss, worm-filled and reaching for him, or of the shadowy thing from Julia Montauk’s statement, maw toothy and bloodstained, or of juddery, waving, almost inviting spider legs reaching out to pull him in fill his head before he blinks them away and takes in the actual source of the noise.

It’s…small. If his instincts weren’t screaming otherwise, he’d say this was a human. A person with their eyes shut in sleep.

But it’s too still for that.

He can see it’s chest moving as it breathes, but so infrequently, so slowly, that if Jon only glanced at it briefly, if he couldn’t hear it, he’d think it wasn’t alive.

That it was just some kind of hyper-realistic doll.

Or a corpse.

There’s a large, bright blue piece of fabric covering the lower half of its face. Like a surgeon’s mask or something.

One of the straps of this fabric has come away from the thing’s ear. Under it…

There’s something off about the skin there.

Almost on its own, Jon’s hand inches forward until it can just pinch the strap between a thumb and forefinger.

Pulling the fabric towards himself, Jon can barely stifle a horrified intake of breath.

There are—there are lines. Seams. Dividing where the human flesh of the face ends and the entire jaw and throat has been replaced with something…something…

The thing’s eyes are open.

Jon screams and throws himself backwards as it lunges at him, jaw unhinging down, down, down, then snapping shut with a speed that Jon’s sure would take his hand off if he let it.

He races for the door, adrenaline granting him speed he hasn’t had since Prentiss.

There’s a disjointed pounding of quickly gaining footsteps behind him.

Jon seizes the outstretched edge of the door and violently slams it shut, leaning against it and flailing with a foot to tug an errant chair close enough to wedge under the handle.

He can’t help the small shriek he lets out as whatever he’s trapped in there slams into the door with a force that almost judders him away from it.

“E-ENOUGH!!” He’s not quite sure why he yells that, just that his mouth is running on autopilot. “The-the door is, is blocked!! You, you aren’t going any, anywhere, or doing any, any, whatever it is you broke in here to do!! You, you’ve failed in your little assassination attempt, pathetic as it was!! So, so just st-stay there, and I’ll—I’ll—I will deal with you later.”

The door stays still and silent.

Jon hobbles back towards his office in flight, praying that he left his phone in there and wondering if he can shove some boxes, or maybe drag Martin’s desk in front of the Document Storage door to stop whatever it was escaping once it realizes how hollow his words were.

It thought it was safe, for a moment. It thought it was hidden.

Stupid, stupid. Nowhere is safe. The Circus taught it that.

And now, it’s trapped.

It listens to the Watcher with mounting horror.

It was already scared when it awoke to see the Watcher leering over it, preparing to…to…it doesn’t know what the Watcher would’ve done, and it doesn’t want to.

It thought it had scared it off, but then it realized the Watcher had stolen its mask, lured it out into the open just in time to make it see the trap slam closed.

It drums its fingers against its neck as it paces, scared.

The Watcher has barricaded the door.

It said that this barricade is unbreakable, will keep it in here until The Watcher decides to return. The Watcher said this with such conviction, its words can’t be anything but the truth.

When the Watcher returns, it will remove the barricade, come in, and kill it.

It can’t do anything about that once the Watcher is in the room.

But…

But if the Watcher can’t come in, it won’t be able to hurt it.

It won’t be able to kill it.

It looks around at the wealth of materials it has been provided with.

Yes.

YES.

This is THE BEST plan.

It is a GENIUS.

[werewolfcandy]

Kamen Rider Pokemon AU thoughts under the read more bc i love both of these things and i need to combine them in my head

W cast:

Shotaro: A Honchkrow, given to him when it was just a baby Murkrow by the Boss. Shoutaro’s Honchkrow enjoys puffing up its own feathers, but it seems a little melancholy sometimes, too. Seems like it misses the Boss’ old Honchkrow.

Philip: Philip’s Espeon is often curled in his lap while he’s researching, and it keeps protective watch over his body when Philip becomes Double with Shoutaro.

Akiko: Akiko’s Purugly is quite pampered, and she spends a lot of time brushing its soft fur to perfection. Her Purugly is a bit boastful because of this. When it sees Akiko get her slipper from her back, it will dash behind the legs of her target so they can’t run away from Akiko.

Terui: Terui’s Scizor seems just as cool and collected as he is, but its actually quite shy. It’s an extremely capable fighter, chasing down enemy dopant’s pokemon as relentlessly as its owner. 

OOO Cast:

Eiji: Eiji’s Goodra is incredibly friendly, and enjoys hugs! Eiji never seems to mind when it leaves slime all over his clothes (though certain prickly birds complain every time Goodra tries to hug them too). When Eiji struggles to control the purple medals, his Goodra becomes extremely distraught and fearful, to the point of rampaging alongside him.

Ankh: A Ho-oh! Obviously it had to be a firebird pokemon, and Ho-oh is described as having rainbow feathers, just like Ankh! It was weakened alongside Ankh, so to protect itself, it disguises itself as a Talonflame. (legendary pokemon can disguise themselves as normal pokemon because i say so)

Hina: Her Leavanny is always extremely helpful when she’s designing clothes. Its strong silk and sharp cutters make for an especially strong thread and clean fabric cut. It’s surprisingly strong for such a delicate looking pokemon, and won’t hesitate to fight back if it thinks Hina is being threatened.

Gotou: In his research and study of the medals, Kougami and his scientists managed to create a synthetic pokemon capable of changing its typing with a special device. only one of these creatures managed to survive past incubation, and was given to Gotou when he was promoted to lead a squadron. Gotou isn’t quite sure what to make of Type: Null, but sometimes it looks back at him with intelligent eyes from behind its mask, and Gotou wonders how much is being held back by its control mask.

Date: Despite its rough looks, Date’s Aggron is surprisingly friendly. Years of work in combat zones have left its metal hide a bit scuffed and worn, but Date tries to polish it up a bit when he can. It eats a lot too, and Date often has to pry cell medals out of its mouth after a battle before it eats too many. 

Satonaka: Satonaka will battle, too, if she’s paid enough to do it. Her Tsareena is just as aloof as she is, and an extremely capable fighter. Even Date’s Aggron will flinch away from it. But their battling prowess doesn’t come cheap, and Satonaka insists on extra pay if any of Tsareena’s leaves get scuffed in a fight.

Ex-Aid Cast:

Emu: A Lucario. I couldn’t decide between this or Blaziken (it reminds me of Mighty, a little bit!) But Lucario’s empathetic abilities are a good match for Emu i think. For some reason, it acts really strange around Parad... maybe it senses something about him that Emu doesnt?

Parad: A Porygon, of course! It wouldn’t have any trouble following it’s friend into digital spaces. Kuroto designs the special discs Porygon needs to evolve for Parad. 

Hiiro: A Gallade! There is nothing they cannot cut. Hiiro has a mega stone, but his own personal struggles prevent him and Gallade from mega evolution for much of the show.

Kiriya: Its GOTTA be a Cyclizar! C’mon, of course the bike man would have a bike pokemon. Kiriya’s Cyclizar is just as fun and upbeat as he is!

Taiga: Decidueye. It supports Snipe in combat with it’s sharpshooting quills. While it seems quite cool and aloof, it can often be seen fussing over Taiga when he’s in his office.

Nico: Nico’s Scrafty has as big of a temper as she does, and Emu is often an unfortunate target for it’s violent headbutts or kicks. It’s fiercely protective of Nico, and has a competitive streak from their esports days. Scrafty hates losing more than anything, so it often tries to start fights with Emu’s Lucario.

Poppy: A cute Sylveon! It’s good at helping patients calm down a little bit, and loves to dance with Poppy! Whon Poppy’s feeling a little down, her Sylveon will link it’s ribbons in her hands and try to cheer her up by instigating a dance.

