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thevoidscreams · 1 month

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I would like to see something with Mortarion. Pre heresy when he's feeling unloved as he's not quite living up to the emperor's vision for him. He's supposed to be the second strongest Psycher of the Primarchs yet he Refuses to use his power.

Even pre monster form I've always loved the idea that Mortarion is gardener/herbalist in his spare time. Collecting plants from conquered worlds and giving them a home in a personal green house of sorts.

A servant who is commonly sent to give him messages/retrieve him when needed strikes up a bond with him over his eclectic garden.

They marvel at his plant expertise and abilities. They give him an outlet to talk about his special interest in detail. They support his passions and even offer understanding about why he's uncomfortable using his magic.

Overtime spent in that humid greenhouse, both start to feel it, the attraction. The brief glances or gentle brushes of hands as they talk and work in unison.

Mortarion has never really felt anything like this. And so strongly! It frightens him. Frightens him because he fears chasing this small glimmer of happiness away if he oversteps.

But oh...Oh he dreams of the alternative. Of bodies pressed into intimate warmth, of kisses stolen quickly or bitten ravenously while he towers over his sweet one. It feels like he can barely control himself, and it's only getting worse.

Little does he know his little honey bee is already swooned to him, but they too fear overstepping. They're a baseline human, and Mortarion is a demigod like figure. He'd never view them in such a way.

They shall be content being his mortal confidant, his sidekick so to speak. They've even acquired a special gift for him to show their care (and sooth the heartache for a love that they believe will never be.) A beautiful floral specimen from their own home world. In their world's language of flowers these blooms represent eternal devotion and love.

Its a subtle way to confess their feelings, and also find closure. After all they're certain Mortarion doesn't know their planet's flower language.

... Now what happens when he turns out he Does.

(For making press March if its not clear. You do great stuff btw okay byyyyyy)

Day thirteen!!!

Pairing Mortarion x reader

Warnings: Sex, first-time sex for Mort, and two idiots in love.

Mortarion stared down at the pots in front of him. His hearts hammering in his massive chest.

The plant's colorful petals shine especially bright among the other plants. They were gifts after all that made they special. Even among all the strange and alien plants he’d gathered over the years.

He’d collected you much the same way, once nothing more than a go for, a messenger who he enjoyed seeing. Until he could no longer bear to see you go, wondering when he would see you next. If he ever saw you again at all. So he took you, just as he did his plants. Pulling rank to have you reassigned to his conservatory. Where you’d expressed a good deal of knowledge about plants. He was certain it had been the right move as you had seemed to grow into the role naturally.

He’d even made changes for you. Something he’d done for no others. Such as adding several water features with live animals. It made the place hum with new life. Mortarion would watch you buzz from one task to another, bust like a bee. It was how he took to calling you his honeybee. His sweet little bee.

As he pondered, the last words you spoke to the primarch bounced around his head.

‘They reminded me of you when I saw them.’ You said, offering him the gifts. His hands brushing yours not so accidentally as he took them. Lingering a moment longer than was strictly necessary.

‘Is that so?’

‘Yep.’

‘And why is that?’

Your cheeks had tinged pink with a blush and it made him smile under his mask.

‘They just have a nice meaning.’ You told him quickly and ducked away to go prune some fruit trees.

His mind raced, a blue orchid, and a red rose. His mind pulled up the meaning of these plants but he was sure he must have misremembered. He’d gone to his study to find his old book about gifting plants and the symbolism of the colors and species.

He hadn’t misremembered. In fact he’d been spot on.

Orchids, the book had said, were a flower that could be symbolized by love, desire and sexuality. But could also be symbols of good luck, harmony, good health and good fortune. They were blue however. The rarest color form of orchid was blue and they were unique.

On its own the orchid wasn’t a dead give away and he could have pondered the meaning of it for a long time, with still no confidence to act.

But the roses. His hearts fluttered again. Roses had many meanings, all of which had multiple meanings. But red was impossible to mistake when given as a gift. They weren’t the pink of gratitude, or the yellow of friendship or even orange which could mean fascination.

You’d mentioned the meaning specifically when giving them to him.

And red, or at least in rose language, was meant to represent devotion, passion, romance, desire, and true love. It was a lover’s flower. Given to him by the one he loved so ardently it hurt.

He came back to himself as raindrops began to pelt the roof and shake him from his recollection. He stood lifting the potted plants and taking them to a place of prominence in his conservatory. Where all would see them and admire them.

He waited for you to return today. His thumb caressing the petal of the rose. Imagining it was your lip, soft and supple as you lay under his body.

He’d gone without his armor, only a mask to aid in his breathing.

HIs hands reached for a spade as he shook the images of you from his mind.

Instead he focused on his plants and their needs. Caring for them. Just as he would care for you. If you were his.

His mind continued to stir as he continued to plant, turning soil so that his lovely roses would be able to grow into a magnificent bush.

Would your love grow that way? Blooming as it took root and grew into something more.

The door to the flower garden opened and he heard you approach. He wondered if he should find you and confront you about the flowers you’d chosen.

He decided to let you work for a bit. Hoping beyond all hope that he wouldn’t scare you away. You were perhaps his only real chance at love.

He looked up at the glass windows high above and watched as the rain that fell in sheets across the glass.

The rose was planted and watered.

He would go find you now.

You had been trimming dead leaves from a butterfly bush. Helping so that hopefully the new growth would have a chance.

Mortarion had even said that he would let you have some butterflies to liven up the space once he was able to source them.

On the outside he was often grumpy. But inside you knew he was hurting. Despite that he took your help in the conservatory graciously and was kind to you.

Your hand stroked over one of the bicolored flower stocks. The purple and orange enchanting you.

Your mind drifted to the feeling of his hands on yours and the even rarer case of his hand on your back as he sometimes did to direct you.

They were so big, they’d easily be able to hold you. Easily cover your body as he… it felt like your face caught fire it got so warm.

You wished you could have just told him you loved him outright. But if he didn’t feel the same you ran the risk of his sending you away. Of him replacing you as his assistant and maybe.. Falling in love with the next one.

It hurt so bad to think about that you almost dropped your clippers. No, you would give him flowers, and keep the secret of your love in your heart. Where it would grow with every passing day till it consumed your whole self. LIke mint left unchecked, spreading to every corner of the garden that was your body.

“You’re here early.” The sound of his voice shocked you and you did drop your clippers. He reached out and snatched them, lightning quick despite his size. His font was pressed to your back and the heat of Mortarion’s body chased away the chill you’d gotten from the rain coming in.

“Yes. Thank you.” You turned to look up at him, slotting your clippers into your tool belt.. Eyes wide and warm.

“I was hoping to see where you put the plants I gave you.”

Mortarion nodded. “I just finished planting the rose.

HIs hand found its way to your back. GUiding you along and warming you. It felt nice and it made another wave of very unprofessional things come to mind.

He led you to the main display, which had been empty while the primarch decided what he wanted to put there. You gasped when you saw the rose. It was planted in the main display.

“I am still trying to find the best place to put the orchid. But I assure you it will be a main attraction as well. It is too beautiful to be off in some corner. Things that are beautiful should be seen and appreciated.”

His eyes were on you as he said the last part. Of course you didn’t see as you were breathless about how much he had enjoyed the gifts.

Mortarion swallowed and knelt next to you, even then he was an inch taller than you.

“I need to ask you something. And I want you to be honest with me.”

You turned to face him, his yellow green eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah of course Mortarion, what up?” You felt unusually nervous.

“Why did you pick these blooms?” He asked seriously.

You told him you wouldn’t lie.

“If I’m honest with you, and you don’t like my answer..will you make me leave?”

Your eyes got a bit blurry as you pictured going back to your old life. Running messages and being yelled at for things that were in them despite them not being your fault. Or even worse, going back to a life without him. You didn’t want to lose any of what this place had to offer, but losing him might as well have been the same as dying.

“You will not. I promise you. You are far too important here to be rid of without serious cause.”

You nodded, slightly comforted.

“I got them for the meanings they hold.”

“ANd you know what they mean. Do you not?”

“I do.”

Mortarion figured as much, but his hearts were racing, he needed to hear you say it.

“Did you mean it? When you gifted me these plants knowing what they symbolized?”

“I did.” You brushed your hand over your arm. Certain you’d at the very least be laughed at. Who were you to make moves on a primarch of all people? You looked away. Mortarion was trembling.

You meant it. You really meant it.

His finger touched the bottom of your chin and turned you back to face him. His other hand came up to remove his mask. “I love you too.” He said softly.

Your jaw dropped and you were at a loss for words for a moment.

“You do?” You practically shouted.

Mortarion smiled. “I do.”

He took your hands and held them close to his chest. “Will you be mine, Honeybee?”

Your eyes widened and tears of joy dripped from your eyes. “Of course.”

You leaned in and kissed him.

Mortarion wrapped his arms around you. Your lips were every bit as loft and warm as he’d imagined on all those cold and lonely nights.

You stayed in each other’s embrace for a long minute, kissing one another with as the longing you’d both possessed.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” You told him with a very dopey smile on your lips. Mortarion found himself falling in love all over again as he saw it and met it with one of his own.

“As have I.” the primarch told you.

“Well that and a few other things.” You admitted pressing your forehead to his.

“Such as?” He pressed, wondering if you were as desirous of him as he was of you.

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, you supposed.

“Things like feeling your hands on me. Or being laid down on the soft moss carpets in the other room and taken by a big handsome primarch…one like you.”

It was Mortarion’s turn to look at you, jaw dropped.

“Unless you don’t want to or don’t feel that way.” You amended quickly.

Mortarion just chuckled and kissed you again. He’d had that same fantasy, of taking you on the mossy ground next to the main water feature as the high waterfall crashed into the water below swallowing your cries so only he’d be able to hear you.

He pulled away slowly.

“There are many places in this conservatory I’ve daydreamed about teaching you a new way to ‘pollinate’ a flower.”

Your stomach did a little flip and you leaned into him.

“Well I always want to learn more. I’d be happy to learn whatever you will teach me.”

Mortarion stood and scooped you up into his arms. He had just the place.

He’d waited so long to have you. To love you. And now that you were his he was feeling rather uncharacteristically impatient to show you just how much he longed for you.

In the room with a pond of fish he’d had made for you, really he wondered how you hadn’t known he’d loved you sooner, there was an old willow, it was currently in bloom.

He took you under its branches. They draped around the tree like a skirt and completely blocked the view of the trunk from the rest of the room.

Mortarion set you down and kissed you again. “I would like to have you, fully. If that is amiable to you.”

“It is. I’ve had many daydreams under this tree.” You giggled.

“As have I.” He agreed. “I will start this, so that you know what I have to give you, and if it is not to your liking, I will understand.” There was an undeniable air of sadness about the statement but you couldn’t imagine not liking him in any capacity.

He raised his shirt and pulled it off. He was leanly muscled but very defined and your hands immediately went to his chest. He continued with his pants. Pulling them down to reveal his pale body in all its glory.

You were struck by how stark yet beautiful he was, not a single bit of hair on him aside from the long white locks on his head.

He stood waiting for your judgment.

You gave it readily. “You’re beautiful Mortarion. I’ve never seen anything like you. And I don’t think I ever will anywhere else. Your body is perfect to me. In all of its aspects.”

Your hands ran down his form, touching him in a way he’d thought he’d only experience in dreams.

“Then you are not repulsed by me?” The pale giant asked.

“No, I really like it.” You assured him immediately.

You took a step back as he knelt again waiting. Your hands tugging your shirt up, he reached out to unclip your belt of tools, setting them aside. He eyed your chest as you tossed the shirt over with his clothes and began on your pants. Pushing them down.

You were left standing almost naked before him in only a bra and panties.

His hands went to your hips and his mouth found your throat kissing the tender skin and making you shiver with delight.

You hooked your finger into your panties pushing them down and letting them fall.

Mortarion grabbed you, pulling you down into his lap as he sat.

He ran his hands up and down your body learning every curve and dip.

When his hands came back up you back he gently unclipped the bra. You pulled it away. Mortarion drew in a breath. You were the stunning thing in this conservatory, he was certain of that. And you were his, all his to have and hold and love.

He patted his lap. “Turn for me?” You did, sitting with your back to his chest as he reached down to stroke your damp lips. “You're absolutely breathtaking.” He sighed, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over your impossibly soft pussy. Loving every inch of it as he did.

One finger probed your entrance and, finding it plenty wet, slid the finger in.

The action drew a moan from you and your head fell back on his shoulder. Letting him work. The finger brushed over a few sensitive spots, the primarch was watching, learning from each gasp and adjusting till he had you writhing in his lap from pleasure wrought by his own hands.

Every squeak or sound of satisfaction made him work his hand a bit harder. “I can take another.” You panted, yearning for more of him inside you. He gave it. His ring finger joined the middle and stretched you out more as he continued to observe, halting at any sign of pain, and waiting till you were comfortable before starting again. It was a process of stop and start that had you half mad with need. Once he mistook a sharp inhale of pleasure for pain and you almost screamed not to stop.

Whether he realized it or not his care for you was causing the worst case of edging you’d ever experienced. Drool dripped down from the corner of your mouth. Your head lulled to the side and a soft whine bubbled up from somewhere inside you.

“Please, just like that. Don’t stop.” Mortarion pressed a kiss to your forehead, happy to keep it up.

“How are you feeling my Honeybee?”

“Close.” You told him honestly.

“I want to feel you come.” He peppered a trail of kisses from your face, down your neck and nibbled your shoulder.

That sent you over the edge. You came hard on his fingers, and he worked you through it, steady and comforting.

His finger left you and he brought them up to his lips, he licked the juices off. The flavor made his cock all the harder. You slid from his lap, turning around to face him.

You reached for his cock and he stiffened. No one had touched him this way before.

He knew how this should work. Buth knowing and doing were two separate things.

He watched you stroke his cock curiously. Your eyes fixed on his as you bite your lip. It made him want to jump you. And as nice as it felt to have you touching him, he wanted me.

“I would like to have you, to fill you.” He rasped, his voice getting a bit hoarse. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Please.”

He raised you back up into his lap as it felt right.

Lining up his leaking cock with your leaking pussy he was hopeful that it would suffice for making things easier.

It did, as big as he was compared to you, he pushed in and met no resistance. You’d been ready since you’d last cum. As good as it was, it wasn't enough, you wanted more.

Letting your weight aid you, you speared yourself on his cock till you couldn’t fit a single bit more. He was longer than he was thick, but that wasn’t much of an issue given the fact that even being on the thinner side it was still more than enough to stretch you. Putting mind numbing pressure on all those delicious places inside you.

“Will it be sufficient for the task at hand my Honeybee?” He breathed, his own head a bit fuzzy from the perfect warmth wrapped around his cock.

“Absolutely. Fuck even your cock is perfect.”

He hugged you close and pressed his face into your shoulder.

You both sat like that, intimately embraced and ready to finally make good on a fantasy you’d both had countless times.

You moved first, using your footing on the grassy earth to raise yourself up and then drop.

Mortarion's hands swiftly went to your ass and hips, helping you to move.

It was everything he’d reamed and so much more.

Soon enough your efforts were taken over by your lover, he raised you with ease and pushed you back down onto his cock with fervor.

That was just fine with you though. You kissed him deeply and allowed him to explore your mouth as he fucked you.

“Damn it all. Why didn’t I tell you sooner?” He asked with a bitter little laugh.

“Great question.” You told him moaning as his cock kissed your cervix gently. “I should have told you as soon as I realized.”

“And when was that?” The primarch asked.

“That first week I worked with you.”

Mortarion cursed in a language you couldn’t understand.

“We might have been married by now if that was the case.” He felt like such a fool, for the last few years you’d both been a source of love and light in each other's lives.

“I suppose we’ll have to make up for all that lost time then.”

Mortarion moaned and hugged you tight again, thrusting his hips up into you.

You came again, the already wet slap of skin becoming even wetter.

Mortarion fucked you a minute longer. His body grew hotter and the coil in his belly winding tighter as he got ready to cum inside someone for the first time. It was completely different from his hand. The thrusts grew sloppy and he groaned as he came. Pushing into you to make sure not a drop was wasted.

Mortarion laid back in the grass under the willow, you rested on his chest as his cock slipped out. You were both spent. But very satisfied.

“I love you Mortarion.” You yawned quietly.

