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actualbird · 2 years

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// spoilers for marius' skadi card, SSR Daytime Aurora, bulk reactions, LONG POST, suicide ment (i didnt expect it either, JESUS)

mc, helping marius interview locals for his paintings: hello, what is the most beautiful scenery in this country to you?

tourist: the hot springs

mc: huh? why?

me: WE'RE OFF TO A GREAT FUCKING START IN THIS CARD LMAOOOOOO. mc, girl, let him. let him paint it. LET HIMMMM!!

i cant believe this, marius rlly showed up to her room a DRENCHED MESS, like a SAD LITTLE KITTY CAT that was SPLASHED WITH WATER RELENTLESSLY as it meowed helplessly ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

and hes warming up by showering with the door open. whore.

WAIT THEY DIDNT EXPLAIN HOW HE GOT SOPPING WET THOUGH???/ like okay he admitted to going back to the diner and talking to grumpy owner and that they had a disagreement but nO DETAILS as to how the "accident" or him coming to her doorstep like a soaked creature???

WHAT IS THE TRUTH???

fuck off, this is making me cry a little bit.....never not gonna be affected by trope of "something beautiful is happening but character A is only looking at character B" FUCK OFFOOFOFFFFFF

AND OF COURSE HE GOT SICK!!!! he was a silly wet kitten just yesterday and u guys r in fictional iceland in the WINTER and hes coughing bc the breathing apnea is kicking irt to the temp and hHHHHHHH MC IS SO WORRIED IM GONNA EAT BRICKS

OF COURSE IT'S TOO DANGEROUS TO DRIVE BACK

AND OF COURSE THERES NO CELL SIGNAL

it's time for sickfic and cuddling for warmth in the TUNDRA NOW

fuck my entire life, hes adorable

marius, honey, ur lungs r tryna give out due to ur State. kudos for teasing even then.

god i hate this, i HATE IT. not only is luke pearce a mfer who will hide symptoms/illness/anything that is worrying from mc to avoid causing her worry, MARIUS DOES IT TOO. //SHAKES HIM LIKE A MARACCA. UR COUGHS SOUND HORRENDOUS PLS....

HARDEST CHOICE IN THE GAME THUS FAR

IM NOT FUCKING STRONG ENOUGH FOR THIS!!!

me: okay the emo is over, everything is gonna b okay now it's fine

the card: the reason the bar owner was upset and grumpy was because he had failed to witness the aurora for years. auroras are believed to be the dead trying to speak to the living. the diner was empty bc the owner fired everybody and was planning to kill himself to be with his dead wife. marius had talked the dude outta killing himself, saying some things that hit hard to the point that theres enough implication he knows enough about suicidal people that he recognized it in the owner from the very beginning. the owner angrily asks what marius would know about grief and death. and marius just replies with "..." and then the owner pushes and marius crashes into a wine rack. happy? u got ur explanation for why he was drenched!

me: IM NOT FUCKING HAPPY, U PELTED AT ME MARIUS' DEAD-MOM TRAUMAGRIEF AND A SUICIDAL CHARACTER WHEN I WAS LEAST EXPECTING IT!!!!!!!

ok all in all this was a rlly sweet card, i loved it a lot

and now for depressing unnecessary character ramblings under the cut

my first instinct when marius was revealed to have understood the owner was suicidal at the first glance was that marius recognized the details from himself. DEPRESSING, I TOLD YOU!!! but it's something i can see happening to marius, esp since he was super fucking guilty about his mom's death ever since he was young. if you take guilt far enough, sometimes the only forgiveness thatll ever feel right is...well...that.

ofc story goes on to say the actual reason: marius met a man a few months ago who asked him to approve a shitty business proposal and marius said no and that dude killed himself. the look of "determination and desperation" in that man's eyes were how marius was able to recognize the signs in the bar owner

which, at first, made me go "eh" but then after 5 seconds of thought i was like "oh fuck, no, that does thematically vibe" it vibes particularly with marius' misplaced guilt over being the 'cause' of peoples' death

i realize now that marius' silence after the owner was angry at him was probably pointing more towards the man from a few months ago and not marius' mom but...why not both? kinda fucked up for a recurring theme in marius' life being "i am somehow, whether directly or indirectly, the reason why somebody has died" THATS HEAVY

also that whole "the aurora is the dead trying to speak with the living" and how whenever the aurora got louder, marius would feel worse.

man. marius, welcome to the guilt club. you can sit right next to luke or artem.