Kuroto: A shiny Gengar. It’s leering smile and horrid laughter echo Kuroto’s. It becomes even more cruel and unnerving once they achieve mega evolution, relentlessly chasing Kiriya’s Cyclizar through the streets when it goes to find help.

Graphite: Graphite and his Charizard both enjoy testing themselves in combat. Graphite’s signature move burns just as hot as his Charizard’s flames! While capable of mega evolution, they prefer not to use it, only mega evolving when their opponent has proven themselves worthy.

Build Cast:

Sento: Isurugi says he found Metagross’ pokeball on Sento when he found him in the rain. It doesn’t seem to remember anything, either, so it navigates its new life with Sento one step at a time. An encounter with a Buneary earned Sento another companion, too! It’s often perched on Sento’s shoulder, and when they both get excited, both of Buneary’s ears stand on end.

Banjou: A Kommo-o! (its fighting and dragon type. it has to be a Kommo-o). They were legends in the ring, but after Banjou’s fall from grace, his Kommo-o refused to listen to him. It’s taken a while, but now that Banjou has found his reason to fight again, he and Kommo-o can finally fight together once more. When Banjou gets fired up, Kommo-o clangs its scales in reply.

Misora: A Spinda (because i think it kind of looks like that weird rabbit plush thing Misora has). Misora usually holds it in her arms, since it can be a little slow when it totters after her with its strange movements. After her collapse as a child, she found that a Shaymin followed her everywhere, too. It’s cute and unassuming, but sometimes the flowers on its back shake, like it’s reacting to some strange power...

Sawa: Sawa’s Chatot received training alongside her during their youth as Namba Children. It’s capable of advanced levels of speech pattern recognition, so Sawa will often leave it in unassuming places so her Chatot can eavesdrop and then repeat back to her everything it heard. 

Kazumin: Mudbray and Tauros are common pokemon for farmers, and Kazumin’s Mudsdale has been his reliable partner since childhood. Years of farm work have build it’s already strong stamina into something almost untouchable. It stands stong, shrugging off powerful attacks like they’re nothing, and one stomp from Mudsdale’s hooves is enough to down almost any opponent. 

Gentoku: Krookodile looks a bit intimidating, until you realize it can be just as silly as Gentoku can be. It shared his horrendous amazing fashion sense. Gentoku has sunglasses that match the dark markings around Krookodile’s eyes.

Evolt: Isurugi’s Dachsbun used to be at his side every second of the day, but for some reason it began to shy away from him. Now it snarls at him from time to time, and spends every moment with Misora instead. 

After everything is revealed, a strange and unsettling pokemon started to accompany Evolt. Deoxys looms behind him, standing almost perfectly still, and it’s ever-shifting forms make it a tough opponent in combat.

[fkinavocado]

DREAAAA.... I just read the DI Harry blurb and I HAVE NO WORDS.... Everytime I think it can't get better IT FUCKING DOES!!!! SUCH A GREAT PIECE!!!!

While reading that I kinda thought of what it would be like to help DI Harry shave??? Like you'll just be sitting on the counter , water running behind you and THE MAN in front of you between your legs. And you're just helping him shave... the vibes of it.... It'll be such a intimate yet sweet / domestic moment. Am I the only one who thinks this is sexy??? Anywaysss my brain's just going too far thinking abt this. LOOKING FORWARD TO READING THE NEXT PART OF DI ISSUES.!! HAVE A GOOD DAY HON!!!

this was requested in march 😅 hope you're still around to read it hun!

Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings

extra / alternatively, read on wattpad

Intimate (word count: 2.5k)

“Shhhh! Stop that!”

“Whaaat?”

“Stop smiling, I’m gonna nick you!”

Harry threw his head back, laughing “How is shushing me meant to keep me from smiling? You silly girl…” he dipped his head back towards yours and you pulled away just before he got shaving cream all over you, which was obviously his plan

You were sat on the bathroom counter and he stood between your legs, and you’d only gotten as far as lathering up the shaving cream over his face. Turns out he looked quite funny whilst still managing to look dashing, and it was you that started laughing first. After which he couldn’t stop from smiling himself at how amused you were by all this, and everytime you raised your hand holding the razor firmly, you pulled back and giggled some more

“Ok Santa, hold still”

Harry gasped in mock offence “Santa?”

“Well what else am I gonna call you with that "white beard" and near red lips? Look at the silver in your sideburns” you curled a strand of his hair around your left index finger, you were absolutely head over heels about it unbeknownst to him “... so, if the shoe fits?”

Harry slapped your left thigh at that without missing a beat, you were only wearing your panties and one of his t-shirts you always slept in and it’d really stung, especially coming out of nowhere “Ow! What are you punishing me for?! I’ve been a good girl all year, Santa” you pouted

Harry cackled, the tone of it hiding a warning in there, somewhere “Ohhh, but I beg to differ. I have a list of all the times you’ve been naughty” his eyes darkened and your breath hitched seeing his demeanour switch but he cleared his throat and pulled back a bit “But let’s save that conversation for another time, hm? Where were we?”

You smiled coyly and ran the razor under hot water again before bringing it to the side of his face once more, still hesitating.

“...Y/N?”

“Yeah…” you cleared your throat “Sorry. I’m just a bit scared, this looks really sharp. Nothing like my disposable razors”

Harry then grabbed your wrist gently, and looking straight into your eyes he pushed your hand towards the side of his face, pressing the razorblade against his skin and dragging it downwards towards his jawline.

Your eyes widened at the amount of pressure he was applying “Woah. That’s… Ok” you inspected his face while he ran the razor under hot water before placing it back in your hand. You could’ve sworn he must’ve scrapped his skin off but there was nothing but a smooth surface left behind, no traces of blood whatsoever.

“C’mon baby. I don’t break that easily” he winked at you and you huffed. This was not the right time for him to be turning you on. You needed a clear mind to perform what looked like brain surgery on him using the sharpest scalpel.

“Ok” you inhaled “Here goes” 

Just when you were about to have the blade touch his skin next to the stripe he’d cleared, he screamed in pain and pulled away, covering his face, and you screamed in return, dropping the razor and covering your mouth in horror “Oh my god!!! Harry! Let me see!”

He removed his hands from over his face, and laughed at your panicked face, he’d not even touched the shaving cream and you had half a mind of running your hands all over it and pressing it into his eyes preferably so that it would sting like a motherfucker “You jerk!!! I can’t believe you just did that!”

You wanted to slide off the countertop but he kept you firmly in place, not removing himself from in between your legs and grabbing your waist. You swatted at his naked chest, once again trying not to get distracted by how it felt like hitting a wall of steel even if you weren’t really putting all your strength into it “The fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Ah, c’mon. Was just having a bit of fun”

“At my expense! Shave your own damn beard, I’m done with this shit. Let me go”

Harry pouted playfully “Ok, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d get that upset over it. How about I make it up to you, would you consider going through with it then?”

You raised an eyebrow “Make it up to me, how?”

“Well you mentioned your disposable razors were dull, how about I gave you the premium experience? And maybe that way you’d stop being so afraid of sharp blades, too”

“Dunno if you’ve noticed, but I’m not exactly sporting a stubble”

The corners of his lips quirked up and you couldn’t get used to how red his lips looked in contrast to the white cream surrounding them “Well, you are in between waxes, aren’t you?” he peeked at your crotch and you gasped

“Oh, hell no!”

He chuckled, “Why not?”

“‘Cause… Harry!”

“Nothing I haven’t seen before” he shrugged “Up close” 

His trademark smirk was making you consider this but then you huffed “I don’t want it growing in coarser”

“It won’t. That’s just a myth, you know”

You furrowed your brows “I don’t wanna know how you know that. But, regardless. I’m not letting you shave my pussy”

“I’ll be careful, baby, don’t you trust me?”

“No, I know you will… I just… it’s…”

“Intimate” he said, touching the tip of his nose to yours and giving you a little eskimo kiss “I wanna do this for you, wanna pamper my girl. Can I?”

