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jazzthatonewriterchick · 8 months ago

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Babysitting Has Its Perks (Choso x Dabi x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Big Bro!Choso x Black!Fem!Reader x Big Bro!Dabi

Synopsis: You’ve been babysitting kids as a side hustle for a while now to get extra money. You have your regulars, one of them being a doctor’s cute little son Yuji. Though the pay is good, you admit that the main reason you come back to babysit the kid is because of his sexy older brother Choso. On Halloween, when Choso gets caught up in a pinch, he hits you up last minute to babysit Yuji and his bandmate’s little brother. You think this will be an easy night…until you meet Choso’s bandmate Dabi…and you decide to wear a bunny costume…and you realize just how much your secret crush and his hot friend love bunny girls.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Musician!Choso + Dabi; Big Bro/Family AU; Band AU; Nerdy!Reader; Highkey Flirting; Weed + Alcohol Consumption; High + Drunk Sex; Dubcon; R*pe; Threesome; Sex Tape; Facefucking; Cunnilingus; Fingering; Nipple Sucking; Double Deepthroat; Choso + Dabi Got Big Cocks; Degradation/Praise; Dom!Choso + Dabi/sub!Reader; Roleplay; Doggystyle; NO CONDOM; Reader Cums 2x; Facials; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I’ve had this nasty little idea for a hot minute now tee hee!! 🤭 Originally, it was supposed to be just a Choso one shot, but then I thought “Damn….it’d be so hot if Dabi did this too”. So I made a lil crossover one shot for spooky day. I hope y’all enjoy! -Jazz 💋💋

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“Are you my big bro’s girlfriend?”

This was the first thing little Yuji asked you the first time you showed up to babysit him. You stood on the steps of the white picket-fenced house belonging to Nanami Kento, a busy doctor who sought you out for your babysitting services on your LinkedIn.

It was September then and a mild night that only called for light layers. You were dressed in a cardigan that you paired with a clingy, white baby tee, hip-hugging jeggings, and flats. You wanted to be casual but still mild mannered since you were at a doctor’s home. You had giggled at the boy’s cuteness and replied, “Close. I’m your new babysitter!”

The little pink-haired boy with the rosy cheeks and a gap tooth had grinned happily at you before turning around and yelling, “CHOSO, YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS MY NEW BABYSITTER!”

“YUJI!” someone yelled back. You had giggled at Yuji’s antics until you actually saw Choso for the first time and started thinking that maybe being confused for his girlfriend wasn’t such a bad thing. As soon as he came to the door in his sweats and polo socks, your smile fell.

The man was fine. He had a face straight out of a dream with his black hair in two spiked ponytails that reminded you so much of Garu from your favorite cartoon ‘Pucca’. He was tall and big, much bigger than you thanks to your cursed short stack height, with broad shoulders and big arms roped in tattoo sleeves that started at his shoulders and cascaded down to his wrists. His thick fingers were coated in metal rings and his nails were painted black.

You thought briefly of what they’d feel like wrapped around your throat or…somewhere else.

The man was also shirtless. His porcelain skin looked soft to the touch, only touched by some tattoos here and there that added to his sexiness. There was one of Yuji’s name on his collarbone; a black heart with a knife jutting out of it on his right neck near his pierced nipple, a silver ball glinting back at you from both of the pebbled, pink peaks; a serpent slithering from his narrow left hip bone down, down, down under the waistband of his sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips, revealing his smooth, toned stomach and V-line.

You must’ve been standing there looking like a damn idiot because Yuji tugged on your hand. “Hellooo?” he sang. “Hey, are you okay?”

You blinked, suddenly back in your body after going up and beyond. Choso was also staring at you, his pierced brow raised in confusion.

“O-Oh, yeah!” you squeaked, wincing at your high-pitched voice. Quickly, you fixed your glasses and cleared your throat. “Yeah, sorry, m’fine. I-I’m—"

“The new babysitter,” Choso finished, his lips quirking into a small smile. His bottom lip looked so plump and soft, pierced with a silver ring you wanted to tug on. “Yeah, my dad told me about you. Sorry about…” He motioned down his bare upper torso, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.

His blush was so attractive that you nearly melted at his feet. He was so endearing and so sexy. “I was changin’ and wanted to stop this rugrat from answerin’ the door when he’s not supposed to.” He tugged on Yuji’s ear, making the boy giggle and swat at his hand. “Y/N, right?”

Realizing he was asking you your name, your brain stopped short-cuiriting for a moment to answer. “Y-Yeah,” you stammered. “And you’re—“

“Choso,” a deep, firm voice said from inside, prompting Choso to roll his pretty, violet eyes. “What did I tell you about answering the door without a shirt on?”

The older brother turned to the even finer blonde who came to the door in a pristinely clean tailored suit. “I only did that one other time ‘cause of those stupid kids prankin’ us,” he scoffs. “Lock the doors next time so Yuji doesn’t answer.”

Nanami went to argue back, but realizing you were standing there awkwardly, he stopped. “Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were here this early.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” you replied as he and Choso let you into their tasteful, cozy home, Choso holding a giggling Yuji under his arm like a puppy. “I know you have a doctors’ dinner to go to, so I figured I’d come early.”

“Not at all,” Nanami sighs, sounding relieved. “I thank you for that. Please come in.” You did so and you were officially introduced to Nanami’s two boys, little Yuji and his big brother Choso before Nanami left for a doctors’ banquet.

Choso was in a rock band as a drummer and songwriter, so he had to leave too for a gig. Yuji had begged and pleaded to go with him to which Choso reminded him that kids aren’t allowed in 21+ spaces. As soon as you discovered that he was in a band, you were way more intrigued to know Yuji’s sexy, 6-foot-something brother.

No wonder he had such big arms! You’d glad let him wrap those guns around you and squeeze your head like a melon, giving it a personal bear hug. However, you kept your deviant thoughts to yourself.

You were professional. You were good. You were…kinda nerdy. You’d like to think your profile pic of you in your glasses was what gave Nanami the final impression to hire you as his personal babysitter. Since he is a busy doctor and Choso is a busier musician, someone had to look after little Yuji.

That night, you and Yuji played games, watched cartoons, and you ordered pizza and French fries for him that you both scarfed down with some orange soda (Yuji’s favorite). When Nanami came home, he paid you handsomely and thanked you again for watching his son.

Since that night a month ago, you’ve been Yuji’s personal babysitter. You watch him most weekdays when everyone is at work or on Saturday nights if no one else is around. Out of all of the kids you currently babysit, he’s your favorite. He is just too stinking cute!

You love babysitting that boy, plus the money is great. As a college girl, you need it. But there is also one more perk to your babysitting service that you refuse to admit. You feel like a pervert even thinking it, but getting an eyeful of Choso every time you walk into his house is more than enough for you to stay.

Your pathetic crush on the drummer has grown since the first night you met him. You can’t help it! Not only is he cute, but he’s also a great brother to Yuji. Seeing him goof around and tickle the tiny boy is enough to make you want to be bred by him and have his babies.

He fills your thoughts at night, prompting you to cum on your fingers and use your trusty rose until you’re sobbing his name into your pillow. You’ve thought so many times about asking him out or attending one of his shows. You want him bad like a habit…

But you won’t dare say anything. This is your job! You could fuck up some good money just because you want to fuck the kid you babysit’s big brother. And you won’t dare do that to yourself or Nanami who trusts you with his child. So you bite back your feelings and admire Choso from afar….until one night.

On a cool Halloween with autumn finally here and the leaves crunching under your feet, you leave a local cafe, your other part time job, and arrive at an empty house. Your mom is working overnight at the hospital as a nurse and has left you to your own devices. You know she’ll be late since it’s Halloween which means endless hours of greasy takeout, reading, spooky movies, and private time with your toy. No Halloween parties for you.

After changing out of your clothes, tying your kinky hair in a quick puff, and taking a hot shower with your cinnamon roll-scented body wash, you wrap yourself in a towel and head to your room to begin your quiet night in when your phone rings.

When you check your phone, you nearly drop it at the caller ID. Choso. He gave you his number along with Nanami for work purposes and to contact him if anything went wrong while you babysat Yuji. You take a deep breath to ease your vigorously pounding heart. ‘Just be cool, bitch. You know him. He’s just the older brother of the kid you babysit.’

After some seconds of mental preparations, you answer and clear your throat. “HHello?” you breathlessly stammer, very clearly affected by Choso’s call.

‘Fuck!’

“Hey, Y/N, it’s me, Choso,” he answers, his voice causing a warm feeling to curl in your core. He has such a sexy voice. “Of course, it’s me. You’ve got my number. Sorry, forget I said that.” He sighs, sounding like he’s fed up with himself the way you are with yourself.

He becomes even more endearing and much more boyfriend material-y right there. “It’s cool,” you giggle, lying back on your bed in your towel. “What’s goin’ on? Is Yuji okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” he replies with a chuckle. “He’s been askin’ about you. I swear the kid’s got a crush on you.” You laugh, taking your hair out of your scrunchie and running a hand through your kinks. “Well, he’s a wonderful kid.” And you mean it. Yuji is so goofy and sweet and listens to everything you say, probably because Nanami made him promise to. Either way, he’s a joy to take care of.

“Listen,” Choso begins, sounding uncertain, “I feel really bad for askin’ you this, but…are you doin’ anythin’ tonight?” Your brain suddenly short circuits and your cool bedroom feels stuffy and hot. “Uh….n-no,” you stammer. “Just at home watchin’ Halloween movies and stuff, but that’s it. I just got off from work at the cafe.” You hope that didn’t sound too lame.

“Oh, I forgot you had another job,” Choso tsks, sounding stressed out. “Shit, I’ll probably just have to cancel then.” You sit up now, concerned. “What? What’s goin’ on?”

Choso sighs once more and you feel bad for the guy. He sounds positively frustrated. “My dad is out of town until tomorrow for a doctor’s conference and I was put in charge of watchin’ Yuji, but I forgot I got a gig for a Halloween show at a bar tonight. One of my bandmates is already here and we need to leave in, like, two hours.”

“Oh, okay!” you immediately perk at the chance to see him and make more money. “I can be over there in, like, twenty minutes.”

He lightly laughs at your eagerness. ”Well, before you say yes, there’s a catch: my bandmate Dabi needs someone to watch his kid brother too. He’s the same age as Yuji but very quiet and chill, won’t give you any trouble. If you’re okay with watchin’ two kids at the same time, we’d really appreciate it and pay you double when we get home from the gig.”

You don’t even have to think it over. “I’ve watched five kids at once before. I can handle two. I’ll be over there in twenty.” Choso exhales in relief. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re a lifesaver,” he sighs. “I could fuckin’ kiss you right now. Oh, and Yuji and Dabi’s brother are goin’ trick-or-treating tonight if you wanna go with ‘em. See you over here soon and thank you!”

He hangs up before you can make a fool out of yourself over the ‘kiss you’ line. When you take the phone away from your ear, your face is flaming. Quickly, you hurry to brush your teeth, slather on some deodorant, and drown yourself in your favorite vanilla coco body mist that makes you smell like a baked goodie.

Then you dig into your closet for a costume for the kids. You find your costume from last year—fluffy, white bunny ears and a cotton tail. Basic, but it’ll do. You pair it with a white, body-con bodysuit, a skirt that stops mid-thigh, some stockings, and Mary Jane shoes. After applying some Fenty Gloss and mascara, you finally feel cute enough. Quickly, you grab your coat, phone, and bag before heading to your car.

Nanami’s house is only a ten-minute drive, so you get there by 7:45 PM. After parking, you hurry to the front door and ring the doorbell, mentally preparing yourself for another shirtless Choso (hopefully). But to your shock, it isn’t Choso who answers the door.

This man is fine if not finer than Choso. He is just as tall and slightly lanky but sinewy with muscle that is exposed underneath his loose-fitted tank top. He is all tattoos—roping up and down his arms, across his chest, on his thick neck.

Piercings, too. You can see two silver balls glinting through the exposed armholes of his tank puncturing his pink nipples. His left eyebrow and bottom lip are pierced too, giving him an almost dangerous look. The jet-black hair, ripped jeans, boots, and piercing blue eyes are the icing on the cake. He is the damn poster child for the guy good girls shouldn’t want.

His eyes lazily trail up and down your form as he leans against the doorframe. “So,” he says in a raspy drawl that nearly steals your panties, “you’re the little babysitter Choso’s been talkin’ ‘bout. Y/N, right?”

You struggle to find your voice. You feel so small and bug-like standing before such a man. You feel uncomfortable yet aroused, your panties tightening beneath your skirt. “Y-Yeah,” you stutter, gulping. “Dabi?”

He nods, the corner of his mouth tilting upward. “The guitarist,” he explains. “Sorry to interrupt your night, but we’re in a pinch. Somebody had to watch our kid brothers and apparently, you fit the bill.” His eyes roam up to your ears before trailing down your body, checking out your outfit. “Clearly.” You don’t know if you should’ve worn your skirt or not now.

“Dabi, stop flirtin’ with my babysitter!” Choso yells from inside before showing himself. Just as you hoped, he is shirtless except for a mesh top that shows off his impressive upper torso and tatted skin, jeans, and boots. His spiked hair is down for tonight and his eyes are rimmed in black liner.

It’s like the universe is playing a cruel joke on you putting you here with two sexy guys despite your awkward ass. “Hey, Y/N,” Choso greets you, flashing those whites at you. “Come in. Yuji is changin’ into his costume and Shoto is right here.”

He practically yanks Dabi out of the way to let you inside. Sitting on the couch is a little boy with multi-colored red and white hair and blue eyes like Dabi dressed in a vampire costume. You nearly swoon from the cuteness. He stares at you mutely as you come into the house.

“Sho, this is Y/N,” Dabi says, nodding at you. “She’s your babysitter for tonight. You say hello?” The little boy mutely looks at you. “Hi,” he says in a soft, bland voice. You wave at him, keeping a bright smile on your face.

“He’s a lil’ shy, but he won’t give you no trouble,” Dabi whispers as Shoto eats some carrot sticks. “Thanks again for doin’ this. I would’ve asked my siblings, but my brother is a big-time athlete and my sis is an overnight nurse.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” you say, offering a kind smile. “I wasn’t doing much tonight anyways.” Dabi’s brows raise curiously and you immediately know that this was the wrong thing to say. “On Halloween? What, no parties or nothin’?”

You slowly shake your head, nervously smiling. “I just got off work earlier when Choso called…a-and I’m not much of a party person.” It’s so lame, but it’s true. You much prefer your books and solitude to sweaty bodies and drunk messes.

“Really?” Dabi asks, sounding humored. “Then that’s some outfit. You wear that for the kids?” His eyes, as blue as Arctic water, intensely stare at you like he’s attempting to turn you into a puddle.

Before you can think of an answer, footsteps thud down the stairs and you all turn to see Yuji in a Spider-Man costume. “Look, Y/N! I’m your friendly neighborhood Spidey!” He jumps down, lands on the bottom step, and hits a squatting pose.

You clap your hands at his superhero landing. “You look amazing, Yuji!” you squeal. “You and Shoto are gonna get sooo much candy!”

Choso walks up to Yuji with a backpack and a leather jacket, checking his water. “We’ve gotta go, squirt,” he says, ruffling Yuji’s pink hair. “Be good for Y/N and don’t eat all your candy unless you wanna be on the shitter, okay?”

Yuji giggles hysterically, slapping Choso’s arm. “You said a bad word, Chosi!” His big brother puts a finger to his lips before turning to you. “Thanks again for doin’ this. A couple of kids will be over soon to go trick-or-treatin’ with them around the block, so just let ‘em in.”

You nod, sending Choso and Dabi off with a wave from the door along with Yuji and Shoto. Five minutes later, four little kids come walking up to the door wearing costumes—a green-haired, freckle-faced ghost, a platinum-blonde werewolf, a brunette little girl dressed like Gwen Stacy, and a black-haired Venom.

“Well,” you coo, smiling at the group, “look what we have here! Are y’all Yuji and Shoto’s friends?” The ghost and Gwen Stacy nod. “Is Shoto here?” the ghost asks. “We’re here to go trick-or-treating with him!”

“Yuji too,” Gwen Stacy adds. “He’s trying to beat Megumi for the most candy bars.” She nudges Venom—Megumi—who rolls his eyes.

“Well, let me go get ‘em and we’ll go together,” you say before hurrying to scoop up your boys. Once everyone has their candy bags together, you lock the door with the key Choso left for you. “Now, let’s get some candy!” You shout, earning some cheers before Yuji and the werewolf—who you learn is Bakugou—race off to the first house.

For the next two ½ hours, you slowly walk behind the group from house to house, knocking on doors for candy, keeping the kids out of the street, and politely declining pervy men who take interest in your costume.

By the time you get home, you’re exhausted and trick-or-treating kids have long since gone home. Shoto’s brother Natsu comes to pick up Shoto to bring him home while you put Yuji to bed after too much candy. For the rest of your time there before Choso and Dabi return, you clean up wrappers, read your book, scrolling through Pinterest, and watch horror movies.

By midnight, you’ve fallen asleep on the couch in your costume, and the end credits to ‘Coraline’ on the TV. When you hear the door click open, you shoot up in surprise, your bunny ears falling off of your head and drool dripping down your chin.

The door cracks open, revealing Dabi smoking a cigarette. “Oops,” he chuckles, grinning at you. “Looks like we woke the bunny.”

Quickly, you wipe the spit off of your face and fix your bunny ears, blushing in embarrassment. You didn’t realize you fell asleep. Choso walks in the house with him, smelling of cigarette smoke and sweat. He gives you a warm smile as he shuts the door. “Hey, you. How were they?”

You smile and stand, smoothing out your skirt. “Like little angels. Yuji is asleep and Shoto was picked up by his brother.” Dabi rolls his eyes at the mention of Natsu as he stubs his cigarette out in an ashtray on the coffee table near your leg. “Yeah, the asshole called and told me to crash here tonight ‘cause he knows I’m fucked up.”

Now that he’s closer, you can see the slightly unfocused look in his blue eyes that can only be accomplished with alcohol. “I’m guessing the gig went well?” The guitarist nods, moving to sit on the couch where you just once were. “Well, we made a bunch of money and signed some titties, so yeah.”

Choso rolls his eyes, chucking a pillow at him. Dabi catches it with one hand. “Shut up. Speakin’ of money…”

He digs into his bag for his phone and clicks a couple buttons. Seconds later, your phone dings with a CashApp alert for $550. “From Dabi and me to you for your services,” he says, giving you a wink that makes your stomach flip.

“Oh, it was no problem, really!” you say with a reassuring smile, though your body sings with joy over the money.