He smiled, it was genuine and warm and he’d never smiled like it before, it felt good to smile that way.

“I love you too, Honeybee.”

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whispers-frombeyond · 3 months

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My Entry for the STRAY GODS HOLIDAY EXCHANGE 2023

for Bee

They say fae roamed these lands. Perhaps they still do.

Tales told throughout generations, about tricksters that are neither kind nor malevolent, but doing as they please. They range from unsuspecting merchants losing their precious cargo to lost children finding their way back home.

From an early age you get taught never to enter the woods alone, not to tell them your name, not to make a deal if you are not prepared to face repercussions, and many, many more.

Over the centuries sightings of fae grew increasingly rare. As a result, belief dwindled. While traditions were still upheld, for the most part, humans became increasingly bolder over time. Daring to go further into the woods and mine in places said to house spirits, stealing their ore and committing other, similar deeds.

A Tale from those times goes something like this:

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Grace.

Grace had not put much stock into those stories growing up. However, a few years ago, the village in which she lived, fell a large tree that had supposedly been standing there for hundreds of years protecting the village from harm.

And during the first few years, it was fine. Until one day, a howl echoed through the land. The sound was like no other, so strong, all wildlife was not seen for the weeks thereafter. Glass shattered in its wake and all knew that something had risen from its slumber.

The following year saw an increase in monster activity and misfortune. Wildlife ate crops, hunters were attacked, and came home wounded. Sickness spread across villagers and animals alike.

"Revenge of the wronged fae" some screamed.

"Just bad luck" others, still narrow minded.

Grace was not sure what to think herself but helped to the best of her abilities. Assisting the farmers in planting new crops, picking up hunting skills from her brothers, and helping out in the apothecary of her best friend's family.

Despite Freddie trying to tell her otherwise, she never saw herself as someone remarkable, with no apparent talent in any area. So, the days were spent like any other, until something changed one day.

That day was an unremarkable Thursday, really it could have been any day.

But it was this one sunny Thursday morning when news broke out about a monster sighting near the borders. A large, hulking thing, the likes never seen before, that seemed responsible for all the dead carcasses in the woods. So, the hunters were called to exterminate the beast.

"Fellow hunters of Edgewoods, as you all know, for weeks now, animals have turned up near our borders. An hour ago, I received word from the patrol to have seen the perpetrator. We will go out in groups to find it and observe its behavior. DO NOT ENGAGE WITH IT! It seems to be very aggressive, and until we know more, we must proceed with caution."

Oh shit! Oh no! Oh fuck!

Wwhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!?

She should have listened.

SHESHOULDHAVELISTENED!!!

WHY DID SHE DO THIS?!!?!??!

A tree appeared in her way, and quickly, Grace dove behind it, narrowly escaping the snap of jaws. Not stopping, she twirled around the tree again and plunged into the bushes of the forest.

She struggled to regulate her breathing, feeling as if a huge weight was pressing down her chest. Gods, how did it all go so out of control so fast? One minute they followed the tracks as planned, the next she found herself separated from her group with this Thing attempting to sink its claws into her. Shouts filled the air.

"RETREAT! RETREAT! EVERYONE, BACK OFF!!"

It was grotesque. The most horrific thing imaginable.

There was no better way to describe the Beast. It was taller than a house and had several arms and legs, each fitted with razor-sharp claws. The paralyzing fear nearly cost her dearly.

And really, what she did was dumb, undoubtedly so, but after seeing it swallow one of the other hunters whole, she rammed her sword into it.

Instantly, its attention was on her.

A swing of its tail forced her to dive into a shallow river. Scrambling to the other side, she felt the impact of it rattle her bones.

Unfortunately, she had lost her sword early on, sadly possessing no magical power, she only had her knife left.

She clutched it tightly, and sweat ran down her back. Cutting a sharp turn and ran between its legs, dodging direct contact.

Gods how was she supposed to defend herself with just this???

Unexpectedly, she felt her foot slip on a rock.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK-

In one swift movement, The Beast was upon her, preparing to sink its teeth into her. Grace closed her eyes, regret welling up inside her.

Wishing this didn't happen, that she could have done so much more

THAT SHE DID NOT LEAVE EVERYONE BEHIND-

...the pain never came.

Instead, there was a wet smacking sound and a pained roar.

A thump shook the earth.

Heart racing, her breath came in bursts.

Out

Slowly, she opened her eyes.

Pushing herself up, she found The Beast lying at her feet, tangled in vines. She scrambled to retrieve her knife and put some distance between them.

Out

Breath still came faster than normal, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Grace surveyed her surroundings, taking care not to leave The Beast out of her periphery.

"Where did those vines come from?"

Hearing a crunch, she whirled back to The Beast, its neck now snapped, lying dead on the ground.

She stayed on edge, whoever saved her was still here, and who knew if they didn't decide to end her too. So, taking a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart, she took a slower survey of her surroundings.

Tree

Bush

A small river

Trees

More trees

Golden Eyes

Tre-

Wait.

She spun back around.

There, over the water, hidden in the shadows of the trees, a figure stood. No discernible features were recognizable, except for their Golden Eyes.

As they stared at each other, neither could have predicted that this meeting would result in a romance so full of passion and heartbreak- a connection so deep it would throw everything on its head. A tale to be told for years to come.

But that is for another time.

-The End

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bradsmindbrain · 1 year

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Fluff with Jack in his werewolf form please please please

Fetch

Summary: Jack’s always been like a dog, especially when the moon is full. Ted finds it adorable.

TW: None

Jack’s furry form was curled up in Ted’s arms, giving low, happy whines as Ted stroked his head and down his back as they sat on Ted’s bed. It was one of those nights again, a night of the full moon when Jack needed him. But tonight, unlike most nights, Jack was more interested in staying with him than prowling the Everglades.

Jack nuzzled into his chest, and the fur covering his body would have tickled if he hadn’t been made of plants. Jack was… often terrified of this part of himself, a part he couldn’t control, something sharp and monstrous. But Ted never saw him like that, couldn’t see him like that. He would always be Jack to him, would always be the best thing that ever happened to him since he became… this.

Jack’s claws were entangled with the vines covering his body, but he didn’t try to struggle out of them, Ted knew he didn’t see him as a threat, not like this, not ever. He had initially worried that Jack would have seen him as a threat when he was like this, worried that his touch would have reduced him to a charred husk like it had so many others. But it seemed that somewhere, deep down, Jack’s mind remained, still seeing him as Ted, as a friend.

Without warning, Jack’s ears perked up and he leapt away, barreling out through the opening of the hut. Ted quickly got up, chasing after him. He didn’t know what Jack had sensed to make him do that, a hunter maybe? Possibly a monster? He prepared himself for whatever was outside, and exited.

To his surprise, there was nothing outside, just Jack running in circles and howling. Ted grumbled out a laugh, he had completely forgotten about this! It had been ages since he had last seen Jack do this, let alone in his wolf form. Jack… had the zoomies. This had happened on a handful of occasions, normally when Jack was human, and it had always been amusing then, seeing Jack charge around the hut, a smile on his face. Now, seeing Jack running around on all fours, barking, and tongue hanging out, it made the similarities all the more obvious.

It was cute, seeing Jack running in circles, chasing his own tail so to speak. For as much Jack thought he was a monster, he didn’t really pose much of a threat to anyone who didn’t hurt him, in many ways, he was more like an animal like this. He watched as Jack picked up a large stick, running over to Ted with it and dropping it in front of him. He practically giggled in response, seeing Jack look up at him with big, intent eyes.

He slowly picked the stick up, before throwing it across the strip of land his hut was situated on, and Jack eagerly charged after it. After a moment, Jack had come back, the stick back in his mouth before he once again dropped it at Ted’s feet. Ted picked it up before repeating his previous action, and Jack once again ran after it.

They repeated that for what felt like hours, until Jack sat down and curled up in a ball, closing his eyes. It was obvious Jack had exhausted himself, and Ted’s tendrils shifted to give a soft expression, it was probably good to help him deal with all of that pent-up energy. He gently scooped Jack up, cradling him in his arms as he went inside. He sat down on his bed, making it creak under his weight. Jack nuzzled into his chest, legs kicking in his sleep. He absentmindedly threaded his oversized digits through Jack’s lengthened hair, the lycanthrope giving affectionate puffs as he did so.

It was just him and Jack, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He watched as Jack shifted and curled in and out in his arms, it was soft, cute. Ted loved Jack, all of him, even this part. He placed his head over Jack’s, tendrils wrapping around the smaller man’s shoulders. They sat like that for a while, Jack wrapped in his embrace, him enveloping Jack.

Soon, Jack’s fur began to fall out, disappearing without a trace when it did. His claws retracted, his fangs shrunk, and his now broad form pushed itself back inwards, leaving Jack’s human form asleep in his arms. He gently played with Jack’s hair until the lycanthrope’s eyes opened and he gave that goofy smile Ted had become so fond of over their years together. Jack would never be a monster, not to him.

#werewolf by night #wwbn #wbn #jack russell #ted sallis #man thing #marvel #mcu #russallis #my stuff #prompts

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puppbun · 11 months

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Doing that Assumption this because I this it's fascinating and quite brave of you. I only went back like 9 days/ You post alot but so far I have gather this.

You may be shy or easily flustered. You enjoy waiting for your pleasure, especially if the wait makes it more intense or someone benefits from seeing you struggle. You may like overstim. You seem pretty submissive with a great need to please that some ppl may take for granted. You're people pleaser nature may make it difficult for you to say no. You may either be touch starved or have a love language of physical touch, words of affirmation though this may fight with you love of humiliation and degradation kinks, and quality time. You may be selective with who you welcome into your personal space but enjoy that person was they are there even if you aren't able to verbalize it often. You like puns, prop comedy, and situational funnies ( Idk how to explain this). Physical indicators,smell body temp, etc of attraction are enjoyed by you and I believe are meant to point to not being on a hormonal contraceptive ( though that may be a bit too invasive. and typing it now does feel low key creepy). You probably prefer moderate temps with light breezes and mild frost for which you can wear sweaters but don't have to deal with intense cold. You're open to BDSM and kink positive, even with those that may not resonate with you. You enjoy when ppl are open honest with there kinks if they are comfortable with that. You enjoy ownership and may prefer a caretaker/little or pet dynamic. You may like sense deprivation and may enjoy giving complete control over to your partner, trusting that they will know your limits. You may prefer t4t relationships. You don't mind getting hurt for loved ones. You enjoy liberal affection and would prefer blurred lines between lovers and friends. You may enjoy politics but not for debate but for the way it may explain universal human experiences as you care greatly about social welfare(as if how well humans are doing). You are climate conscious and may enjoy green spaces[not sure what I meant here. maybe you like plants or hiking. idk]. You are an artist. You're a furry and may have interesting views on humanity and what makes someone human. [I best explained this to myself as if you were playing Detroit Becoming Human you would be on the side of the androids. If you've read Sophie's World you probably would have cried at the end when Sophie asks you not to close the book so she can live]. With this vein of thought you would be open to a non human relationship if that person was able to pass the are they a human test. You are a monster fucker/fuckee. You may have struggled with depression, anxiety, and imposter syndrome. Including things like burn out, executive dysfunction, or procrastination. You like music, art and anime. You may even like to sing or at least have a really great appreciation for music, song writing or catchy tunes. You support piracy and recreational drug use whether for you or others if they choose so. You're against censorship. You like pink and fluffy things and white furniture because you want to color/design it. You may learn towards erotic text over images, but you most likely do consume hentai and it's derivatives. You may enjoy exhibition. You really like art and may even enjoy playing games. You may believe in spirituality but not religion as you may come from a highly religious area or family. Overall reads shy at first until comfortable. Very kind as in afraid to impose on others because you may not feel like you are allowed to do that. A good, caring friend that enjoys little knick knacks and understand how ppl view things.

Hope you enjoy my random assumptions about you. I thought this was fun and played detective as if you were a book character. Hope you don't mind or feel offended. I will say though at some point it seemed like I was just making up shit but like I guess that's what assumptions are.

Peace out and have an amazing day.

wahhh- okay so this is a lot-

honestly ive had to reread it a few times becuase i thought I was making stuff up as i was reading it but you are reallyREALLY accurate??? >/////<

Thank you again for the ask! <3

#puppanswers

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The Wretched Existence of an Unloved Child

The collection of short stories that takes place in the universe of my OCs

Part Eight - Monstrous

Naomi stood in a garden that belonged to a dead man. His corpse was still warm, laying in the mansion that sat behind her as she watched the fireflies blink their lights inbetween the leaves of the plants. She didn't regret killing him. He was a politician. Corrupt, as many are. She did regret that he had children, though. Ones she wasn't aware of until after the murder. She probably still would have killed him, just after making sure the children were in a safe place and were going to be taken care of.

A chill filled the summer air as Samael appeared at Naomi's side. "What are you doing?" she asked, "You should be on your way home by now."

"Waiting for you."

"What for?"

Naomi's face was rigid, and anger shone in her eyes. "I'm dissapointed. You didn't tell me he had children here."

"It didn't interfere with the mission. I didn't think you needed to know."

Naomi scoffed, "Or maybe it was a test. You wanted to see if I would lose control. If I would kill them."

"You're not a monster, Naomi."

"I wasn't when I met you. I am now."

Samael went to speak, but paused. Naomi wasn't sure what she was thinking, so she continued to speak.

"You have warped me beyond recognition. You have given me a life, but for payment you have taken my humanity. I am only human in flesh, my mind and my actions are nothing of the sort."

Samael continued to think for what felt like ages to Naomi. She shivered as the cold that followed Samael around seeped into her clothing. It always seemed that Samael pulled all warmth and light to her, greedily keeping it for herself. Keeping it from others. It shone from inside of her, eyes glowing and hair that was as hot as fire to the touch, yet her skin was marble and felt so icy it stung.

Finally, she spoke. "Would you like to be monstrous? Would you like your outside to match the inside?"

"What?" Naomi asked, and once again a shiver ran through her body, though she didn't much feel the cold anymore.

"When I saved your life that day, when I healed your wounds, we made a deal. I had no need for you as a vessel, but you still had potential. In exchange for your life and your career, you would work for me. Well, I think you would do much better work if you didn't have the restraints of a human. Maybe you would feel more comfortable in your skin, as well."

"I don't-" Samael grabbed Naomi's chin before she could finish her sentence, tilting her head up slightly. Samael narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brows in a look of concentration. Naomi suddenly felt much different than before.

"Yes, I think that will do. Being a werewolf suits you well. I could have chosen another creature, but this suits your animalistic nature."

Naomi jerked her face away from her. "Don't speak to me of animalistic nature, Samael. I'm not the one who eats people."

"Not now, you're not. But you might find that your victims look tastier than they did before." And with that, Samael left. Swallowed by the shadows.

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the-void-8-my-soul · 1 year

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The book of Ceruleans trauma by me💕 his author

*stands at podium

"Ok so,,, I have come to the conclusion that I myself am losing track of the cannon of Cerulean soo here's what I'm using for character references.

i.e. major moments in his life.

Created by his gaster to be a tool to both kill/fight the humans and also breath the barrier.

at 12 papyrus is created

He spends the first 17 years of life in the lab.

He is forced to wear a shock collar and is trained by gaster to follow certain commands and respond certain ways to certain stimuli

breaking down after one shot to many of DT and killing his father and everyone in the lab too he escapes

Only papyrus and an intern (undyne) survive his first LV rush.

He has at this point killed 20 ish monsters and gained 7 LV

He raises Papyrus for the next 6 years after getting them both out... then Papyrus runs away (to the queen) and goes no contact. He is 23 at this point

The human falls when he's 27.

The resests start.

The human has done only one pacifist route all the others are either genoside or neutral.

reset number 148 happens.. he breaks. His LV that he already has and the need to make this shit stop makes him resort to well murder. He kills everyone in the underground and the human thinks its funny so they reset about 50 more times where this is the case... Ceruleans LV gets ticked up from 7 to 8 simply because of the residual ability to cause harm.

He stops having the drive to actually stop the human. Thus starts the suicide resets or... Cerulean tries to kill himself every reset just so he doesn't have to deal with the same bullshit. after about 20.. temmie intervenes and sets Cerulean straight. Telling him about the AU's.

They meet Error and Ink. - Error wraps them up in his strings.. unknowingly leaving a few on his soul when Cerulean breaks free.