You averted his gaze, you knew how intense it got when he spoke to you in that low voice of his that was twisting your insides “Ohkay…”

He puckered his lips and gave the tip of your nose a real peck “Thank you. And then, if you feel more confident you can finish shaving me, if not, I’ll do it myself, ok? Whatever you’re comfortable with”

“Ok” you smiled at him and he smiled back, stepping away to retrieve the razor, removing the blade and searching for a new, clean one. You squirmed a bit before removing your panties and he urged you to scoot further back on the countertop until you were touching the mirror behind you, and he planted your feet on the margin

“Really wanna give it a kiss too but I’m guessing I should maybe apply some shaving cream the traditional way” he gave you a lopsided smile and you rolled your eyes out of embarrassment 

He lathered the cream in between his clean palms and then proceeded to distribute it all over your mound and labia and down towards your ass. You squirmed under his touch and he peeked a glance at you “Is my baby getting all shy over this? Can’t believe you let me do filthy things to this pussy and this is what makes you blush”

You covered your face, grinning like an idiot and kicked his shoulder playfully “Oh, shut up” 

“You’re lucky you’re covered in shaving cream, sweetheart, otherwise I’d make you shut up, hm? Now hold still for me, grab your ankles, don’t want you making any sudden movements while I operate, ok?”

You scoffed, without being able to hide your grin anymore. You watched him run the razor under hot water and then studied the crease between his brows as he dipped between your legs and saw him reach for the top of your mound “Wait. What are you doing?”

He looked up at you “I thought it was self explanatory”

“No, I mean, why are you starting from up here?”

“Isn’t that how we started on my face?”

“Yeah but that’s… different”

“How is it different?”

Now that you were thinking about it, you realized he was showing you how to shave him going downwards towards his jawline “Wait, you shave with the grain?”

“Of course”

“What?” you laughed “That’s crazy! You’ll never get a smooth shave!”

“Does it not look smooth to you?” he turned his face to the side so that you could inspect the clear stripe on his cheek “It’s a very close shave, darling, that’s why the blade’s so sharp. You never shave against the grain, that’s what leads to bumps and cuts. Now, would you allow the artist to worry about the artwork?”

You were left a bit speechless at that. You’d been waxing for a long time, but whenever you’d had to shave you’d done it against the grain, and he was right, you’d always ended up with razorbumps. So maybe he was onto something.

“You follow the direction of hair growth and then at the end, if necessary, you can go in horizontal swipes, but never against it. Hm. Turns out this is quite the package for you, isn’t it sweetheart? Pampered and educated. And at the end of it all, as a reward for being such a good pupil, thoroughly fucked” he added that last bit in a low voice, as he was concentrating on holding your skin taut in certain areas, and then rinsing the razor under the water from time to time.

Your breath hitched in anticipation, you could already feel yourself getting wet since before he even mentioned anything happening. Just standing there spread eagled like that for him was getting you hot, since your body was used to the pleasure it’d be receiving whenever you were in that position in front of him.

“Oof, baby, gonna have me needing to reapply some cream if you don’t behave. You’re dripping, pretty girl”

You bit your lower lip and he made eye contact with you, and you felt yourself gush even more when he smirked at you, visibly happy to be having such an effect on you whilst doing nothing particularly sexual

The feel of the blade against you yielded by his hand felt very good. A bit too good. Mixed with the idea of how easily he could hurt you, but having all the confidence that he won’t… it was a very heady experience.

His hot breath on your naked core felt amazing, and his focused gaze directly on your most intimate parts under bright bathroom lights should’ve made you feel insecure, but it didn’t. You’d been a bit shy at the beginning, but as minutes passed, you found yourself enjoying the experience more and more. Harry was right. It felt nice, the intimacy of him doing this for you. Before you knew it, he ran a washcloth under warm water and patted off all the excess cream. 

You were expecting his handiwork, quite impressed by how smooth it looked. Almost as if you’d waxed, it was a really close shave and before you could comment on it your eyes trailed further away from your own body and landed on his very obvious erection he was sporting in his boxers.

You were surprised, because he’d been so collected and hadn’t looked like you’d been affecting him the same way you normally would while splayed in front of him like that. But he’d kept his cool, careful to focus his attention on the task at hand and not his most primal reactions.

You felt overwhelmed with love for this man.

You watched him switch the blade for a new one and reached your hand out for it. He looked at you and smiled, handing it over to you and resuming his place in between your legs now that you’ve scooted back to sitting on the edge. The cool marble top was very nice against your very hot core, and you also felt how wet you’d gotten. But you could keep it together, just like he’d done. 

And then let him ravish you.

But for now, you leaned in to kiss his collarbone and then began shaving him, finally. Tentative at first, but you remembered the pressure he’d applied on both himself and you, and you felt more confident to replicate his actions. It felt very satisfying seeing how smooth you left the skin in the blade’s wake, a sign that you were doing a good job. You were very aware of how closely he was watching your eyes and the way you were focusing on doing it right, and you tried not to let it get to you. He could be quite intense at times. 

Before you knew it, you were done. Harry rarely shaved fully, most of the time he just trimmed to a stubble but every now and then he liked to go clean shaven for a few days. You couldn’t make up your mind which you preferred better. He looked so different with and without facial hair. 

Shaving it off seemed to take a few years off his face as well. He still looked extremely manly but when he flashed those dimples he had an almost boyish look about him that you found unbearably cute. You’d seen pics of Harry in his early twenties, and while he didn’t look much different, the one thing you always noted was that impish quality about him. 

After you patted his face with a damp washcloth, and tapped aftershave lotion onto his skin, he immediately cupped your cheeks and pulled you in for a tender kiss. It always felt so novel kissing him bare-faced like that, and the smell of aftershave was sending you spinning. You’d always been such a goner for masculine fragrances.

He licked into your mouth and you hummed in appreciation, grabbing his hips and bringing him flush against your naked core. You let out a desperate mewl when he pressed himself just right against you and you were just about to reach and pull him out of his briefs when he kneeled in front of you and pulled your thighs further apart

“Tsk. What a messy girl” he said before licking you in one long stripe from bottom upwards and you whined

“Please, daddy. Don’t tease…”

He pressed his smooth mouth against your pussy, shaking his head slowly from side to side and you felt like you would black out

“Just making sure I didn’t miss any spots” he mumbled in between sloppily sucking your lips in between his and then finally dipping to push his tongue inside you, making you clutch onto his messy curls 

“Please!”

He grabbed just above the crease of your ass as he really went to town, then. You were so ready for him and so turned on that you came embarrassingly fast, nearly slipping off the counter, what with all your juices dripping underneath you. 

But when he finally stood back up and pushed his boxers hastily down his legs, you knew you weren’t done yet. And when he pushed into you and you finally saw the look in his eyes and that hint of boyish mischief, your arousal coating his shiny lips, you knew you weren’t anywhere near done “Don’t worry, Santa can go fuck himself, I like my naughty girl getting proper dirty for her daddy.”

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lust 03 / anthony bridgerton

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: The man you despise so much is suddenly in the arms of someone else and that makes you realize you actually have real strong feelings for him

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 2.2k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: mild mature talk

part 01 | part 02 | part 04 | part 05 | part 06

Here you were in the garden with him. Him whom you have just confessed your love. And he was holding you, so close to his body. A close moment between you two, amidst all of the flowers, blooming around.

But then…

It was a guard, probably sent by your Mama. As you were completely immersed, emotions flowing out, you had completely forgotten that by now, people will start to wonder where you are.

‘’Oh God…how are we-...’’ you frantically whisper, as it seemed the guard’s voice was getting closer

Anthony scours the property beyond the garden. It would seem it had a labyrinth. A grassy path continued into tall rectangle bushes, spread out into lines. There is only one way in and one way out, the rest are dead ends. Because behind you there was nothing, no trees, no statues… The only option for you to flee the scene would be through this labyrinth.