(vyn, JOIN THEM!!!)

#dootdootdoot #tot spoilers #suicide ment #OKAY GOODNIGHT

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all-might-can-smash-me · 3 years

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Motherly Instincts, Human Emotions, or Just a Quirk?

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x Reader

Summary: A feeling is haunting you and it seems to just get even more complicated as the number one hero Endeavor is now out of his hospitalization and the world is at an unease. Is it just your motherly instincts that you feel towards your beloved class 1-A? Is it just a normal occurrence of emotion within any person? Or is it your quirk now picking up something new that you can’t quite see yet?

What I listened to while writing: Detroit:Become Human soundtrack, especially Kara’s Theme.

We are finally here! The fifth season of our beloved My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia has finally arrived! And with that also comes some writings! I’ve been swamped with my new busy schedule that comes along with being in cosmetology school, don't ever under estimate those students because we sure go through a lot each day! Please enjoy this short, on the whim writing for a humble celebration.

Masterlist / request info in master list

A chill had risen up your arms as your typed away at your computer, the hurried and petrified voice of the news caster raging out even if your tv was brought down to a hushed volume.

“Number one hero Endeavor is is currently defeating a villain. Much damage has been caused to the area. No fatalities as of right now....” Though whatever they had left to speak out to all of Japan or even the whole world did not matter as your chair had clattered upon the ground as you reached for your house coat. the bright light of the hall blinding your eyes as wisps of hair that had fallen from your hair tie floated amongst the wind you created with your nervous steps down the stairs. Shoto had fallen to the ground and your colleague was already there hovering over the teen, the rest of the class either crowding their fellow classmate or staring in shock to the news blaring from the tv.

That day the world changed and not even the world’s most naïve person could ever deny such a thing.

“Here is your jacket, Shoto...” You spoke out softly as you stood in front of the boy, hands reaching to straighten out the collar, the young man only silently standing before you expressionless as usual. Though you could have sworn you felt a tremor. Whether it was you or him, that could be debatable. “Just remember the time we set, ok? If you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to just excuse yourself so Mr.Aizawa and I can bring you straight back to the dorms, they will understand that if you have too.” assuring you hoped your words would sound to the boy, but that forever blank expression only looked back to you.

“Ok...” he softly spoke out, you nodding your head as you stepped out from his path.

“Ok” felt like the only appropriate response as you watched him step up to the house, disappearing behind the very daunting front door.

You didn’t want to come off as one of those crazy conspiracist types who always had a foul theory about a hero, villain, and their families, but with your quirk helping you feel the atmosphere or vibe of people, places, or things, you couldn't help but silently be one. Shoto always carried something awful, something that made your heart become heavy despite his neutral expressions. It always perturbed you to no end. It wasn’t like you have never felt this before either. With your previous job being interviewing and helping rehabilitate “troubled” children and mentally stricken heroes and now being the counselor of UA, it was something that always came. What bothered you though was that it was coming from the son of the nation’s number one hero, a family that would seem normal to all of Japan and the entire world because, well, it was a family of a hero. A had on your shoulder made you snap out of your racing thoughts, now looking over your shoulder and to Aizawa.

“Are you ok?” He questioned, almost a bit awkwardly. You didn’t blame him, your reaction to the atmosphere around was probably strange and maybe even frightening. “I know your quirk can...”