Choso walks over to the couch and plops down with a tired huff, throwing his boots up on the table with Dabi’s. “So you goin’ home?” he curiously asks. “Y’know, you’re welcome to crash here tonight till tomorrow. The streets are packed tonight and those ears might attract the wrong crowd.”

He gives you a joking smirk, evident that he’s kidding. Dabi snickers as he rises from the couch, passing by you with a glint in his eye that makes you feel as if he isn’t joking. “Like we aren’t?” he asks, his voice causing chills to slither down your spine like a snake.

He walks to the kitchen, his walk lazy and slow like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Choso sits on the couch, arms slung over the back and his thighs pried open as if attempting to convince you to stay. “Thanks, but I couldn’t.” You pause, grabbing your bag. “I don’t wanna overstep or—“

“Please,” he scoffs, cutting you off. “You’ve been watchin’ my kid brother for a month! You’re practically family. Plus, we’ve got beer and some weed if you smoke.” Dabi comes back minutes later with three beer bottles, chilled and appetizing. “We’re celebratin’,” he announces with a crooked smirk as he sits down next to Choso.

“An hour then? Just to wait out the traffic?” Choso suggests as Dabi passes him a bottle. You watch the guitarist slip a baggie of marijuana out of his back pocket along with a pack of papers. “But only if you feel comfortable,” Choso adds as if sensing your apprehension.

The two make it a point to leave a space for you between them. You gnaw on your bottom lip, gripping the strap to your bag. You know if you say yes then a world of trouble could open up for you…but you also don’t want to say no. They haven’t done anything to make you feel uncomfortable or uneasy. “Just an hour,” you decide. “I’ll take a beer.”

You slowly place your bag within arm’s reach and sit between them, keeping your thighs clenched tight together and your hands in your lap. You sit rigidly, unsure of what to do. “I didn’t think you drank,” Dabi comments, sounding interested. “You don’t look the type.”

He pops the cap off of the bottle with his teeth before handing it to you. “Ignore him,” Choso says, smirking at his friend. “He teases, but he’s got a thing for the glasses.” You take a sip of the beer to calm your frazzled nerves, the different scents of the two men—cologne, cigarettes, some kind of spicy-smelling soap—mingling into one intoxicating mixture.

“You mean nerdy girls,” you correct him, cracking a smile. “It’s okay, I know I’m a nerd.” Choso laughs, taking a sip of his beer. “Nothin’ wrong with that. I think it’s cool.”

His cheeks glow with a slight blush that somehow turns you on. Dabi snorts from beside you, gently sprinkling crushed weed into one of the papers on the coffee table. “You mean hot. Don’t try to front.” Choso gives him the finger. “Shut the fuck up and roll the damn blunt, asshole.”

Dabi gives him the bird right back but continues to roll his blunt. You watch his fingers expertly work to pinch, roll, squeeze. You would think he’d be good with his hands since he’s a guitarist. They’d probably feel so good inside of you, curling up against that spot that would make you see stars.

“Wanna hit?” he suddenly asks. You blink, realizing that he’s talking to you. He holds the blunt between his forefinger and thumb, smoke billowing from between his lips. You grow hot suddenly, both out of embarrassment for fading out on him because of your dirty mind and uncertainty. “O-Oh, I’ve never…”

Dabi’s brows raise. “You never had weed before? Not even an eddy?”

It doesn’t take a village idiot to figure out that he means an edible. You slowly shake your head, glowing with embarrassment over your squareness. The guitarist breaks into a humored and interested smile like a wolf who realizes he’s got his prey. “Well, shit, aren’t you proper. We’ve gotta fix that.”

“Dabi, don’t corrupt her,” Choso barks. “She’s still our babysitter.”

The guitarist shoots him a bored look. “And she deserves some relaxation after a long, gruelin’ day.” He turns to you, his blue eyes a sea of sin and hot promises. “Don’t you, bunny?” he whispers before puffing on the blunt.

You watch him wrap his lips around the blunt and his cheeks hollow as he inhales. When he pulls away, he puckers his lips and sends an O-shaped smoke ring floating out from between them as well as releasing a steady stream out of his nostrils. He then turns and hands it to you.

With a gulp, you take it and hold it to your wavering lips. You look at Choso for help who is happy to assist with his words: “Inhale slow, hold, and then exhale.”

You do as he says and wrap your lips around the blunt before slowly inhaling. As soon as the smoke invades your lungs, you hold it and then slowly exhale. Though you cough a bit, making the bandmates laugh, the weed already takes effect and makes you feel light, fuzzy, and warm.

“Good girl,” Dabi draws, watching you with a rather predatory gaze. “So she listens, too.” Choso watches you too, creating a very uncomfortable feeling for you in your stomach that you stupidly try to squash with some more beer.

“S-So…uh, tell me about your show tonight,” you stammer, wanting desperately to change the subject and take this situation somewhere less risky.

They respect your decision and tell you about their night playing in a small, sweat-and-alcohol-soaked bar. They also talk about you, asking you about classes, work, your hobbies. You initially feel uncomfortable talking about yourself, but the more you drink and the more you puff on Dabi’s blunt, the less harder it becomes.

You should’ve stopped at one puff. You should’ve stopped after a few sips of beer too. But it’s too late for you now. The weed and the alcohol work their magic on you before you even realize it.

Everything around you feels fuzzy and your skin feels tingly. Choso and Dabi’s voices are thick in your eardrums which feel as if they are stuffed with cotton. You can’t quite comprehend everything they say because they sound so far away and your brain is processing everything at a glacial pace.

You slump against the couch, your eyes fluttering closed and your head feeling heavy. You want to sleep. You want to shut off the movie playing—some 90s slasher flick that Choso put on—, stick your head under the covers, and be plunged into darkness. “Y/N?” Choso asks. “Baby, you still here with us?” He is suddenly closer to you, his hand on your knee. It feels warm and makes your body tingle…especially one part in particular.

Dabi sounds closer too. He’s actually moved closer to you and you just didn’t realize it. When you open your eyes to stare into his piercing, blue ones, he smiles. “Ooooh, the weed’s got her,” he chuckles. “Look at those eyes. She’s gone.” Choso stares at you worriedly, keeping his hand on your knee.

In contrast, Dabi is more daring and lays his hand on your thigh. The surprise contact causes you to giggle, nervously and shyly. The weed has created a thick fog around you where everything feels good and nice. “You’re both so pretty,” you deliriously say. “So sexy.”

Despite your sluggish mind, you know you weren’t supposed to say that. Choso and Dabi share a look, one that you can’t identify. The guitarist smirks at you, his hand trailing farther up your thigh and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh, yeah, baby? We think you’re sexy too.” His other hand moves to cup your chin, emitting a small gasp from you. “And pretty…so goddamn pretty.”

His thumb gently pries your bottom lip down, showing him your teeth. He watches intently as the plump flesh pops back into place, his pupils dilating at the sight. He is so close…too close.

You don’t know what to do. Your heart hammers rapidly against your ribcage as he leans in. Or do you lean in? You can’t remember quite well when his lips are on yours.

You squeak in surprise, your shoulders tensing. It’s the only movement you can make with his hands on you. You’re like a terrified rabbit frozen in place as his hand grips your jaw, keeping you still as his mouth envelops yours. His lips are soft yet rough and demanding, practically bruising your lips as he kisses the lipgloss off of them. His piercing is cool against your tongue which swirls against his, only because he demands it. You felt it swipe against your bottom lip at one point, forcing himself inside of your mouth.

You’ve never been kissed in such a way before. Dabi takes and takes and takes yet forces you to take what he gives you. His hands find your ass, trailing up underneath your skirt, drawing a soft moan out of you. “You like that, baby?” he murmurs against your lips. “I knew you wanted this. It was just a matter of time.”

“Mmm-mmm.” This is all you can say or even utter as his tongue dances with yours, giving you a taste of his piercing dug into the pink muscle. His hands squeeze your ass so hard that it hurts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. You’re helpless to stop him.

You become even more helpless in the situation when you suddenly feel another set of hands on you caressing your body. “Don’t be fuckin’ greedy, Dabi,” Choso growls. “This is my house, remember?”

Dabi pulls away and gives his friend a cocky smirk just as Choso’s hand presses against your cheek. He turns you to face him and his eyes, hooded from the weed and lust. “C-Choso…”

All you can utter out is a soft exhale of his name before his lips covers yours, swooping you up in a hot, wanton kiss. His kiss is less rough than Dabi’s, but it’s just as sloppy, your tongues hotly swirling with each others. At one point, Choso sucks on your tongue and stares into your eyes as he does it, leaving you a panting, wet mess.

“You taste so good,” he whispers. “I’ve been wantin’ this for so long, baby. You have no idea.”

His hands cup your cheeks, bringing you in for more. You find yourself pressed against him and Dabi both, their bodies like brick walls trapping you between them. “I think she has too. Why else would she wear such a slutty lil’ outfit?” His hands trail up your bodysuit, cupping your tits over the fabric. “I bet you wore this just for us, didn’t you, slutty girl?”

He begins roughly massaging your breasts, causing goose pimples to explode over your skin as Choso kisses your neck. You whimper at Dabi’s degrading words. “I-I’m not a—“

You’re cut off with your own gasp as Dabi pinches each of your nipples through the bodysuit, sending sparks of pain throughout your nerve endings. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls. “That’s what they all fuckin’ say until they’ve got a cock in front of ‘em…and I bet that’s what you really want, ain’t it, bunny?” He leans in and trails his tongue down your neck, creating a line of his saliva on your skin.

A soft moan escapes you as Choso begins playing with your left ear, gently nibbling along your earlobe. Dabi follows suit and plays with your right until both of them are teasing your ears with kisses, licks, nibbles, and moans that have you squirming between them.

Your body feels like it’s overheating and your pussy…you’ve never been so wet before. Is it from the weed? The alcohol? Them?

Choso trails a hand between your thighs, prying them apart to get a feel of your panties. “You look so cute in this costume, baby…so fuckin’ cute.” His index and middle fingers press into your panties, making your toes curl. “Choso, please,” you whine.

He pulls away from your ear, staring deeply into your eyes. “What is it, baby?” he asks. “What do you need? You want us to stop?”

You blink at him, overwhelmed and hornier than you’ve ever been in your life. “I….I….” You don’t know what you want or need. You want to leave, but you also don’t. It feels wrong, but also so right.

Dabi disagrees, yanking the straps to your bodysuit down. You yelp as your tits fall out and are exposed to the two musicians who ogle at them. “Her body ain’t sayin’ no,” he chuckles. “Check out these tits. Look at how hard these nipples are.” He begins to slurp your nipples, his tongue and teeth running over the sensitive peaks.

You gasp, biting your lip as Choso begins stroking you through your panties that continue to secrete moisture. “Fuck, babe, look at you,” he sighs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You need attention, don’t you?”

Dabi bites your nipple, sending shocks of pain throughout your body. “Ah!” you cry out. “W-Wait! Yuji might hear us!” Choso chuckles, still stroking, “He won’t. That kid can sleep through a murder.” Dabi tears himself away from you, glaring. “Now shut the fuck up and open your legs for us.”

With your nerves frazzled, you slowly open your legs…with some help. Choso and Dabi’s big hands pry you open to reveal your soaked panties underneath your skirt. “Just as I thought,” the guitarist tuts. “Look at how wet she is for us, bro. She barely knows us and yet, here she is with a soaked fuckin’ pussy.”

He pries your panties to the side, revealing your puffy, pretty, wet cunt to them both. You gasp as the cold air hits your sensitive skin. “Wow, baby,” Choso says in awe, his eyes slightly wide. “You’re so, so wet for us. Good enough to taste.” He sucks on his index and middle fingers before proceeding to gently rub your clit.

Two other fingers do the same, rubbing up and down your slit. “Good enough to eat,” Dabi adds. “You’d love that wouldn’t you, bunny? You want the big, bad wolves to eat you right up, don’t you?” He sinks his fingers into your pussy, just stopping at his fingertips.

You moan, gripping the duo’s big, beefy arms for dear life as the two play with your gushing pussy. “Fuck!” you gasp. What else can you say?

Dabi tsks disappointedly, teasing you further by curling his fingers up. “That ain’t an answer, baby girl.” Combined with his fingers shallowly fucking you and Choso rubbing your clit, you can’t process anything but how good you feel. “Yes! Yes, please!” You whine, your toes curling in your Mary Jane’s.

Like a killer who has caught his next victim, Dabi grins. He slides his digits out of you, sucks your wetness off of them, and slinks off of the couch to kneel in front of you. “Keep these fuckin’ thighs open,” he demands, eyes glaring into Choso’s. “I don’t want her doin’ shit while I’ve got my tongue in her.”

Choso grips your left leg and pins it open while Dabi takes the right until you’re completely open and exposed to Dabi’s pierced tongue. “Look over here, baby. Look at what you’ve done to me.”

Choso turns your face to meet him where he is fumbling to unzip his pants with his other hand. You watch him peel down his briefs to reveal his happy trail and a very hard, very pretty, very much throbbing and dripping cock.

Dabi nips at your thigh, scowling at you. “Well, don’t just leave him like that,” he scolds. “Stroke that dick. Take some fuckin’ accountability.”

With a shaky hand, you wrap your hand around Choso’s cock and begin to stroke it while Dabi begins to sloppily eat your pussy.

You and Choso moan at the same time, both of you overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. Dabi’s tongue is skilled, teasing your folds as he slides it along your slit and up to your clit. You stroke Choso’s cock in time with his bandmate’s tongue strokes, trying to focus on two things at the same time.

“Shit,” Choso groans. “You’re so good at this, baby girl, fuck…”

His cute face is etched with pleasure, his eyes hooded and his cheeks flushed as he stares at you pumping his cock. Dabi stares too, still slurping away at your cunt. When the silver ball in his tongue hits your clit, you jump and let out a squeak. “You like that tongue piercing, huh?” he cackles. “Such a little slut. You can’t get enough of this.”

As he dives back down and sucks on your clit, he gently begins to finger you, aiming upward as he strokes your walls. You toss your head back at the euphoric feeling, your brain growing fuzzy. “Watch Dabi eat that pussy, baby,” Choso coos. “But don’t get too distracted.”

You don’t know if you can help that. The way Dabi is sloppily eating you out and finger-fucking you is too much for you to not focus on.

You finally cannot take anymore and let every loud, bottled sound inside of you escape as Choso plays with your breasts and Dabi sucks on your clit. “O-Oh, my God!” you cry out. “Fuck, fuck yes!”

The guitarist flinches, scowling up at you. “Plug up that hole, would ya?” He asks Choso, annoyed. He then goes back to fingering you, a slight, wet sound leaving your pussy as he coats his digit in your juices.

You suddenly feel a hand on your head and Choso’s deep, soft eyes are staring into yours. “Open wide, bunny. I’ve gotta keep you quiet.” He gently pushes you down towards his hard dick standing at attention for you. “You wouldn’t want Yuji to come down and find you like this, right?”

Instinctively, you open your mouth and cover your teeth with your pillowy-soft lips to avoid scraping Choso as his cock sinks into your mouth. “No ‘cause you’re a good girl,” he pants. “You’re my good, sweet fuckin’ girl. Fuck, baby, your mouth is so good!”

He proceeds to fuck up into your mouth, using it as just a fleshlight. A toy. And you allow it. Drool drips from your mouth and down his balls as he continues to assault your mouth, soon sinking deeper and deeper into your throat. You gag a few times and nearly feel triggered to throw up, but you just remember to breathe through your nose. Breathe.

Soon, it becomes easier for you to take Choso’s hard cock down your throat. Dabi watches, still fingering you. “Ooooh, she’s good at that,” he chuckles. “Look at her workin’ that mouth.” He hums in arousal to himself, palming himself between your legs, unbeknown to you. “Fuckin’ little cockslut is gettin’ me rock hard.”

Choso chuckles, his laugh breathless as he fucks your mouth like the hole that it is. His hole. Dabi presses a kiss to your clit, emitting a whimper from you. “Does our little bunny need two big carrots tonight?” he smirkingly asks. Choso pulls his cock, wet with your spit, out of your mouth, allowing you to take a proper breath.

“Oh, I think you do,” Dabi answers for you, “and you’re gonna fuckin’ take ‘em.”

He suddenly stands up between your legs, looking down at you as if you’re nothing more than a cock sleeve for his own use. “Get on your knees and look up at us,” he demands. You look at Choso for help, but he looks too lustful and sex-drunk to even begin to think about rescuing you.

On wobbly legs, you get off of the couch and sit on the floor on your knees. You stare up at Choso and Dabi, suddenly staring at two different cocks. Different in length. Different in girth. But still hard and throbbing. In addition, Dabi’s cock is pierced just at the underside of the head which drips in pre-cum for you.

You bite your lip as you stare up at them, kneeling in just your skirt, stockings, and shoes with your tits out, your pussy wet, and your lips coated in spit. The duo look as if they have fallen in love with you. Dabi cocks his head to the side as he slides something out of his back pocket. “Now that’s a sight.”

You close your eyes, humiliated and embarrassed by this moment, but also by how aroused you are. Your pussy has never been wetter than now sitting in front of these two men that you barely know, letting them see you naked and use you like a—

Click!

You open your eyes as a flash goes off and realize in horror that Dabi has his cell phone out. And he’s taking photos of you. “N-No!” you gasp, covering your breasts. “Don’t!”

Click!

Dabi rolls his eyes at you, still keeping the camera on. “Relaaaax. Nobody is seein’ this beauty but me and your little boyfriend.” He nudges Choso who is busy stroking himself at the sight of you, looking like he wants to eat you the fuck up.

He and Dabi get closer to your face, holding their cocks for you. “Nuzzle ‘em,” Dabi orders. “Put those cute little lips on us.”

Feeling like you have no choice, you do as ordered and nuzzle, kiss, and lick up their cocks. You bump your nose against their bulbous heads, run your lips down their shafts, and gently suck on their balls. The two groan in encouragement at your ministrations, hypnotized.

“You look so cute like this, baby,” Choso moans. “I need to see my cock in your mouth.”

He grabs your hair and, without warning, sinks into your mouth to fuck it dumb. “Fuck!” He groans. “You’re so good at suckin’ my cock, baby.” You have no choice but to breathe and let him do as he wants, your eyes watering from the ache in your jaw and your that button in your throat being triggered.

Dabi watches you, his phone in your face and the blinding, white light of his camera in your eyes. “C’mooon, you can fuck her mouth harder than that, can’tcha?”

Choso glares into the lens as he grips your hair harder. “Fuck you,” he growls but ends up fucking your mouth a little rougher anyway. You gag and sloppily gurgle around his dick as he pounds your throat like it’s your pussy, gripping your hair for leverage.