‘’Keep a tight grip around my hand,’’ Anthony orders ‘’we will have to run.’’

‘’Run? Run to where?’’

‘’Through the labyrinth.’’ he explains, before taking your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He gives you a nod, then takes off while you grab onto your gown and start running with him into the moonlight labyrinth.

‘’How do you know a way out?’’ you ask, panting, the dress was clung onto you at the top like a tight glove, making it difficult for you to breath

Anthony, looks down at you ‘’I do not.’’

Your eyes widen, as you feared there is no way out of this, unless somehow you manage to find the right path. The guard’s voice kept asking for your name and repeating ‘It is dangerous for a lady to be out in the darkness!’ but little does he know, you have a man protecting you, right beside. His firm hold on you only tightened, when you would make a turn or if you would come to a dead end.

‘’Why is this even here? Who finds labyrinths amusing?’’ you scoff only for Anythony to snicker

‘’You find this funny?’’ you question, heavily breathing ‘’Mr. Bridgerton?’’

That’s when he gapes at you and without any warnings, picks you up. His strong muscular self, has one of his hands under your legs, while the other one is securly supporting your back. Your gown going over you, that was now ruined from the grass.

You squeal from the sudden lift ‘’I did not give you permission to lift me.’’ you spat

‘’And I told you not to call me Mr. Bridgerton.’’ he resorts, the corners of his mouth going up

Anthony picked up the pace, dashing through what seemed like million paths, before yet again coming to a dead end.

‘’This doesn’t look good.’’ you whine, throwing your head back, groaning in frustration

Quite some time passed by, after you so embarrassingly ran from the ball with Anthony following you after. The festivities in the mansion are still in its peak but sure there are others that have noticed of your disappearance. Especially because of the guard being sent to find you. Not so much of Anthony perhaps… Well there sure is someone special that might bring this into a big scandal. Lady Whisteldown.

You jump out from Anthony’s hold, letting your feet meet with the soft grass. He tries to get ahold of you again but you manage to slip away.

‘’I think I should have the guard find me and you continue hiding, then get yourself out of here.’’ you propose, patting your dress and adjusting the twisted necklace

‘’I will not be allowing you to do so,’’ he answers, narrowing his eyebrows ‘’you can’t possible be left alone in this place,’’ he has his hands on his hips, panting ‘’the guard is out of no use, he won’t find you for a week.’’

‘’Well getting caught doesn’t sound like a very bright idea,’’ you protest, still figuring out your jewelry ‘’also not to mention Her.’’ you pierce at him but he just shrugs his shoulders, unable to figure out what you meant

‘’Lady Whisteldown of course!’’ you whisperly yell, rolling your eyes at him

‘’I do not care about her right now, besides everyone already knows I have been courting you.’’

Which was true and quite every other girl was confused as to why you were not fond of that. But they did not know of Anthony’s ‘not marrying out of love’ claim. Still, getting caught in the dark hours, outside, would not be a good look. It would turn into a scandal and people are eager for gossip. They have been taught so by none other than Lady Whisteldown.

‘’And me not reciprocating back,’’ you stress when he tries to say something but you interrupt him ‘’it won’t look good and you know it!’’

Anthony sighs, while turning his head into the direction you two just came from. He crouches down and takes a peek through the bushes, awaiting to see the guard. The bushes were quite thick but still, if one’s eye takes a closer look, you are able to see what is happening through them.

‘’Okay fine, let it be your way.’’ he gives in, before lifting back up to his feet

‘’This is not having it be my way, this is an important matter.’’ you noted, while he strutted towards you and let his fingers, grasp at your necklace

‘’What are you-...’’

‘’Just let me.’’ he softly says, twisting the necklace back in place, adjusting the giant white stone to rest in the middle of your collarbones

He slightly touches your skin as you gasp, your heartbeat going up. Anthony glances at you, his eyes lustrous amidst all of this. A long gaze, traveling to you, then at your lips. You sink your teeth in the corner of them, getting caught off guard by this intimate moment between you two.

‘’Miss Y/ln, if you do that again, I am afraid I might need to do it for you.” he warns and you fastly, snatch his hands away from your necklace

‘’I will be on my way then. Farewell.’’ you bid your goodbye, rolling your eyes at him but as soon as you turned around you giggled to yourself

The corners of Anthony’s mouth went up as he caught you by surprise. He could tell you got a flush across your cheeks, causing you to flee the scene.

You remembered where you came from, after the last couple of turns but sure enough, you ran into dead ends. You wanted to buy Anthony sometime, unsure when he was going to try and escape the labyrinth on his own. You were also terrified of the thought of him getting caught but at the same time you knew how wicked he was. He could outsmart anyone, especially if he came face to face with any other human by chance.

You finally manage to pick a path that did not lead to a dead end, even though they all looked the same. And you also did not know where the guard might be this very second. As Anthony noted, the guard's chances of finding you right away are very poor, so you started yelling for help.

‘’Help! I am stuck in this labyrinth! I can’t seem to find my way out!’’ you scream, trying to make it believable like you were afraid

‘’Miss! Try to follow my voice!’’ the guard said followed by the voices of two other guards

Now you really knew that your Mama was missing you. Not just her but probably the rest of the guests, gathered for tonight's ball. You were just hoping they would not notice that Anthony wasn’t there as well. But maybe they would not suspect it, as you have been keeping your distance from his courting, that is until today of course.

‘’Everything looks the same to me!’’ you yell, keeping your gown in your hands. You could feel your feet pulsating, from the running earlier. The dress was ruined, stained from the grass and poked through with thorns you would get caught on. Nevermind the dress because you were still wondering what Anthony will do after coming back to the ball. How is he going to act, better yet how are you going to act? What comes after for the two of you?

‘’Miss! I can hear your voice louder, it must mean we are close to you!’’ sure enough just like Anthony said, the guards took forever to find you. After finally ‘saving’ you, you noticed they were holding some white polished stones, to help guide you and themselves back to the entrance.

Taking a step outside, you were met with your Mama, visibly worried. She was nervously tapping her leg, while Lady Bridgerton was trying to calm her down. Seeing you, she rushed to your side, trying to assist you.

‘’Y/n, where have you been? Why did you wander off and of all places this?’’ she points to the labyrinth but you only laugh at her

‘’I do not find this funny one bit! You had me and others worried! Don’t you ever dare, go out at a dark hour like this!’’ she scolds you but deep down she was glad you were safe and back with her

Slowly stepping back into the marvelous ball, you had eyes all on you. Most were peaking down at your dress, wondering what had happened to you, while others were happy you were safe. You do not know how long you were outside with Anthony, as it seemed everyone else was still upmost energetic. The orchestra still playing wonderful tunes, not looking tired at all.

As you were making your way back to where you were standing earlier, you noticed that the Diamond was talking to the Queen. She was visibly upset, probably due to Anthony leaving her 'unattended' in the middle of the dance. The Queen on the other hand, did not care too much about it and was trying to make her feel a bit at peace by introducing her to other suitors. As soon as one of the men were talking to her picked out Diamond, the Queen herself left her and was back sitting on her chair that overlooked the entire first floor.

You scanned the room and noticed Anthony still wasn’t back. Better yet, nobody was questioning where he was, which was a relief since they hadn’t assumed you two were together. It also wasn’t, seeing that you were uneasy, troubled by him not yet returning.

It took you back to that moment, right before the guard yelled out your name. How you felt his soft touch, how he was so careful with every little move he made. How exquisite he looked, with the blazer, wrapping tightly around his strong upper body. And his deep voice, that sent waves down your spine, having you feel ecstatic.

Amongst all of these thoughts, he at last steps into the room, followed by his brother Benedict. You could tell he was searching for someone, as soon as he placed his foot into the loud room. He takes a sip of the gold bubbly champagne and frantically whips his head one way and another.