“I’m just worried...” You spoke out with a sigh as rested a hand over his before moving away from his touch to lean against the hood of the car, hands now sitting in your lap as you twiddled your thumbs. “And I’ve been picking up something weird, but who knows, maybe its just that this house probably too damn old and spooky” you tried to joke with a meek laugh, though he only stared with a knowingly look, yet did not press any further. You had to be thankful for that, he sure knew when to back off sometimes, maybe not when it came to his own homeroom students, but for you? He did and you didn’t really care to know his reason for why like whether or not he thought you were too weak to handle it or some other seemingly offensive reason. “Shit!” You exclaimed as a fowl hiss came from the side walk in front of you. There a scared cat arched and puffed it’s body out, though Aizawa paid no mind with a lazy look as he calmly approached the cat, slowly reaching out a hand to let the feral beast sniff, quickly gaining his trust. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as the man scooped up the cat in his arms, now leaning against the car next to you where his hands loved up upon the cat’s dirty fur, his black hair falling to hide the sides of his face. Sometimes you would sit there and imagine what he would look like with that mane of his trimmed and tidied during the sleepless nights you shared playing card games, doing paperwork together, or doing a quick patrol around the dorm to check upon the beloved students of class 1-A.

“Huh, you sure your quirk isn’t taming wild cats?” You teased as you reached a hand to give the old cat a scratch under his chin. The little chuckle that rumbled through rumbled through you before he began to speak.

“I wish, creating a cat sanctuary of street cats seems like the life best suited for me..” He spoke out lowly with the purrs of the cat. You knew he was joking however which brought a small lift to the corners of your lips.

It didn’t take him much thought to know that something was still bothering you as the cat jumped from him arms to land back to the ground with what seemed to be a small meow of thanks as it ran off into the night only leaving behind the pesky cat hairs on his all black costume, but he didn’t mind at all.

“Look at you, covered in cat hair...” Your voice came out in a whisper which you weren't aiming to do as you reached a hand to try to dust away the short hairs in vain, though his rough hands wrapped around yours in order to stop you, a knowing look upon his face. That look made you sigh as you retracted your hands from his.

That damn man. He knew when to not press about things like he did to others, but when it got to a certain point in his eyes, he always intervened. You were foolish enough to think you would be able to suppress and hide it enough in order to trick those fatigued eyes of his. Not this time, the feelings that plagued your heart and continued to poke at you were too strong and too bothersome.

“Shoto always carried things such as sadness, anger, determination, trauma, just a lot more than I could swallow sometimes.” You began to explain, now looking up to the house watching the shadows dance across one of the windows lit up by the soft light within. “And this whole area is filled with so many bad things...but right now it kind of confuses me” You said as your eyebrows scrunched at the new shift. “Change is happening, which is normal to see in a person once they go through the proper treatment or therapy, but judging by how bad it was before, it is going to take a lot...” You said with a sigh, lowering your gaze from the house, trying your best to shut off the swarm of emotions before you and to end your reading, now looking to Aizawa. “It just saddens me, Shoto seems so aloof, but that boy has went through so much, I guess I’m just worried from him, scared for him..” You explained.

“Doesn’t make since why he would come back?” He asked softly, you only staring back up to him to roll that thought within your head before nodding your head. Aizawa only nodded his head back, his arm now reaching to wrap an arm around your dropping shoulders, you now leaning your head against his shoulder. The embrace was comforting and you appreciated his understanding, but you still had such an anxious feeling in your gut.

“I know this world preaches forgiveness and for us to fix the wrongs we commit in our life, but even for me who helps those people forgive and seek forgiveness, its still hard to do it myself sometimes. It also goes to show that even a family like this can hold all these...foul things” You explained further as you looked p to the moths and bugs that swarmed the streetlight up above and soon past their mindless flight and to the dull stars above. The tears pulled at the brim of your eyes, your chin beginning to strain with the sensation that came with crying. “These kids are like my babies...” you soon shakily spoke out, fighting back the horrendous expression you knew would come too with your tears as you looked to Aizawa “And right now I can’t fight off this feeling in my gut ever since the Endeavor incident..” Your trembled whisper almost seemed fearful.