Ink and Error destroy his world for the sake of the balance (yes there is a balance but it's actually more toward the destruction side so they have no reason to destroy his world.)

Cerulean is stuck in the void for 3 weeks.. no sleep no food. very little interaction _ goes a little stir crazy - meets Cascade

Error takes over his body. It sucks... It's painful and it feels like when gaster injected DT into his soul but worse- because his body is beating the shit out of Cascade (not really lol his stats are really shitty) - Error does not know how to use Ceruleans body.

Dream "saves" Cerulean from Error. -Plants a bit of his magic into his head making him unable to refuse Dream. (fucks with the memories of his AU)

Dreams plot is discovered and he is locked out of Ceruleans brain by Nightmare! Who also fucks with his brain but more so in the hopes of fixing it.

Cross sets off mind control trauma with you guessed it! MIND CONTROL!!! :)))

Nightlight sets off Gaster trauma by digging around in his brain!

Now because of the talk with Nightlight Cerulean is having trouble with identity issues and also he just had his first LV rush in years.. so theres that.

Is Cerulean actually the spare Version of BlueBerry? Will I ever let anyone know? Find out more on the next episode of DRAGON BALL Z!!!!!!!

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Olgami - By 해무리 (8.5/10)

This time the monster isn't the yandere! The vampire in this story is not a yandere in the beginning. He gradually gets attached to a human that pissed him off. He was originally going to punish her, but he decides not to after she becomes more interesting. This webtoon is not fully translated, and it is very long. You'll have to wait a while to see the conclusion if you start reading now.

Chae-ah is a taxi driver. She is a single woman and her life is going nowhere. Her family hates her. She's an ex-convict, and she just got out of jail two years ago. Her abrasive personality can be hard to deal with. She only has her job because her uncle recommended her. He did it out of pity. Her uncle doesn't like or respect her either. She is a loner. Her only friends are members of her church. She's not very sociable, and she's super unlucky.

Chae-ah is the kind of woman that only blushes when she's drunk. She knows how to take care of herself, but she has lived a hard life. Her parents died when she was really little. She moved in with her grandmother and her older sister, Chae-sun. Her grandmother hates her because she lookes like her mother. Chae-sun got all of the love and attention because she looks like their father. It was unfair, and cruel. Her grandmother called her immature, fat and lazy until she decided to move out at a young age. As soon as she left high school she ran away.

Chae-ah's family didn't contact her while she was in prison. Chae-sun comes back after seven quiet years to give her a wedding invitation. I hate Chae-sun. There are multiple murderers in this story, but I hate Chae-sun the most. Evil, spoiled people like Chae-sun exist in real life. I've met people like her, and they're worse than any vampire. She's vile and she disgusts me. Chae-sun gave Chae-ah the invitation to humiliate her.

When Chae-ah arrives at the wedding her grandmother immediately tries to kick her out. Chae-sun acts like she doesn't know her sister. The invitation was a trick. Chae-sun was never going to welcome her criminal sister back into her life. She just wanted to rub her happy marriage in her face. Chae-ah's family members are all expert manipulators, but Chae-sun is the best one. Chae-ah still loves Chae-sun, even though she doesn't deserve an ounce of love. Chae-ah is really soft and sweet under her armor. She went to jail for a crime that wasn't her fault. Her criminal record has trapped her in a life where she has to be tough and fiery.

I ugly laughed when Chae-ah's date showed up. Park Yoonsoo is a member of her church. They met there. He's handsome, kind, and flithy rich. Chae-sun scowls and welcomes her sister after Yoonsoo hands her an expensive wedding gift. A check for ten thousand dollars. Chae-ah isn't totally blind. She knows that Chae-sun set her up, so after her mysterious rich boyfriend drops off his gift she leaves.

Park Yoonsoo isn't her boyfriend. He followed her to the wedding because she knows he is a vampire. She accidentally caught him with one of his victims. He knows she has a criminal record. He planted evidence in her taxi so he could use her as a meal delivery service. She can't go against him, because he has footage of her burying a body that he left in her trunk.

He's a clever bastard. There are no stupid characters in this. There are enemies everywhere. Chae-ah should be dead, but she isn't. She doesn't understand why. In this setting vampires can eat flesh and blood. Yoonsoo is fast. He can use mind control. He can make things and people levitate. He's extremely overpowered, and Chae-ah is a regular woman. Yoonsoo doesn't get bored of her because she's defiant. She stops bringing victims to him. She rebels against him and he likes it. He is a killer, so Chae-ah wants nothing to do with him. She's willing to let him kill her, because she doesn't want to be his murderous assistant.

He kind of...lets her go? He doesn't kill her even though she knows vampires are real. That gets him in trouble, but he doesn't mind. Chae-ah is too interesting to kill. Then there's a weird pause in the story where Chae-ah doesn't see him much. He leaves her alone, because they don't have a relationship anymore. She is no longer his dinner delivery driver, so they break apart.

Then a new villain appears out of nowhere. He's not a vampire. He's not a monster. He's an abusive yandere stalker. Nam Haewon is a sweet man from a good family. He is Chae-ah's evil ex-boyfriend. He started stalking her as soon as she moved out of her grandmothers house. He is delusional. He thinks he really loves Chae-ah. They were dating before, but he was physically abusive. When Chae-ah talked to other men he would slap her and tell her the abuse was her fault.

He is evil.

With a capital E!

He is the reason why she went to jail. She stabbed him after he broke into her house. The law took his side because he was the one that ended up in the hospital. It was unfair. He was an obvious stalker. There were hundreds of candid photos of her in his phone, but the cops didn't even check. They just sent her to jail.

Yoonsoo doesn't like her creepy stalker. He barges back into her life to help her out. Haewon smells extra delicious to him (because he hates him) so he offers to help Chae-ah for free. She says no. She doesn't want Haewon dead. She just wants him to stay away, but Haewon is a serial stalker. He doesn't give up. He's been after Chae-ah for seven straight years. He thinks Yoonsoo and Chae-ah are engaged, but he doesn't care. He eventually tries to blackmail Chae-ah into taking him back, and that doesn't go well. Yoonsoo isn't her only vampire friend. She is well protected.

I can't wait to watch Haewon die later.

(March.23.22)

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aggressive affection, i think

(part two here!)

[ @yourlocalsinnamonroll (hi!) sent me an ask to do more gen z headcanons and i started working on something for her, except it isn’t actually a set of headcanons, but rather a really long...one-shot? but anyway, i thought of actual headcanons that i can share now, so i can return to my ROOTS hopefully this will do in the meantime. ]

i’m not sure if this is something unique to younger people, but i am one hundred percent sure that younger people do it a lot, just going off of the behavior of my friends and i. (i’m gonna tell you now that this isn’t entirely sfw, so minors dni please and thank u)

but i’ve found that it’s pretty common for friends to be, like, aggressively affectionate with one another, for lack of a better phrase. if not aggressively affectionate, then just really flirtatious, often for no reason, and it is still meant entirely in a platonic sense. some examples of this that i have experienced include, but are not limited to:

“i’m gonna eat you,” “do u wanna make out,” “just remember, no matter WHAT happens, i will ALWAYS wanna make out with you,” “i have literally wanted to fuck all of you at some point,” “let’s have sex,” “stfu before i kiss you,” [points to lap] “is this seat taken?” “every day i’m like, ‘wow, [name] is so cool, we should make out,’” and so on and so forth.

so you can imagine the fun i’m about to have.

lucifer

“blindsided,” does not even begin to describe what you’ve done to this man. while his recovery time was quick, he was still so, so confused.

all he said was, “you look nice today,” why did you threaten to kiss him? was that even a threat?

he doesn’t know because you said, “stop before you get kissed on the mouth,” but it doesn’t matter because you failed to consider that he is obsessed with you in dire need of a kiss on the mouth, and you, silly thing that you are, just provided conditions under which he can get one.

that said, have fun trying to explain to this man that you were joking while he’s holding you against him with the most smug look on his dumb little face. if you don’t wanna kiss him, okay, but by the time he feels like letting you go, your face is gonna be scorching and you will have properly learned not to do that again. unless you enjoyed yourself, in which case—

by the way, if you believe in a higher power, you had better pray he doesn’t do this to you because now that you’ve planted the idea in his villainous little brain, he’s just biding his time. so the next time you compliment him innocently, and he says, “be quiet before i kiss you,” like the monster he is, assert your dominance by kissing him first, it’s the only way to maintain your dignity.

mammon

why would you do that to him. he is literally in love with you, you can’t be doing this. he knows he’s an attractive person, but you can’t tell him that, and you especially can’t do it by flirting with him, it’s embarrassingly disarming. especially since he was going to make fun of you once he saw that you were looking at the issue of majolish with him on the cover. he had a plan and everything, and you ruined it. he was gonna say something dumb cool, after which you would be embarrassed , and he would laugh.

but then you looked at him, said, “i’m gonna eat you,” and his entire plan was thwarted. now you have to stand there and watch him struggle to form a sentence while his face gets red. you should take this opportunity to bite him, give him a little nom on the shoulder or something, just to razz him. it’ll be great, i promise.

luckily, he can’t even think about doing this to you without having to lie down, so you should be safe—unless, of course, he catches both you and himself by surprise. so if you get nommed on, you had it coming.

levi

you menace. you absolute villain. you’re laughing.

levi was about to go into a match he was nervous about, and then you said, “it’s okay, no matter what happens, i will always wanna make out with you,” and then he dropped his controller and blacked out, and you’re laughing.

you’re terrible. absolutely awful. acquaint yourself with shame while you blow cool air into his face and shake him awake.

when he does wake up, and he reminds you that he’s the avatar of envy, do nawt be surprised.

try to explain to him that you were kidding and let it slip that you say these types of things to everyone and you’re getting a tail around your waist. no matter how much he might stutter while he makes his point, the fact remains that he’s the only one you’re allowed to say these things to now. you can do it to the others while he’s not around if you feel so inclined, but he’s going to find out eventually, so good luck explaining yourself while he doesn’t keep his tail still when he uses it to hold you in place.

your only saving grace here is that he is physically incapable of doing it to you, but, you know. that probably gets overridden by how possessive he’s gonna get.

satan

you’re deranged. or just really confident. or a fool. it doesn’t matter, you fucked up. he said a normal thing, and then you threw him for a loop.

you were nervous about an exam the next day, he said, “you’re a capable person, you have nothing to be worried about.”

and then you, evidently forgetting that he is not one of your human friends, said, “flattery will get you made out with,” and tried to walk away.

first of all, how was that flattery? he was stating a fact. second of all, who said he didn’t wanna make out with you🤨. he never said that, you are making assumptions about him and his character.

anyway, he has no idea where you think you’re going, but you didn’t make it very far before he caught up to you anyway.

when he repeats what you said back to you in the form of a question, with that deceptively polite look on his face, know that he is being rhetorical. do not bother trying to explain yourself, it’ll be difficult to do so in a convincing manner while he’s backing you up to the nearest wall. do not be surprised when he takes this opportunity to blindside you with praise, directly into your ear, with that fatally smooth voice of his. and do NAWT be surprised when he pulls back and says, “why am i not being made out with?” with a dumb little smile. it brings him a lot of joy to see you squirm.

you don’t even have a saving grace here. this man is ruthless, he’s gonna do this to you literally whenever he wants, and he won’t even let you look away, let alone run away, so find joy in the monster you have created.

asmo

listen. unless you are genuinely empty headed, there is absolutely no way you did this on accident.

he wasn’t even doing anything out of character either, it was the middle of self-care night, he was putting moisturizer on your face for you, and he went, “you’re even cuter up close,” which is a normal, tame thing for him to say.

so unless you just have uncontrollable knee-jerk reactions, no way did you say, “so make out with me then,” to this man, by accident.

you’re lucky he has some knowledge of the fact that you sometimes say things that aren’t smart, so he didn’t just immediately jump on you; however, you are by no means in the Clear.

you blinked and he was nose to nose with you and basically in your lap. now you have to deal with his wandering hands while you try and explain yourself—that is, if you can even overcome how flustered you are, which you probably can’t. luckily, he knows you probably didn’t mean it, but he’s still asmo, so he takes it upon himself to be respectfully heinous like the gentleman he is.

so when he somehow manages to get even closer to you and says, “honey, you should really get a handle on those impulses of yours, unless you plan on following through,” like the bastard he is, know that from that point forward, whatever happens is on you.

here is another man with whom you have no saving grace; now that you’ve given him the idea that he can be more explicit with you,,, well.

beel

you’re a heathen. why would you do something like this. well, you know what, maybe you aren’t that much of a heathen, considering that you did bake cookies for him. that was really sweet of you, so he thanked you and complimented your skill, like a regular person.

so why, exactly, did you say, “i only accept thanks in the form of kisses, preferably with tongue,” ? something is genuinely not right with you.

now you have this man standing there, confused and red in the face. he’s trying to do the math, and nothing is adding up. like, it’s definitely doable, he can definitely do that, but, like, why would you make this request so suddenly?

this is probably the only instance in which you can coherently say, “i was kidding, you don’t actually have to do that,” and it almost doesn’t work.

you absolutely should not have been leaning against the counter because now he’s standing in front of you, and you have nowhere to run.

however, the thing about beel is that he is someone who flusters people without meaning to, so he has no idea of the effect that his, “are you sure?” has on you.

luckily, you’re still mostly coherent because you know that beel isn’t heinous like his brothers, so you manage to tell him that he doesn’t have to kiss you if he doesn’t want to because you were kidding.

you have every right to be surprised when, all of a sudden, you’re sitting on the counter, and he says, “why do you think i don’t want to?”

do you have a saving grace with this man? kind of. he would never say what you said or something similar, but the next time he compliments you and you choose to be normal and say, “thank you,” he’s gonna ask if he should kiss you, so try not to collapse.

belphie

now. he isn’t the Worst Person you could’ve done this with. but by god you are out of your mind.

your first mistake was choosing to lie down next to him, not because you had plans to be a menace, but because he is always a menace and has a thing for reminding you, which he can do more easily when you’re in proximity to him.

so when he said, out of nowhere, “are you ticklish?” you should’ve just rolled away, which wouldn’t have worked, but it would have been less chaotic then saying, “you are legally required to make out with me before you try and find out.”

you said it so casually that he was almost stunned into staying still, but his recovery time was excellent.

the next thing you knew, you were laying underneath a very smug, very menacing man, who seemed entirely too prepared to listen to what you had to say for once.

“legally?”

okay, so, maybe you should’ve chosen your words more carefully, but he was seconds away from tickling you, so you didn’t exactly have time to defend yourself. you can never backtrack with belphie anyway, so it makes sense that you went headlong into your claim, telling him that yes, this is, in fact, the law of the land.

“i was never one to pay attention to the law, but since you’re being so insistent, i guess i don’t really have a choice—”

leave it to him to pretend like you’re a burden as if he isn’t literally head over heels in love with you like everyone else fond of you. bastard.

there is absolutely nothing to save you from this man. he isn’t tactful enough to wait for an opportunity to do this to you, like satan or lucifer, so expect to be Just Sitting There when he tells you that you’re required to make out with him right this instant—it’s the law.

#obey me!#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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The Widow and the Wolf - Chapter 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x dark!exWidow!reader

Summary: After Natasha Romanoff took down the Red Room, the former Widows scattered to the wind. Raised to be a killing machine and released into the world with nothing and no one, you decided to use your newfound autonomy to take down the bad guys of your choosing. But now Natasha is riddled with guilt for leaving you on your own. She wants to recruit you, rehabilitate you, make you part of a team again. But the rest of the squad has reservations, and no one is more against you than Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Graphic violence; Mentions of domestic violence, rape, pedophilia, human trafficking, child sex trafficking; eventual Dubcon (not Bucky); eventual smut; slow(ish) burn enemies-to-lovers. [More warnings will be added as necessary but these are the Big Bads.] 18+ only, no minors.

If you prefer to read on AO3, you can do so here.

Chapter Three

If you had a home, it would be Bucharest, even though you despise the place. It was the first place you went when you got free, because you know he’s here somewhere, conducting his evil machinations from the shadows, shielded by layer after layer of vile men across the globe doing his dirty work. There are plenty of men out there deserving of your particular brand of justice, but no one more so than the Viper. Sometimes you think that, if you can just find him and take him out, you might be able to move on—try to make a normal life for yourself, whatever that looks like. You don’t allow yourself to think about what will happen if you finally achieve your life’s goal and it’s still not enough for you.