Just as he was about to take another gulp, he stopped in his place and his eyes landed upon you. For a short moment, it felt like there were just the two of you in this ball, surrounded by all the other parties that were not important. He seemed like he did not just come out of a madly green labyrinth rather he took a stroll in the soothing cold air outside with his brother.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him but yet, still trying to remain cautious, as your Mama was standing right beside you, followed by Lady Bridgerton that was just as worried sick, when you did not return.

He winks at you, pulling out the same exact white stone, the guards set up, to find their way back. Caught by this sudden item you started coughing, pretending like your throat was dry.

‘’Y/n, what is the matter?’’ your Mama asked but you quickly glance back up at Anthony to see him snicker as he puts the stone back into his pocket

‘’Nothing,’’ you reassure her ‘’I just haven’t had anything to drink yet.’’

Anthony smirks at you, as you only bulge your eyes at him, trying to tell him to watch out. He sure did obey you as for the rest of the night, he kept that beautiful stone safe, where no one could see it.

It was the next morning. The sun was slowly seeping in through the large windows, the rays gently tickling your face. The warm soft duvet came off, exposing your night gown as you stretched. Last night was eventful, after the ball you and Mama decided to go back home, as you were feeling quite exhausted from all of that running. Of course you did not tell your Mama about your little unexpected meeting, even though you knew she would be happy. But again as said before, it is better to proceed with caution, as every little small thing these days, gets turned into a scandal.

After getting ready, you went downstairs to meet your Mama that was holding a piece of paper, scribbled with words. You carefully slipped behind a wall, only a tiny bit of your head peeking in to see her making so many different expressions. Her eyes would widen then she’d laugh, then narrow her eyebrows…

She was reading the latest issue of non other then,

Lady Whisteldown.

part 04

[spicy-tomato]

“this sword has the blood of kings on it, look at how much of a slut you are getting off on something so evil. just a whore for me aren’t you princess? just gonna take whatever i give you even if it’s a fucking sword that’s killed hundreds. bet you love this? is my princess gonna cum around my sword? so dirty getting off from this.” and not going easy on you and just fucking you roughly with the end and rubbing your clit and making you cum over and over on it until it’s soaked and starting to run down to the blade- tomato in gg's discord.

my request is simple. FINISH IT IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEEsBRO

okay okay okay, i mixed it up a little with this one but i will do a part two if you guys want it.

pt two

You had to admit, this was an embarrassing thing to think about, but watching your boyfriend techno practice with his sword was more than turning you on. Just thinking about all the people hes killed with it, how much blood that sword has spilt was just to much for you. For a while you had imagined a good few not so clean thoughts about him and that sword, him holding it to your throat and ruining you, him fucking you with the hilt, him cutting your clothes off with it and much more. Of course, youd never tell him about these thoughts, he would laugh at you or look at you with disgust, so you held these little fantasies in your mind, saying one day you would confront him about it even though deep down you knew you never would.

“What are you thinking about, my aphrodite?” techno says as he walks back in from practicing, covered in sweat and holding his sword. You blush and look down, trying to come up with a quick excuse but drawing a blank with such a sight in front of you. He chuckles and sets his sword on the counter, your eyes dashing over to it quickly with a deep blush. “oh , are you thinking of my sword princess?” you glup and nod at his softly voiced question.

“Y-you just looked so good training….i couldnt help but watch.” you hope that would cover the glance to the sword you knew he saw you look at. He chuckles darkly and picks the sword back up, running his hand over the blade carefully, causing you to shiver as your thoughts start to carry you further from where you stand. His hand on your hip brings you back, not realizing how close he had gotten and how the sword was inches from your hand.

“Do you want me to teach you how to fight, my queen?” he takes your hand with his free one. Hes never offered to train you even when you asked in the past. You nod and he sets the hilt of the sword in your hand, still holding it as he led you outside. He leads you over to the training area before he lets go of your hand, setting up some hay bales for you to practice on. Hesitantly, you lift the sword with both hands.

“this sword has the blood of kings on it, look at how much of a slut you are getting off on something so evil. just a whore for me aren’t you princess? just gonna take whatever i give you even if it’s a fucking sword that’s killed hundreds. bet you love this? is my princess gonna cum around my sword? so dirty getting off from this.”

You practically hear those words drip from technos mouth as you look down at the sword. You drop it and cover your face quickly out of embarrassment.

“Are you okay princess?” techno says as he rushes over, his tone laced with concern. You nod, not uncovering your face until he takes your wrists in his hands carefully.

He has your hands pinned above you, only needing to use one with how small you are compared to him. He carefully moves the hilt between your legs for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Youre a fucked out and drooling mess, your cum dripping down the hilt and onto the blade of this god killer.

You can barely make eye contact with him as he carefully pulls your hands from your face, looking over it to make sure you didnt get cut. When your eyes meet his he let out a sigh of relief as he sees nothing happened to you. He picks up the sword before hugging you, the hilt of it pressed to your back as he pulls you close to his chest.

“Such a cute little whore, getting off on this until you scream. Look at how much of a mess youve made on the blade of this thing. Gonna think of you every time i take a life with it. Think of how pretty you look when it fills you up.”

You stumble back from the hug, you face blood red before you rush back into your shared house and up to the bedroom, locking the door behind you quickly. You get in the bed and curl up, covering your face from just how embarrassed you were. Techno rushes in, leaving the sword thrown on the kitchen counter as he makes his way to the room.

“You just love this dont you? Maybe this should be how i get my blade clean from now on, huh? Fuck you with it until its covered with your cum and mixed with the blood of the people ive killed? Maybe ill let phil watch, let him see how much of a whore you are even for my blade?”

“My aphroditie, please open the door. Did i do something? Please let me come in.” you shake as you unlock the door, rushing back to the bed and hiding under the blankets. “Did i do something my dearest?” he lifts the blanket to look at you.

He looks so big above you, holding you down like you were just another one of his victims. His sword in his hand as he looks at you with dark eyes. Not dark with hate or with anger, dark with lust. He looked over you like he would kill you as he undressed you with his eyes, taking his sword and--

“Princess, please tell me whats wrong.” he looked concerned and you sit up. Nows as good a time as ever....guess you might as well tell him.

[ohworm-writes]

Burns

MCYT: c!Technoblade Boyfriend Scenario

mcyt masterlist

‼ c!Technoblade prompt: Reader gets hurt while exploring through the Nether, coming back wounded to their lover ‼

Featuring: c!Technoblade

Warnings: GORE, angst (?), mentions of injury, description of injury, mentions of blood, worried techno

[ 1.5k word count ]

a/n - i wanted to do a Techno work for a while, so i finally got around to doing it! enjoy the work! i’m horrible at doing endings if you couldn’t tell lol

content below the cut!

You happily made your way through the scorching confines of the Nether, checking your inventory to look at the loot you had gotten. You had been trading with piglins for hours, giving out one bar of gold after another in return for a wide array of items, a lot of which were useless to you.

You had traveled farther out than you anticipated, seeing nothing other than the dull shade of red from the netherack and the flow of lava around you. You had placed a few stray blocks to keep you on track, one of these landmarks more obvious than the others.

The nether-bricked fortress loomed over you as you passed through one of the arches. It didn't seem to have been looted yet, so you had saved the coordinates to it, planning to tell your boyfriend when you got back. Your footsteps echoed through the landscape as you made your way back, unaware of the group of 4 blazes that floated high above you.

You had been absentmindedly checking your inventory still, throwing out the near stacks of soul sand and quartz that had accumulated in your inventory when they started firing at you. You reacted a split second too late, overwhelmed by the searing pain in your arm.

Your clothing was starting to burn up as you erratically patted it down, now left with the skin painfully peeling off, your blood crisping and drying up around it. You screamed in pain as you set the fire out, tears welling up in your eyes at the sight if the injury.