A door slamming made Aizawa’s head snap to the source of the sound where the both of you sat in the silence, bodies tense as you waited. Finally with a deep sigh his body relaxed as he looked back to you, a hand reaching to brush away those tears that could move him to tears if he was off guard, though sometimes that wouldn’t even work and that would definitely not go past you.

Your hands reach to cup the lower, stubbled half of his face upon seeing that familiar wetness gently pool in his eyes, but it was not enough to fall upon his cheeks and betray his wishes of not wanting to cry. You guessed you were not alone with these feelings

“I know...” He spoke out quietly with a sad smile. “We just have to prepare them as best as we can. Shoto, Izuku, Eri, Shinsou, all the others” Aizawa continued on as he was no fully turned to you, hands holding your upper arms, one of them moving away to reach for a piece of hair that was caught onto your sweater to pluck it off and let it float gently down into the darkness of the night.

“But they are just kids...”

“I know, but they chose this path, besides, they have already accomplished and achieved so much. Who knows, maybe whatever is coming will be another thing these students will once again defeat and make us adults look stupid again” Aizawa was trying to joke, trying to lift that melancholy looked that wrinkled your face, but it was no use. With a sigh he stood up straight, those warm hands of his sliding away as he opened the passenger door for you, those eyes seeming to look even more exhausted if that were even possible. “Come on, lets get the car started, its almost time to bring Shoto home.”

Motherly instincts, human emotions, a quirks power....was it simply not a good mix or was it simply something big was coming? How those thoughts came in typhoons within your mind as you sat in silence in there car.

How you will never be able to figure that one out....

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jay-and-dean · 4 years

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I don’t need you Chapter 6 : Wild cat

Dean x reader

Summary : She’s a warrior, she’s a loner. Nothing can stop her, nothing ever had. She doesn’t need Dean, does she ?

This is a request by @magssteenkamp that I decided to turn to a serie, see the original request on the serie Masterlist.

Serie Warnings : Swearing (duh). Mention of death. Smut, probably all kind from rough to fluffy, I’ll precise in the chapters if there are specific warnings. Fluff. Angst of course.

Chapter warnings : Swearing. SMUT, a hint of Dom!Dean, kinda Brat/brat tamer vibe. Unprotected sex (You’re smarter than this). Horny Dean. Violence with a hint of cruelty. Mention of past murder and abuse.

Words : 3.2 k

Note : I’ll try to stick to the 3k rule, like for Rescue You

If everything goes as planned, you’ll get one chapter every wednesday (Thanks to @magssteenkamp, I call it WednesJay, lol. Sorry okay, I shut up).

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6. WILD CAT

Dean’s Pov

Living with a woman…

Living with Y/n.

No one warned me. Living with a girl, and a girl you want. I never knew that.

In my life, I lived with Sam, with my dad, I “lived” in Hell and Purgatory. And in my car for months. I have shared rooms with Cas, and occasionally with other hunter friends during hunts before Sam came back. And for one year, I lived with Lisa, but it was different. It was her house, she was my girlfriend and I was… depressed. And Lisa, she… She was not Y/n, she didn’t have that effect on me.

Now is very different. The bunker is my home for real, and Y/n… I have no idea why this woman makes me loose my mind like that. I want her. I crave her. And since I had her, it’s way worse, it’s unbearable... And now she’ everywhere.

She’s not invasive, not at all, she’s even discreet, and like I expected, very independent. Like a cat you only see when she needs to eat or walks in the same room as you… A cat you can’t touch because you can feel she’s still totally wild and has claws.

But she’s here. And every little thing brings me to the memory of her strong thighs crushing my hips in ecstasy.