Dabi grins at his bandmate, enjoying the scene before him. “No thanks,” he cackles. “You ain’t my type, but this little doll is.” He taps his cock against your cheek to get your attention. “Look into the camera, bunny. You love bein’ our little toy, don’t you?”

You squint into the blinding light as Choso pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving a strand of saliva in his wake. “Slutty little thing,” Dabi whistles. “Now it’s my turn. Get it on camera, will ya?” He passes Choso his phone before roughly yanking you towards his cock by your hair.

With a gasp, your mouth falls onto his cock. He is just as rough, aggressive, and desperate as Choso as he fucks your throat, pulling you back and forth like he owns your entire head.

“Deeper,” he growls. “C’mon, slut, take me deeper.” He sinks himself in deeper, nearly touching the back of your throat. Unable to avoid possibly throwing up, you desperately push at his hips to make him stop.

With a sigh, he pulls himself out of you, allowing you to take a breath. You sputter and gulp down air, unable to get it in your lungs fast enough. Figuring you’ve had enough time, the guitarist grabs you again for more throat-fucking.

“D-Dabi, wait!” you cough. “I-I can’t breathe!” But he doesn’t listen to you, instead plunging his cock in balls deep until the heavy things hit your chin. “Bunnies don’t talk, stupid girl. C’mon, you’re embarrassin’ me on video.”

He turns and smirks into the light as Choso records him plowing your mouth, his cock moving in and out of your throat at a fast, rough pace that nearly knocks your brain out of your skull. “You’re doin’ so well, baby,” Choso coos, gently tapping his cock against your soft cheek. “Such a big girl takin’ those big dicks.” He taps it once against your nose too, chuckling to himself.

Dabi wraps a hand around your throat and squeezes, tossing some rough into the mixing pot of sugar that Choso gives you. “Look up at me. Show me your eyes.”

You do so, staring deep into those blue orbs as his cock strokes the walls of your throat. “That’s it, my little bunny. That’s what I like.”

“Just remember to share her, asshole,” Choso hisses. “She likes my dick more anyway.”

Dabi lazily stares at him, squinting at the camera flash. “Oh, really? Then maybe she’ll be able to choose once we’re inside her.” He pulls his cock out of your mouth, using it to slap your cheek. “Turn the fuck over,” he growls.

Nervously swallowing your spit and his pre, you slowly turn around on wobbly limbs only to be hiked into position by an impatient Dabi: all fours. You feel his big hands on your hips, drawing you toward him. When you feel his cock slide against your pussy, you feel immense fear make your stomach turn.

Then he starts to push the head in. “Dabi, wait,” you gasp. “Condom! You need a condom!”

Smack!

His hand comes down to smack you hard on the ass. You flinch at the stinging pain. “I don’t need that shit,” he scoffs. “Now shut up and take this dick, little bunny.”

And then in he goes, sliding his full length into your pussy one inch at a time. Your mouth falls open as you feel him stretching you out, making his place in your cunt one stroke after the other.

He groans, his hips slamming into your ass a little harder and a little faster until he is fucking you onto his cock like you’re his toy, pulling and pushing you by your hips. “Much better than money, right?” he cackles. He leans down to bite your ear, tugging on your earlobe. “Bet it feels good. Bet it’s everything you need, right, bunny?”

You can’t form even one coherent word. Moans and whimpers are all you can manage as his cock drills into your pussy, emitting wet sounds like a moist macaroni and cheese casserole from his dick repeatedly pounding your cunt. Your head feels like mush, your tits jiggle, and you can’t get a grip on yourself.

“Too much!” you sob. “P-Please, Dabi! Slow down!”

He doesn’t, instead gripping whatever he can of yours—your jiggling tits, your stomach, your ass. “Shut her up, Choso,” he irritably grunts. “She’s killin’ my fuckin’ buzz.”

Choso moves in front of you, pushing his erect cock against your plush lips. “Shhh, baby,” he whispers. “Yuji is sleepin’. Just suck on my cock, okay, good girl?”

Before you can answer, his dick is pushing inside of your mouth. With a moan, he begins to fuck the side of your mouth, his head rubbing against the soft, wet wall.

The two begin to fuck you at both ends, using your body for their pleasure. Dabi grips your skirt, nearly tearing the fabric with his aggressively tight hold. “Fuck!” He grunts. “She feels so fuckin’ good! Gonna shoot a load in her soon at this rate.”

Your eyes widen at the terrifying mention of a creampie. Sure, you’ve always had a kink for that and maybe eventually, you’ll want to experience it, but not now. You can’t get pregnant! Luckily, Choso becomes your savior. “Switch with me then. I need my turn.”

Dabi chuckles, the sound sending shivers down your spine. Moaning in unison, the duo pull their cocks out of you before switching spots. Dabi takes your front while Choso takes the back, his hands massaging your ass. He presses soft kisses on your back as he rubs his cock against your soft asscheeks, almost rutting against them.

You look back at him, unintentionally making him harder as you stare at him over your shoulder. “Choso—“

You can’t finish the rest of your sentence because the drummer is already sliding his cock deep inside of you, sinking himself down to the hilt. He begins to fuck you almost immediately, grabbing your ass for leverage. You moan and whine at the feeling, unable to think about anything but how good his cock feels.

Choso uses one hand to fondle your tits while the other stays on your ass, massaging both sensitive zones as his cock massages your walls. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he moans. “Wanted to fuck this pussy for so fuckin’ long. All you do is tease me.” He grips your body to his like it’s his prized position, his hips hammering against your ass again and again and again.

Every time he slams into you, you’re propelled deeper and deeper into a hole of molten pleasure that you can’t crawl out of…and you’re not sure if you want to.

“Choso!” You whine. “Oh, my God, Choso, fuck!” His stroke game draws the loudest, most pathetic sounds out of you, only muffled by Dabi’s cock.

He laughs as he slides into your mouth as you moan around it. “Damn, you’ve got some pipes, girl,” he chuckles, biting his lip as he watches you suck on it. “Might wanna look into bein’ a singer. We might have an opening for ya if you can make us nut.”

He takes his cock out once and taps it against your tongue before sliding back in, proceeding to fuck your throat. Choso laughingly moans, still massaging your insides with his cock. “That won’t be a problem…ssshhhit, her pussy is so tight!” He lets out a shuddery breath as he slows himself down, edging himself inside of you. You can feel him beginning to swell, his cock growing thicker.

Dabi nods at him encouragingly, gripping your hair and forcing you to throat his dick. “Then beat that pussy up, man. Don’t fuckin’ slack—give her what she needs.”

And together, they do just that. They fuck and use your holes until you’re a gagging, whimpering mess, dripping from both ends. Your fake ears fall off and your skirt is ripped so tightly in Choso’s fists that you hear it rip. They fuck you as hard and as fast as they want to, taking you on a bumpy ride.

You feel your core begin to tighten into a knot and your clit swell the more Dabi teases it with his fingers. Your second orgasm is approaching quickly.

Choso must feel it because he focuses heavily on that spot inside of you, fucking it until you’re a puddle. “You gonna cum, bunny?” he whispers. “You gonna cum all over this cock?”

Your mind is blank, the pleasure too numbing. You can feel the urge to cum building, building, building. Choso pinches your nipples while Dabi swirls his fingers around your clit, the sensations getting you closer. “Mmmm!” You scream around Dabi’s cock. “Mmmm, pweeease!”

Dabi nods, pleased with your begging. He grips your hair tighter, forcing you to take his cock deeper. “Go ahead and cum with us, slut. We fuckin’ need it.” Choso nods encouragingly, still pounding your pussy with the intention of making you both cum your brains out. “Do it,” he begs. “Cum on that dick. Give it to me, bunny, please! Cum right fuckin’ now!”

His begging and pleading triggers something inside of you that immediately flips your O switch on. “Ohhh, fuuuuck!” you moan as you finally cum all over Choso’s cock. He keeps fucking you through each intense wave of your orgasm, extending it until you’re writhing and thrashing between him and Dabi.

“Oh, God,” Choso groans as your pussy clenches around him. “I’m ‘bout to cum too.” Dabi shakes his head, pumping his cock in your face. “Unless you want a baby, I suggest you follow my lead.”

Despite the feeling of disappointment as your heavenly cunt leaves him, Choso pulls out and takes his place next to Dabi. The two stand over you—little, pathetic, cum-drunk you—and jerk themselves off in your face.

“Not done yet,” Dabi hisses, damn near feral. “Look up at us, bunny. Show us that pretty face.”

Slowly, you do as he orders and stare at their cocks as they furiously chase their orgasms with their hands. Dabi cums first with a raspy groan that sends warm shivers throughout your body. His creamy, hot cum shoots all over your face and tongue that you slip out of your mouth to catch some droplets.

Choso comes next, his face flush red and looking oh-so pretty as his orgasm peaks. Finally, with a moan, he cums too. “Ohhh, fuck,” he groans as he sprays his load all over your tits. Some of the droplets also splash onto your tongue and on your stomach, coating your skin in the creamy substance.

Their muscles tense and their faces screw in pleasure until finally, the cloud of pleasure fades and they relax. Choso tilts his head back, eyes shut and looking winded. Meanwhile, Dabi takes his phone from the floor and once again puts the camera on you. You squint into the white light, wanting to cover yourself.

“That’s a pretty sight,” he sighs, getting up close and personal. “Now was that good, bunny? Did ya have fun?” He takes his thumb and wipes some cum away from your lips. “Y-Yes,” you softly reply.

The guitarist smirks, pleased with your answer. “Mmm, good girl. You look so nice with my cum all over you.” He makes sure to get all of you—your tits, your stomach, your pretty face all covered in his and Choso’s nut—on his phone. You have no choice but to sit in it…and your embarrassment.

You can’t believe you just got fucked by two men you barely know after babysitting their baby brothers…one of which is sound asleep upstairs.

Dabi finally turns off his phone, chuckling to himself. You don’t ask why. After fetching some tissues, Choso bends down on the floor to wrap his arms around you, using the tissues to dab the cum off of your body. “You did so well, baby,” he sighs. “You were so, so fuckin’ good.”

His big, strong, inked arms wrap around your middle as he drags you into his lap. He then picks you up and walks you over to the couch where he cuddles you, naked and satisfied. He gently strokes your back and kisses your forehead, almost making you forget all about your humiliation….almost.

And then you hear a knock. It is loud and it is abrupt. You gasp, jumping in fear. Someone’s at the door. Could it be Nanami? Is he home early?

Dabi, putting his undies and jeans back on, zips up his fly before sauntering over to the door. He peeks through the peephole and smirks at you. “Relax, girl,” he cackles. “It ain’t no trick-or-treaters.”

Despite the fact that you and Choso are still very naked, Dabi opens the door to reveal two more hot, tatted band members—one with long, wavy white hair and tired gray eyes and the other with spiked pink hair and vermillion eyes.

“Took you long enough,” Dabi scoffs, opening the door further. “Get your asses in here.”

The two strangers walk in, laughing to themselves. When their eyes lock with yours, they each smirk to themselves, menacingly. “Damn,” the pink-haired hottie laughs lightly. “Guess we missed the party.”

“Nah, you guys came just in time,” Dabi chuckles, tossing an arm around his white-haired friend. “We just finished up with her.”

The white-haired man tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming over your body. “Tiny little thing. You two horn bags corrupt her already?”

Choso squeezes you to him, smiling at his friends. “Baby, this is Tomura and Sukuna, our bassist and one of our other guitarists.”

The two bandmates’ smirks grow wider, causing a twirl of fear and anxiety to appear in your gut.

Choso presses lips to your ear. You can tell he’s smiling. “They’ve got a thing for bunnies too,” he whispers.

THE END.

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killing me softly | 2

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✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, y/n being an awkward mess, subtle and indirect mention of sexual themes

✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ you and rafe were paired up for a 2 week-long art project. you agreed to meet during lunch break to start working on it. after a little breakdown in the girls' restroom, you picked him up after PE. finally free of kelce and topper, you two headed for the school’s dining hall.

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✿ A / N ✿ i don't have much to say for this one as it's just an immediate continuation of the last one but i'm very thankful for the likes and comments on the first part. i didn't expect any at all so a big thank you to everyone who decided to support <3 i hope you also enjoy this one as well :) (also super excited when i’ll get to future parts where y/n gets to be more silly :3)

Important: I started using dividers after chat convos that include more than one screenshot, so you guys know when to switch back to the written story. Yk you usually click on the image to get a full-screen mode to read the messages easier, so whenever the blue rectangle image pops up, you know when to back out. Makes it easier to avoid potential spoilers, hope that makes sense :P

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W E E K O N E // M O N D A Y

The dining hall at Kildare Academy was moderately full. Most students’ classes were already over, and a lot of Kooks went to the restaurants down the street, even though the serving station offered fresh high-quality food.

Okay, fries weren’t exactly healthy but they probably made them from potatoes grown specifically for Kooks (yes, as a Kook yourself, you were their biggest hater).

Whatever. The dining hall wasn’t the reason your heart was about to explode in your chest.

No. You were having lunch.

With. Rafe. Cameron.

If someone had told you this morning, you would’ve laughed.

Because, hello??? Rafe had been your crush since you’d first set foot in Kildare Academy in fifth grade.

Okay, not exactly special—what Figure 8 girl hadn’t had a crush on Rafe at some point?

But that wasn’t the point. This whole ... thing just felt so surreal.

A crush had always been just that—a crush. You weren’t the type to walk up to a guy and say, Hey, you’re cute, let’s go on a date. That would mean putting yourself out there and making yourself vulnerable.

And the last thing you ever wanted was to be seen.

Not in a physical way. That was unavoidable. No, what scared you was someone actually seeing you, the parts of yourself you kept locked away.

Ew, that sounded so fucking dramatic.

So while your 11-year-old self was doing backflips of joy, your 18-year-old self was having a full-blown existential crisis.

Okay, maybe not that bad.

“You were right,” Rafe said, pulling you from your thoughts. He was sitting across from you, pushing his fork through his quinoa-veggie bowl.

You eyed him confused. “About what?”

Rafe nodded toward your fries, the corner of his lips tugging into a subtle smile. “I am a fries guy. Quinoa tastes like shit and rocks.”

You glanced at his bowl before meeting his gaze again, a knowing smile on your face. “I guess it’s the color. Red and black ones are usually more bitter and more firm than their white counterparts.”

Rafe raised a brow, amused. “As a quinoa expert, you could’ve warned me.”

Your cheeks heated. You kind of had, with that dumb joke outside the gym earlier. “I thought you already knew what it tasted like.”

“I do,” he shrugged, taking a bite of his bowl anyway. “Maybe I just didn’t want you to label me as the fries guy.”

Wait—was that a joke? And why did he care what you thought about him?

God, I suck at whatever this is.

So you just forced a chuckle and took a sip of your water.

…

...

Shit.

Now there was that awkward silence you always dreaded in conversations.

Okay, okay, stay calm.

Should I say something? Should I offer him my fries?

You almost laughed. Hell no, that’d be so weird. Plus the quinoa part of his bowl didn’t even take up a third of the whole meal.

You wished Cara were here. She’d know exactly what to say and how to act. She went on dates all the time, made out with guys at parties just for fun, and could hold a normal fucking conversation with a guy she was interested in.

“So, you like… a real artist or something?” Rafe asked absentmindedly, breaking the unbearable silence. “Since you picked Art as an elective?”

You looked up, quickly swallowing the bite of fries in your mouth before giving him a nervous smile. “Yeah, I mean—no, I wouldn’t call myself a real artist, not like Da Vinci or such.” You let out an awkward laugh. “I just draw sometimes when I’m bored.”

Jesus Christ, did he have to look at you like that? His blue eyes were drilling into your entire existence.

Rafe nodded. “Digital or traditional?”

You blinked at him, stunned.

How the fuck did Frat Boy Rafe Cameron know the difference between digital and traditional art?

Your expression made him smirk. And as if he had read your thoughts, he said, “My little sister Wheezie draws random shit on her iPad all the time.” He shrugged. “I don’t know, figured it was a thing—”

“No, I mean—yes, totally,” you blurted, immediately turning red because you just cut him off. “Most people start with pencil and paper but drawing on a tablet or iPad is just as legit. Um… so, yeah … I do both, to answer your question.” You smiled awkwardly.

Help, he would’ve had a more entertaining conversation with a rock.

Rafe barely raised a brow, a lazy smile on his lips. “It’s cool that you draw. Guess I got lucky having you as my partner for this project.”

WHAT.

Okay, everything’s chill.

NO, NOTHING WAS CHILL.

Is he flirting with me??? Is he just being nice ??? WHAT DOES ALL OF THIS MEAN.

What were you even supposed to reply to that?

Hahaha, thanks, did you know I made our Sims get married in eighth grade? Topper was your best man by the way.

WHAT THE FUCK, NO, STOP.

Whatever, just say something. Anything.

“Thanks,” you mumbled with an embarrassed smile, eyes fixed on your fries and salad.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rafe lean back, pushing his half-eaten bowl aside. He shrugged. “Only sucks for you. Art’s not really my thing.”

No shit.

Also, what was that supposed to mean? Was he fishing for a compliment? Like Aww, no, come on, I’m sure you’re great at it.

Holy shit. Was Rafe Cameron secretly a pick-me guy? Were all these years crushing on him wasted?

“Yeah, I figured. Most people just take art class thinking it’ll be an easy A”, you said before he could say more and give you the ick.

OH my god, take it back, take it back—

When you saw his expression, you wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back. He looked… surprised? Confused? Maybe a little offended…?

Then the tension in his face eased. His lips twitched slightly before curving into a lopsided grin, making him look unexpectedly boyish.

“Shit, yeah. Guess that makes me ‘most people’”, he said with such ease, it was like you hadn’t just called him out.

How the hell did he manage to turn all your miserable attempts at a normal conversation into something so smooth? If you were in his place, you would've already walked out and dropped art class.

Yo, Mr Smith, this chick you paired me up with, she’s got the social skills of a dead fish.

This was so frustrating. It wasn’t like you were socially incompetent—not really—but around him, your brain just seemed to completely shut down.

“That’s not what I meant,” you said, furrowing your brows, annoyed at your own nervousness.

“Nah, it’s true,” Rafe replied, shrugging. Then he looked at you, a teasing edge in his voice. “So, if your art grade tanks, you know who to blame.”

Okayyy, he was either trying to get on your good side or looking for a smooth way out of this project—and you weren’t sure which was worse.

You swallowed your last fry and gave a chuckle. I sound like a fake ass bitch. “I’m sure you'll manage. Art is not about drawing perfectly — it’s more about the ideas and how you approach them.”

Jesus, you sounded just like Mr. Smith.

Rafe’s lips twitched into a cocky smirk. “Alright, then I guess you’ll have to help me be more creative.”