Focusing on getting away, you made a dash towards one of the pillars, hiding behind it as the blazes shooting again at you. The fire caught at the netherack in front of you, fire crackling at your feet. You took a few frantic steps backward, your back meeting with the wall of nether brick.

Waiting a moment to catch your breath, you peered over the side to look at the blazes. They had gotten a bit closer, still looming high above you. You looked around you, spotting the nether portal to the tundra a few hundred blocks away. If you booked it, you could probably make it! But would the blazes catch you before you got there?

The sound of fire shooting resonated in your ears, making you jump back behind the pillar. The fire caught on the netherack, much further away than the last shot. You moved your shoulder a bit, crying out in pain at the intensity of your injury. You held your arm against your chest, clutching it tightly.

You decided it was now or never, breaking into a sprint towards the portal. You heard the fire shooting again, but you couldn't risk slowing down. Sweat ran down your back as your feet collided with the soft netherack under them. The vibration from your footsteps shot up through your arm, making you scream as you pushed forward.

The portal was much closer now, and you didn't hear the shots of blazes. You couldn't risk looking back, so you continued to run. The obsidian pathway felt hard under your feet, in contrast to the softer feeling of netherack. You slowed your pace, adrenaline draining as you stumbled through the portal.

When you came through the other side, you were met with the calm winds of the arctic. You fell to your feet, the pain becoming almost unbearable. You laid your back against the portal, finally deciding to take a better look at your wound.

The entirety of your left arm, from your shoulder to your elbow, was burnt. A large portion of your top was burnt too. Raw skin peeked out from under the burnt portions, red and blotchy. There wasn't much blood, to your relief. Your entire arm still felt like it was burning, searing in pain.

You had to get back to the cabin. That was your goal. Get back to the cabin. You shakily stood up, stumbling slightly as you made your way across the tundra. You held your arm close to your chest, wincing every time the wind blew against it and the vibrations that wracked through your body with every heavy step.

After what had felt like hours, the cabin was finally in sight. The sun was starting to set over the icy plains. You knew mobs would start spawning if you didn't hurry up. You stumbled your way towards the cabin, seeing how all of the lights were on in the place you called home.

When you finally reached the spruce doors. Before you could even reach for the handle, the doors swung open, revealing your piglin boyfriend with a worried expression on his face.

"Y/n! Where the hell have you be-" His eyes switched from concern to anger and settling on distress. He held your uninjured shoulder and ushered you inside, moving you to sit down on the couch that sat down in the center of the room.

He quickly started rifling through chests, not a word spoken as he did so. He pulled out a bottle of healing and regeneration, tucking them under his arm as he reached for gauze and a variety of antibiotics.

You watched him as he made his way from the chests over to where you sat. Your legs dangled off the front of the couch, your boyfriend situating himself between them as he took a better look at your arm. He took a short blade from his boot, cutting off your shirt carefully. He tossed it to the side, focusing his attention on your wound.

He pushed two potions into your chest, you could just feel the anger radiating off of him. It was scary. Without a word, you downed both of the potions, feeling the pain subside for the most part. You exhaled a deep breath you didn't know you were holding, shutting your eyes slowly.

"Are you going to tell me what the hell happened?" His tone was firm, cold, anger dripping from it. You felt terrible, you knew his mind would be working overtime trying to find out a solution before you told him a worm. Your eyes opened slowly, a frown finding its way to your face.

"Blazes," you tell him softly. You saw as his shoulders became slightly relax, at least it wasn't a person who did this to you.

"Tech, love, it's really not that bad. Let me patch it up." Wrong choice of words. His eye twitched and his brows furrowed as he looked towards you. "Not that bad?! Y/n are you looking at it? Your entire upper arm is messed up!"

"I've seen worse on you." You wanted to try and deescalate the situation, but you knew it wasn't going to end up that way. "This isn't about my wounds, this is about yours! You aren't fine!" He yelled, worry filling his eyes as he started to focus on dressing your wound. He stood up, going towards the kitchen to grab a wet cloth.

"Tech-" He grumbled angrily as he drenched the cloth in water. You knew he was blaming himself, you knew the voices would be screaming at him. He settled himself in front of you again, eyes dark as he gently pushed the cloth against your wound, very contrasted to how tense he was.

Your breath hitched, your hand grabbing onto his tightly. He put all of his attention onto wrapping you up. He was completely silent during the whole process. By the end of it, you had a new shirt on, your arm settled comfortably in a sling.

When he was fully finished, he settled his palms on your knees, head down as he mumbled something. You brought your free hand up to his hair, gently coursing your fingers through it. "I could have prevented this," he said, just enough so you could hear him.

"Hey," you whispered, taking your hand out of his hair and moving it to his cheek. He leaned into your palm affectionately, casting his eyes upwards to meet yours. He didn't look angry anymore, his eyes were just filled with remorse.

"It's not your fault, please believe me when I say that." He hummed lowly, closing his eyes and melting into your touch. You stayed like that for a while, silently cupping his cheek. When he opened his eyes again, his arms moved off your knees and he sat up.

You cast him a confused look as he sat down next to you, resting his back on the armrest of the couch. He huffed, opening his arms as a welcoming for you. You chuckled softly, laying back into him and making sure you didn’t lay on your injured arm. 

You lay your head against his chest as he carefully wraps both of his arms around you. He hums again, the sound resonating through his chest. You let your eyes shut as you smile. You feel him press a kiss to your forehead as you let exhaustion take over.

[redrobbingabank]

The Kids are Not Alright

Tommy was in his house when the sirens started. He’d been visiting Shroud. It was a good day. Now, cold, indescribable terror is flooding through him as he sits on the floor, head pressed between his knees. Rocking back and forth, Tommy drags in breath after breath and never registers the oxygen. 

Dream escaped. Dream escaped. Holy fucking shit, Dream escaped.

Sam had promised. He’d promised that wouldn’t happen. Pandora’s Vault was the most secure place on the server, the only place Dream couldn’t get out of. He’d been so sure of it that he’d been willing to let Tommy rot inside to protect its integrity.

He should have known it wasn’t true. 

He needed to get up. He couldn’t get up. He needed to run. He could hardly breathe. He had to get Tubbo and Ranboo out. He didn’t know where they were. The sirens were still screaming, screaming, screaming.

There were tears on his cheeks. “No, no no no no no no no,” Tommy murmured, finally bringing himself to look up at Shroud. The spider was unaffected, watching him from the ceiling. He focused on Shroud, and slowly, slowly, his breathing evened. 

He had to get Tubbo. Dream was probably looking for him oh god Dream was probably already looking for him breathe breathe breathe, he had to get Tubbo and Ranboo and Wilbur thought Dream was good run far, far away.

He shoved himself to his feet, turned on his heel, and ran at full tilt for the tunnel to Snowchester. They had to get away this time. They had to. He couldn’t survive it again.

Las Nevadas was quiet, for a casino town. Tubbo served plenty of burgers, for sure, but today it was empty except for the inhabitants, eating lunch alone despite knowing each other for months. It looked a bit stupid to him, everyone sitting alone at a table with nothing to occupy them but their food, silence reigning.

The exception was Fundy. He sat at the bar, holding a drink Tubbo wasn’t entirely sure he was old enough to serve and ignoring his burger. 

“So you’ve been here for like… what, three weeks?” he asked Tubbo. There were massive bags under his eyes. Tubbo didn’t think he’d ever seen his old colleague look so bad. Well, he guessed they were colleagues again.

“Yeah.” Tubbo shrugged and stole a fry. Quackity wasn’t there to yell at him. “You?”

“Few months.” Fundy sounded like he had to drag every word out of his mouth, slumping to prop his head up with a hand. “I don’t even know how he found me. I was living pretty far away.”

Tubbo nodded silently. He glanced over at the table in the corner, where Purpled was definitely eavesdropping. He was too tense, his head turned a little too far to be normal for someone minding their own business. 