You remember everything about the day you learned of the Viper’s existence. You were just 7 years old, one of many little girls packed into a shipping container. You had no idea how long you’d been in there or how long you would be in there. It smelled rancid, and there was never a moment of quiet. Most of the girls were screaming or crying, but a few (like you) were silent, just observing. You don’t know who sold you from your orphanage and shipped you off to Dreykov and you never will. What you do know is that you had no family to miss and no one to miss you, so you didn’t understand what the others were so upset about. From the very beginning, you adjusted to life as a Widow almost effortlessly, which is its own form of tragedy.

Others, though, they were stolen away from people who loved them. This seemed a foreign concept to you when you heard about it from the tiny, sobbing girl huddled next to you in the shipping container—the girl who told you about the Viper, the girl who would become your first and only friend until Dreykov took control of all of your minds. Once you were given the serum, your memories were locked up inside your own heads—none of you could have talked about your past lives even if you’d wanted to. Your words were not your own. You didn’t know what was real and what was planted there. Sometimes you still don’t, and nothing terrifies you more than that.

You have no idea how many little girls the Viper funneled to Dreykov over the years, but it was probably a decent amount. His real bread and butter had always been sex trafficking, and he’s still doing it—on an even larger scale if your intel is correct (which, of course, it is). But he won’t be operating for much longer, not now that you’re so close you can almost taste the venom. You were barely 8 years old when you decided you would kill him, and now you have your chance. You are so close, closer than you’ve ever been, but he keeps slithering out of your grasp. And so you’re in Bucharest, again, looking for answers, again. But you have other business, too—almost as important, if not more so.

You head to the safehouse on the outskirts of the city. The building doesn’t look like much on the outside, but you’ve made sure the inside is comfortable enough for the women and children who live there. The matron greets you at the door and you hand her this month’s envelope, which contains enough cash to feed everyone for the next two months, keep the lights and the water on, and some extra to fix the plumbing issues that have been plaguing the building since you bought it.

The building can house about 40 people comfortably—it’s not nearly enough, and you’re determined to create as many safe spaces as you can, but it’ll do for now. For now, you have to select your charges according to a very strict criteria: they are all women and children (and the children of women) who have been bought and sold by the Viper. Some of them escaped on their own; some of them had assistance from you and the very few people you trust in the city. But all of them have suffered, and all of them have information that you need. Individually, it’s not much, but the more women you talk to, the more pieces of the puzzle you have to work with.

Besides for the cash drop, today you’re here to see the newest resident: Irina, a 19-year-old beauty your Bucharest contacts had managed to snatch from one of the sex clubs. Irina was delivered to the Viper at 12, and her life since then has been an endless nightmare that you can’t think about for too long without feeling physically ill. She’s sitting by the window in the living room, cupping a steaming mug of tea, when you approach her. You walk towards her slowly, and when Irina looks over at you, there is recognition in her eyes even though you’ve never met.

“You’re the Widow,” she says.

“Not anymore,” you reply. “But if that’s what you’d like to call me, go ahead. May I sit?” She gestures to the seat opposite her and you settle in for a chat. “I’d like to ask you some questions, Irina. Is that ok?”

“The others told me you’d be coming.” She speaks softly, her voice hoarse from screaming or crying or both. “I know what you’re trying to do. You’ll never catch him, you know.”

“I disagree,” you say, “but I need more information.”

“Alright,” she agrees, “if you think it will help,” and you begin the gentlest of interrogations.

Irina tells you that for the first several years after she was taken, she hadn’t heard anyone mention the Viper. She thinks that a lot of the girls probably knew about him or came directly from him, but no one would talk about it because it was too dangerous or traumatizing (or both). Things were different at her last club, though. When you ask her how many of the girls at Delirium knew about him, she tells you that several of them had passed through him somewhere along their journey. One of them—one far too young to be working there—even admitted that she’d been with him only two months earlier.

Finally, after all this time, you’ve got a clear line from point A to point B. You feel it in your bones that Delirium holds the answers, that if you can just get in and poke around a bit, you’ll be able to find him. You take Irina’s hands in yours and thank her for her help, and then you hear it: heavy footsteps coming down the hall. No woman or child in the building weighs enough to make a sound like that, and no men are allowed on the premises. You know who it is before you see him.

*****

Bucky watches you enter the building from his position on the roof across the street. His contact had told him that there were whispers of a Widow safehouse at this address, though no one would dare set foot within 10 blocks of the place to find out. Bucky doesn’t believe the rumor, though. He knows you work alone, that you pride yourself on it. He assumes this is just one of many places where your targets meet their ends, and he knows enough about Bucharest to know that there are a lot of men in this city who fit your modus operandi.

Still, something is off. It’s not an empty building. There have been women and children coming and going all morning, and nearly all the apartments seem occupied. Why would you choose to do your dirty work in a place with so much activity, with so many innocents around? That seems not only impractical but beneath even you. He’s lost in these thoughts, checking each window with his binoculars, when he settles on a beautiful young girl staring out the window, looking desperately sad. She turns to look at someone he can’t see, and then he sees you emerge from the shadows and take a seat opposite her.

There’s a softness to your face—a gentle kindness—that knocks the wind out of him. Bucky can’t take his eyes off of you, analyzing your body language and facial expressions to try to figure out what the hell is going on. This is the last thing he expected to see, and he tells himself that this woman must be hiring you for a job—except the woman is nothing but a broken child and doesn’t look like someone who would be taking out a hit on somebody (and certainly not someone who could pay for one).

It’s unnerving, watching you this way, and Bucky is no longer sure that what he’s doing is right. There’s something about your interaction with this girl that makes him feel like a voyeur, witnessing an intimate moment that he should not be seeing but that fascinates him nonetheless. Still, he’s here, you’re his mission—albeit one he took upon himself—and he needs to finish it. By this time, Natasha and Steve are almost certainly on their way, and Bucky needs to get to you before they show up. He went rogue and committed to this plan; now he just has to execute it. He’ll deal with the consequences later.

Bucky makes his way across the street and around the back, where children’s toys litter the small yard of weeds and dirt. When he gets to the back door, he notices that it isn’t the usual ancient rusted lock that one finds on the old buildings in this neighborhood; it’s brand new tech. There’s a pretty decent security camera setup around the building, too.

What the hell is this place?

Bucky has two choices: he can rip the door off the hinges, or he can scale the building and climb in the open window on the top floor. You’re going to be homicidally pissed either way, so he might as well not destroy any property—you may be a monster, but the other tenants here look like civilians, and he doesn’t want to sacrifice their security in his quest to bring you in.

Bucky makes it into the building and weaves his way through the hallways. Along the way, he runs into a few women, and each one of them freezes when they see him. They are shocked and deathly afraid—a look he knows far too well—and they scurry back to their apartments and lock the doors. With his hair cut short, baseball cap pulled down, and leather jacket and glove hiding his prosthetic, it doesn’t seem possible that all of these women would immediately recognize him as the Winter Soldier. That’s what it feels like to him, though, and it’s a gut-punch sensation he does not like at all.

When he gets to the sitting room, the girl you are with has the same look of terror, and for a moment, so do you. But you snap back to yourself quickly—having gone from soft to terrified to hostile within a span of about 15 seconds. Before he can react, you stomp towards him, grab him by the jacket, and hiss, “Not here.”

Bucky hears you speak to the girl in Romanian, “Don’t be afraid, Irina. He’s a friend,” although he knows you think him anything but.

The second you get him into the hallway, you’ve got your knife to his throat. Even with your cold blade nicking his skin, Bucky fights the impulse to disarm you. He doesn’t want to fight you. He knows that he’s intruded on something here, though he doesn’t know what, and he actually feels guilty. He could break you in half if he wanted to, but he lets you pin him to the wall—lets you feel like you’re in control.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you growl.

“You know why I’m here,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t know—not really, not anymore. “What is this place?”

“It’s somewhere safe,” you say, “or it was until you showed up. No boys allowed, Soldat. Time to go.”

You catch him off guard when you flip him around and throw him through the nearest door, and before he can regain his balance, you kick him straight through the window and into the yard two storeys below. The fall is nothing to Bucky, and he knows that you know that, but it certainly made a statement. He looks up at the broken window he’d just crashed through and sees you peering out with a satisfied smile on your face.

Bucky calls up to you, “I just want to talk.”

“Bullshit,” you snap.

“I mean it,” he says, and he actually does. “You can pick the place.”

He watches as you consider his offer, weighing your options—you obviously don’t trust him, but it’s clear that the sanctity of this location is important to you. Now that he’s violated it, you can’t just let him wander off. You agree to meet with him that evening—in public, at a club in Old Town.

“Come alone, Soldat,” you call down to him, “and if you tell anyone about this place, I’ll throw you out a higher window.”

Bucky tries to hide his tiny smile but he knows you see it, just like he sees the little quirk of your lip just before you disappear. He hoists himself off the ground and brushes himself off. When he turns to leave, he sees a little girl holding hands with her mother. He has no idea how long they’ve been standing there, but the girl is pointing and giggling at him.

The little girl asks, “What happened to him, mama?”

“The Widow’s bite,” she replies.

*****

“He’s not going to hurt her, Natasha,” Steve says as he prepares the Quinjet for landing.

“She might not give him a choice,” she replies, strapping herself in. “What the hell was he thinking coming here alone?”

“I don’t know,” Steve says. “There’s something about this girl that’s really gotten under his skin.”

Natasha looks at Steve, asking the question with her eyes she wouldn’t dare say aloud, and he picks up what she’s putting out.

“He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore. All of that programming… it’s gone. You know that. He’s just Bucky now.”

Natasha nods in agreement, but a part of her still has questions—not whether the deprogramming worked, she knows that it did, and she trusts Bucky with her life. No, Natasha’s concern is what is going on inside Bucky’s head. He was doing well, he was adjusting, he was finally ok, but the existence of you seems to have triggered something in him that the words never had. The words made him cold and empty and ready to comply, but you—you make him think, and Natasha knows how dangerous it can be to dwell too much on things you’ve left in the past.

When Steve and Natasha arrive at Bucky’s old apartment, it’s empty, but there are small signs of life—the indent of a head on the pillow on the floor in the corner, an apple core just starting to brown. He’s been there, and recently. Natasha and Steve don’t know who he would still have contact with in Bucharest, so they are left with nothing to go on. Bucky knows how to cover his tracks, and he left them just enough crumbs to get them to Bucharest but not enough that they could find him when they got there.

“He wants us to trust him,” Steve says, “to wait for him to bring her back here.”

“I can’t just sit around waiting for something to happen, Steve. I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“So what do you suggest we do?” Steve asks.

Natasha sighs and looks out the window. “I have no idea,” she replies, and that’s when she sees it: a piece of graffiti spraypainted on the wall of a building down the street—a coiled snake ready to strike.

The memory hits Natasha like a freight train. She knows that symbol. She knows what it means. She knows exactly who you’re looking for and it seems absurd to her now that she hadn’t thought of it before.

“Let me make a call,” she says. “I think I know why she’s here.”

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #dark!reader #dark!fic #the widow and the wolf

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 3 years

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/rp

tw: physical and mental abuse, torture, drowning, broken bones, body image issues, horror, manipulation, kidnapping, implied gaslighting and stalking, referenced human experimentation, disassociation, obsession, and possessive behaviour

The only illumination in the forest was the silver of the full moon, it’s light streaming gently through the autumn leaves. The only sound was the quiet rustling of leaves in the breeze, the soft footsteps of passing animals. It was… peaceful. Serene. One might not expect it to be one of TommyInnit's favourite places, but it was far away enough from the rest of the server that he felt safe, quiet enough that he’d be able to hear any intruders.

He’d barely been able to sleep lately, ever since he'd heard those sirens, barely been able to leave his house. But it’s not a Big Man thing to hide in the house, trembling in fear like a fucking pussy. He’s not sure what in his sleep deprived mind possessed him to try and get over it by spending the night in a surely monster-infested at this time of night forest, but fuck it. He was always right, anyway, there was a reason people called him Tommy Trusty, or more accurately why he and only he called himself Tommy Trusty.

(No, it had nothing to to do with the fact he was going half mad back in the embassy, losing everything and finding it just when he was about to give up, always hearing noises in the walls Tubbo and Ranboo insisted were just the pipeworks, occasionally seeings the flash of a figure in the corner of his eyes. He’d torn the entire hill apart and found no evidence of anything, but as soon as he rebuilt it started up again.)

He just about jumped out of his skin hearing the pinging of his communicator. His laughter when he realised it was just the communicator definitely wasn’t forced, though, he definitely wasn’t shaking when he opened it up, because he wasn’t a fucking bitch baby. Probably just Tubbo or Ranboo being too damn clingy, or Wilbur asking why the fuck he’s a grandfather or something, right?

His eyes widened when he read the message on his screen. The communicator fell to the floor as Tommy scrambled desperately into the trees, words still repeating in his head over and over.

Dream: Run :)

——

It could have been minutes or hours of blind running through the trees in sheer panic before he dared to take a seconds break, doubling over against a tall oak, panting. He wasn’t even sure if he’d gotten anywhere, or just ran in circles, and he wasn’t even sure if it mattered. It was Dream, he did this shit for a living. Tommy was a dead man walking. Was it even worth it running to just prolong it, instead of just sitting still and waiting to die?

A strange sound came from his mouth, a warbling combination of crying and laughter. It forced it's way from his chest, loud and painful and making him break into fits of coughing, barely holding onto the bark to keep himself upright. Prime, was he already going insane? The sun hadn’t even rose yet, and he was already barely standing on shakey legs, laughing and crying into the void.

The void laughed back.

Tommy barely had a second to react before he felt the harsh bite of the axe into his shoulder, and was pinned to the tree like a butterfly to a board, forced to stare face to face with his hunter.

Dream's mask was askew, his eyes manic (no, he realised, his eye, a sickening feeling grasping his stomach as it dawned on him one had been ripped out, leaving an empty, scarred socket). His mouth was twisted into a grin, half as manic as his eyes but half eerily familiar, reminding him of the look on Wilbur's face when they’d first met again after the two of them had moved to the SMP.

After too-long and not-long-enough, Dream yanked back the axe, causing Tommy to crumple to the floor as a new wave of pain emanated through his body. He struggled for breath, not even enough energy to scream, and barely even notice the hand ruffling through his hair brotherly.

Claws grasped tightly around his hair after a moment, yanking him back up onto his feet. He barely avoided falling back onto his knees after Dream let go, as he shakily ran as fast as he could, deeper into the forest, ignoring the eyes bored in on his every move, the wheezing laughed echoing off the trees, the sinking feeling that this too was just another part of the game.

——

Tommy took shakey breaths, curling in on himself and trying to be as quiet as possible, small as possible. He instinctively raised his hand to his shoulder for what must have been for the thousandth time. It’s still surprising when he doesn’t feel it slick with blood, just cold like marble, like a corpse.

(He really was just a dead body forced to keep walking around, wasn’t he? He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror anymore, and the confirmation it wasn’t just skin deep felt almost as sickening as the agonising pain going from his shoulder all the way down to his fingers as they lay limp and unresponsive.)

“Come 'ere, Tommy!” Dream said to himself with a clear smile in his voice. God, Tommy sweared he hadn’t shut up since he’d first found him, and he still jumped whenever he heard it. He’d collapsed into the bushes the second he’d had a moment of silence, but that couldn’t just fucking last, could it? “I know you’re here, Tommy. Come on, stop hiding,” he said, voice filled with the same condescension one would have talking to a child or a frightened animal. “I don’t want to have to burn down the forest, but I will if I have to.”

Tommy's eyes darted, frightened, through the greenery. He’d had the luck to manage to collapse away from the thorny berry bushes that surrounded him, but he’d have to crawl through them to escape. He couldn’t find it within himself to care, anyway. He was already aching everywhere, and he’d caught one of his trouser legs on a branch, ripping it awfully and letting his leg get stung over and over by nettles until it was red and inflamed. It was already his bad leg, the one that always hung a bit limp after he broke it in the Final Control Room, but mixed with what must have been hours of running from the muted sunset colours painting the plants around him and a few rough trips he wasn’t sure he could even walk anymore.