...

HUH?

OKAY. I MEAN SURE.

Be for fucking real, did he even realize what his words did to you?

Of course, he did—he probably flirted with girls daily. Or was he just lucky to be born with full charisma stats?

Probably both.

God, this was so embarrassing. Your face probably screamed HI CAN YOU MARRY ME, and to him, you were just some random Kook girl he was stuck with for a boring art project.

Okay, wait no.

Now YOU sounded like a pick-me.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” you said, cheeks pink, before clearing your throat to change the subject. “Okay, so… maybe we should start brainstorming some ideas? Like a mind map or mood board or something?”

Rafe leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table, and you had to fight the urge to glance at his biceps which flexed slightly as he moved. “Mood board? You talking about Pinterest type shit?”

Okay, wow, Rafe was absolutely not the type of guy you thought he was. Did he know about this stuff from Wheezie? Or some friends-with-benefits girlie?

Um, no, Y/N, none of your business.

You gave him a quick nod. “Yeah, something like that. We can also just start by writing stuff down.”

Rafe shrugged in agreement. “Okay.”

Okay.

He looked at you expectantly.

Ugh, did he really expect YOU to be the one taking notes?

Well, crush or not, he was still just a guy, after all.

You reached for the iPad in your bag, grabbed the Apple Pencil, and opened the Notes app.

As you scribbled down today’s date and gave the note a title, Rafe leaned in even closer, glancing at your screen. “Is this the iPad you use for drawing?”

He was so close now, his woody-aquatic aftershave filling your nose, giving you a strange feeling in your chest … and a very special part in your lower body.

“Yeah,” you replied shortly.

“Show me something then.”

“No.”

HUH?

“No?” Rafe’s gaze flicked from the screen to your flushed face, his lips curling into a crooked grin. There was a cocky glimmer in his gaze.

Good heavens, up close his eyes looked even more beautiful. They were the kind of blue people wrote bad poetry about. To you, they were a pretty contradiction—cold in color, warm in the way they lingered on your own eyes.

Heart racing, you looked away and laughed nervously. “I mean… maybe we should focus on the project first, you know, time pressure and all.”

With an amused scoff, Rafe leaned back again, glancing at his phone (wow, rude) for a second before saying, “To the boring part then."

Somehow it felt like you'd scratched his ego.

Girl, how could you mess up this badly? He probably thought you were some pretentious nerd now.

“So… do you have any ideas?” You twirled the Apple Pencil in your fingers, just praying for this painfully long lunch break to end.

Rafe pressed his lips together, scratching his jaw. The glass of his Rolex reflected a spectrum of lights under the ceiling’s lights. “Uh… dunno. What’s the prompt again? A modern take on the Greek gods?”

“A reinterpretation,” you corrected — then realizing you sounded like a know-it-all, so you quickly added, “but yeah, a modern version could definitely count.”

He nodded absentmindedly, fingers drumming on the table. “Okay, so…", he gave a dry laugh and ran a hand over his face. "Shit, what a stupid prompt."

You chewed the inner part of your cheeks. Okay, he clearly had zero interest in spending his free period working on some elective class’ project with you.

But it had been his idea to meet during lunch, you reminded yourself.

Forcing a smile, you offered, “We can always do this later. We still have two weeks.”

Rafe raised a brow. “You got plans or something?”

Oh. Guess that didn’t go over well.

You shook your head. “No, but if you’re not feeling it—”

“I’m not,” he cut in, his fingers stopping their steady rhythm against the table. “But we’re already here, so.”

That didn’t sound very motivated.

“Yeah, I guess”, you said, cringing at the sudden bitterness in your tone.

By the shift in Rafe’s expression, he must have noticed but before he had a chance to comment on it, you quickly picked up on what he’d said earlier. “So, a modern version of Olympus sounds fun. Maybe we can make it about the gods’ roles in today’s society or something like that.”

Rafe eyed you quietly, his expression impossible to read. He then tilted his head, scratching his nose. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe Zeus as the CEO of Olympus Industries or some shit. He’s the big boss, right? And everyone else just kinda works for him.”

Your lips curled into a soft smile. A corporate structure? Why were you not surprised.

“What?” He looked genuinely confused.

You shook your head, cheeks heating up again. “Nothing, that’s… that’s good.”

He raised his brows, a challenging tone in his voice. “You think it’s crap.”

“No,” you replied quickly, then adopted a more serious expression. “Really, it’s a nice take. Maybe his wife — Hera I mean — could be his girl boss PR manager, always cleaning up his scandals?”

A grin tugged at his lips, and with that, the weird tension in the air seemed to fade. “Shit, isn’t she also his sister? Well, yeah, guess she’s gotta cover up his dozen affairs. That guy’s a huge player.”

Okay, real talk—where did he get all this information from? He really didn’t seem like the guy to be interested in greek mythology.

It was cute though.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “You seem to be an expert in this field.”

He scoffed amused, leaning back into his chair. His eyes mustered you with a strange mix of entertainment and irritation. “You think I'm a fuckboy or some shit?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Huh? What did he mean—

…

Did he-- ... OH SHIT.

A revolting feeling spread in your stomach and your cheeks probably invented a new shade of red.

WHY ON EARTH HAD YOU PHRASED IT LIKE THAT?!

Some evil gods or spirits must be messing with you right now because there was no way this situation could get any more awkward.

Frantically, you shook your head. “What? I… oh my god, no. NO! I was referring to the Greek gods. Not… you don’t give off such vibes. I mean, it’s none of my business anyway.”

Hey, if there’s a sniper out there, please take me out.

In your mind, you already estimated the cost of moving to another country. Canada had pretty landscapes and New Zealand--

A laugh escaped his lips — cocky, yet carrying a certain warmth. It made your heart stop and race at the same time.

“Relax,” he said bemused, leaning forward with his arms crossed, biceps flexing again. “People have said worse things to my face.”

No, this didn’t sit right with you.

You shook your head again, daring to meet his eyes. “No, I’m serious, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just … surprised about your knowledge of Greek mythology.” You froze, realizing this also sounded stupid. “Not that I took you for clueless…” Shit. You sighed. “It was stupid of me to phrase it like that and I don’t want you to think I take you for a fuckboy. It’s a shitty term anyway.”

Your nerves were going crazy and you fidgeted with the case of your iPad, waiting for his response.

Rafe silently STARING at you didn’t help at all. He seemed … surprised, maybe a little perplexed even.

SAY SOMETHING PLEASE.

“Alright”, he finally said, his usual cocky expression returning to his face. He slightly shifted in his seat, avoiding your gaze for just a second but long enough for you to notice. “Guess I picked up a bit from Wheezie when she had to do a presentation for school or whatever. She couldn't shut up about it. Shit was annoying as hell.”

For a moment, you didn't know what to respond. Why wasn't he offended? Why didn't he mock you for being so awkward?

You smiled, trying to relax your nerves. “Sounds like we could use her little expert knowledge on this project.”

Rafe gave a low chuckle. “Well, I believe we’ve already got a little expert right here”, he said with a crooked smile, his eyes burning a hole into your soul.

Oh. My. God.

The teasing edge in his voice made your brain shut down. This had to count as flirting, right? RIGHT?!

You chuckled nervously, cheeks a deep shade of red, and placed the Apple Pencil back on the screen. “Then I hope whatever I picked up from reading Percy Jackson will be enough.“

That's it, Y/N, you are officially banned from doing any more jokes.

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In English class, you could finally breathe again.

Your suffering was over.

During the rest of the lunch break, Rafe and you had talked about some more ideas. Gladly, you hadn’t embarrassed yourself any further (if that was even possible because you’d definitely reached your peak today).

At the end of lunch, Topper had picked him up and they’d left for their own English class. Your goodbyes had been a little awkward but you’d managed.

Right now, you were grateful they didn’t attend the same class as you because you certainly didn’t want to listen to them laughing about what a weird ass person you were.

Okay, just breathe. I did it, it’s over.

You tried to concentrate on whatever Mrs. Andrade was talking about but only half the students truly paid attention.

Afternoons in the Outer Banks truly were a cruel thing.

So you decided to check your phone:

Sighing quietly, you put your phone away and rubbed your temples. A thousand thoughts raced through your mind, yet at the same time, it felt so empty.

Maybe I'm lucky and tomorrow I’ll wake up to a big newsflash: This just came in, Kildare Academy was reduced to ashes by a sudden fire.

But when had you ever been lucky?

Your phone buzzed again but you really didn’t feel like talking and thinking about Rafe anymore.

This guy had thrown you off track in just an hour but in the best and worst way possible.

And even though every part of you wanted to run from the thought of seeing him again — the way that uncomfortable feeling in your chest wouldn’t let up — there was still a small part of you that found yourself oddly eager to see him again, work with him on that stupid little project and listen to his stupid little laugh.

Because somehow in just sixty minutes you’d learned more about Rafe Cameron than you had in nearly seven years at Kildare Academy.

For instance, he was a lot kinder than you’d expected. Not that you’d ever thought he was like a high school movie bully or some shit but his occasional soft smiles and the way he didn't mock you when you'd said some stupid shit had definitely surprised you.

Plus he seemed to care about his little sister which was such an attractive attribute (and the bare minimum let's be honest).

All of this was so strange.

It sounded stupid but Rafe Cameron had always been just a concept to you. A crush you enjoyed looking at and maybe making up your own little idea of (and some scenarios to fall asleep to be for real).

But now he was... real and—

Bzzrt.

Seriously, Cara had class too—and with Ms. Langford, no less. And unlike Mrs. Andrade, she wasn’t exactly chill.

You picked up your phone again, expecting some delusional text messages—but the moment you saw the notification on your lock screen, your heart stopped.

No fucking way.

NO. FUCKING. WAY.

Holding your breath, you unlocked your phone, and the second your eyes landed on the profile picture, your heart took off in a full sprint. You didn’t even register Mrs. Andrade calling your name.

Because by some strange twist of fate, Rafe Cameron had gotten your number and decided to text you—after what you were sure had been your ultimate humiliation today.

You didn’t know whether to grin, cheer, or jump out of your seat—shit, maybe all three—but instead, you just sat there, wondering if there really was a god of luck and if he’d just decided to bless you.

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hii i have a little ellie request. so can we maybe have an enemies to lovers where reader and ellie “hate each other” but in reality ellie just wants to be with reader and she ends up using the strap roughly bc reader didn’t wanna confess after years? (sorry this seems long😭)

i absolutely love this idea omg??

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

PART1ONE

part 2two

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut, 'enemies' to lovers, strap (r!receiving), mean!ellie kinda??, rough!ellie, reader is also mean at first !!

writers note: i love receiving requests like yall are so creative and idkk its just easier to write a req than my own idea🫣🫣 also this turned out to be longer than i expected (my longest fanfic yet!) but even the anon said it seems long so ig thats how its supposed to be🙏

It was another PE lesson you hate so much. It wouldn't be that bad, if not the fact that you're in the same team with Ellie. Ellie fucking Williams.

She would get mad at you for every little mistake you made. You absolutely hated her.

You had to admit she was... pretty. Especially when she had the mix of mad and stern expression on her face. Sometimes you provoked her just to watch her insult every little thing about you she could but you didn't mind. You just sat there with a smirk, sometimes making a mockingly worried face to piss her off even more. Sometimes. Sometimes you weren't in mood for that and you'd actually get offended. Sometimes even hurt. But you couldn't really blame her, that's how it works.

This day, you were literally rescuing your team. Every point was because of you. Every 'that was close' situation was only 'close' because of you. But your luck, or whatever made you win, had to run out eventually. You missed one time.

"What happened? Got holes in your hands? Tired? Not so good anymore?" Ellie asked you with that mocking tone.

Everyone ignored your interaction - they knew what's starting and they didn't want to get involved in that.

"I've done pretty much everything for this team, and the only thing you do is complain, Williams." You said and you could feel your temper rising.

Ellie didn't hesitate to respond to that.

"Well at least I don't do a half-ass job like you. You're really so full of yourself, aren't you? Why not just give up and let someone actually capable take over, huh?" She barked sarcastically.

The other team members didn't even try to hide their excitement now, they just sat back and enjoyed the show, even the teacher was having a hard time holding back the grin on his face whenever Ellie came up with a new insult.

And now, there was no going back.

"Oh, I'm sorry Williams, did your precious little ego get hurt from that? Are my skills threatening your so-called pride? Well if you don't like it, suck it up." You shot back.

If this kept up, you were going to end up with another detention for sure. Everyone knew that you two were like oil and water, but nobody really expected you to get into a shouting match over PE class. Especially, not this early in the morning.

The teacher finally decided that it was enough trouble, and he stepped between the two.

"Ladies, settle down! If you can't figure out how to work well together in a simple PE session, then you'll need more than one detention to figure it out. Go sit down." He ordered, and you two sat down, next to each other.

As if following a silent order, all the other students just went about their business and pretended like nothing had happened.

"You should learn how to shut up sometimes." You said quietly, nervously playing with your fingers.

"You should stop thinking you're so damn important." She snapped back, completely ignoring your advice as she stared at you with the same icy cold look as before.

The teacher came over to the two of you and handed you a form, which you quickly read over. "Maybe it's rough but that's what you both deserve after arguing in every single class. And if that won't help... I don't know what will. Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything, understood?."

In short, the file was saying you'll have spent a month after school doing little school works, like cleaning the gym, with her. It was a frequent way of dealing with problematic students in your school.

You weren't even surprised - the teacher was right. Your little bickers were the main gossip topic and there was no way they'll go unnoticed.

Still, you couldn't help but frown.

"You've got to be kidding me." You muttered under your breath. Spending a month after school doing odd jobs with Ellie was literally the last thing you wanted to do. You knew there was some sort of punishment coming, but this was extreme.

Ellie overheard your muttering, and she rolled her eyes. "It's just a bunch of cleaning, what's wrong, can't handle a little hard work?" She mocked.

"And why are you so happy? Maybe you wished to spend more time with me?" You chuckled, finally looking up at her.

Ellie seemed caught off guard, but she quickly recomposed herself. "Who said I was happy? Sure, I'll love to see you grovel and scrub floors while I sit back and relax." She replied in a sarcastic tone.

You decided to press your advantage, and give Ellie a dose of her own medicine. "Aww, is someone actually admitting that they like spending time with me? I'm so honored." You said with an overdramatized fake fluster.

Ellie didn't even let you finish your sentence before she cut in with her usual sarcastic tone. "Pfff, don't get so ahead of yourself there." She chided. Even then, you could hear some slight annoyance in her voice.

Ellie may have been a jerk, but there was something about her you couldn't help but like. You couldn't explain it, but you liked this banter between the two of you.

Oh, who were you trying to lie to? You liked her. You were just good at hiding it.

You were just about to open your mouth to respond to Ellie's last snarky remark, when you were cut off again.

"Enough."

You both turned to see the teacher staring at the two of you. He sounded more annoyed than before, and you decided it was better to stop your feud before you got in any more trouble.

"You two are already going to spend a month together doing odd jobs. The last thing we need is for you to add another week to that sentence." He warned.

You wanted to say something back, but you decided to shut up before the teacher had to make it worse. You and Ellie just looked at each other for a couple of seconds, before you rolled your eyes and got up from your seat.

After a few more classes, the time of fulfilling your penalty came. You sat down at the gym benches, waiting for Ellie. You waited, and waited, but no one came.

Ellie was faster than you with getting up. She smirked and said; "Well it's not like you actually had anything worth saying anyway, so it's easier for you." With that parting jab, she walked out of the gym.

You expected something like that from her, so you stood up and a few minutes later you were standing in front of her room. You knocked to the door, patiently waiting for her to answer.

After a few moments, you heard footsteps, before the door finally opened. Ellie stood in front of you, her face as annoyed as ever.

"What do you want?" she grumbled, clearly not in the mood to be bothered right now.

"Uh, hello? We're supposed to be doing the clean-up, remember? You haven't forgotten, right?" You said, trying to stay as polite as you could.

She sighed and motioned for you to come in, clearly not ready to go just yet.

You slowly stepped into Ellie's room, your eyes taking in the decorations and mess. It was clear that this was Ellie's world, but you couldn't help but feel a slight curiosity towards her.

"So, why exactly weren't you at the gym?" You asked, finally breaking the tension. You didn't want her thinking you were here to start another argument.

"I had stuff to do." Was the terse response you were met with, nothing else.

"Yeah, of course." You rolled your eyes. "Your room could use some cleaning too."

Ellie smirked when your tone turned from polite to annoyed when she gave you her response, but you couldn't help but notice that she slightly recoiled when you mention how messy her room was. For someone with such a sharp tongue, she sure wasn't enjoying that same kind of treatment.

"Oh yeah? So maybe we should have you clean my room instead." She shot back.

"Actually, boarding school is still school, so that'd count too." You smirked, not so sarcastically anymore. You'd really rather stay in her room than running all over the building with a mop and dirty cloths.

Ellie raised one eyebrow at your reply, clearly not expecting you to just accept it without some kind of snarky remark or argument.

"Alright then." She replied simply, and she walked over to her bed and started to clear out the clutter. You couldn't really deny that her room was in a pretty messy state.

You explored the room, looking for something to start with.

Just then, near other scattered clothes, you saw feminine underwear. Clearly not hers.

"Um, Ellie..." You laughed. "Who's this?"

She walked up to you, not seeming surprised or embarrased at all. "I dunno. There's lots of girls visiting." She smirked.

You knew the smart thing to do would be just to drop the topic, but your curiosity got the best of you. Just who was Ellie Williams hanging out with?

"Really? And how many of them leave a pair of underwear in your room as a souvenir?" You asked, trying to keep a straight face, but you couldn't help but be amused by the situation.

Ellie just laughed, and you couldn't help but grin at her confidence in that moment.

"If you're asking if I'm dating someone," Ellie said, looking at you with an amused expression, "then no. I wouldn't call it dating."

You knew Ellie was always too stubborn and proud to just admit it normally, so you decided to push her just a little bit further.

"So it's not just a single person then? What's it? A new girl every day?" you asked with a smirk, knowing you'd hit a nerve there.

The slight flicker of annoyance on Ellie's face told you that you'd hit the mark.

"So what if it is? Are you jealous?" She teased in response, just adding fuel to the fire.

Now, she had the smirk on her face, and you just knew you'll regret what you started.

"Not really. Everyone knows you fuck every girl in the school anyways. Well, almost every." You suggestively pointed at yourself. "That's honestly sad. You should focus on one person, don't you think?"

Ellie took this as a challenge, she just couldn't resist it when you made yourself the exception.

"Oh, you think you're a special case? How cute." She snickered, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with that response after how much you two had been annoying each other for the past month.