The doors slammed open so hard the glass cracked. Tubbo whipped around, half expecting DreamXD himself to enter, but it was only Quackity. 

Maybe not only. Tubbo’s friend’s face was wild, a maniacal smile fixed on his mouth that reminded Tubbo of that day on the mountain with Dream. He took half a step back. Fundy, who’d flinched at the noise, was eyeing the counter like he had half a mind to jump over it to hide.

“Everyone’s in here, right?” Quackity looked around, doing a quick headcount. “Great.” A scarily gleeful laugh bubbled up. “Team meeting, everyone! Gather round, everyone!”

Fundy, Foolish, and Slime all complied pretty quickly, with varying degrees of bounciness. Purpled and Tubbo took a few moments longer, giving Quackity wary glances before slowly moving towards the center table. Tubbo pulled off his apron and left it on the counter. His hand itched to hold his sword.

Hair had come out of Quackity’s beanie, now resting only halfway on his head. He ran a hand through it, looking around at them all. “So, I don’t know if you’ve noticed––” His voice rang out, echoing off the diner’s walls “––But Dream’s escaped.”

He kept talking, but Tubbo didn’t hear, frozen and listening. His ears were always ringing, ever since the festival. It was an ever-present reminder of the explosions. But as he focused, letting himself hear all of it, the sounds separated. 

There was the ringing that was always there, electric and loud. Then there was the quieter, more distant, more urgent ring of the Vault’s sirens.

Ranboo. Tommy. Michael. Snowchester. 

Quackity must have been too absorbed in his rant, because he didn’t stop Tubbo as he walked, trancelike, out of the diner. The sun hit him hard. He blinked in the direction of the burger van. Empty. Ranboo usually visited Michael around this time. Snowchester it was, then.

It wasn’t hard to leave Las Nevadas behind. Tubbo had never gotten anything from it past a paycheck. It felt empty, a cooperation where L’Manberg had been a family. 

His family wasn’t here. Tubbo needed to make sure they were safe

There was dust on Ranboo’s armor. It was always like that after a mining trip. He’d have to clean it soon, but at the moment he was too tired, and it was time to visit Michael. 

The snow in the Arctic Commune reflected sunlight directly into his eyes as he stepped outside, but Ranboo was used to it. He was not used to the people who greeted him. Techno and Phil stood on the bridge between their houses. Techno and Phil. It had been months since Techno left, and the worry that had been accumulating broke away like a chunk of ice. Ranboo dropped the grass block he’d been messing with.

“Techno!” he called, running through the snow to reach them. His legs sank down to the shins in the drifts.

Techno turned around at the decidedly clumsy approach. He looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in weeks, but when he saw Ranboo, he grinned. “Hello,” he called back. 

Ranboo dashed up the steps and stopped in front of him. “Where were you, man?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

Phil and Techno exchanged a look. “I’ve been gathering intel,” Techno said finally. “I’m gonna tell everyone about it, but we need to get Niki here so everyone can hear.”

“Oh. Alright.” Ranboo started to move back in the direction of the portal. “I’ve got some stuff I need to take care of in the SMP, so, uh…” he glanced at Phil, who knew where he was really going, and finger-gunned in the portal’s direction. “I’m gonna head out.”

“Cool. Oh, wait, Ranboo!” Techno said quickly.

“Yeah.”

“Just, uh. You’ve got problems with Dream, right?” 

Instantly, Ranboo’s skin started crawling. He dragged his thoughts away from the panic room, from Mellohi, from the voice that wasn’t Dream, and the visit Sam said he made. He nodded slightly. “Yeah?”

“Right. Uh, I’m gonna need you to trust me here, dude. When you get to the SMP, someone might tell you Dream’s out of the prison.” Phil looked sharply at him. Ranboo stopped breathing, and Techno held up his hands quickly. “Woah, woah, calm down, it’s fine. He’s not actually out. They just think he is, I promise. I saw him in there myself, okay?”

Did the world feel like it was collapsing in on itself? Yes. But did Ranboo trust Techno to tell him the truth? Yes. 

Ranboo backed down the stairs and picked up a grass block from beneath the snow. He held it close to his chest. “You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, Ranboo.” Techno looked him dead in the eye. “Dream is still in the prison.”

“Then I trust you.” Ranboo turned towards Snowchester. “I really have to go now, though.” He had to find Tubbo and Tommy and make sure they were safe. He had to tell them it wasn’t real. “See you.”

Nerves battled with determination as Ranboo started the trek through the snow, then decided it would take too long and pulled out his ender pearls. Techno would explain, but until then, he’d probably stay away from the prison. He didn’t know what the sirens would do if he heard them.

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Yandere Adult Trio finding you after a few years after escape CW: physical abuse, mentions of kidnapping, blood, needles

Hisoka

This is rather nice actually. A quiet life in the middle of nowhere where no one questions you. It’s somewhat of a farming community you live in. You work at a farmers market, selling fresh fruits and vegetables to the same people every day. Everyone here recognizes you under your fake identity, and treats you as part of the community. As if you didn’t randomly appear one day. As if you aren’t in hiding. 

It’s been about three years you would say. Three years since you escaped... him. You dyed your hair, wore colored contacts and completely changed your clothing look. You moved countries, learned a new language, and completely dropped your entire identity and life. It was the only way you could escape him. How you escaped him remains a mystery to you too. He was always attentive but- you escaped that last time. Slipped through his fingers. 

Mr. Grady, the oldest farmer in town hobbles over to your stand and smiles with his big loose mouth. He only has a few teeth but you don’t need many when you blend all of your food anyway.

“Oh hello Charlie. How are you today?” He asks with his frail old man voice.

You smile back and begin bagging up the usual for him. “Very good Mr. Grady. How are you?” 

Your conversations are never short but it’s almost become a highlight of your day to hear the old man ramble. “Oh you know. The sheep dog are sick, so I tried rounding those cows up with my cat. He practically got trampled!” He throws his arms up as if it’s unbelievable. You somewhat listen as he continues. “... moral of the story is, cats are unreliable and only have two lives.” 

As you hand the paper bag over the counter the old man stops to think for a moment. “I saw someone new up by the shops today, he was a real character. Quite tall too.” 

You nod and get the change for the money he hands you, “Oh really? Did you talk to him?”

“He wasn’t much interested in me. Though he didn’t seem like a normal traveler. He was much too eccentric for that.” He offers one last toothless smile, “Don’t work too late. It’s time for the foxbears to come out of hibernation soon.” 

Before you can further question him, he hobbles off pretty quickly for an old man. Of course you’re overreacting but someone eccentric and tall randomly coming to town? No it couldn’t be. It’s been over three years since then. And he wouldn’t go this far for you would he? 

After closing up the shop you grab the keys to your car and head for the ‘parking lot’. It’s a field with white lines spray painted on the grass with a single light to illuminate the whole place. You hop into your car and are just glad to finally go home after a long day. It was rather slow but that’s because it was a tuesday. It is very busy on friday-monday. You start your car, and turn on the air, you plug your phone in and relax some into your seat.

You adjust your rear view mirror and scream when you do. You just barely catch the reflection of someone in the back of your car. He’s sitting in the back seat watching you closely. You decide against turning around to face him.

“Hello y/n. Or is it Charlie?” He asks calmly, as if it were a casual conversation.

You clear your throat and try to control your shaking. “What are you doing here Hisoka?” 

He ignores your question completely. “You really know how to choose a nice town. Quiet, friendly, off the grid.”

“I suppose.” Your hands grip on the steering wheel tightens. “How did you find me?”

“Oh, well, it was quite hard really. You did a good job. But once I found the first person who helped you change your identity, it was just a matter of going down the chain.”

You’d rather not think about what happened to those people. “And what are you doing here?” You repeat your question.

“Well there’s only one thing I’m here for of course.” He leans back in the seat, just barely having enough room for his legs. “I’ve come to bring you home.” 