Still, he couldn’t just sit and wait to burn to death, so when he heard the sound of a spark he desperately crawled through the brambles, clawing through with one good arm and leg, scrambling as fast as he could to try and somehow get a lead. He heard Dream's fucking obnoxious tea-kettle laugh, and grit his teeth as he heard the sound of claws against dirt grow closer.

Tommy tried his best to keep quiet as the thorns dug into his skin, as he had to use his remaining working hand to pull them out as they embedded themselves in his skin. Something other than the gnawing terror grew in his chest, something warm, as he slowly, far too painfully slowly, clawed his way closer and closer to the clear ground, felt the ground turn muddier and more and more of a slog to drag himself through. He could hear the flowing water of a river up ahead, and ridiculously his first thought is relief he can finally get off the dirt and grime uncomfortably coating every inch of him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the first in who knows how long, as he finally, finally, managed to crawl out of the foliage, clawing his hand onto the clearing. He felt a sense of relief, of finally being free from the awful feeling of the thorns tearing through his clothes and sinking into his flesh. He wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was hope, but it was the closest he could ever remember to it.

Whatever it was, Tommy quickly felt it die as something heavy came down on his hand, the feeling of his bones being crushed underneath him sending a new wave of nausea through his body, leaving him gagging, not enough in him to even be sick.

Dream pulled him into the air by the scruff of his neck, and Tommy didn’t even have the energy to fight back anymore. He just let himself hang limply from Dream's grip, eyes focused on nothing in particular as his hunter laughed and laughed and laughed hysterically.

“Oh, Prime- Tommy, you should have seen the look on your face!” Dream said in between breaths, wiping an inky black tear from his eyes. “That’s the best part of the hunt, y’know? Watching your enemies hope leave their eyes once they’re reminded who they’re dealing with. Once they know who really holds the power- well, there wasn’t really any question here, but you’re so stubborn, anyway. And all I had to do was strike a match.”

Dream forced Tommy to look at the plants behind him, completely healthy and unburnt. “I didn’t even have to set anything alight, I just had to make you think I did. It’s so easy! You never think ahead, do you, Tommy? When the fear gets to you, there’s nothing different from you and a wild animal. And wild animals can be tamed.”

“Fu-fuck off,” Tommy forced through gagging. “I’m not like- like a fucking wolf, I'm not a pet. I'd rather die.”

Tommy was pretty sure Dream was rolling his eye. “Well, if I have to do both, there’s nothing stopping me. No one knows where we are. I’ve not seen anyone else even come here but you. Even if they go looking for you, they’ll never find us, Tommy. We've got an eternity.”

“Even if? Shut up, prick. I know they’re looking for me. Tubbo's looking for me. Ranboo's looking for me. Wil- Wilbur, he has to be looking for me.” Tommy insisted.

Dream’s face softened into the false concern that pissed off Tommy more than anything. “Wilbur? Why would Wilbur be looking for you? He left you behind with just a forgetful ghost, remember? And Tubbo? Tubbo exiled you once before, what makes you think he’s gonna care now you’re gone again? Did he even try to free you when you were stuck in the prison? Did Ranboo?”

“I-“ Thinking of it, Tommy wasn’t sure if they had. They’d just got married, adopted a kid, and tried to forget about him. He wasn’t going to fucking listen to Dream, though, so he growled, half feral. “Shut up. Just kill me and get it over with, dickhead.”

Dream burst into the wheezing laughter again. “I’m not going to kill you, Tommy. Not here, not now. That’d be far too boring. I'm going to keep going up until you can’t, anymore, and then I'll take you home- to our home, I built it specifically with you in mind, and then maybe we'll get started on the experiments.”

That brought back old memories that Tommy had hoped were gone, tubes and agonising injections and scalpels and being cut open alive again and again. “I’m not being a fucking labrat again.” Tommy said, swallowing and trying to hide the shakiness of his voice.

“You don’t have a choice,” Dream said, sounding far too cheerful about that fact. He carelessly dropped Tommy back to the ground, onto his knees. He ran a hand through Tommy's hair like he was stroking a fucking dog, and Tommy hated how he automatically leant into it, some animalistic, raw sound bubbling from his throat as Dream continued. “Don’t worry, Tommy, I'll take care of you. It’s not like I’m going to lock you in a cage and ignore you or anything. You’re far too fun for that.”

Tommy looked at the ground, trying to hide the fact he could feel his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. How much had he told Dream about everything, during exi- during Logsted- during the “E” times? He yelped as Dream roughly forced his chin up with his claws, digging in harsher than the thorns. Tommy did his very best to avoid looking him in the eyes as he felt his gaze.

“Tommy. Look at me.”

“No,” he said without thinking. By the time he realised what he said, before he could even open his mouth he was being dragged by his hair. The pain was almost as bad as his hand, as he was unable to even try and take the weight onto anything but the chunkful of hair Dream had a vice grip on. Tommy bit his tongue, trying his best not to scream.

He didn’t even realise what was going on until his head was shoved under the freezing water. He took a lungful of water in with a breath, desperately flailing with what strength he had left with what limbs he could move. The cold stung at his eyes, his skin, feeling like a thousand needles stuck through every nerve on his head, and he couldn’t stop himself from hyperventilating, taking in more and more water until suddenly he just felt too tired to move, too calm to care, and his head was suddenly yanked back out into the air.

He coughed up water, taking in a few breaths, and before he could fully comprehend what was going on he was under the water again, burning his lungs and making him want to peel his skin off. He wasn’t sure how many of the horrible, repetitive cycles he went through of the drowning, under until he felt like he was going to drown, then up for a few precious breaths only to be forced back into the water again. The worst part was that he couldn’t help thinking, well, this is better than the salt water, better than the exile.

Finally, after what feels like hours he's pulled back onto the bank, curling up in on himself and gagging up mouthfuls of water. He closed his eyes and saw Log- saw the beach, opened them and saw the forest, until they started to blur together, mud and tents and fresh and salt water mixing into one.

He painfully forced himself up on one elbow after finally he didn’t feel like he was going to vomit up any more water, and he heard Dream hum. “So you can still crawl, hmm? I‘ll give you a ten minutes head start, and you better have moved by the times up.”

“But-“

“I told you, this ends when you can’t keep going anymore. Not when you won’t.” Tommy flinched away from the sternness of the voice, expecting another blow. “Maybe I'd have given you some pity, if you hadn’t defied me. Unless you liked it under the river, I’d suggest you obey.”

Tommy didn’t need to be told twice.

——

Tommy had barely managed to crawl from the river, behind a boulder, when he collapsed completely.

He couldn’t move anymore, could barely blink. It was still sunrise, the last of the stars having disappeared. The colours were pretty.

Prime, he was tired.

He felt back like when he was little, and Philza had just taken Tubbo in, and he’d stayed up all night comforting him after he’d had a nightmare, and he was so tired he’d started seeing shit, yet feeling like he couldn’t sleep yet, he needed to stay awake.

He’d never see Tubbo again. He thought he’d feel sad about that, but he just felt resigned. Sadness required energy he didn’t have.

All he could really focus on was the feeling of the breeze against his skin, the heavy feeling against his chest as he focused on breathing, in, out, in, out, the burning in his throat and his shoulder and his hand. They felt like the only things real anymore, everything else a dull snapshot that felt so distant, so far away.

He knew he should panic when he heard the sound of claws tapping on the ground, words that blurred into one big mess, but he couldn’t. He just felt tired, frozen.

He’d heard, once, that when deers stand in the headlights of an upcoming car they freeze instead of running or fighting. Tommy thought that was stupid back then. Now, dimly, it made sense. Staying still was just so much easier, and sometimes all you could do was conserve your energy.

He wanted to just close his eyes, to sleep, but something at the back of his mind screamed at him that Dream wouldn’t like it.

He feels a hand ruffle through his hair before he sees him, and for a second he thinks of Wilbur, back when Tommy was very little. He used to have nightmares back then, and he’d cry all night and wake up Wilbur and Wilbur would tell him made up stories about grand nations and heroes with cocky grins and electric blue eyes with cool brothers that wrote songs and loved the ocean.

Wilbur wasn’t here, though. It was just Tommy and Dream. Just Tommy and Dream now and forever.

“‘M tired,” he whined, leaning into Dream's touch automatically. Dream laughed.

“You must be. C'mon, let’s go home.”

Tommy didn't resist as Dream picked him up effortlessly, slung over his shoulder like a hunters prize catch. It hurt his shoulder, and he bit his tongue, vaguely remembering he didn't like showing weakness. He felt like more of a placeholder in Tommy's shell, like Tommy had fallen asleep awake and he was the replacement.

He tried to focus on Dream. Focus on something but the static of tiredness clouding his head. Being like that felt dangerous, like something he wasn’t allowed to do. But Dream was there, physically there, and Tommy focused on the feeling of his bony shoulder, the sharp claws gently holding him steady, the feeling of hair brushing against the tattered remains of his hoodie.

“Y'know,” Dream said, more to himself than to Tommy, “I've got materials for some regen potions back home. With them, your hand could be able to heal in a few weeks, and then we can do this all over again. That'd be nice.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no.”

“'T wouldn’t be fun. I don’t wanna do this ever again.”

Dream laughed to himself slightly. “I wasn’t asking. Not everything is about you, Tommy. Now, go to sleep. I want you aware when I show you our new home.”

“'Mkay.”

Dream laughed again. “You'll really do anything I say like this, won't you?”

Tommy shook his head, ignoring how dizzy it made him. “Nah, 'm just… tired.” he said, finishing with a yawn, making Dream laugh again. That was good, he thought. It was just him and Dream, right? They just had each other, now, they should try and help each other.

Tommy knew he should have been frightened, he should have been fucking terrified, but all he could think of drifting off to sleep was that he just hoped tomorrow would be less exhausting.

#my writing #dsmp writing #dream smp writing #primeboys (derogatory)#tw abuse #tw torture #tw Drowning #tw body image issues #tw broken bones #tw horror #tw manipulation #tw kidnapping #tw implied gaslighting #tw implied stalking #Tw human experimentation mention #Tw disassociation #tw obsession #tw possessive behavioir

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ibijau · 3 years

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Counterfeit AU pt6 / On AO3

Meng Yao makes himself useful after losing his job, and discovers something unexpected

Names are funny things, Meng Yao thinks as he stares at the sheet of paper in his hand.

Funny things indeed.

After everything that went down in the Hanshi, it's Beastie that saves Meng Yao from himself.

Left to his own devices, he would have either wallowed in misery, or waste time proving to himself that everything that happened wasn't his fault, the way he knows he's done in other lives. But when he comes home after having his past lives thrown into his face and losing a job he loves, Beastie’s mother corners him just as he puts his key into his lock. Her daughter is on school holiday, she explains, and was supposed to be looked after by a friend with children of a similar age. But one of the children came down with something contagious, so the whole plan fell through, and the poor woman now desperately needs help finding someone to look after her daughter.

She’s not asking for Meng Yao to play the babysitter, but he knows so many people, he has so many connections, maybe he could pull a favour somewhere, help her out again.

“I can take care of her for a few days,” Meng Yao offers without thinking. “I’m jobless as of today.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry! What happened?”

“My employer died,” Meng Yao replies, which is close enough to the truth. He doesn’t think Nie Huaisang will continue using his Shanzi alias after this, and they’ll never meet again. He might as well be dead. “I don’t plan on looking for a new job right away, so I can babysit for a while, it’s no big deal.”

She tries to insist that he doesn’t need to be doing that, but quickly agrees after some reassurance that Meng Yao doesn’t mind. She looks so relieved she could cry as she says she’ll drop Beastie in the morning. Meng Yao smiles, certain that his mother would be proud of him for doing what’s right.

Having Beastie around is definitely the best choice he could have made. She’s a good kid, but she’s also high energy and needs to be entertained, which means he doesn’t get to think too much about how much he misses Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen.

They watch movies together, as they’ve always done when he picked her up after school. They go for walks to a nearby park, and once to a museum to look at old armours and swords. He buys Beastie a fake sword, though they agree to keep it at his place, since her mother already despairs that she so strongly favours boy’s toys. In fact, Meng Yao ends up just spoiling that little girl, the way he would have loved someone to do for him when he was her age. He even has Nie Huaisang’s console repaired so she can play on it, instead of selling it as he’d intended.

The video games are a big hit with her. She’s particularly in love with the same game Nie Huaisang spent too many hours on, that weird little terraforming thing which Meng Yao can’t see the appeal of. He liked that it made Nie Huaisang happy. He likes that it also makes Beastie happy, and that she’s very careful not to ruin the work previously put into it, focused instead on maintaining it and planting flowers

“It looks like home,” she explains when Meng Yao asks about that, and lifts the console for him to see.

It doesn’t look like a homely place, he thinks, and more like a military fortress right out of a wuxia drama. But Meng Yao doesn’t get to make that remark, because his phone vibrates, demanding his attention. Beastie, sitting crossed legs on some cushion on the floor, goes back to watering virtual flowers, while Meng Yao checks some news from his bank account. A lump sum has been sent to him, a good deal more than his usual salary, coming from an account registered under a name he doesn’t recognise.

It has been a week since he was fired.

Nie Huaisang kept his promise.

It really is over.

Not that Meng Yao really doubted it. Nie Huaisang has many faults but indecision has never been one, though he’s always been good at pretending otherwise. Once his choice is made he toys with expectations but rarely ever changes his mind.

Rarely, of course, isn’t never. Meng Yao, foolishly, hoped to be one of those few exceptions.

Those new zeroes on his bank account feel like a divorce, and he never even got a honeymoon.

That night, Meng Yao allows himself a few hours to wallow in misery, after Beastie went back to her mother. He is only human, and it does feel good to eat take-away in front of a cheesy romance. The film's hero doesn't get the girl, who was dead all along. Meng Yao cries, even though he's seen that movie before.

By morning, he's in control again, and takes Beastie to the park so she can run around in the sun, and scare pigeons with her sword.

Those holidays are all great fun, until Beastie’s mother reminds them that she has homework to do.

Beastie is a clever kid, there’s no doubt about it, but she doesn’t much like doing her homework, least of all when she feels she could be playing. It takes all of Meng Yao’s negotiation skills to get her to even look at her school books, and he almost resorts to bribery to make her pick up a pencil. But she works hard once she starts, and Meng Yao, wanting to encourage her, sits with her at the kitchen table to update his resume. Beastie will go back to class soon, and inactivity just isn’t in his temper.

When Beastie is done with her work, she gets permission to put on whatever movie she likes while Meng Yao checks what she’s done in case it needs correcting.

But when he picks up the sheet of simple maths she’s expected to give her teacher on monday, all Meng Yao sees is her name.

It’s really funny. He knows her name of course, though he hasn’t heard it in a while. Even her mother took up to calling her Beastie after he nicknamed her that. It just fits her so well, that active little girl who prefers trousers over dresses because they're easier to move in and always wants to play at fighting. She’s a real little monster, and Meng Yao loves her like that. She’s just Beastie.

But according to the homework she’s spent the afternoon on, she’s also Nie Mingjue.

It could just be a coincidence. Names are funny like that, they pop up in unexpected places, they get forgotten and reused. Perhaps in another life, Meng Yao would have just dismissed it as a random incident.

In another life, he wouldn’t have been called Meng Yao.

It’s the first time this happens since that first life they all shared. He’s Meng Yao again, Lan Xichen bears his old name too, and now he’s found a Nie Mingjue, hiding right under his nose. A Nie Mingjue who likes fighting, and claims that her toy sword is actually a sabre, and who always insists a lot on things being fair, even when Meng Yao tries to give her the biggest share of a food she likes.

It can’t be a coincidence.

Meng Yao needs to tell someone.

He needs to tell Nie Huaisang.

He tries, of course, and without surprise his former employer’s number has been terminated. He has the same luck trying to send an email. Nie Huaisang might as well never have existed. Meng Yao feels helpless, torn between tears and laughter. After spending centuries looking for his brother, Nie Huaisang just might have lost his chance due to being so damn dramatic. Serves him right, Meng Yao thinks, still bitter about being discarded so easily, and never getting a chance to see if things might work better in this life.

Bitterness doesn’t last. Meng Yao cares about Nie Huaisang, more than he should if he were a little smarter, and he knows how important finding his brother again would be for him. And if Nie Huaisang can’t be directly contacted, there’s always indirect ways.