"What do you think, should I consider dating you? It seems like you're interested, isn't that why you keep sticking around?" She asked, looking at you, knowing very well what kind of effect her words were gonna have on you.

"Me? Interested? You're the one finding excuses to talk to me every day, even if it's just another argument!" You shook your head and looked down, trying to hide that your smirk turns into a honest smile.

You felt Ellie's eyes studying your face as you tried to hide your genuine happiness, you tried to play it off, but you knew that it wasn't working in your favor. You couldn't even deny it, because it was true, you were interested in Ellie. Maybe not at first, but after spending time together, you grew to like her, her arrogance, her wit, the snarky smile on her face... and her eyes.

"Oh, so you do care!" She quickly cut in, sensing your weakness as your smile grew.

"Come on, don't tell me you've been enjoying this little game of ours, haven't you? Don't you look forward to it every day? Don't you love the adrenaline that kicks in when you're about to say something that's bound to start an argument?" She asked, taking a step closer to you and lowering her voice.

You could almost see the sparks fly as the two of you stared at each other, both feeling the tension in the air. You were almost tempted to take her up on the offer, but your pride got the best of you.

"You're just full of yourself, aren't you? Thinking everybody craves that attention." You said after taking a deep breath.

Ellie just smiled and walked straight to you, getting up close and personal.

"Well, I know you want it. So stop putting up a facade and admit it."

"I'm not like these sluts you fuck, Williams." You said, trying to keep your voice steady and calm.

Ellie just smirked in response. "You're right, you're not like them. You're better than them. And maybe you are a little special, considering how much you manage to piss me off everyday." She took a step back and looked you up and down. "I kinda like it." She said, and you couldn't help but feel your heart rate go up a little when she said that.

You just stared back at Ellie, not really sure what else to say in this situation. Both of your egos were too big to give the other one satisfaction, and neither would be making the first move.

She finally spoke up; "Your turn to be honest now. Admit you're into me."

She was awfully close to you now, daring you to say something.

"Don't push it, Ellie." You told her confidently, and even though you really wanted to say it, your pride was holding you back from admitting it.

Ellie just smirked and moved even closer to you, until her face was just an inch away from yours. "Say it." She whispered.

You felt your heart pounding faster as you just looked at her, not able to break her stare.

You shook your head. "No way."

She just chuckled at your response. "I knew you'd say that. And now, I'm gonna make you say it yourself."

Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Ellie pulled you close, just enough to make your lips meet. You just stood there, completely stunned by how bold she was, but at the same time, the feeling of her lips against yours was so new and so good as well. You hadn't felt this type of rush before, and you didn't want it to end.

You couldn't stop yourself from letting out a gasp followed by a moan into the kiss, which made her even bolder.

"I'll show you how lucky those so-called by you sluts are." She whispered after pulling away from you, but not for long.

While Ellie's mouth aggresively covered yours, you felt her slowly pushing you towards the bed.

You were barely able to think now, as your adrenaline was pumping through your whole body. Your back hit the mattress, and Ellie continued to push you down as she climbed up onto the bed on top of you.

That's when it hit you.

You realized that your little feud with Ellie wasn't going to end after all, except this time you weren't fighting her.

Instead, you were just enjoying the moment with someone you could almost call a friend.

It felt like there was nothing else in the universe, just a rush of new sensations that you didn't want to end.

Ellie was the one in control now, as you felt her body pressing up against you, her lips pressing against yours, her hands moving around your body without hesitation. You weren't even thinking straight anymore, you just let her embrace you, letting her take control entirely.

You felt her break the kiss for a moment, just to whisper something in your ear. "Say it."

You knew what she wanted you to say, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do so.

Before you could answer, you felt her slowly undressing you. Her lips were tracing paths along your throat, not letting you let out a logical word from it - only little whimpers.

You felt every curve of her body as you felt her lips against your neck, every touch sending chills down your spine.

When you felt her hands move towards your pants, you felt your body respond in the only way you could.

You couldn't think of anything else but her embrace, her warm breath against your neck, and your body slowly being freed from clothing.

Ellie knew exactly how to push your buttons.

Before you could catch your breath, you were left shaking, as her hand slipped into your underwear, which was soon on the floor too. She was teasing your clit in almost painful slow way, watching you squirm.

"Speak up, babe." She whispered mockingly.

But you couldn't. Not because you didn't want, or because your ego didn't let you - you just couldn't. You even asked yourself 'What does this girl wants from me?' as you already forgotten her previous wish. You just weren't thinking straight.

"Come on, do this for me." She kept looking at you with overdramatic concern. You saw her fastening her belt and sliding of her jeans, revealing an obviously-way-too-big strap, which purple color didn't surprise you at all as you imagined it the same way in your dreams.

When you finally came back to your senses, you constructed a whole full sentence answer. But as soon as she saw you opening your mouth to speak up, she slid a few inches of her toy into your soaking cunt. Your planned reply quickly got replaced with another gasp.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked, her hips started thrusting. She had some sympathy for you, so she didn't make it too painful, but she wasn't also so merciful.

You cried out, at first clenching your thighs from surprise, but she was too strong for you to actually succeed.

You leaned your head back against the pillow, squeezing your eyes shut causing a few of your pathetic tears soak into the sheets.

She held your hips, so she won't miss your sensitive spot, but her grip was so hard you swore you can already see the bruises creating right beneath her fingers.

"Honestly, I'm really happy it ended like that. You have no idea how often I'd imagine you instead of some random girl. But it's good to have you really there." She chuckled, not slowing down but not speeding up either.

Your eyes opened wide at this confession. Before today, the nicest thing she said to you was 'what's wrong?', even though it was in an obviously mocking way. And know it turns out she liked you for a long time. Just like you liked her.

"W...Wh- What?" You managed to stutter out, leaning on your elbows to look at her before your vision turned blurry again so you fell back on the pillow.

"You didn't know?" She laughed. "I mean, you were always oblivious, so I shouldn't be shocked but... I thought it was clear." She was speaking slower than usual as every single word coming from her mouth was synced with the moves of her hips. While saying this simple thing, she pushed her strap into you at least twenty times. And she wasn't taking her time, oh, no. She was fast and rough, like you're just a sex toy without feelings. Did you mind? Hmmm...

When you started getting used to the size of her cock and your mind wasn't completely blank anymore, you remembered one important thing your PE teacher said. 'Someone will check in on you from time to time, so don't even think about anything.' None of you were either at the gym or putting up flyers around school. They're going to think you ditched it. Even though you'd rather get into more trouble than end whatever you were doing now, you felt you need to tell Ellie, just in case.

"El-s..." You moaned out and quickly realised it won't be easy.

"What is it?" She asked, seeming honestly interested in what you got to say. "Ready to admit you're absolutely obsessed with me?"

You clenched your fists, squeezing the bed sheets between your fingers.

"Th- no... We should..." You couldn't help but cry out again.

As soon as she heard the two keywords - 'we should' (and she hated when someone was telling her what to do, so that pissed her off) - she understood what you're trying to say.

"Behave? Fulfill our duties? Or...?" She chuckled.

You wanted to speak up, just to not feel so vulnerable as you really were. You only managed to mumble 'we' before one of her hands started rubbing your clit, just like at the start - painfully slow. The feeling made your thighs tense and move closer to each other, wanting to close the gap between them. But Ellie didn't let that happen as she quickly separated your legs.

Her hips also didn't stop moving, and all the sensations connected made you go silent again. Well, not silent - unable to speak. And that were two completely different things.

"I'd take that as a 'we should continue what we're doing right now'. Isn't that what you want?" Even though you're eyes were closed, you could feel her intense stare on you. Then, her mocking tone came back. "What is it with you being so quiet all of sudden? You spent a few of the past years yelling at me, and you can't even say a word now?"

"I ju-st..." You said but then she hit your g spot again, and again, and again... making you go silent.

Your stomach started feeling funny - probably because of how deep in it Ellie's strap was. At this point, you thought you can even feel it in your throat and that's what's blocking your words from coming out. But the funny feeling had a different origin - your release was getting awfully close, and it didn't go unnoticed.

"We're going to have lots of fun this month." She whispered, leaning in to stroke your cheek.

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flower-boi16 · 6 months ago

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Stans defending Stolas with "you can't handle flawed characters!" or "both Blitz and Stolas have flaws" is hillarious.

Yes, both Stolas and Blitz have flaws. But Stolas' flaws are, for the most part, downplayed or ignored by the narrative in favor of portaying him as the victim in almost every situation he's in.

Their taking a step in the right direction with Octavia but we'll have to wait and see if they'll actually COMMIT to that, or if they revert back to how they frammed their reletionship in Seeing Stars, where Octavia was treated as if she was treating Stolas "too harshly" because he's "trying his best", dismissing his flaws a father and ignoring his previous actions.

And for Blitz it's even worse, as the series pretends that the deal was the only bad thing Stolas ever did to Blitz not addressing the fact it was coercion (and yes, Stolitz IS r@pe, I'm tired of seeing people trying to claim otherwise) and all the moments where he consistantly dehumanizes and belittles Blitz, with him claiming that he "never did that". And, the show even tries JUSTIFYING this behavior by running under the excuse of "well, he thought Blitz LIKED it!", which is an excuse that falls flat when Blitz makes it clear to Stolas MANY times that he doesn't like it that he isn't comfortable with how Stolas treats him, yet, Stolas keeps pushing anyway.

And then there's Stella, who the series made into an one-dimensional abusive bitch as a way to justify Stolas cheating on her.

All of Stolas' actions are either ignored, downplayed, or justified by the narrative.

Again, with Octavia it looks like their taking a step in the right direction, but we're going to have to wait and see if they'll actually commit to that or if they'll go the route of "oh, well, Octavia just has to mature out of her clingly desire for her father" because if they DO go that route then any remaining hope I'll have for this show will vanish instantly.

So ya, Stolas is flawed, but his flaws are not written well.

#vivziepop critical #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #anti stolas #anti stolitz #octavia deserves better #blitzo deserves better

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watcherintheweyr · 1 year ago

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'Rhaenyra is a bad mom bc she knowingly gave birth to bastards and she knew how much danger they'd be in!!!!'

1. She had no way of knowing those babies wouldn't pop out looking exactly like her, beforehand. And unfortunately she couldn't stop at Jace. The throne needed an heir. Driftmark needed an heir. And a spare was needed as well, given the sheer rate of Targaryen children dying untimely deaths.

2. She had to provide heirs to the throne, and to Driftmark. If she hadn't, society wouldn't have blamed Laenor, they would have blamed her- which makes her position even more unstable, bc then she 'can't fulfill a woman's duty' so why would men think her 'able' to fill a 'man's role' by ruling the kingdom? And she and Laenor tried. He was either unable (meaning infertile or impotent, or unable to get it up), or unwilling. (And they did try. We dont know what they tried but Rhaenyra is shown to be clever in the show so honestly i have no doubt she attempted what Margaery suggested with Renly.) Laenor was in on the entire thing. He was aware of every part of this. He wasn't duped, he wasn't cuckholded- it was a plan greenlit by him, bc this way he and Rhaenyra would both have their heirs and a family. This cannot in any way shape or form be compared to Cersei cuckholding Robert (fuck Robert Baratheon tho), seeing as Robert was **not** at all aware that his children weren't his, and wouldn't have been OK with that.

Either way- she chose not to maritally r*pe her husband and put him through more trauma after it was clear their attempts weren't working. Yall are always so upset for Alicent (rightfully so, bc show!alicent was maritally raped, even if it wasn't considered as such in that time), but you... WANT Rhaenyra to do that to Laenor? Hello???

[And no. Rhaenyra did NOT rape or coerce Criston Cole. The actors, writers, and directors have all stated their sex was consensual and 'an act of love.' It was Rhaenyra going to someone she felt close to and trusted after feeling abandoned and unwanted and betrayed. In that scene you literally watch, as after Cole tells Rhaenyra to stop undressing herself, she moves aside so she isn't blocking his way to the door. The director states that the moment they show Cole folding and setting down his cloak was him choosing his desire over his oaths. And Criston Cole has known Rhaenyra since she was 14. He knew damn well the sort of person she was- and she was not the person who would have harmed him for saying no. She was an intoxicated and emotionally vulnerable 19 year old- Criston was in his late 20s to early 30s. And it's explicitly stated in ep.9 that the ONLY person a Kingsguard cannot refuse is the king. In ep.7 Criston disobeys a direct order from Alicent when she wants him to mutilate Lucerys. Criston Cole was not assaulted. Stop trying to assign Aegon's sins to Rhaenyra so that you can feel better for supporting him.]

3. In the books, the rumors of their bastardry at large halted when all of Rhaenyra's boys' cradle eggs hatched. The ONLY people who continued to try and raise issue were the core green faction. But the realm at large *did not give a fuck* why? Because every actually relevant party claimed those boys. Repeatedly and without flinching. Laenor claimed and loved those boys even face to face with Alicent's bullshit. Corlys claimed and love those boys- he was proud of them, and it's been stated by the actor in the show that Luke was his favorite- that given the... events of ep.10, Corlys will be out for blood. And Viserys repeatedly insisted upon their legitimacy- because Laenor and Corlys claimed them, because he knew that by forcing Rhaenyra to marry Laenor in order to repair the damage his insults caused House Velaryon, that he had backed her into a corner.

Rhaenyras boys are remembered to history as Velaryon. Even **Green supporters** noted that they were good, capable, intelligent, and **worthy** princes. That their deaths were unfortunate *for the realm.*

Legally, those boys are legitimate. They cannot be proven illegitimate without Laenor renouncing them, and he never did. Furthermore, trying to declare children illegitimate due to their appearance is a stupid, dangerous precedent. The fact that it's people who have no ties to House Velaryon pushing these rumors and pushing for disinheritance makes it even worse, because they're meddling in the succession of a House that *is not theirs.* if that became a standard, imagine the feuds and conflicts that would erupt- lords pushing for the children of rivals to be declared illegitimate all for the sake of trying to grasp and steal land, power, and influence as a norm? The realm would tear itself apart. Not to mention the sheer danger that would place women in, in Westeros.

Furthermore, even whilst usurping her, even while calling her children bastards, the Greens also imply Laenor's homosexuality was inherited by the Velaryon princes- that they would use Rhaenyra's 'promiscuity' and Laenor's 'predilections' to turn the Red Keep into a brothel- ironic, considering that's more what Aegon would've done. So even while claiming that Rhaenyras children are bastards that shouldn't inherit, they try to state that what the boys inherit or learn from Laenor makes them unfit for the throne. They can't keep their own damn story straight- because their usurpation was never about what is moral, what is right, or the greater good. It was about greed. Power. Sexism.

It doesn't matter what those boys looked like, especially seeing as Rhaenys had dark hair in the books. What matters is that Corlys and Laenor and Viserys claimed them and declared them legitimate, and that they **never** deviated from that.

As for Vaemond, he was a second son. And he waited until Corlys and Viserys were dying and too ill to stop him to make a grasp for power. Youre not supposed to look at that and feel hes in the right. Youre supposed to look at that and see a man consumed by greed, and literally trying to bury Corlys' will and intentions before the man is even in a grave. He was NEVER Corlys' heir- he just wanted power. It wasn't about his House, or their legacy, it was about him.

(And before yall start shit about Rhaenyras boys stealing Laena's girls' inheritance... Rhaena and Baela are *TARGARYEN*. Not Velaryon. Their claim was to the throne or to any holdings in Daemon's name. NOT to Driftmark.)

Rhaenyras boys being betrothed to Rhaena and Baela tied up any issue of 'Velaryon blood.' Baela would have been queen consort of the seven kingdoms at Jace's side, and they very clearly adored one another in book and show. Rhaena would have been Lady of the Tides- which she never would have had a chance for, without Rhaenyra (and Laena) making those betrothals. She and Luke were also canonically very close- and in show she's very encouraging of him whenever he looks nervous or uncertain. They had a bond.

Rhaenyra stole nothing. She gave those girls more. And she loved them- they were the only daughters she got to have, seeing as the Greens treachery caused the early death of baby Visenya. If she hadn't loved them, she wouldn't have trusted Rhaena to look after Joffrey or give her Morning's egg from Syrax. She wouldn't have immediately invited both girls to the table when she was queen, which is something her father did not do for her until much, much later. He allowed Rhaenyra's voice to be silenced too often when she was first made heir. Rhaenyra did not repeat that hurt to her girls or her boys.

Anyways, moving on.

You lot do also remember that Rhaenyra herself has Velaryon blood, right? Jaehaerys I's mother was Alyssa Velaryon. Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya the Conquerors' mother was Valaena Velaryon. It's not immediate, but there *is* Velaryon blood through *all* of Rhaenyras boys.

Ultimately, Rhaenyras boys were only in danger because of the core Green faction usurping the throne. If they hadnt- no succession crisis or rebellion could have truly threatened Rhaenyras boys- because none of them would have had dragons. All of Rhaenyras children loved one another- her sons by Daemon would not have turned on her sons with Laenor (and Harwin). They were a true, loving family- possibly one of the healthiest and most close knit one House Targaryen ever boasted.

And another thing... 'her having babies with Harwin was stupid, she should have picked someone Valyrian!'

Here's the thing. Rhaenyra had to be careful as hell choosing who would father her and Laenor's heirs. She had to choose someone who was physically close, and who could be trusted. Someone who wouldn't try to publicly claim those boys in boast or jealousy. Someone who would keep their mouth shut and had no ambition of their own in regards to the throne. Do you really think Vaemond Velaryon (as I see him suggested a lot) would've kept his mouth shut? That he wouldn't have tried to use this to blackmail Rhaenyra and Laenor for more power and status? Do you think Rhaenys would have ever fought for or supported Rhaenyra if Rhaenyra had tried to have Corlys sire her children? And flying to see Daemon in Pentos and having a purely Valyrian child 9 months later would have made things look even more suspect.

Furthermore... she chose someone who cared for her deeply. Who clearly had a positive relationship with Laenor. She chose someone so she wouldn't have to traumatize herself- she took power over her body in a way almost no Westerosi woman has ever been able to. They were a family unit- Rhaenyra, Laenor, and Harwin. Those children were loved and cherished by two fathers and their mother. They were raised never doubting their mothers love, nor their father's- either father. They were raised and educated to be true, good princes of the realm.

Rhaenyra fought like hell for her children. She was an incredible mother. Yall just believe everything the Green faction says without looking at it critically, and that's unfortunate as hell.

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superball7666 · 5 days ago

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🪓🧇TICCI TOBY HEADCANONS!!🧇🪓

*DISCLAIMER*

18+!! MDNI

These are just my own personal interpretations of Toby and what I think he would be like.

These headcanons are also for an 'intact memories' Toby.

Let me know in the comments if you guys want me to do an 'amnesia' version!

Enjoy!