The bedroom we gave her smells like her, and when I walk to mine, I hear her music on the way, muffled behind her door. That third toothbrush in the bathroom, and the smell of wax. The books she reads all day, eager to devour all bunker’s knowledge, and she forgets everywhere she goes.

Maybe the worst is hearing her sorry voice saying she will hurry when I find the bathroom door closed ; imagining her behind the door, maybe naked, maybe brushing her wet hair or whatever…

I really should focus on our researches to find a way to get rid of that vampire mafia, but I can’t really focus on anything lately. The contacts we have, the leads… It goes nowhere for now and I should work harder.

I walk to the kitchen and find her there, she’s wearing that sweatpants she took off to straddle me. Her back is on me, her head is low, she’s reading something, and my eyes fall on the curve between her lower back and her butt.

Was it bad ? Sex with me ? Was it disappointing ?

Don’t be so ridiculous Dean. Overthinking everything like a stupid teen. Do you think because a woman had sex with you, she would want more ? Why would she ? Not because you are obsessed with her, she would want anything to do with you…

Look at her. She doesn’t need a man, she doesn’t need anyone.

I haven’t had my first coffee yet, and I’m already losing my freaking mind. She’s there, she’s right there, and I know how she feels around me now...

“Hey” I greet her, trying to sound casual.

“Hi Dean” she turns around, a book in one hand as usual, a cup of coffee in the other. “I made coffee.”

I take a mug and pour some of that extremely strong coffee she makes every morning. Strong like her, black like that leather corset she wears in the battle field. That freaking corset that was drying on the bathroom the other day, that tight… Black… piece of clothing..

“I may have found a job, lame job but still. At the gas station” she says putting the book about demonic possession on the table.

“A job ?”

Why would she want a job ?

“Yeah, so I can pay my… you know my stuff, food and all” she shrugs. “Don’t worry, it doesn’t mean I’m settling in.”

I wouldn’t mind.

“I told you we had fake credit cards. If you need anything, just take the one I gave you.”

“Dean…” she smiles kindly, taking a sip of her coffee and I realize I just love my name on her lips. “Fake credit cards are a privilege for hunters, because you can’t risk your life at the other end of the country and have a job, you protect civilians… I’m not even a hunter. I’m a freaking vampire slayer.”

“Well, Buffy, Sam found a case, would you come with us ? Or do you really want to work at that gas station ?” I smile wide, showing teeth, trying to stop looking at her naked thigh sticking out of the table.

“What kind of case ?” she asks nonchalantly.

Looking at her innocent expression, I can’t help but think of what happened. She… She freaking straddled me and took me right there… Since then… Nothing.

It’s like nothing ever happened between us, like I never came deep inside of her, like I didn’t want her. She knows I wanted her, she felt it, and I felt her need, I heard her pleas on the phone and I saw her beautiful orgasm on her face... Now nothing. Except I’m going crazy.

She seems to think hard, and finally answers.

“Okay. Let’s hunt with the legendary Winchesters” she chuckles. “When do we leave ?”

“As soon as you’re ready, Sweetheart” I state, using that nickname on purpose.

Reader’s Pov

Eyeliner.

Those dark eyes look back at me in the mirror, their black line making them harder, colder, and those stern pupils I was so used to. I tighten the cords of my corset, strangely loving the strong feeling of being held so strong, and the pressure on my spine.

I remember the first time I dressed like this. I was way too young, sixteen maybe or even less, and I needed to infiltrate that club. A really shady club...

I couldn’t afford clothes, I could barely afford food ; so I borrowed a corset from that prostitute that gave me food once or twice, Silvia. She hid me from her pimp several times, and told me to never take free drugs and to stay away from men in general… She was nice with me, and she’s probably one of the reasons (with the Supernatural books) I never gave up to selling myself when fear and hunger were unbearable.

I had never worn anything else than that dirty hoodie I slept and lived in for years, and it was the first time I could actually dress up and look in a mirror, hurrying in her bathroom while Silvia wasn’t home. I used her makeup too…

I felt so strong when I left her shitty apartment, for once I had made a choice, for once I was in charge… I killed two vampires that night.