It’s not that Meng Yao misses Lan Xichen, he tells himself that night, when Beastie is back with his mother and he starts writing a long text message on his phone. Well, it’s not just that, anyway. He does miss Lan Xichen, sweet and funny and so eager when talking about art. But more importantly, Lan Xichen probably has access to Lan Wangji, who clearly must know how to contact Nie Huaisang.

Texting Lan Xichen is a strategic choice.

The way Meng Yao's heart jumps inside his chest when Lan Xichen immediately replies is… it's strategic too. He's just glad that his plan is working.

How have you been? :)

I could have been worse. I've just realised something and I think it concerns you. I've told you about that kid I babysit, haven't I?

Little Beastie? Is she okay? D:

She's Nie Mingjue.

This time, the answer isn't immediate. Meng Yao stares nervously at his phone, wondering if Lan Xichen thinks he's lying, or planning something. Considering their first life, who could blame him?

But after a few minutes, his phone vibrates again.

Sorry, I dropped my phone and couldn't get it back from under the couch. Are you sure?? (⊙ˍ⊙)

It all fits. You could come meet her if you want. But it's him, I'm sure.

Did you tell Nie Huaisang???

I can't contact him. Are you in touch with Lan Wangji? Maybe he can warn him.

I have his number, I just texted him! I'll keep you updated! It's so wonderful if it's da-ge!! Can I really meet him? ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Her*?

I'll send you my address. If you can come tomorrow, she'll be there.

Are you sure? I don't think da-ge would still want me around. (≧﹏ ≦)

Meng Yao gives that question the consideration it deserves. It's not an unfair worry to have, and he'd be wondering the same if he hadn't known Beastie for so long.

I literally killed him, and he killed me. If she had to hate anyone it'd be me, but we get along great. We're no longer the same people we used to be. It's the same for her.

If you're sure, then I'll come! (❁´w`❁)

Meng Yao is very sure indeed.

So Lan Xichen comes.

It's odd to invite someone to his flat. It's a small place, a bit messy, full of trinkets and DVDs that Meng Yao would never admit to owning, not with the image he wants to create. He's always avoided guests. But having Lan Xichen over is as rewarding as it is terrifying. Lan Xichen brought some charming little cakes, as if he's visiting someone important, and he smiles at the sight of a movie poster on the wall, confessing he watched it so often as a teenager that the tape broke one day.

"It's my favourite too!" Beastie exclaims. "Meng-ge has it, you know! Can we watch it now?"

Normally, Meng Yao would point out that it's a little rude to ask that when they have a guest. But he can see that Lan Xichen is nervous and unsure how to act around Nie Mingjue, and maybe a movie will let them all relax.

In the end, they spend a pleasant afternoon, the three of them. Once Lan Xichen stops worrying that the Nie Mingjue of old will appear and shout at him for getting him killed, he starts chatting with Beastie about her favourite movies, what she's learning in school, what she wants to be when she grows up. She's very happy to answer, and very impressed when he explains he's a teacher, even though she's finding it hard to accept that most of his students are fully adult.

And when Beastie is back with her mother, Lan Xichen lingers for a while, tempted by the offer of Meng Yao's favourite takeaway.

“It’s amazing how much like him she is,” Lan Xichen says as they sit on the sofa to wait for the food to arrive. “It’s the first time he reincarnates, you know. At least, Wangji told me they’d never found any trace of him before.”

Guilt shoots through Meng Yao. It’s his fault if Nie Mingjue’s soul was so fractured it took him this long to be reborn. Or at least, it’s the fault of someone he was, once, which is nearly the same, and yet completely different. Meng Yao has learned from living and dying several times, and he’s lucky enough to live in a kinder world than Jin Guangyao did. It helps.

“She’s also different from him, though,” Lan Xichen continues, moving just a little closer, until they’re almost touching.

“We’ll, for starters she’s a kid,” Meng Yao points out, wondering if he should take the other man’s hand. If this had happened before the Hanshi, he would have, but he’s not sure where they stand now.

“It’s not just that. In that first life, I knew da-ge as a child too and he was…” Lan Xichen sighs and makes a vague hand gesture. “He was a lot. Way too serious sometimes. We all were, I suppose, but him most of all. The Nie tended to grow fast, to compensate for dying young. I’m… I’m glad that he gets to properly be a child this time. That she gets to be a child.”

“The world has changed,” Meng Yao says, finding the courage at last to brush his fingers against Lan Xichen’s. “Things aren’t always easy but they’re… easier, I suppose.”

Lan Xichen’s returns that touch, gentle and careful as always. This, too, is easier now than it was back then. It’s not easy, but there’s less pressure to conform, less demands to be good dutiful sons, and just a little more space to be their own people, to make their own choices.

Maybe in their next life they’ll meet again and it’ll be even easier to be like this. But even now, Meng Yao is ready to take the chances that his past self wouldn’t have dared to dream of. He leans toward Lan Xichen, hoping to kiss him, but a knock on the door interrupts them and he jumps to his feet to go get their food. The delivery man looks at him a little funny, but makes no comment. If Meng Yao is half as red as Lan Xichen, he deserves those odd looks.

Nothing happens again that night. The moment has passed, and after eating, Lan Xichen has to go home because he has engagements the day after that he can’t cancel.

It's not a date that night, no more than any of their previous encounters were.

It's not a date then, but next time, when Lan Xichen invites him to a restaurant, Meng Yao is informed in no unclear terms that this is, in fact, a date. They go see a movie after, and Meng Yao gets to kiss one of the two most handsome men in the world.

Life is good.

Life is really good, and yet Meng Yao wants more.

In spite of their efforts, Lan Xichen and him can't get in touch with Nie Huaisang to inform him that his brother has finally reincarnated. Even Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are getting worried. From what they told Lan Xichen they haven't had any contact with him since the day they picked him up at the Hanshi.

"They say he's done that before," Lan Xichen tells him. "They think he'll return in a decade or two, maybe a little longer. Time is hard for immortals, they lose track easily."

That's all very well for them, but Meng Yao doesn't have a few decades to waste, and neither does Nie Mingjue. They're not immortals. One bad illness, a reckless driver, just tripping in the stairs, and it's all over until they reincarnate again, and Meng Yao is done with missed chances.

If he can't directly get in touch with Nie Huaisang, Meng Yao can make a few discreet calls to former buyers, and advise them to get their purchase asserted again, just in case. He makes sure to only contact people who bought legitimate artworks of course. He wants to make a wave, not get in trouble. If Meng Yao knows Nie Huaisang even half as well as he thinks he does, then even in hiding Nie Huaisang will be checking what’s happening in the world of art collectors, and he’ll hear about some of his buyers suddenly becoming fearful of fakes.

It’s a little mean perhaps, when Nie Huaisang is so proud of his counterfeits, but kindness has never been Meng Yao’s greatest quality.

Besides, it works.

One afternoon, when Meng Yao is alone at home, checking a job offer that he’s probably going to reject because he deserves better, there’s a knock on the door. Meng Yao considers ignoring it, but some of his elderly neighbours have been coming to ask for help with their phones or whatever new fancy blender their kids got them to make life easier. Usually, five minutes of easy work means free homemade food for his next meal, which is always a great deal.

When he opens the door, there’s a very old man waiting in the corridor alright, but free food is probably out of the question.

“Well, I’m here,” Nie Huaisang says. “Whatever is going on, it’d better be important.”

#xisangyao #xiyao #sangyao #xisang #counterfeit au #lan xichen #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes

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trashytummiez · 3 years

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what if Orca ate too much and Killer Croc rubs her belly?

Killer croc returned to his underground lair and rubbed his scaly stomach hungrily. It growled like an animal and left him grumbling for his own stomach to keep it down. But when he checked his fridge to his dread he saw the whole thing was picked clean.

"What the hell?!" Croc shouted.

He had a stocked fridge when he left how could it it be empty just like that?

Then he heard groaning from the other room and straight away got his answer.

There he found his girlfriend Orca sitting on the floor and caressing her massively stuffed tummy. Orca had eaten so much that her stomach looked like she was pregnant and expecting any second now. Her blubbery tummy was so huge that she had to sit on the floor with her back against the wall and her thighs spread out just to give it some room to breathe.

"Ey why'd ya eat everythin' in the fridge??" Killer Croc complained.

Orca groaned miserably. "Unnngh sorry Croc. Something got me feeling anxious again so I had to distract myself..."

"So ya settled on cleanin' me out?"

Orca hiccuped which made her huge belly jostle and slorsh. Not a good feeling right now. "...Unf couldn't help myself..."

The way her massive tummy groaned so loudly was enough to make even Killer Croc cringe almost as hard as Orca did. He'd certainly been there countless times in his life.

He decided to cut his girlfriend some slack so Croc sat down next to her and planted his rough scaly hands against her giant smooth tummy. Then in a surprisingly gentle way Killer croc began to rub Orca's massive tummy with a great deal of care. His hands delicately moved up the giant blubbery medicine ball of a tummy where his claws gently dug into the fat flesh.

Orca's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she moaned at the much needed tummy rub. For a monster so rigid Killer Croc knew how to be surprisingly tactile and docile with her.

"That feel good?" Croc asked.

Orca hummed through her chest and smiled pleasantly.

Killer Croc grinned and kept it up even when his own stomach rumbled.

Orca frowned guiltily when she heard Croc's scaly belly complaining. "Sorry I really should've left you something..."

"Ah it's cool. It's pretty late so I'll go back up t'the surface and find a mugger later."

Orca shrugged. At least Killer Croc would be getting a more filling meal that way. Then she continued to enjoy his soothing treatment over her tummy.

His scaly hand ran up and down the fatty side of Orca's massive stomach. He just kept rubbing it up and down occasionally rubbing upwards with his palm or gripping into Orca's blubber and kneading it to help it settle. Croc's hands traced over every bit of that giant whale belly and kneaded into it on top of rubbing away.

Orca sat there loving every second of it. Especially when Croc dug his claw into her very deep belly button. Croc kneaded into Orca's navel moving around circularly inside which got Orca moaning a little louder. Even when she was human her belly button was always extra delicate.

When Croc yanked his claw out of her belly button her whole chubby tummy wobbled around until Croc patted it heartily which caused it to slosh around and made Orca hiccup again.

"Man ya really know how to pack this stuff away don'tcha!" Croc admired.

"I stress-eat sometimes," Orca admitted with embarrassment. "I keep meaning to maintain better self control."

"Pssh self control's overrated," Killer Croc dismissed speaking from extensive gluttonous experience himself. "Besides ya look good with a belly on ya," Croc almost purred when he grabbed a hold of Orca's hefty blubbery tummy.

Orca blushed and scowled back in response. "Y-You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"Naw I'm serious," Croc insisted and looked down at that big plump tummy which he rubbed circles all over. "Ya look sexy as hell."

"...You're an idiot..." Orca said but the way her cheeks flared up hinted something else.

She didn't object when he continued stroking her tummy though. Her silky flesh felt so smooth to Croc even with his scales partially diluting everything he felt. Even he could feel the sleekness to it and how much softer it was when Orca was so unbelievably bloated. He couldn't help marvel at her girth as his hands roamed every bit of that hefty belly.

Killer Croc fondled her heavy underbelly gripping into her tummy and heaving her whole stomach up a little to just feel its weight in his arms. And the way he looked down at this massive tummy with this hungry look in his eyes was telling.

Maybe Killer Croc really did have a thing for tummies, especially Orca's tummy.

Orca also had to admit. Having her belly tended to by her big scaly boyfriend was doing something for her too.

It was enough to make her forget all about her troubles. At least until Killer Croc brought it back up.

"So what was buggin' ya anyway?" Croc asked while he rubbed.

Orca shifted a little. "You know me. I'm an anxious person."

"But ya usually ain't anxious fer nothin'."

"I don't know. I guess I was just thinking about the future. I've accepted this is who I am now but I don't know things like how it's going to affect my lifespan if I can have children or if it will affect my mind going forward."

"You've been this way fer years now though."

"Mutations do still occur and I never got a chance to read the fine print when they transformed me."

Killer Croc frowned. He'd changed a lot too when he grew up but for as much as he mutated he was still himself. "D'ya feel any different?"

"No?"

"Yer thoughts ever make ya think differently?"

"Well I didn't used to think humans tasted so good," Orca joked and rubbed her fat belly fondly patting it a few times too. "Besides my hunger and my new body though no. I guess not."

"I ain't smart bout nothin' but I know people well enough. I think the fact yer so nervous bout this sorta crap only means yer still you cuz ya always overthink crap. Comes with bein' a nerd right?"

"Scientists aren't nerds," Orca frowned.

Croc grinned teasingly. "C'mon ya could be playin' video games with me but instead yer always readin'? Yer the queen'uh nerds babe!"

"And you're an asshole."

Killer Croc laughed and nodded in agreement. Orca herself couldn't help laugh and shake her head. Croc wasn't the most sensitive of maneating monsters but he was surprisingly very good at listening and helping Orca get out of her own head sometimes. That was all she really needed sometimes and he never failed to give her that relief from her own anxieties.

"Thank you," she said sincerely.

Croc smiled back at her and leaned up to kiss her on the lips.

Or at least he tried to until her huge belly gurgled heavily enough to actually make it ripple slightly.

Orca cringed and turned her head with a fist pushed against her mouth. She stifled a deep burp in her mouth that Killer croc could hear rumbling in her cheeks. Then Orca gripped the dead center of her chunky belly and muffled an even bigger burp that made her cheeks balloon out somewhat.

She blew the gas out from the corner of her mouth and blushed.

"Unnnnf excuse me. That was gross," Orca pardoned herself.

"Pssh ya forget who yer datin'?" Killer Croc teased. "Don't hold 'em in if yer feelin' gassy babe. That ain't gonna feel too hot fer yer gut."

Killer Croc leaned his heavy scaly torso against Orca's giant belly. The added weight of his body alone was causing the pressure to build but then he squeezed Orca's tummy firmly and forced that pressure right up her throat. Before she could stop herself Orca a huge echoing burp that rumbled throughout the tunnels.

BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHP!!!!!!!!!

Croc grinned. "There ya go babe! Get it all out!"

Killer croc gripped the center of Orca's belly and pushed his hands deeply into the middle of her heavy tummy. Before Orca could tell Croc off she burped so hard that the ground felt like it was shaking!

HHUUUUUUUURRRRRAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOURRRHP!!!!!!!!!

Croc laughed heartily. "Damn! Ya been holdin' out on me haven'tcha!"

Orca panted heavily and waved her hand to get Croc to pause for a moment. Her blubbery tummy rose and fell heavily with her stunted breath. Orca's face was pretty red. She was never shy about burping at all even back when she was still human. But these days she usually only did that either if she was alone or if the only other person around was in her stomach.

She couldn't help be a little embarrassed by how loud they were. But she had to admit it felt so much better getting the gas out.

Whatever the case Orca puffed out her cheeks and blew in a weary sort of way. "Ungh push here," Orca instructed Killer croc pointing right around her belly button again. She felt that part of her stomach bubbling and making it feel even more tense.

"Grand finale time huh?" Croc grinned. Then he pushed his thumbs into Orca's belly button and pressed both hands right into the middle of her chunky gut. They actually sank into the blubbery belly fat and caused her whole stomach to churn.

The Orca's mouth parted with an absolutely colossal burp that was louder than any she'd ever let out and rumbled out of her tummy so long that Croc stopped counting the seconds.

AAAAAAAAAHHRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOORRRRRHHHHUUUUUURRP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Orca panted so heavily she started drooling. She slumped back in a daze feeling absolute relief while her belly spilled out freely and bubbled much more softly.

Killer croc slapped his thigh with laughter. "GAHAHAHA!!! Holy shit babe! You'n I definitely gotta have ourselves a contest later!" He said childishly patting her tummy and making her hiccup again.

The relief she felt was so astronomical that Orca didn't even blush. She just smacked her lips and said, "I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

And in an uncharacteristic display of cockiness Orca thumped her chest and burped one last time to prove her point.

#kink fic #orca #killer croc #waylon jones #grace balin #stuffing #belly rub #belly kink #burping #hiccups #belly button play #fat play #belly play #fluff #killer croc x orca #waylon jones x grace balin #canon ship #relationships #anxiety

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five-rivers · 3 years

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If you're still accepting prompts I'd like to see where you take this one: Clockwork offers to save Adult!Valerie from the decaying TUE timeline by sending her back in time to the new one.