Cw- Explicit sexual content, mention of past abuse/past sexual trauma, mention of suicidal tendencies/self harm, mental disabilities/disorders, possessive behavior.

• Toby is a consent type of guy.

He doesn't care for the idea of r@pe or sexual assault because of how his father would treat his mother.

He does not want to be like his father.

He'd be intimate within his own boundaries, with exceptions such as if you asked him to go harder or be a bit rougher.

He DOES, however, like role-playing.

Stuff like Hunter & Prey or Home Burglar.

It gives him a somewhat healthy sense of chase without killing.

• Toby has borderline severe ocd.

More often than not, Toby will get an intrusive thought about hurting you in an intimate way or hurting himself due to his ocd.

He's somewhat used to it from years of having it but there are times he just can't get a disgusting image or idea out of head to the point where he'll close himself off from you in order to protect you from himself in his own way.

Though you know he'll never actually hurt you.

• His demeanor/personality.

He's a cheeky motherfucker.

He will trip you and half-ass play it off.

"Dude, did you just trip me??"

"Pfft whaaaat? Nooo...?"

His personality can switch pretty often due to his unstable upbringing, but you try your best to accommodate him when he splits.

He always appreciates that of you even if he doesn't always act like it in the moment.

Whenever he has an episode, he starts going off about seeing and hearing things like, "Did you see that?" Or "You can't h-hear them too?"

He might bite his hands or pick at his skin while in a fit.

He knows he shouldn't, but he can't help it.

These episodes, if taken too far, can result in tic attacks and/or seizures.

• He's odd.

Odd in the sense that he might "accidentally" kill a squirrel when chopping wood and then bring it in the house and ask with a straight face if you guys could have it for dinner.

*gizzards are actually pretty good, imo*

Although tourettes aren't odd, he has an occasional tic that make his say, "Lincoln/Kennedy." And point at something with finger guns.

*Irdk I just think it's a funny headcanon.*

• He uses target practice as a form of stress relief.

Whenever Toby is feeling stressed out or anxious, he'll practice his already perfect aim with his hatchets outside for hours until sundown or until he gets bored.

He'll typically take his off jacket during practice if it's sunny out and just sport a short sleeve t-shirt. Plus, it's not like you mind seeing his biceps or anything.😏

He'll always make a point to find you a cool rock or pick you some pretty flowers when he's done.

"I got you this."

"Why?"

"I thought you might like it."

• His appearance.

I picture Toby being 5'7 - 5'9 in his younger years and 5'10 - 6'2 later on.

Almost shoulder-length wavy/curly brown hair with redish undertones.

Some miscellaneous facial peircings.

Something like snake bites and double eyebrow peircings.

He usually likes to have a light beard but can't grow a full one, so he goes for a goatee and some stubble.

And you like how it feels against your inner thighs while you ride his face, so it's a win-win.

His eyes are a dark, rich brown.

Oh, how he loves to peer at you getting dressed with those dark brown eyes.

Wondering over your soft curves while you slip on his favorite pair of panties.

His cheeks are peppered with light brown freckles, tiny, almost invisible scars.

He, of course, sports his iconic cheek scar that shows his teeth, and a small tooth gap in his slightly too big front teeth.

• How he would smell.

Smelly.

Not bad smelly, just always a bit stinky.

Notes of fire and pine would drown out most of his stink, tho.

And of course you make him bathe.

He probably wouldn't as often if you didn't tell him to.

He's a dirty boy by heart.😌

• What his hobbies would be.

He tends to enjoy carving wooden animals with his hatchets.

Such as bears, wolves, and birds.

There's not a lot of stuff to do in the wilderness of the rocky mountains except for wood stuff.

Chopping wood.

Carving wood.

Having you bounce on his morning wood.

Ect and what have you.

😗

• He's not a proxy.

In my mind, Toby isn't a proxy but a puppet that Slenderman controls when he needs to have somebody dealt with.

Let's say, for example, that some rando knew about Slender, he would, in essence, put Toby into autopilot mode and carry out his bidding through him.

This leaves Toby waking up in random places with his clothes covered in b!00d and chunks of his memory missing or at the least foggy.

You always try to do your best to clean him up when he finds his way back, but he's left a bit rattled when it's done.

• He's handsy.

This man will have his greedy paws on you every chance he gets if you let him.

He constantly has to be near you or touching you in some sort of way, or he'll lose his mind.

His favorite places to touch you are your shoulders, lower back, tummy, and thighs.

Basically, anywhere that your body curves.

DONT GET ME WRONG he loooooves titties but it's not exactly a deal breaker if you're flat chested. He'll take you any way you come.

He WILL spent hours on end with either his face buried in your chest just nuzzling and taking in your scent (cough, cough, mommy issues.) Or laying across your thighs like they're his own personal pillows; occasionally rubbing and squeezing them with his rough hands.

• How he would be in bed.

Tender, playful, and LOTS of cunnilingus.

Like, 'after every round' a lot.

And he's VERY good at it.

He would absolutely drown himself in an ocean of you if he could.

He wouldn't moan very loudly at all.

Mostly grunts, soft noises, and heavy praise with some light moans on the side.

Stuff like "Good girl, f-fucking good g-girl~." , "You feel so G-God damn good, baby." And "Mmmm, yeah, j-just like that~."

He likes it when you scratch his back during too.

He knows you know it doesn't hurt him, but he still sees you holding back, so he says, "Come on, b-baby, don't be shy-y now~. Not after you s-so g-raciously opened your legs up for me."

But, this can all change depending on if you made him jealous or not.🤭

If you DID, then, well, let's just say you wouldn't be cuming anytime soon.

All that praise would get turned into spankings and orgasm control.

All "B-Beg for it." And no."Yes, please."

He'd wait till you're on the edge of your release just to pull out and leave you a whining mess.

And when he finally decides that you've learned your lesson, he's makes damn sure to leave enough hickeys for you to remember exactly who you belong to, and to never, ever do that again.

But you always do, of course.😚

• How often he'd want to do it.

All the time.

Every day if you could stand it.

Not that you'd be able to stand very well if you couldn't.🤭

This man is an absolute sex fiend.

He will steal your underwear and leave with nothing to wear underneath the pretty little skirts he got you.

Just how he likes it.

He just can't resist the sight of your plump ass bent over the table he made.

All for him. Only him.

And be prepared to get creampied.

Every. Single. Time.

Not only cause he hates wearing condoms but because he just loves the image of his partner getting absolutely stuffed with his cum.

Whimpering and dripping his love.

God, he could get off on the thought alone, but actually doing it is much better in his opinion.

• His favorite positions to do it.

Either cowgirl or missionary.

He likes doggy too but he prefers to see your face while he fucks you raw.

Sinking his cock into you while squeezing your thighs so hard you thought they might bruise.

Pleasure is a big thing for his big thing since he can't really feel many other sensations.

So feeling you pulse around his hard member is one of his favorite pass times.

WOAH this took longer than I thought!😅

Hopefully yall enjoyed my first Ticci Toby headcanons!

Later, dudes!👋😜

#ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby creepypasta #creepypasta ticci toby #ticci toby #ticci toby smut #ticci toby x reader #headcanons #creepypasta headcanons #fictional men #creepypasta fanfic #fanfic

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gwenie-creates · 3 months ago

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Petals Of Death

A Landoscar FBI Au

(inspired by criminal minds so there will be similarities lol)

TW - this story will contain mentions of r@pe, SA, & descriptions of violence

Chapter One

Oscar really should have known better than to think today might be a good day.

Not only did his car almost break down multiple times on his way to work but he also got stuck in forty minutes of traffic making him even later.

When he walked into the bullpen of the FBI’s office all eyes turned towards him. Some with disapproving stares while others with mild curiosity or boredom. Scoffing Oscar quickly made his way over to his desk.

What right did they have to judge him!? All they ever did was sit in their office chairs, typing away at their computers while Oscar and his team were actually out there making a difference.

“Ahmm.” Came a voice somewhere behind Oscar, who quickly whipped his head around, almost knocking over the extremely large stack of files on his desk. Silently cursing himself for being so clumsy. Looking up Oscar realized the “mystery” voice was his boss, Lewis Hamilton.

“Yes Sir?” Oscar asked, trying to straighten out his suit jacket to look more professional.

“We have a case,” Lewis said before adding, “And it’s a strange one so prepare yourself.”

“Of course Sir.” Oscar replied, already mentally exhausted for this case.

They had just returned from an four day long awful case about a man who was brutally murdering children and mailing their heads back to their parents. The man had been hard to catch but thankfully Oscar had managed to catch his mistake as he was devolving and figured out where he was keeping the children. Oscar even got to make the arrest of the scumbag.

Sighing Oscar got up and headed to the briefing room, mentally preparing himself for the new horrors to come.

***

“Well looky who we have here.” Max said with a shit eating grin on his face.

Oscar rolled his eyes at him before taking his seat next to Charles at the round table.

Oscar cringed internally at where he found himself. He didn’t have any problems sitting next to Charles unlike he did when he has to sit next to Carlos.

The guy has a major attitude problem in Oscar’s humble and completely unbiased opinion.

But being next to Charles consequently means being near Max, which again wasn’t bad in itself seeing as Max was Oscar’s partner but he and Charles were dating so you either ended up in the middle of their “lovers quarrels” or stuck watching them make heart eyes at one another.

Thankfully they now keep flirting to a minimum ever since Lewis called them out for it when they had accidentally put themselves on speaker while dirty talking.

Both Oscar and the whole precinct of Evan’s County Georgia had been scarred for life after that.

Shaking the thoughts of Charles's “sinful mouth” from his head with a shudder, Oscar focused his attention back on the case they were about to be presented with.

“Alright let’s get started.” Logan, their media liaison and Oscar’s best friend said.

“So this one’s a bit of a… peculiar one…” The American said, trailing off towards the end.

Logan’s confusion piqued Oscar’s interest and he sat up straighter.

Not that he didn’t always care about the cases and victims but Logan’s hesitancy was quite unusual.

“Ok so this,” Logan pointed to a picture of a young man who looked to be in his early twenties. “This is Henry Finchmen. He’s a 23 year old university student who was found dead two days ago in Springwood, West Virginia. He had been missing for two weeks and was found near the town's lake with a… flower crown on his head.”

Logan hesitated before saying flower crown.

At his last few words Oscar felt his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Sure flower crowns on the victims heads weren’t the strangest thing he’d ever heard found on a victim’s body but it was definitely unusual.

Grabbing the file in front of him Oscar flipped it open to get a closer look at the pictures of the victims.

He opened his mouth but before he could speak Carlos beat him to it.

“It says here the victims were all sexually assaulted but their bodies showed signs of being well cared for.”

“Yes–” Logan started but was interrupted.

“Wait victims? As in there's more!?” Charles asked, his eyes wide.

“Yes Charlie, which you would have already been aware of if you had actually opened the case file.” Max replied with an exasperated but loving smile.

“Well unlike you I actually like not having nightmares and don’t exactly fancy having any anytime soon.” Charles replied with a pout.

Max opened his mouth to continue arguing but Lewis interrupted.

“Guys, let's get back to the case. You can keep arguing on the plane.” Lewis said with a professional tone but a slight smile on his lips.

“Go ahead Logan.” He said, nodding for the American to continue.

“Right so there's been four bodies found, each one a male in their early twenties.”

“Four!? Why are we only being called in now?” Oscar asked incredulously.

“Because until now no one knew the guys had even been missing.” Lewis responded before continuing, “The bodies only just started showing up over the past two weeks but the first victim's ME report says he died at least four months ago.”

“Four months ago? What the hell is this guy doing with them for that long?” Max asked in disbelief.

“That’s what we need to find out.” Lewis replied.

“Wheels up in twenty we don’t know how long we have until the unsub will strike again.”

Oscar got up sparing one last glance at the board where the body of Henry Finchmen was displayed.

The flower crown laying on his curls catching Oscar’s eye once again striking him of the bizarreness of it all.

It was daisies that sat atop Henry’s blonde curls mocking the innocence the unsub had stripped of him.

#petals of death #the first chapter of my fic #this is my first ever fic so feedback is appreciated #criminal minds is where I'm getting my inspo 😭#please bare with me #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #lando norris fanfic #oscar piastri fanfic #landoscar fanfic #landoscar fic #landoscar #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #lando norris #oscar piastri #f1 au #my fic

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spicy30 · 8 months ago

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Modernness of 1400s 003

Pairing: HOTD x Fem!Modern!Reader

Extra: The reader is noted to be bilingual (Spanish speaking) and is familiar with the majority of Latin-based languages, No use of Y/N

cw: alluding to r@pe, misogyny, brief mention of drugs

Rating: 18+

Not proofread

Tags: @fan-goddess @meowmeowmothermeower @bunxia @your-favorite-god @coolalienstatesmansports

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Aegon Targaryen

Watching a strange woman enter the Throne room with strange attire (not that Aegon minded the extra show of skin and the fact that he was able to ogle the figure without a dress obscuring his view. Aegon Targaryen most definitely did not mind) was definitely not something he was expecting, along with the death of Vaemon Valeryon. He'd rather look at you than the severed head of the Valeryon.

However, watching you and hearing the way you spoke to his uncle and his father. It was most amusing. You were easy on the eyes (even if the under of your eyes was a little dark) as well so just watching you was good even if you weren’t doing anything. However, the more you spoke, the more his smile faded. It was a shame such a fine woman such as yourself was not right in the head. You spoke of all these places and even claimed to call everyone uneducated. It was clear you were mad. Though Aegon was never one to discriminate. He’s never had a mad woman before, what excitement you would bring. His fantasizing about you was cut short when his father was taken away and you once more opened your pretty mouth talking about ‘drugs.’

“Did you know, there are only two drugs that can kill you if you just quit them? Opioids, which is what your ‘milk’ is, and alcohol funny enough. Once your body becomes dependent on it, or in other words, you get addicted, if it is ripped away from the addict. The body will go into shock, thus killing the addict. Just a little fun fact to think about if you feed him that stuff every day.” That made Aegon think just a bit. Aegon wouldn’t say he had a problem with wine. He could stop if he wanted to, he just doesn’t want to. Besides, what would a mad woman know about such things?

“You think you know more than the Maesters?” His grandsire asked. Aegon was not much of a fan of Otto but made his points. A small smile grew on Aegon's face wondering if you really thought you knew more than the Grand Maester.

“Well…if my ears do not mislead me and I heard you still do leaching or bloodletting. Then I think I just might.” Aegon saw a smug smile grow on your face. You were definitely a mad woman. What education could you possibly have that would outclass the Maesters?

“If anything, you’re doing more harm than good. While leeches can be used in other ways that would be beneficial, this is not one of the ways. Your idea of leaching and bloodletting comes from the notion of bad blood or good blood right? Something along those lines. Well, there's no such thing as bad blood or good blood. What there is in the body is something called bacteria. It's on a microscopic level, don’t think you’ve discovered it yet, that's okay. Misinformation is common these days. Well in any case, when you bleed the patient, I’m pretty sure you deprive them of white blood cells and then force the body to focus on the cut instead of the actual issue that the body is facing. White blood cells are kind of like the fighters, they fight off the bad bacteria. Well it might not be exactly because of that reason, but it's one of the many reasons why it doesn’t work.” Aegon scoffed. Nonsense you blabbered out. White blood cells? Fighters? Inside the body? You were unbelievable. You were the hot, unbelievable, mad woman. Would you be as fun as you were mad? Aegon must have you. He decided there and then he would have you. Maybe give you a bastard or two. Mad children with their mad mother.

His fun ogling ended when you left with his elder sister. Of course, only women would be so stupid to believe you. A shame that the future Queen fell under that category.

The next time Aegon saw you, you had a red and bruised lip. Your hair was all in a mess and blood trailed down your chin. Such a pretty face, even when struck. He didn’t get to see you for long before you walked past him. Everyone bowed with you as the exception as he and his brother passed. He watched you pass by with a smile on his face. He turned to take a look at your backside. Those trousers did wonders for you, the round bottom was perfectly hugged and the shape of your thighs looked lascivious. He had seen countless women naked, though somehow the covering of your body only served to excite him. Leaving everything for him to imagine and feeding his lustful gaze, but just barely.

“All women who look like her should be made to wear trousers if their arse looks like that.” He grinned and told Aemond tearing his eyes away from you and looked forward as they went to go meet their mother. However, his younger brother, even the dull one, did not respond.

As they both reached their mother Aegon did not pay much attention to what she had to say though he heard the loud cries of his father inside the room. A grim fate. Aegon hoped that whatever his father had, he would not inherit the dreadful disease. Aegon focused his gaze on the ground. He narrowed his eyes as he stepped back noticing that he was stepping over specks of blood on the floor. Disgusting.

Soon enough after enough of his mother’s rambling, he quickly headed off to his chambers, schemes in his head started to play out of ways to get you. Normally he would just take you by force, but it seems that his elder half-sister has taken you, so unfortunately, that was not an option anymore. He sat down to pour himself a cup of wine. Before he began pouring your words echoed in his head.

“Did you know, there are only two drugs that can kill you if you just quit them? Opioids, which is what your ‘milk’ is, and alcohol is funny enough.”

He paused looking at the dark liquid before shrugging and pouring. “Words of a mad woman.” He hummed out drinking his wine happily. He sat in his own chambers trying to think of ways to perhaps woo you. He was a prince. That title came with perks. Surely he could impress you somehow. You were commonly born, a simple act should do the trick. Perhaps a necklace. Women seemed to enjoy those. No, you were common born, he should give you something that didn’t cost him anything, but just enough to get you to drop those trousers for him.

He grinned as an idea popped into his head. A dragon ride. A common born riding a dragon, that would make any swoon for him.

Gulping the rest of the wine down he stepped outside. He assumed you were somewhere in the west wing of Maegor’s holdfast, that was the way you were headed. Making his way over there he ran across a cute little maid, he could stop for a quick fuck, right?

“You there. Stop.” He called and grinned as she looked up towards him with scared eyes. But his attention was instead brought to a black piece in her arms, she clutched it closely to her chest. “What is that?”

“Something belonging to the Lady that came in today. I was assigned to deliver it to her, your grace.” The young maid finished and suddenly he decided that no, he did not have time for a little fun. Here you were missing one of your belongings. It would only be right for it to be returned to you. It would earn him some points with you.

“Give it to me.” Aegon extended his hand. The young maid hesitated but a look from Aegon had her quickly handing it over. “Where is she? I’ll give it to her.”

The maid gave the answer and Aegon dismissed her. The maid did not need to be told twice before she scrambled off. Aegon tugged to try and get the bag open. It was a strange material and something held it closed. Like metal stitches. He shook the bag vigorously trying to get the things inside to fall out. A small metallic tube fell out. Aegon was quick to pick it up. He shook it. There didn’t seem to be anything inside. He held the top and it came off showing a… red stick? He didn’t know what it was. He smelled it and it gave off a mint-like smell mixed with something else he couldn’t name.