“I don’t want to. It’s nice here.” You state as if you have an option. 

He leans forward this time, and cranes his head around the drivers seat to whisper in your ear, “It’s really not up to you pet.”

Before you can even react, there’s a rope around your neck, and he’s pulling you hard against your seat. You claw at the rope and gasp for air. You try to turn some but the rope burn hurts too much. You manage to get your fingers under the rope around your neck, and throw yourself forward.

His head smacks the back of your seat but your head smacks the wheel, honking the horn. There’s no doubt that you’re bleeding. You throw the rope over your head and jump out of the car, and run. But he’s much faster.

He jumps out of the car and before you know it, he grabs the back of your shirt, pulling you to him. He holds you against himself with his arms, leaving no room for escape. But you have one more trick up your sleeve. You throw your head back as hard you can and headbutt his face. There’s a loud crack that you can only assume is his nose. 

He groans and his nails dig into your skin through your clothes. “You really got feisty while I was away.” His nails begin to pierce your skin, ripping through the cloth of your shirt. “But it’s no matter, it only turns me on more.”

Illumi

To say you’re on the run is an understatement. You’re practically sprinting away even all these years later. You know that if you stop for even a few days that he would find you. You spend no more than three days at a time in the same place. You’ve travelled half of the world by now- and quite honestly it has been somewhat nice. Not just the freedom from the suffocating grasp of your captor Illumi, but being able to see the world. You would never have done this if not for the situation you were in. Maybe things happen for a reason.

It feels like forever since you’ve been travelling. But the reality is that it’s only been two years. Two long years of not stopping. You have a new name and often go days without eating. It’s not easy getting money when you aren’t in the same area for long. 

It was late night when you escaped from him. He never let his guard down so you just had to go for it. He wasn’t expecting you to make a mad dash out of the manor, and hide out in the woods for a few days. Slowly but surely you managed to get out of the mountain prison, leaving through the small door next to the office. The man working at the entrance was sipping tea and reading the newspaper when you left much too busy to pay attention to you. You’re more than sure he was punished for missing you leaving. But sometimes you wonder if he chose to ignore you on purpose, and let you escape. 

It’s a beautiful morning. You slept on a few blankets and a sweatshirt as a pillow on the ground of a cave. It was hard to get any sleep at first but you managed to get used to the back pain. The sun is shining through the canopy, streams of light illuminating the cave. The grass outside of the cave is wet with dew droplets. It’s only slightly humid but the breeze with the warm weather is heavenly. It’s not every day you get good weather like this. 

You sit up and stretch your arms in the air, yawning tiredly. Your usual morning routine was to get a fire started, and put the tiny kettle above it. In your small backpack you have a few essential items. Coffee being one of them. You get out your tin can after jimmying a fire and filling the kettle with water from a nearby stream. You drop some instant coffee grounds in the kettle and bask in the aroma of coffee. 

You pour yourself a cup and put some powdered milk packets and splenda in the cup, stirring it with a stick that looked relatively... clean. But you had a feeling that today was the day. You weren’t sure why this morning you knew he would find you. But you did. Almost on cue, you hear footsteps approach behind you.

You bring the tin cup to your lips, taking a long sip of the hot coffee. 

“So this is where you’ve been.” You don’t even flinch at his words. You knew this was inevitable. 

The coffee burns your tongue. “Yes, I must have stayed here for a day too long. Don’t you agree Illumi?”

“Yes. It was quite stupid.” There’s a silence between the two of you. You continue sitting on the ground with your back facing him. “Are you ready to leave?” He asks as if he’s picking you up from and elementary sleep over. 

“May I finish my coffee first?” 

“I suppose.” Though he doesn’t move from his spot, his gaze staying firm on your back.

Luckily you haven’t spent all this time just running, but training. In self defense to be specific.

Quickly you jump up and turn around, you move your arm to throw the coffee on him in hopes of burning him. He grabs your wrist, but the coffee does land on his forearm. You bring your leg up to kick him in the side but he grabs it right as you make contact. The only hit you actually manage to land is when you throw a punch with your free hand at his throat. If it were anyone else they would be stunned for at least a few seconds. But this wasn’t anyone. He shows no sign of flinching. 

“Are you ready now?” He asks.

You allow your body to relax and he lets go of your limbs. “Go ahead, put a needle in me.”

He doesn’t argue with your point, pressing a needle to your chest and the last thing you hear is “Don’t fight it.”

Chrollo

The very thought that all of these people by his side had no qualms about you being kidnapped makes you sick. All of them had many chances to set you free and yet they stayed loyal to your captor, as if this were normal and okay. So many people witnessing this unhealthy obsession and not even muttering a word about it. Honestly you find it more ridiculous than you do sad. How did he have all these people under his thumb? Was he really just that powerful? 

Wherever he went, you went. One day he had what they called, ‘a mission.” You had caught a cargo train out west and jumped on, as stowaways. It’s not as if anyone checked each boxcar. All of you had fallen asleep in the small space of the boxcar. The train was at full speed, with no sign of stopping anytime soon. Cargo trains were much faster than you anticipated. Once you were sure everyone was asleep, you stood up casually as if you were just stretching. In case someone woke up. Which they did. Nobunaga peeled his eyes open and examined you. But he was too slow, you leaped out of the car before anyone could grab you. You went tumbling through a field after hitting your head very hard against the ground. It wasn’t the perfect escape but it was an escape.

After that you found a nearby farm, and while it was still night you stole a horse from a barn. You rode for many miles, until days later you found a very busy city. Somehow you managed to make a life for yourself, becoming a low grade secretary. 

Today was a slow day, your employer did not have many clients today. You checked in on your boss to see if she needed anything but she waved you away. You decided to play solitaire on the computer, a perfectly valid way to waste time. 

The phone rings and you pick it up while still keeping one hand on the mouse to play solitaire. 

“Hello this is the Seedling Lawyer’s Office. How may I help you?” You stick the phone between your ear and shoulder, playing solitaire. 

There’s a chuckle from the other side of the phone. “So it is you.”

Your blood runs cold, and the only thing that your head is telling you is ‘run’. “I’m not sure who this is, could you please state your name and purpose for calling?” Playing dumb seems like the only decision right now. 

“My darling, there’s no need for the semantics. I’m coming to pick you up right now.” Perfectly on cue, the sliding doors of the building open and you drop the phone, standing up abruptly. 

His eyes show affection and kindness, but there’s a glimmer of... rage. You look around but no one is in the waiting room and you know the cameras are fake for security. This is a cheap layer’s business after all. 

“There’s no need for the semantics Chrollo.” You try to say mockingly but it comes out more as fearful and unsure.

His smile drops and he begins walking towards your desk. “Do you understand the consequences of your actions y/n?” He scoffs kicks the heavy desk to the side as if it weighed nothing. “I missed you of course.” 

“Ah well, maybe I needed a break.” It comes out as a question. 

He corners you against the wall and places a rough hand on your cheek. “Oh darling, oh my sweet darling.” His smile reappears, as sweet as it always has been. “I’m going to kill your entire family.” His hand grips the side of your face roughly and he tilts your head back. 

“You really are something. I would never hurt you, you know.” He places a gentle kiss against your cheek despite his tight grip on the side of your head. “But that doesn’t mean there aren’t consequences for what you’ve done.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat and grab his wrist. “Well you’re hurting me right now.” 

Immediately he drops his hand and sighs. “I would never hurt you intentionally, or if not necessary.” He grabs your throat, holding it so tightly you wonder if you’ll ever be able to talk again. He’s crushing your air ways and vocal cords. You claw at his wrist but its useless. “Disciplining you does not count as hurting you.” He leans forward, and if you could yelp you would.

He bites your cheek, definitely leaving a mark. After drawing blood, he licks it up. Your vision is going dark but you’re simply not strong enough to fight back. “Do you understand darling?”