It was the end of the world.

Really, it should have been no surprise. The apocalypse had begun ten years ago. And yet-

Yet-

When that monster had disappeared, Valerie had let herself hope. Hope that she and the few other survivors of his latest attack could rebuild. That, perhaps, they could seek out other survivors from elsewhere in the world. That they could recover.

“What happened?” asked Valerie, staring at the gray-brown remnants of their crops.

“I don’t know,” said Star, wiping her hands on her overalls. “They were doing fine, before the, well, before the shield went down.”

“Do you think it’s some kind of disease from outside?” asked Valerie.

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Star bit her lip. “It isn’t just the plants,” she said. “It’s the animals, too, and nothing that’s already been harvested is going bad, but...”

“The animals?”

“They’re sick,” said Star. “Vomiting.”

“Do you know if any people-?”

Star shook her head. “You’d have to ask a doctor,” she said. “But it reminds me of... Do you remember those ‘clean pig’ experiments?”

“Uh, not really?”

“Basically someone got the bright idea to kill off all the ‘germs’ on their pigs couple years back... But they killed the pigs’ gut flora, too, and you kinda need that to digest food.”

“Flora,” said Valerie. “As in plants.”

“Yeah,” said Star. “You see where I’m going?”

“Yeah,” said Valerie. “Crap.” At least they had plenty of reserves and food stores, and they would last longer now that there were fewer people.

Valerie refused to think about why there were fewer people too deeply.

“We’ll figure it out,” said Valerie, projecting confidence.

Star gave her a skeptical look. “No offense,” said Star, “but you aren’t a biologist. And most of our biologists are dead. Not to mention the labs.”

“I can go out and look for plants that aren’t affected, though,” said Valerie. “If this is a common thing out there, some of them have to have adapted, right? That’s basic evolution.”

“Maybe,” said Star, her mouth set in a grim line. “I’m not sure it works that way if everything dies, though.”

Valerie sat down on her hoverboard, hands gripping the edge to keep from shaking.

“What is that?” she asked, even though there was no one near to answer her.

The forest was gray and crumbling. The ground was spiderwebbed with something pulsing between lurid green and red, the red lingering longer than the green.

“What is that?” she repeated. Whatever it was, it stretched to the horizon. She looked up. It was in the sky, too.

“The end of the universe.”

Valerie whipped around, pulling out her weapons and leveling them at the ghost who had, somehow, managed to sneak up on her.

How long had it been since she had seen a ghost that wasn’t him?

“Who are you?” she demanded. “What do you want?”

The ghost smiled, the blue pseudo-skin around his eye wrinkling.

“I am Clockwork, and I am here to make a deal with you, Valerie Gray.”

“Are you causing this?” asked Valerie, jerking her head towards the wasteland.

“I do not control the Red Country,” said Clockwork, “nor its consumption of unmade worlds.”

“What?”

“You encountered the paradox yourself, Valerie Gray. This world is now never to be. And even if it could come to pass, there is no King in the Infinite Realms. No one to order it and guide it. And so, here as there, things fall apart. All of this was hanging by the most slender of threads.” The ghost gestured back toward Amity Park.

Valerie stared at the ghost. “I’m going to pass,” she said. Nothing good came of trusting ghosts.

“Very well,” said the ghost, acknowledging her decision with a nod. “If you change your mind, you need only call my name.”

It didn’t take long for the remaining humans of Amity Park to start feeling the affects of whatever had happened to the plants and animals. About the same amount of time as it took for the blight afflicting the land and the sky to come into sight of the city ruins.

It took just a little longer for the first person to die.

(Mikey, the last person left from Valerie’s class other than Star. His health had never been robust, but he had persevered through every other crisis.)

And a bit longer than that for Valerie’s resolve to break.

One hundred and forty-four. That is how many humans stepped through the ghosts portal, confident in nothing except that whatever the ghost was going to do to them was better than wasting away.

“Where are we?” asked Valerie. The sky was Ghost Zone green, but the landscape was almost earthly forests and fields.

“A better question might be when are you,” said the ghost, twirling his staff. “Which is about nine years ago, from your perspective, and in a different timeline.”

“A different-?”

“Daniel never went to Vladimir,” said Clockwork. “Nor did his parents die. This version of reality will never suffer from what you and yours did.” He smiled. “Here, you are ghosts of time and chance. What better place to make a new future for yourselves than the Ghost Zone?”

#danny phantom #ask #answer #prompt #prompt fill

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screbelbaziu · 2 years

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things that should go without saying but apparently not so much:

do not repost my artwork. the only exception is when I make the art specifically for you (e.g. artfight attacks), in which case credited reposts are alright.

do not follow me if you’re a terf. why would you even want to? get out of here.

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if this is your first time here, hello! I’m screbel, if you’re here for fanart bad news, that’s rare. I mainly draw my OCs, most of them are cats or creatures or creatures based on cats. also most of them have extensive lore which I tried to sum up below. alas, it’s extensive.

this post will be updated from time to time.

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There are a few universes, interconnected, esp. the Outuniverse and the Cat Universe. This post will be long but will contain the basics of each of my creations,

SHORT VERSION: Mindscape/Screbland/Outuniverse are places dealing with how I imagine the inside of my mind. Other universes are contained inside, my fursona Felisk is their god-creator and has nosy paranormal neighbors.

Cat universe is a world where the intelligent species is bipedal cats. Importantly, the Outuniverse creatures sometimes get access to control over it. Story focuses on Catkin the cryptozoologist/monsterhunter & her friends. Many characters, I am also running a Monster of the week campaign here.

Travelable space (working title) is a galaxy traveled commonly by alien creatures who are having interstellar politics, which is mostly background noise for a group of 4 outcasts running a spaceship together.

Floartemia is a world inhabited by 4 kinds of civilized cats - the technologically advanced tecats, the half-plant flocats, the magical arcats and the individually created mimicats. I am working on some stuff set there currently, though the writing process happens in polish so it will take even longer to get it translated and re-written.

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LONG VERSION:

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THE OUTUNIVERSE

I have a mindscape, it's basically a visual representation of the creative part of my mind. inhabited by mindscapers, who are mostly just species-less creatures of various shapes and sizes. mindscapers often represent certain emotions or ideas, they are very varied. We call the mindscape Screbland sometimes. I am screbel this is my land.

the creative center of the mindscape is the Outuniverse. it's a building which houses the creator, basically my own godlike self insert - at the moment it’s the 3-eyed cat, my fursona, his name is Felisk - and their universes which they create and maintain.

the Outuniverse is also inhabited by the outuniversers, who are basically a select few mindscapers. the outuniversers used to be minor deities to the universes, but then Felisk took over after the previous creator, Bww Ghl, retired. he doesn’t want the others to mess with their worlds because they destroyed Bww Ghl's worlds before. the outuniversers still live in the outuniverse because evicting them feels wrong.

Felisk's universes are made in the kitchen. they are literally just very special magical soups that need to be cooking constantly or they die.

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so that’s what’s going on on the outside. now let’s get into the thing I draw the most, which is Felisk’s Cat Universe.

that’s the universe where the world’s civilized species is a specific kind of anthropomorphic cat. in the simplest terms, they have cat bodies adapted to doing human things, they have souls made of elemental magic, they have a full-body dryer in every shower.

animals of this world are all scaled up, and the most common house pets are rats, which have been bred into a huge variety, kinda like our dogs. dogs don’t exist outside of fairytales since cats wouldn’t domesticate a fucking wolf.

my focus is on the town of Crooketriis, Felidalia. Felidalia is a fairly wealthy country, but Crooketriis itself is a grey shitty little town that noone likes. and it also seems to be god’s drop off zone for paranormal bullshit.

Catkin is a cat who has specific skills that help her track down and hunt said paranormal bullshit. She is often aided by her friends, and when she’s not monsterhunting, she works at a fast food restaurant known as the Fry House. some of Catkin's most notable friends include:

Oblivion - computer nerd, gamer, barely leaves the house. has few friends but seemingly keeps tabs on all of them. is Catkin's platonic life partner, best friend and roommate.

Dizzy - small weak skinny guy, makes punkrock music, has incredible amounts of charisma, but also a habit of sleeping around, terrible body image issues and various traumas. a lot going on with this guy, but he tries to mostly be kind and take no bullshit throughout all of it. he is Catkin's adoptive half brother.

and Antoinette - weird gamer girl with a fucked up eye. very chill, extremely fun, though definitely not the smartest; she is Dizzy's bestie, and later his girlfriend. she's generally very befriendable.

some events led to Catkin and 9 of her friends being coerced into deals with some of the outuniversers. they are granted elemental powers, which depend on a cat's natural alignment; nearly every cat has a magical alignment and a minuscule amount of powers, but the outuniversers can boost these powers to supernatural levels.

usually the outuniversers also demand in return that their dependents influence the world with their powers, as it grants them the mortals' attention, which has become a sort of currency to them. unfortunately their idea of getting a lot of attention often concludes at mass destruction. to sum up, weird deities use some mortals to farm influence-based money. and Felisk is very displeased with that.

Catkin has a natural resilience to paranormal shit, however that ability is now at all times keeping out her patron, and that leaves her vulnerable to monsters. so she employs two new monster hunters: Max and Dice. that’s the plot of a Monster of the Week campaign I play with my friends, these two are player characters that don't belong to me, but they are a part of this world.

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THE TRAVELLABLE SPACE

This one is pretty detached from the others, though canonically this is another one of Felisk’s soup worlds. It concerns a galaxy which can be travelled in reasonable time spans, and is inhabited by multiple species of creatures who have quite recently started bumping into each other on their space travels, forming friendships and alliances, as well as finding enemies and killing each other. Each race, while diverse in itself, mostly unites around a shared ideal, and often clashes with its space neighbors about it.

Seemingly a lot of alien politics? Not really. We don’t focus on all that shite. Our focus is on a bunch of misfits who are trying to be friends without accidentally stabbing each other with their multiple spikes, teeth and claws. they are on an adventure of some sort, I think.

This one has an eternally incomplete document on it, as in has many species and societies involved, and most of the important characters are important for being outcasts of these societies. So, for now, nothing more on this post.

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FLOARTEMIA

the short summary is enough for now tbh. WIP

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if you wanna know more most of my characters are on my toyhouse, though most of the info there needs to be edited and/or rewritten. questions are welcome, I love talking about my OCs!

that's all, thx for reading & have a nice day!

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In Bloom - Part 2

Plant Monster!Yunho x Female Reader

Word Count: 4945

Contents: technically virgin!Yunho, breast play, oral (female receiving), vine bondage, fingering, protected sex

Notes: I got going on part 3 so @lustjoong part 2 is out! Also this part has a special guest hehe

Prequel | Introduction | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

What Yunho’s Flowers Look Like

The last few weeks you’d been visiting Yunho more and more. Neither of you had the courage to ask about your relationship status or what a relationship between you would mean or look like. You did, however, fool around almost every time.

Yunho was more than eager to explore your body and try out new things. It excited him to play around with you and he was growing more and more confident and cocky, even if he usually started out a little flustered. You couldn’t complain either. He was a fast learner and he took a lot of pride in making you feel good. If anything, you were more and more eager to visit him each time, finding yourself getting worked up before you got there, your mind swirling with the things you might do.

And, you still had yet to actually have sex.

To your credit, you’d brought condoms the last few times. Could a plant creature get you pregnant? His body was human and you figured it was better just not to risk it. As of yet though, you hadn’t mentioned that you had them, you hadn’t taken that step, even if you’d done a number of other things.

But more and more it felt like it was going to happen. The tension between the two of you was palpable and it was getting harder and harder to resist. You hoped that he was feeling the same because you were sure you weren’t going to last much longer without it.

You moved into the shade of the greenhouse, enjoying it on one of the rare sunny, hot days you’d had recently. As much as it was nice that it wasn’t raining, the sun was hot and the recent rain made it so very humid, so the shade of the greenhouse was appreciated, even if the humidity wasn’t that much lower it felt more bearable in the shade.

At present, you were really only thinking about Yunho. Most of the time you hung out for a while first. He was your friend, and you enjoyed just spending time with him. But you’d been caught up with things recently and unable to visit so aside from missing him you really needed some sort of release.

You didn’t say anything, making a beeline for Yunho’s tree. He was usually there when he wasn’t waiting for you and even though it was dark and creeped you out a little you moved quickly. You knew the twigs snapping were under your own feet but still, anytime you passed the water you thought it looked disturbed.

The greenery grew denser and you pushed through the leaves, keeping your nerves under control and praying you knew where you were going. You would be fine, you were sure of it. It got to your head a little but you were sure you recognised some of the planets, even in the thick.

You kept your arms close to yourself as you moved, too unnerved to hum to yourself but just as unnerved by the quiet and the sound of your own movement.

Yunho’s voice broke through the quiet and you jumped, turning towards it before running through the plants and trees towards the sound. You broke through the last few leaves and crashed right into his chest, his arms catching you before you fell.

“Whoa are you okay?” he chuckled.

“It’s creepy in there,” you muttered as he ushered you towards his tree. “I don’t like how the water is always moving like something was just there.”

Yunho stiffened a little, like he always did when you mentioned the water. “I told you, there are fish in the pond.”

“And I told you that fish don’t make the water move like that,” you said, settling in the soft moss. “I’m still not buying that.”

Yunho didn’t answer, sitting next to you quietly. You knew something was up with the water, but he wouldn’t tell you what. It made you wonder what else was in this greenhouse. What secrets could there be with workers in here during the day? Then again they didn’t know about Yunho for the most part either so maybe you were expecting too much. Maybe there were lots of things you didn’t know about the greenhouse.

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me,” you said. Playing with one of his vines that he’d laid over your lap. “But I hope you know you can trust me.”

“I do,” he mumbled. “It’s just… not exactly simple.”

That was more than you’d gotten to date, so you’d take it. You shifted closer to Yunho, resting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you nuzzled his cheek into your hair.

“Did you wanna watch more videos?” His voice sounded hopeful.

Usually, you didn’t jump into anything right away. You’d learned that Yunho didn’t have a phone and you guessed that made some kind of sense but you’d taken it upon yourself to introduce him a lot more to the outside world. The few people who knew about him had told him some things but it was clear he was eager to know more about the world and people and particularly pop culture.

You bit down on your lip. You were still pretty worked up like you had been when you’d gotten there, but the creepiness of the forest had thrown you off. Going through on your own had made you feel a little uneasy though now, being with Yunho, you felt more comforted for sure.

“D-Did you w-want-?” Yunho caught on much more quickly these days to what you were thinking, and it always amused you that he still got so flustered at the outset.

“I mean that’s what I was thinking…”

“What you were thinking?” he asked.

You shifted a little, trying to subtly hide in his shoulder as you felt heat rise to the surface of your skin. Despite your efforts Yunho started chuckling and you knew he’d put two and two together.

“Did the plants really scare you that badly, sweetheart?”

You felt your heart skip at the pet name. Yunho knew it only made you more flustered but you couldn’t deny that you liked when he called you that, even if he liked to use it to tease you.

“It’s freaky being in there all alone,” you whined, fully hiding your face in his shoulder.

“I promise there is nothing in this greenhouse that will hurt you,” he said, though the light chuckle in his voice wasn’t the warm, endearing tone you wanted to hear.

“Easy for you to say,” you grumbled.

“Do I need to come with you every time?” he cooed teasingly.

“No,” the word came out much more like a whine than you wanted it to and Yunho laughed, the vines close to both of you ruffling and shifting as he did so.

“You’re so mean,” you muttered, crossing your arms. “I liked it better when you were shy and didn’t tease me.”

Yunho pressed a kiss to your jaw. “You and I both know that isn’t true sweetheart.”

You pushed him playfully and tried to stand up, only for him to wrap you up in his arms and a series of vines and pull you onto his lap.

“No wait! I’m sorry I’ll be nice! I promise,” he laughed, snuggling you.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you said. You heard Yunho breath in to say something else but you beat him to it. “It makes up for how annoying you are.”

“Hey,” he whined, pushing you off his lap as you chuckled. “Maybe I’ll just kick you out and you can find your way out on your own.”

You knew he wasn’t serious. Or, you hoped he wasn’t.