He swiped his thumb over the red stick, though it showed pink and glossy on his thumb. It was some sort of pigment? Aegon looked around before he licked his thumb. It didn’t taste like anything, maybe just a little mint, but nothing else. He played around with it a little more before he discovered if he twisted the bottom more of the red stick would come out. Aegon does know how long he stayed in the hallways playing around with this red stick. Finally, he capped it and put it back into the pockets of the bag. He saw a little metal piece at the edge of the metal stitching. He pulled it and the metal stitching became undone. A child-like curiosity took over Aegon as he continued to play with the metal stitching, enjoying the sound it made when he opened it and closed it.

Then he reached inside, curious as to what he would find. His hand touched something cold and firm. He pulled it out. It was a strange small box. He pulled it out and shook it next to his ear, but nothing sounded. He opened the top and found two small things inside. He opened and closed the top over and over again. How did the top stay on without a latch? He wondered. Aegon pulled at one of the things inside the box and to his surprise they came out with no effort. He put it back and it fell back into place.

Aegon knew it was stupid, but he put his hand out as he flipped the box to see if the pieces would fall. He assumed they would, but to his shock, they didn’t. He shook it a bit, but they didn’t fall out. He let out a sound of amazement before taking out one of the pieces and inspecting it. He didn’t know what to make out of it. He let the thing fall back into its place before he let the small box fall back into your bag. He dug back into the bag and felt another cold firm box. He pulled out and inspected. On this box, there was no opening, just a black reflective thing on the front, with circles on the back. He tapped on them and nothing happened.

Aegon used the black piece on the front as a makeshift mirror to look at himself, though he much preferred the mirrors they had. As he observed it more, it looked like it was made out of some sort of metal. Aegon began pressing the buttons on the side of the box thing. Nothing happened. He tried again. Once more nothing happened. He hummed and shrugged, dropping it back in. It definitely wasn’t as cool as the other box he picked up before.

He felt something thin and weird. He pulled it out and it was a white line…it looked like a rope. He pulled out two others with another box thing. You sure did love boxes. This box had two metal things protruding out of it. They weren’t sharp, so if they weren’t used as weapons, what was this for? He looked around it, nothing to open this one either. He dropped it back inside before inspecting the weird-feeling ropes. On one it had two metal parts protruding out of both sides. Observing the shape he grinned and pulled out the last box. Looking at both shapes, he inserted one metal piece into the hole the box had. It clicked and he gave a triumphant grin. However, if this box was a rope holder, what good was only one entrance? Shrugging he moved onto the second rope. This one had a circle at the end. It had an indent on one side, but flat on the other. It had a sleek feel.

He wondered what it could possibly be used for. A whip? Why would you carry a whip? Then he remembered you were a mad woman. Dropping it back inside he dug around some more before pulling out a circle. He clicked the top of it and it popped open. Inside was a very clean mirror. It looked new and polished. Only those of wealth had mirrors, however, none in such pristine condition. Aegon began to second-guess himself. Perhaps, you were not commonly born at all. He dropped the mirror back in and walked to where you were staying. He gave a knock before he opened the door. It smelled sweet and fruity. How you had managed to get your room to smell better than the entire castle was beyond him.

He looked up and he felt his pants tighten against him as he looked at your small clothes. They were unlike anything he’d ever seen. Yes, leaving your body to the imagination was nice, but nothing beats seeing you in these salacious small clothes.

You gave a surprise yell before covering yourself. A shame, he would’ve liked to look longer.

“Is this what women wear where you’re from?” He asked. If it was, Aegon knew where wanted to go once he was free to leave this keep. Once he claimed you, he would ask to take him where you were from and perhaps you would take him there and Aegon could live happily.

You yelled at him to get out. He tossed you your purse before trying to get one last look before leaving. Mid-way back to his room he stopped. Damn! He had forgotten to ask you if you would want to go on dragon back. Aegon Targaryen was a man who lacked much shame, however, he still did have some, and going back to ask you would be taking away the little shame he did have. It was of no matter, it’s not like you were going anywhere.

Later that night at the dreadful family dinner, Aegon was pleasantly surprised when you came. He admired the dress. You did look good in green. It complemented his own suit, though by extension also his dreadfully boring brother, Aemond. Though the longer he looked towards you, the subtle differences he saw. For one, the bruise that should be on your face was not there, and your lips were shown as if they were coated in a pink-red honey. It reminded him of the thing in your purse he was playing with earlier. Though what you had on your lips shone brighter than when it was on his thumb.

The dark under your eyes that was there when he first saw you was also gone. Your eyelashes seemed longer and darker than he recalled. Your eyes looked bigger and overall, if he thought you were easy on the eyes before, well now it was just better. Certain parts of your skin shone under the light highlighting your face. You looked unreal to him. This only served to encourage him further.

Aegon Targaryen had to have you, even if it was just once. (He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it at just one)

Throughout the night, the both of you smiled at each other and Aegon took every shred of attention you gave him. Even when you did laugh at his expense, he took it. His one goal tonight was to have you, or at least take a step closer to sharing your bed sometime in the near future. So when his cousin; Jacaerys, took his wife to dance, he couldn’t bring himself to care too much. Though, it did irk him just a bit. So standing he went to ask for your hand to dance, never noticing he just saved you from a night of drowning in pity.

“A dance my lady?” He asked.

“I don’t know how to dance the way y’all dance.” You answered and he picked up the informality you spoke with. How were you not commonly born? What was ‘y’all?’ Aegon ignored it in favor of trying to get a dance from you.

“How do you dance to this music?” He tried though from the corner of his eye he saw Jace and his wife dancing and once more just a little pin of annoyance stirred in him.

“Waltz maybe? I don’t know” You responded and Aegon found himself asking what a waltz was. Nevertheless, Aegon persisted.

“Teach me then.” Aegon took your hand and pulled you from your seat. He wouldn’t allow you to say no. As you rise from your seat Aegon is positive that inviting you to dance was the best decision he has ever made. You smelled heavenly, it was almost unreal and he had to physically restrain himself from hugging you and burying his face into your neck and simply inhaling you.

For a split moment, a thought of a monogamous relationship entered his mind. Having only you by his side he’d become addicted to your scent and honestly, he doesn’t think he could ever stomach any smell from any other woman in King’s Landing. He inhaled deeply trying to get more as you both walked to the dance floor.

You took him by surprise as you got closer to him and once more your sweet scent invaded his nose. Everything about you smelled heavenly, even your breath smelled nice, which was rare. He hoped the wine would be the only thing you smelled from him. “The best I have is from Cinderella.” You whispered and took his arm and placed it around your waist and you held his hand.

“I don’t know what Cinderella is, but if it means you’re this close to me, then I think I’ll like it,” Aegon spoke in a light manner, but he meant every word. Any dancing that would allow him to be this close to you, he would gladly learn “So what now?”

As you taught him the steps of this dance he relished having you in his arms and soon he felt as if the rest of the room faded away. You completely engulfed him and the entirety of his being. Perhaps, with you, he would become mad as well. Now that he had you in his arms and looked at your impossibly perfect features, he doubts any other woman would be able to compare. He would go mad if he did not have you. Some way, somehow, Aegon Targaryen would make you his, permanently.

Jacaerys Velaryon

The first time Jacaerys was able to really look at you, it wasn’t under the most favorable circumstances. For one he was fuming at the insinuation Aemond had made. Secondly, you had just been pushed into him and he nearly fell on top of you. Despite all that, the only thing he could really focus on was your features and the scent you emitted. You had smelled quite nice before, but the way you smelled now, combined with the way you looked. It was enough to just have him staring at you shamelessly before he would look away when you looked towards him. As you continued to hold him back and he held you due to helping you up from when you fell on top of him his eyes subconsciously traveled down to look at your exposed skin and it almost seemed that you had specks of gold across your skin giving it a shine that he has never seen before. Not even the wealthiest Lannister shinned as your skin did.

Unfortunately for Jace, Aemond just had to make another comment and once more Jace was angered looking away from you and glaring at Aemond. Though to his surprise you came to his defense. Never once had Jace spoken a word to you and the only word you ever spoke to him was ‘stop.’ He watched you face Aemond with a glare, but as you moved the scent from your hair hit him in the face. He fought the urge to inhale and as if you were torturing him, you turned once more to look at him, or at least that is what he assumed. In the midst of having you in his arms, he felt you stiffen and rip yourself away from him. He turned and saw Daemon and then your cautious look. You looked as if you were ready to run away at any given moment.

Though Jace understood. He had threatened to kill you if you could not heal the King, but anyone could see he was beyond saving. It was an impossible mission and you just happened to be the poor soul who would bear the punishment. He watched as Daemon grabbed your face and held it so tight that blood came from your lip.

For the second time that day, Jacaerys looked away from you as you seemed to plead for help from anyone. When he looked up again he saw Aemond taking you away. Not once did you glance back.

That night he and his brother sat inside their mother’s chamber while she tended to his injury on his sword-holding hand. Luke had asked what happened earlier but Daemon did not give them an answer.

“I will go make preparations to see you both sent home, then I will return on dragon back.” His mother spoke and Jacaerys was the first to oppose the idea. He didn’t want to go home, not yet. For one he was just promised to Baela and would like to talk to her just a bit more and of course, there was you, whom he was ever curious about. Both he and Luke made their cases about wanting to converse with their betrothed to pressure their mother into letting them stay.

Luke really ended up winning his mother over by making the excuse that Rheana would not see her grandmother for quite some time and that it would be cruel to only let her see once under such grim circumstances.

Both Jace and Luke walked out of the room happy with themselves as they both went to their own respective rooms.

The next time you crossed Jace’s mind was when he overheard the maid talking about you.

“There is something wrong with her!” One of them whispered.

“All of those things within her room! I don’t even want to touch her sheets!” Another spoke.

Jacaerys watched as another maid ran over to them explaining what she saw this morning. “I saw white foam in one of her cups!”

“Is she rabid!?” The other quickly speculated and while Jacaerys wanted to roll his eyes at the insinuation, why would there be white foam in a cup in your room of all places?

“She does not drink much water or eat much, all signs of it! The girl is rabid!” And just like that Jacaerys witnessed the birth of a rumor that spread like wildfire around the keep.

All around you were the topic of such terrible gossip. From tales of madness because they heard you yelling or strange melodic sounds from your room. Then of course there were the strange drinks you fed to King Viserys. As strange as it might be, the King did seem much better from what his mother told him. For a whole week, he stayed away from you and the wing that held your room and instead was with his betrothed.

“Let's go to the west wing,” Baela said while smiling. In this past week, he had seen that Baela was more mischievous than he would’ve thought.

“The West Wing? Why?” Jacaerys asked. He knew exactly why but he honestly did not want to confirm such rumors that flew around you.

“Just come on!” Baela pushed and she walked off without him and reluctantly Jace followed. As he entered the Castle walls, it was hot and humid. He pulled his collar just a bit to try and get some airflow through his thick clothing. As they reached closer to the west wing they found it completely empty. Had you really driven everyone out of this wing? As they neared your door they heard giggles from the other side and faint sounds of clapping. Both Baela and Jace turned to look at each other as they neared the door putting their ear against it.

“Nikola Tesla who?” A squeal of happiness was heard. Who was Nikola Tesla? Jacaerys wondered. He had never heard a name like that, much less the last name. Just then they heard the door moving. You were opening the door and both Jace and Baela stepped back and looked away. Though he was facing away he knew when the door opened. A familiar scent of you invaded his sense of smell and once more he was taken back to the night where he held you, your glossy lips that seemed unnaturally pigmented though they suited your face nicely and of course the shimmering your skin.

“Your grace? Graces?” You questioned. Both he and Baela turned to face you. Upon seeing you he immediately averted his eyes to the ground. You were in your night clothes, it was mid-day.

“My lady! You are a nightgown!” He heard Baela speak in a shocked tone.

“Oh, so that's what this is called. I thought it went under the dress.” You spoke in a nonchalant tone as if you did not care that this was nearly as bad as inviting a man into your room. It was most inappropriate though occasionally and unwillingly his eyes traveled to parts of your exposed legs. He quickly looked away reprimanding himself, but he did a second-take when he saw your toenails. They were…white? Then he looked up to take a look at your hands, and to his surprise your nails were also painted white and they were rather long. He wondered how he had not seen that before.

“No, you wear those to sleep. My lady it is midday.” Baela spoke once again, clearing her throat.

“Oh really? I guess time does fly by. Anyways I wear this all day, it provides good airflow, but I’m guessing this is not appropriate attire by his reaction….” He could practically hear the purses of your lips and could imagine the reaction you had on your face. “Well I came to ask the maids to deliver me breakfast or I suppose lunch now. I do have a lot of work to do.”

“Breaking your fast? At this hour?” Baela asked and Jacaerys saw the shift in your stance.

“Yeah, they got me slavin’ me away. The work I’m doing right now takes priority and I’m allowing myself a small break to eat a bit.” You spoke in such a carefree way even though you were in your nightgown. It was certainly something to see or hear in his case.

“Okay well… if you see any maids.” You snapped and he lifted his head to see you pointing at them both. “Send 'em my way.” And with that, you turned around and went back into your room.

He turned to see Baela already facing him with a disbelieving smile. She gave a scoff before she led him away and they did send the first maid they saw to you.

…

Jacaerys stood outside the dragon pit waiting for a carriage. Your carriage. He didn’t know how exactly this wager came to fruit, but he felt extraordinarily excited for what was to come.

All he knew was that one moment he was walking along the West Wing (Ever since he had gone there with Baela he found himself frequenting that area much more than he should.) and the next you were next to him walking around the Maegor’s keep.

“So you grew up here with Aegon and Aemond?” You asked and Jacaerys found himself wondering how familiar you were with his uncles to call them by their names without using their titles.

“Yes, though after the death of Lady Laena, we moved to Dragon Stone.” He explained as you walked next to him.

“Who is Lady Laena?” You asked looking over to him and Jacaerys turned to look at you. Once more you looked slightly different once again. Your skin tone seemed more even than last time, and your eyelashes once more looked more defined giving you the appearance of bigger eyes. Your lips seemed more pigmented as well, but as always you smelled heavenly.

“She is my Aunt and mother of Princess Baela and Princess Rheana.” He watched you nod in understanding. “Princess Baela is the one I saw last time, right?” You asked and he nodded.

“Is the late lady Laena your aunt on your father’s side or mother’s?” You asked once more after a moment of silence.

“Father.” Well by technicality, Laena wasn’t his aunt at all. More like a distant relative. Though you didn’t need to know that.

“Prince Daemon…?” You purse your lips trying to figure out his family. It would take quite a while for you to learn all of his family and how they were each connected. He shook his head. “No, Daemon is not my father. My father is Ser Laenor Velaryon. He passed not long after his sister.”

“Oh…my condolences.” You looked away from him, seeming embarrassed you had brought it up. “Thank you, but do not fret my lady. It happened long ago.” He tried to remedy your guilt.

“Okay let's choose a new topic, what do you want to talk about?” You asked and he drew a blank. No one had asked him that normally conversations had a purpose and once it was fulfilled they would go their separate ways. It was always like that except with his brother, but that was his brother. “I do not know. What would you wish to converse about?”

You stopped and he turned to face you watching you tap your chin while you smiled and looked up thinking. “Oh! Tell me more about this place.”

“Maegor’s holdfast?” He didn’t know exactly how it was made but everyone knows the story of Maegor the Cruel.

“Sure. Yeah, tell me about Maegor’s holdfast.” You began walking once more and he followed your lead.

“I must confess my lady, I do not know much about how Maegor built this place, only that it was secret pathways and that every builder that made his holdfast was sentenced to death by him so that no one would know all the secret passages.” He explained as he looked around the grand walls of the holdfast.

“Woah, that's a bit much no?” You spoke and turned towards Jacaerys who nodded in return. “He earned the name Maegor the Cruel. Everyone knows the story.”

“Not me.” That was all you said and Jacearys explained the infamous story of the cruelest king the Seven Kingdoms has ever known.

“Wow. His story reminds me of Henry VIII. He certainly has the wives for it.” Jacaerys had never heard of him before.

“Henry? Who was he?” He asked and you smiled towards him.

“One of the most infamous Kings of England.” And with that another long hour of you explaining the history of Henry VIII to Jacaerys. He lost track of time as you both walked in circles throughout the holdfast.

“I can certainly see resemblances, though Maegor was never on friendly terms with the citadel,” Jacaerys spoke as he watched you touch the walls around you.

“Yes, Anne Boleyn is a beloved and iconic figure in history.” You gave him a smile. It was clear you favored her.

“Quite cunning she was.” He offered.

“When you get a man to divorce his wife, which wasn’t accepted then, and then get a whole country to break faith with a religion majority practice. You’re a lot more than cunning. In the end, her daughter became the second Queen England ever had and her rule was considered one of the most glorious in English history. Then she promptly ended his lineage, the Tudor lineage, and a new fraction in the English monarchy came.” Yes, certainly more than cunning Anne Boleyn was. All the struggle in his life only for his line to end as revenge for her mother, was ironic. Though his thoughts hung on the way you spoke of divorce. It was hardly accepted here either and was usually a taboo topic, though you spoke as if it was something normal.

“Is divorce common where you come from?” He asked you and to his surprise, you nodded.

“Most couples that marry end up divorced. It is more than common, it’s the norm.” Divorce here was unthinkable, even if the woman was barren or a husband happened to father many bastards, it was always scandalous when divorce was spoken about.

“You look surprised.” You told him with a smile. “I promise that is the least surprising thing about where I come from.”

It was a challenge. Throughout the entirety of your conversation, never once had he said something that truly had you surprised like how your comment about divorce had him.

“You don’t think King’s Landing has things surprising or interesting.”

“That's an ugly way of saying it. I’m just saying that nothing here isn’t something I already know about. I guarantee whatever your most advanced version of the technology is, I can come up with something that outclasses it.” You gave a cocky look. “I’m a pretty smart girl.” You grinned as you walked ahead.

Jacaerys smiled and ran to catch up with you. “I think I could show you something that would surprise you.”

“Are you, Prince Jacaerys Valeryon, proposing a wager?” Jacaerys watched you stop and place a hand on your hip with a smile.

“Only if you accept my lady.” He reciprocated your smile.

You let out a hum and pursed your lips as if thinking over his suggestion. “What do I get when I win?”

“Is it when already?” He scoffed out. A dragon ride, he doubts you’ve ever been on a dragon and if he must, he’s sure Vermax will agree to do a couple of tricks.