You glanced outside quickly, into the greenhouse. Maybe it had clouded over again or maybe it was just getting dark but it had surely started to get darker since you’d arrived and the thought of making it out on your own really did freak you out.

“You’re really scared of going through the greenhouse alone?” Yunho had caught your expression and his tone was much more sincere this time.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “It’s fine when I’m with you, but when I’m alone…”

“Do… Do I make you feel safe?” he asked.

You turned your gaze to meet his. “Yeah, of course you do.”

Colour rose in his cheeks as a smile tugged his lips and it softened you a bit. He was clearly proud that you felt comfortable around him. You knew he was still a little worried about being scary himself, you couldn’t deny that being around him brought a smile to your face and made you feel more comforted.

“I-I’m glad,” he stammered.

“Aww, now who’s flustered?” you teased, poking his cheek, though the fondness in your voice was all too obvious.

“Hey, don’t tease me,” he giggled, his hands grabbing your hips as he moved in front of you.

“But it’s so much fun,” you giggled, bringing your arms up around his neck.

“I would offer not to tease you in return,” his voice was getting more quiet, dropping to a smooth hum. “But I don’t think I could manage.”

“Guess you’re just gonna have to deal with it then,” you murmured, pulling him closer.

“I guess I will.”

Yunho closed the small space left between you, pressing his lips to yours. A few of his vines wrapped around you and pulled you gently against his body before he gently pushed you back into the soft moss. His kisses were sweet and comforting and it warmed your heart and made you press even closer to him, wanting to savour the contact.

Yunho gently pressed his way between your legs before laying on top of you. You welcomed the feeling of his warmth and weight, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you against him as he started to rock his into yours. A soft sigh left his lips amid deep kisses and your fingers started to tangle into his brightly coloured hair.

Small vines slowly wrapped themselves around your body. Thin tendrils curling gently around your wrists and arms, slipping under your shirt and along your legs. You smiled into your kisses with him, loving the contact, the way it seemed so absentminded for him. He just wanted to be closer to you and it gave him even the tiniest bit of extra contact.

You brought your legs around him, digging your heels into his lower back and urging him to grind down into your harder. You could feel him growing hard already from the friction, his motions and kisses, tongue moving into your mouth, growing your own arousal. You felt the rushes down your spine and all you could do was hold him closer in a quiet plea for more.

As if he’d read your mind, Yunho moved his lips along your jaw and then onto your neck. You lifted your chest as his fingers started to push up the hem of your shirt. Sighs left your lips as his found the skin of your chest after discarding your shirt. You arched up into the sensation as he kissed down to your breasts, taking the opportunity to undo your bra with his vines and pull away the garment.

Quiet curses fell from your lips and your eyes fluttered closed as Yunho wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking gently. Your hands tangled into his hair again, massaging his head slowly and earning a low groan from him, his hand gripping your hip a little more tightly as the other came up to play with your free nipple.

“That feels so good,” your voice had already grown breathy from the attention he gave you, from how worked up you had gotten.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” he hummed teasingly, kissing across the valley between your breasts. You felt heat rise in your face and you let out a whine at his teasing, eliciting a chuckle from him before he sucked your nipple between his lips, passing his tongue over it quickly. Your embarrassment faded slowly, giving way to more pleasure as he ground against you a little harder and tugged gently on your nipple with his fingers.

Slowly, more whimpers left your lips and you finally gazed down at him hazily with a silent plea in your pout. You cared less and less about the slight smugness in his expression as his gaze met yours, just hoping he would catch your meaning without your foggy brain having to find the words to say it.

“Do you want more, sweetheart?” He sounded so much more smug than he looked.

“D-Don’t get cocky,” the breathiness of your voice and how you stumbled over your words didn’t help your case at all and only drew a smirk across his face.

“I don’t know if you have much ground to stand on,” he purred, his fingers finding the waist of your shorts, fiddling with the buttons. “You sound pretty desperate.”

You let out a whine, your head falling back as you refused to look at him, earning another chuckle. Still, you lifted your hips and let him pull off your shorts and panties. You heard the sound of more fabric shifting and peeking at Yunho. Colour rose in his cheeks as he caught the look in your eye, the way your bottom lip caught between your teeth, as your eyes took in the sight of his chest.

A nervous smile tugged at his lips as he dipped down, pressing your legs open and settling between them. Much of his cockiness began to melt away as he started to press kisses to your inner thighs, moving closer to your heat. You could sense his excitement as he gripped your thighs more firmly and groaned as he took in the sight of your glistening core.

Yunho let out a moan as his tongue dragged through your folds, gathering the taste of your arousal. Your fingers tangled into your hair as you rolled your hips against his face, letting out a moan. Vines wrapped around your wrists and you gasped as they were pulled above your head, keeping them held to the soft moss below. Yunho gazed up at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye as a larger vine wrapped over your hips, holding them down as his tongue started to drag over your clit.

“Oh fuck,” your voice was breathy but you cared less and less with each lap of his tongue. The large vine over your hips held them down as you tried the roll against him and his hands kept your thighs apart as he dragged his tongue through your folds and flattened it to pass over your clit.

Sparks of pleasure ignited within you, burning brighter and brighter with each movement. Arousal rushed though you and coiled within you, working you up slowly as he ate out, hands kneaded at your thighs slowly. A gasp passed your lips and you hips tried uselessly to buck up as his tongue dipped inside you and the groan he let out at your taste sent vibrations through your heat.

“F-Fuck that’s so good.” You were sure you felt Yunho smirk against your core but you didn’t care much about his slight cockiness now. Your hands curled into fists as you pulled at the vines around your wrists and arched off the ground as his tongue pushed further inside of you. He curled it into you, drawing gasps from your lips until he pulled away.

Your whine barely left your lips before you felt two fingers slowly sink into your heat. A moan cascaded from you and your thighs trembled as he slowly curled his fingers into your sweet spot. He knew your body far too well already and his movements had you bucking as much as you could and trying desperately to follow his fingers.

“Is that want you wanted?” Yunho murmured, though his voice was more sincere than you expected and it made your heart melt.

“M-More,” you let the word fall off your lips, slipping more and more into neediness.

“How much more?”

You knew what he was actually asking, the hope in his voice was enough to tell you. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth, though whines still passed through. You felt heat rising to the surface of your skin while the words stayed stuck to your tongue, your nerves getting the better of you.

Yunho’s fingers slowed before he pushed a third in slowly, drawing a loud moan from your lips. He flattened his tongue over your clit again as he moved his fingers a little faster. Pants chased the moans off your lips as you tried desperately to move your hips and take his fingers deeper.

Yunho wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it gently and your head fell back. Pleasure curled through you and tightened in your core as you took in the sensations of his fingers and his lips. You pulled and rolled your wrists and arched your back, moving as much as the binds would allow, toes curling and yet knowing what you really wanted.

“Y-Yunho,” your voice was unstable but it caught his attention. He hummed against you, sending delicious vibrations through your body. You tugged on his vine with your hand and he let out a groan, his head lifting and his gaze finally meeting yours, much more heated than you expected and it had you clenching around his now slowly moving fingers.

“Yunho, I-I want more,” you managed to say. His expression shifted to confusion before realization dawned on his face and a blush crept up his cheeks.

“O-Oh, you mean-”

“Yeah, I do,” his voice was as breathy as yours was. He pulled his fingers from your heat and you watched, biting your lip as he closed his eyes and sucked them into his mouth. His vines slowly moved off of your body and you sat up enough to grab your shorts and find the condoms in your pocket.

Even though Yunho knew what you meant his face turned a deeper shade of red as he regarded the condoms in your hand. A nervous smile tugged at his lips as he fiddled with the buttons on his shorts shakily. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you watched him excitedly get rid of them.

You sat up more and pushed him back to sit in the soft moss. Your lips found his in a heated kiss as you opened the condom packet and slowly rolled it onto him. His hands gripped your hips and vines wrapped around your thighs, urging you closer excitedly. You smiled and chuckled against his lips before moving yourself over his cock.

Moans left both of your lips as you sunk down on him. His grip tightened on your hips and the vines wrapped around you squeezing you slightly. Your forehead fell against his as you both panted, your hands finding his shoulders for support as you both adjusted to the sensation.

“Th-This feels good,” he murmured quietly, any sense of bravado gone.

“I haven’t even moved yet,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled into the kiss, not letting you move back and keeping your lips locked with his. You shifted your hips just a little, both of you whining at the feeling as pleasure shot through you. The hold of his vines on you tightened.

“C-Can you-?” his voice was hopeful as he squeezed your hips.

“Definitely,” you murmured. You rolled your hips down slowly, taking him fully and gasping at the pleasure that washed over you. More of Yunho’s vines wrapped around your body in an instant. Your hazy gaze caught sight of a nearby flower opening petal by petal as he let out a moan.

Curses left his lips as you set a steady pace, trying not to overwhelm him but desperate for more at the same time. After being so close to your own orgasm, going so slow was torture, edging yourself slowly on his cock.

But then again, the look on his face was worth it. Yunho had broken away from his sloppy kisses and now his head hung back, his mouth open in a series of moans, lips swollen from kisses. His face was flushed pink as he panted and his eyes were closed as he soaked in the ecstasy, cursing each time you clenched around him.

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, trying not to let the desperate whines out as you gripped his shoulders more tightly. Your hips moved just a little bit faster but your frustration was growing quickly and you found Yunho’s name slipping past your lips without your permission.

Yunho caught you in his heated gaze and his look alone had you clenching around him. His hips bucked up into you and you let out a loud moan as your head fell back, savouring the delicious sensation that you needed more of.

“Y-Yunho, I need to go faster,” your voice was breathy and strained. More colour crept up Yunho’s cheeks and he smiled nervously, giving you a nod and a squeeze of your hips. He bit down on his lip as you braced yourself on his shoulders and rose up before coming back down on his cock.

Both of you let out moans at the feeling. A rush of pleasure washed through you and you couldn’t help yourself as you set a quick pace, chasing your high that had been so close for so long. Curses fell from Yunho’s lips as you moved on his cock, keeping your hips going as quickly as you could.

You ignored the way your thighs started to burn as you rode him, too preoccupied with the sensation of his cock moving into you and his vines wrapping around you tightly. The coil in your core curled tight as you hung on your edge, nails digging into Yunho’s skin and moans falling off your lips as you started to clench around him.

Yunho’s hips bucked up into you roughly and you cried out as you came hard. Your thighs shook as you fell against his chest, desperately grinding your hips down into him and riding him through your orgasm as it crashed over you body and filled you with utter bliss. Yunho’s moans and his tight grip on you only tightened and made your orgasm last just that much longer.

He held you against his chest as he fell back into the moss before flipping you over and caging you underneath him. You let out a yelp as vines wrapped around your wrists and pulled them quickly above your head again, this time wrapping up your arms and delicate tendrils curling around your fingers.

“I need to feel that again,” Yunho’s voice had fallen much lower and his words alone had you clenching around him as you whimpered. A smirk tugged at his lips at your reactions but he didn’t say anything else as he pulled back his hips and thrust into you.

His thrusts were sloppy and a little uneven but they were deep and each one sent a rush of pleasure through your body from your oversensitive core. Your back arched up with each one and you let out a series of moans that climbed higher in your voice each time he hit a particularly good spot deep inside you.

Yunho let low groans and moans cascade from his lips, cursing each time you clenched around him and picking up his pace bit by bit as he started to fall into a rhythm. He learned quickly, repeating the movements that made you moan the loudest as if trying to make you cry out for him again.

Your thighs shook and squeezed around him as he shifted, hitting a spot that almost had you seeing stars. Your eyes rolled back and broken moans fell from your lips and Yunho let his fall to your neck, kissing you feverishly and sucking at your skin as his hips moved into you quickly, chasing his own high.

Your name started to slip off his lips, pressed to your skin and curling into your ears making you clench around him as he got closer and closer. His moans like a mantra, punctuated by curses as he thrust into you deeply, need overtaking both of you as your bodies moved together, your second orgasm fast approaching.

Pleasure curled inside you, coiling tightly in your core as your hips moved with Yunho’s, your back arching off the soft moss and your arms pulling and squirming in their binds. Your voice matched Yunho’s moaning his name.

“Please, please, Yunho please,” the words fell off your lips as Yunho’s moans met your ears, both of you pleaded with the other to cum, so close to your releases. Yunho’s hips snapped a little harder and you bucked up to meet his movements.

A cry left your lips as you came hard on his cock. Pleasure washed through every one of your senses, sucking you under into an ocean of bliss as stars burst behind you eyes. Yunho’s hips stuttered to a stop as he came, throbbing inside you slowly as his face nuzzled into your neck.

Yunho started to press kisses to your skin as you both panted, coming down from your highs. The vines slowly released your body and he pulled out of you slowly. You found your shaking arms reaching for him as he got rid of the condom and grabbed a pair of boxers. He passed you your panties and one of his shirts and helped you into them before pulling you onto his chest to cuddle.

His fingers played with your hair as you listened to his heartbeat.

“W-Was it okay?” The sincerity in his voice was endearing.

“It was wonderful,” you murmured, snuggling against him and breathing in his post orgasm scent.

“Are you tired?” he chuckled.

You pouted and nodded. “Can I take a nap?”

“Of course,” he murmured. He slipped his hand under the shirt and traced shapes gently on your back as you started to drift off. Somewhere in the distance you heard music, something like a flute.

Your breathing slowed as you relaxed against him, letting the slowly growing music wrap around your senses, entwining with Yunho as it lulled you. It was so comforting and inviting, drawing you in deeper and deeper. Lulling you to sleep.

But something in the pit of your stomach felt uneasy. Something told you to fight the calming affect and you stirred, brow furrowing and face burying into his chest.

“Is everything okay?” Yunho asked, voice laced with concern.

“Wh- Where is th- that- W-Where is it coming from…” your voice was slow and slurring as you tried to speak through the fog. Yunho made a strange sound, like speech but nothing you’d ever heard before, and the music stopped immediately.

The fog cleared quickly and you pushed yourself up on his chest. You caught his gaze, nervously focused on the water and you whipped your head around to look at it. It was disturbed as if something had just been there and you felt your heart drop as you clung to him.

“Yunho, what’s going on?!”

“I-It’s n-”

“Don’t say it’s nothing!” Yunho looked stunned as you turned back to him quickly, tears welling in your eyes. “What is that? Why do I keep hearing music? It’s freaking me out, what else is in here?”

Yunho looked past you again before meeting your gaze, his full of anxiety. “I-I- can’t-”

“Yunho!” you cried. “I’m really freaking out! Please!”

“I-I-” Yunho gazed towards the water again, making the strange noises. You moved behind him as he sat up, peering over his shoulder as the water rippled and bubbled. A whimper left your throat as a hand slid out of the water and placed itself on the moss.

A head broke through the surface of the water. His hair was silvery blonde and his gaze piercing as he peeked out of the small pool, his other hand coming out of the water as well. His skin seemed pearlescent, almost glowing in the warm light and he regarded you silently, the bottom half of his face still hidden underwater.

“Th-This is Yeosang,” Yunho said. “H-He lives here too.”

Yeosang moved a little higher, saying something in what you now assumed was his language before meeting your gaze.

“I am sorry I scared you,” his tone was apologetic, even through an accent you’d never heard before. “The music… can help with sleep.”

You couldn’t seem to find any words other than “what are you?”

Yeosang looked at Yunho nervously.

“He’s a-a- I think you call it a nymph?” Yunho said. Yeosang muttered “nymph,” as if trying to remember the word. “He won’t hurt you. I- I’m sorry you couldn’t meet until now. He tends to be really shy around people.”

Perhaps true to form as you shifted around Yunho, Yeosang dipped lower in the water instinctively, before coming back up. He seemed to think for a moment before reaching out a hand nervously towards you. You looked at Yunho and took in his encouraging smile before crawling forwards and taking his hand.

You gasped as a rush ran through you, like being doused in water, yet you were still dry. A feeling of calm took over your senses and Yeosang smiled nervously.

“I hope… I hope we can be friends?” he said, the end lifting like a question.

“I think we can,” you breathed.

#in bloom #ateez imagines #ateez smut #yunho imagines #yunho smut #jeong yunho imagines #jeong yunho smut #lmao its late #and yet i wanna make a time stamp too lmao #i hope y'all like this part!

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