“Oh yeah. I think I know a little something that’ll outmatch anything you got.” You shot back with a little laugh.

“Well if you win, I will complete one request, anything.” It was a dangerous game to play, but so be it. Jacaerys would like to see your reaction to Dragonback.

“Anything? Thats dangerous. You’d best rethink that.” You warned and he saw a mischievous glint in your eyes. “I’m confident. Anything, silver, gold, a title. Anything you name it.” Jacaerys stood behind his word.

“You got yourself a deal.” You grinned and extended your right hand. He took it and you gave a firm shake. “So when do I get to see this…grand thing.” You spoke as you gripped his hand.

“Tomorrow morning. Wear trousers, you’ll need them.” He held your hand tight unwilling to bend to you.

“Noted. Where do I meet you?” You asked with a brow raised.

“The dragon pit.” He answered confidently and he saw your brows shoot up with a smile as you tilted your head. Already a small victory, a showing of what was to come.

“Dragons? Like Komodo dragons?” That made Jacaerys backtrack a bit. His confidence dimmed just a bit.

“You have dragons?” His tone gave away his hesitance and he cursed himself.

“Well, they’re not traditional dragons. No wings, but they are the largest lizards in the world and have one of the most venomous bites in the world. Pretty fearsome, I didn’t think you’d have them here.” You answered with a thoughtful smile.

With that, his confidence returned. Jacaerys kept quiet and only smiled. He was definitely winning this wager.

So now here he stood waiting to receive you. It wasn’t long before your carriage stopped in front of him. You opened the door and you stood there with a black cloak on your shoulders and on your face sat an unhappy expression.

“My lady.” He greeted helping you down. You got down and turned away from him holding onto the carriage.

“Yeah, just uh…give me a second,” He saw your shoulders shake. Had you gotten sick in only a day? “Sorry, motion sickness, and the city doesn’t exactly smell the best.” Jacaerys nodded, not that you could see. You smelled so different from anyone else here, it was no wonder you were sensitive to smell. If he would only smell you all day, he’d be sick smelling King’s Landing too.

“You’d like it better on Dragon Stone.” He shouldn’t have said that. Jacaerys Valeryon was promised to Baela Targaryen. He knew there was an implication in his words, but for now, to make himself feel better, he would not acknowledge it.

You simply gave a hum before turning to him. Taking off the hood you smiled. “Sorry. Okay now, let's go see about that wager.” Jacaerys offered his hand with a smile and you took it. You walked to the Dragon pit.

“I want you to meet my dragon: Vermax.” He spoke in low tones before nodding to the dragon handlers. He turned keeping his eyes on you. As the ground shook your smile faded as your mouth opened in shock.

“IS THAT A DRAGON!?”

Note: I think it's funny having Aegon play with AirPods and lipsticks also him not knowing how magnets work or zippers. Also Guys, pls talk to me 🥹 Ask me things.

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riselike-a-phoenix · 3 months ago

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I see many people still try to excuse the actions of Sakamaki brothers, so I want to say it once and for all

THEIR BEHAVIOUR IS UNEXCUSABLE!!!!

Do you hear me? No, it doesn't make it okay since they were abused themselves! No, their trauma doesn't excuse them abusing and killing all those girls!!! No, it doesn't excuse their treatment of Yui!!!!

Now, it's a different thing to explain WHY they are the way they are. But it is another to EXCUSE their behaviour with it!!!!

In their core, they are VAMPIRES. Demonic entities who do not posses much human emotions and empathy. And frankly, most of the boys are sadistic BY NATURE!! Just look at Shu and Reiji. True, Beatrix wasn't the warmest of mothers out there. But you can't say she was horrible, and you certainly cannot say that she is the one responsible for how cruel Shu and Reiji grew up to be. Reiji literally burned down an entire village AS A CHILD!!! A freaking child!!!

The triplets are of course the most traumatised, since their mother was Cordelia, and she was especially cruel and cold (and we all know what she did to each of her sons). But again, you cannot say that "well, it's normal that they treat girls like that, look at their childhood". No!! Their trauma doesn't make it okay for them to abuse and kill propably hundreds of teenage girls.

And lastly Subaru. Yeah, Christa wasn't a good mom. But then again, her own situation was very bad (still doesn't make it okay with how she treated her son) but at her core, I believe she loves Subaru. It's just unfortunate that he reminds her of Karl (whom she loves and hates at the same time).

But Subaru himself is....well....with him I always have these mixed feelings. Yeah, he's a tsundere, and he believes that nobody can love him and he should always be alone. BUT....he also killed some brides. And while some of them may have been accidents, some of them weren't. He has major anger issues, and is like a ticking bomb. One moment he's chill and can actually talk to you, and the next he's punching a hole in the wall (or your face). And again, I understand why he's like this, BUT....it doesn't make it okay for him to literally destroy anything and anyone in his reach......

And don't even get me started on the SA that they commit. Truly, Yui and the other brides go through some truly horrible SA in this story, and EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THE BOYS DO IT!!!!

And yeah, some are worse (Laito), but many of them still do it, whether coercion, manipulating or straight up R*PE, sometimes in front of the other guys. Sweet Jesus......

That is all, don't excuse their behaviour just because "they are hot". Theh are demons.

Peace

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theangryhistoriananna · 23 days ago

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I come out of a two day fever to find out that we're accusing Lucien of laughing at a r*pe joke made at Elain's expense?

Please....please I'm begging you. Show me where Lucien-the SA victim-EVER laughed at a r*pe joke made at ANYONE'S expense?

Please stop trying to make Lucien is actually a bad guy happen. It's never going to happen.

#Lucien Vanserra #Pro Lucien Vanserra #Elucien #Pro Elucien

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 4 months ago

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The Thousand Yard Stare Chapter 3

Summary: Bucky Barnes has served his country well, and at a great personal cost. After being rescued as a prisoner of war, he is struggling as he gets back into civilian life. His newfound PTSD is severe. His friends and family try to help, but he needs a lot more than they can give. His mother signs him up for a Veteran recovery home, where he meets people struggling just like him, and the home director who has her own dark past to deal with. He might just find love along the way as he searches for peace.

Warnings: mentions of physical assault, violence, being taken prisoner; sexual assault/r@pe; PTSD/anxiety/depression/panic attacks, flashbacks, nightmares; suicide/minor character death; eventual smut

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Two weeks later Bucky found himself at a bar. The whole “family,” as Y/N liked to call their ragtag group, had piled into her old truck and gone to the local bar for a monthly karaoke night. He watched a bunch of strangers get up and sing some popular songs badly as he drank his fourth beer of the night, laughing at the particularly bad ones. Scott got up and sang “Ain’t No Other Man” with the sass of a teenage girl, Clint sang “Creep” in a way that actually made Bucky emotional, and Pietro had taken it upon himself to shmooze every woman in the bar during his rendition of “Sex on Fire,” singing a little too long to Y/N for Bucky’s liking. She had just pushed him off with a laugh, but there was a definite blush to her cheeks.

Bucky knew that his feelings were ridiculous. She was the home director, one of the people being paid to help him. He chucked it up to just a crush, something that he would get over eventually. And yet here he was, glaring at Pietro when he cupped Y/N’s face and sang to her about “hot as a fever” and “I could just taste it.”

“Alright folks, it's almost closing time,” the bar owner, Happy, said on the mic. There was a chorus of boos and he just smiled and held his hand up for everyone to quiet down. “But let’s end it on a high note,” he winked, and there was a sudden uproar. Bucky looked around in slight alarm. He leaned over to Wanda sitting next to him.

“What’s happening?” he asked.

“You’ll see,” she answered him, a small smirk on her face.

“Come on, you,” Happy said, looking at Y/N and beckoning her on stage.

“Oh no,” Y/N said, waving her hands in front of her, but quickly the entire bar started chanting things like “Do it!” and yelling her name. After a moment and with Bruce pushing her she finally stood up and relented, making everyone cheer as she headed towards the stage.

“You always fight it when you know you’re going to do it anyway!” Happy scolded her as she walked up to him.

“Yeah yeah,” Y/N laughed and patted his shoulder as she walked past him to the center of the stage. “What do y’all wanna hear tonight?” she asked, getting the microphone stand fixed to her height.

The crowd started shouting different things and then Bruce stood up and approached the stage. She leaned down and he whispered in her ear and she smiled. As he went to sit back down she stood up and said, “Purple Rain it is.” There was an applause as Happy got the song loaded on the karaoke machine. The guitar blared through the speakers and Y/N got herself comfortable on the stool that was on the stage behind her. Bucky looked at Wanda again, who gave him a wink.

“I never meant to cause you any sorrow…” Y/N started the song, and Bucky’s mouth dropped open. Wanda snickered next to him, giving Pietro next to her a nudge who laughed at Bucky’s face. As she kept singing the whole group saw Bucky’s astonishment and all quietly laughed at him. He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Y/N was a great singer, and he couldn’t stop himself as he leaned forward, his eyes widening. “Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing!” she sang, a rasp in her voice as the crowd cheered for her even louder. “It’s time we all reach out for something new that means you, too,” she pointed at Bucky, giving him a wink. He blushed, his face feeling hot as Pietro reached over and clapped his shoulder. “...let me guide you to the Purple Rain. Purple Rain, Purple Rain!” She got into the feeling of the song, making up harmonies and runs, and as the last few lines started she had the whole bar singing along with her.

When the final note was sung and the guitar ended everyone in the bar was on their feet, clapping and cheering for Y/N as she set the microphone back on the stand and bowed. “Thank you!” she said cheerfully, then quickly got off the stage. She was bombarded by people at different tables congratulating her and complimenting her until she reached their table.

“Y/N you goddess!” Pietro greeted her first, giving her a hug.

“That was wonderful, honey, thank you,” Bruce said quietly, and she gave him a warm smile.

“Great job,” Wanda said.

When she made it up to Bucky he just stared at her in awe. “Did you like karaoke Buck?” she asked.

“Loved it,” he said, looking at her like she was brand new. “You were amazing. I didn’t know you could sing.”

“Oh well,” she waved away his compliment. “I’m alright.”

Bucky was going to retort but was interrupted by Happy on the microphone. “That’s it for tonight folks! Pay your tabs and drive safe!” Y/N rounded everyone up and shepherded them out to the truck. Pietro was sufficiently drunk, Wanda having to hold him up slightly as they lugged him into the backseat. Wanda, Scott and Clint squished in and sat with him as Bruce and Bucky sat in the front with Y/N. Even though Bucky was tall and bulky he got the middle seat next to Y/N as she drove.

“Everyone in?” Y/N asked, taking a look at the back seat. Pietro snored loudly, making everyone laugh. “Alright, let’s go.” It was about a 20 minute drive back to the house, so Bucky tried to get comfortable squished in the middle. After the fourth time of his elbow bumping into Y/N’s arm she sighed. “Buck, just put your arm up around me,” she said. When he hesitated she grabbed his hand and brought it around her shoulders to rest on the seat behind them. She patted his hand once it was in position and then brought her hand back to the wheel, focusing on the road.

Bucky’s body felt like it was vibrating. Those four beers were kicking in, and being this close to a girl, particularly a girl that he was crushing on, who was beautiful and kind and funny and apparently a great singer, was not helping. After a few more tense minutes Bucky shifted in the seat, his knee slightly rubbing against hers. He turned toward her a bit. “You were really great up there,” he said quietly, trying not to wake everyone up who had fallen asleep in the back seat.

Y/N smiled and huffed a laugh. “Thank you. I’m alright.”

“Yeah you said that, but seriously,” Bucky said, looking at her. “You’re amazing.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, surprised by his genuine tone. “That’s nice of you, thank you.” She looked back at the road, a blush on her cheeks. Bucky smiled at the fact that he was able to make her blush. “Maybe next time you can get up there and show us your vocal chops?” she asked, giving him a teasing smile.

“I don’t know about that,” Bucky laughed. “I’m no you.”

“Can’t be any worse than Scott,” she joked. Bucky snorted, trying to keep his laugh quiet, and she laughed with him.

They reached the house and she parked the truck. Bucky helped get Pietro inside as everyone else yawned and slowly trudged to their rooms. Once Y/N made sure everyone was inside and safe she locked the house up and went upstairs. Bucky was getting Pietro laid down on his bed as she checked his room. “You good, Buck?” she whispered.

Bucky ducked Pietro’s arm that tried to hold him close, another rough snore making Y/N cover her mouth to stop from laughing. Bucky gave her a wide-eyed stare that made her snicker and she quickly moved away from Pietro’s room so he wouldn’t hear her laughing. Bucky snorted again and walked out of the room, closing the door behind himself. “I don’t wanna be his cuddle buddy, sorry,” Bucky whispered.

Y/N covered her whole face as she tried not to burst out laughing. Bucky laughed quietly with her as they moved toward their respective rooms. Once she had control of herself and calmed down she looked at him with her bright smile. “That’s too bad. He is quite good at cuddling, not gonna lie,” she said.

This made Bucky bristle. She obviously had been physically close with each of them at some point. He gave her a tight smile. “I’m sure,” he said flatly.

Y/N gave him an odd look. “I guess I shouldn’t have told you that. I’m not a therapist, technically, but shouldn’t be talking about other people’s sessions with me,” she said sheepishly.

Bucky shrugged. “Well, goodnight,” he said.

“Goodnight Bucky. I really hope you had fun tonight,” she said, stepping toward him.

“I did, thanks,” Bucky nodded, not able to stay upset with her.

“Good,” Y/N nodded. They sat there staring at each other for another minute. Bucky couldn’t get a read on her, and then she blinked and shook her head, giving him a quick smile. “See you tomorrow.”

“Sleep well,” Bucky said, watching her leave.

“You first,” she teased, then disappeared into her room.

***

Bucky’s nightmares weren’t as frequent anymore. He still had them, but instead of waking up screaming he was able to jerk awake and remind himself it wasn’t real, it wasn’t happening right then, that he was safe. If he did make any noises Teddy and Y/N would be right there to help ground him back to the present. As the months went by he could feel himself getting better, slowly but surely. Dr. Strange had been a huge success with him so far, especially after opening up about his assault, and he craved his cuddle sessions with Y/N every week, reveling in having her close, even in a “professional” setting. He was in deep denial about his feelings toward her, trying to focus on the reason he was there, and yet his dreams very quickly turned to her on those good nights. And if his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, he could have sworn that he had seen her give him long glances and hungry looks here and there, her hugs more affectionate or their cuddle sessions feeling more personal at times.

The holidays were coming up. Y/N went all out for Halloween, the whole house decorated in pumpkins and garlands and autumn leaves. She was in full swing with the holiday season, which in her words was September through December. She baked and cooked every Autumn goodie she could think of, and dragged everyone along with her to go to the local Autumn festivals. Bucky loved watching her get excited over things like this, and happily helped her decorate, cook and bake whatever she was wanting.

As Thanksgiving approached she had invited all of the veteran’s families to come attend a family gathering dinner at the home. Bucky’s parents as well as Steve and Sam were invited and they all agreed to come. On Thanksgiving day Bucky hugged each of them for a long time, missing them while he’d been away.

“You look well rested,” George said. “Sleeping better?”

“Mostly,” Bucky said. “It’s been getting better.”

“Good,” George smiled.

Steve and Sam went out back with him as they all played a short game of basketball. “You look good, man,” Sam said as he took a shot. “Not as grumpy.”

“Fuck off,” Bucky laughed at him as he dribbled the ball.

“No you do,” Steve agreed. “This place has been good for you.” Steve looked hopeful as Bucky took a shot and made it. “Or maybe a certain someone has been good for you,” he teased, grabbing the ball.

“What?” Bucky asked, looking confused.

“Yeah,” Sam laughed. “I think I’d be looking pretty good if someone like that was cuddling with me on a weekly basis,” he joked, gesturing toward the house.

“Oh come on, dude,” Bucky groaned. “That’s her job is to help me.”

“Sure,” Sam said. “So you have no feelings whatsoever?”

“I–” Bucky started.

“Hey Buck?” Y/N’s voice called out from the porch.

“Yeah?” his head whipped around, focusing solely on her. Sam and Steve snickered behind him.

“Could you help me with something?” she asked, looking frustrated.

“Yeah sure!” Bucky said, jogging toward the house. As she turned back inside he turned towards the guys and flipped them off, making them laugh harder.

The dinner was perfect. Everyone’s families had come and the house was much noisier than usual. Wanda looked much more relaxed with her mother there, and Pietro was much more well-behaved. Clint seemed less jittery as his wife and kids talked with him, using sign language with him as best as they could to practice. Scott was definitely the most flamboyant one out of his family, the rest of them seeming content to just quietly speak to each other. Bruce only had his partner Tony and their dog Jarvis, and he smiled more than Bucky had ever seen. He realized halfway through dinner that Y/N didn’t have anyone. She was perfectly happy talking to everyone around her, engaging in conversation easily with each person and being the perfect hostess, but she had no family or friends outside of the home show up. As happy as Bucky was to see his family and friends, he was heartbroken for her to not have anyone.

After dinner was cleaned up and the families all packed up and left with many tearful goodbyes, Bucky found Y/N in the backyard with Teddy who was running around burning off some energy. She was walking towards the greenhouse in the back lot and Bucky followed her. She was slowly walking along the rows of plants and flowers, examining them and watering a few here and there as he walked into the greenhouse.

“Y/N?” he said. She looked back at him and gave him a small smile. “You okay?” he asked, walking towards her.

“Yeah,” she said, looking confused. “Why?”

“Well, everyone had family show up today but you,” Bucky observed, watching her carefully.

Y/N had a brief look of grief wash over her face before she quickly schooled her features. “Oh, well, I’m seeing them tomorrow,” she said, focusing back on the flowers closest to her.

“Oh, okay,” Bucky said, but something in her expression made him not fully believe her. “Well as long as you’ll be seeing them sometime soon, right?”

“Right,” she breathed. Teddy whined up at her and she quickly smiled and scratched his head. “Hey, um, I’m going to be gone most of the day tomorrow, but I’ll be back in time for our session, okay?”

“Yeah sure,” Bucky agreed. “Take your time.”

Y/N put down the water can and turned to him suddenly. “Can I have a hug?”

Bucky blinked at her in surprise then smirked. “Can’t wait for one of my hugs till tomorrow, huh?”

“No,” Y/N replied seriously.

Bucky’s smirk fell and he nodded. He opened his arms and she stepped into them, squeezing him tight. He rubbed her back softly, resting his head on top of hers. “You never need to ask,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ve got you.”

Y/N sighed against him and after another minute of holding each other she slowly pulled away. “Thank you,” she breathed. She gave him a long look, then walked around him and out the greenhouse.

Bucky watched her leave, letting her have her space before going back to the house himself.

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