And Silvia was found dead before I gave her the corset back, one of her “client” decided rough wasn’t enough, he decided the bruises and the humiliations would be more pleasant if those fucking rapes ended up in murder…

I found him. I killed that son of a bitch.

But the time after she died was the worst of my life. Not just because no one gave food to me through the window, because after discovering monsters are real the hard way… I was discovering the worst monsters are human. And those monsters, there was no Winchesters to burn them. I was too young and I lost all hope…

But I had that corset and a sharp knife. So I decided, as long as I had that, I will make their blood flow… And I did.

A wave of sadness goes through me thinking that corset burned in my apartment, the original one, Silvia’s memory.

That is what Dean doesn’t know about me. That is the reason I can’t let go to that desire I feel for him. Not only I have to stay away from this naivety that made the child inside me crush on him, because naivety is weakness and weakness is death…

But also, he wants to see me as a hunter… And what I am is a killer.

I get out of the bathroom and walk to the war room with the bag they gave me to pack my things. I don’t have much, but I really don’t need a lot, the only thing is…

“Could one of you lend me a jacket ?” I say, putting my bag on the table. “My coat burnt and...”

Dean jumps from his sit, nodding, and walks pass me.

“Won’t be as fitted as your clothes though” he states, eyeing my cleavage for a second.

“That really doesn’t matter” I assure him.

When he comes back, he hands me that beautiful dark blue jacket he wears a lot. And I feel like a freaking cliché when our fingers touch, and even more when I wrap myself in that jacket of his. The little scared teen in me screaming in my head.

But that teen is dead a long time ago, and I intend that she stays dead.

Dean’s Pov

Y/n is fierce against vampires, but she’s just as much against any other monster.

Since we left home, we have solved one case after another, without any break like Sam and I did some times, mostly when one of us needed to unwind for some reason.

This time, all of us do need relief, for different reasons. And we make the best team… ever.

Everything is perfect, her sharp mind completes Sam’s brain, and her formidable fighting skills make our trio almost invulnerable.

And after the job is done, drinking a glass of whiskey with her really feels like hanging out with my best friends.

Y/n fights like this ghost, like this ghoul, like this shapeshifter was precisely the one who killed her parents. She is an efficient killer, if she decides that you’re dead, your head hits the floor before you realize it. It’s a freaking execution.

And watching her using those moves, both smooth and sharp to end the worst creatures of the universe makes me all dizzy every time.

She’s graceful in her ferocity and hunting with her adds something Sam and I never had, not even with Cas or Jack or anyone : an action movie vibe or something like that ; I think I never enjoyed hunting that much.

And I have to admit none of it helps with my obsession. I didn’t know I could be hard as steel while burning a corpse…

But as efficient as she is, able to kill without more than one stroke, she can also enjoy it… cruelly.

She’s like a cat that could end that mouse with a single bite, but plays with it a little.

She’s fucking scary.

Right now, the mouse is a 240lbs werewolf with a special taste for captivity and young hearts. He and his friend made their own little reserve in his basement, but it took us less than six hours to find who they were.

She broke his knee, stabbed him in the back, and watches him try to crawl to the forest now. She’s smiling wide, her face covered in red dots from the throat she cut just before.

“Crawl, crawl little bad wolf” she hums, turning around him like a shark.

“Dean” Sam tries to get me out of fascination, I know he things we should end the beast but I’m not giving her orders… It’s her pray.

My eyes are on her and I can’t really move, fascinated by her every move.

This woman is not like anybody else, and that monster massacre we’re on for a few weeks, it got me high on blood and on her. My body is filled with adrenaline, I’m horny and hungry constantly, my few hours of sleep are so deep I feel like dying every night…

“Y/n !” Sam calls her and she turns toward us.

I know my pupils dilate when her burning eyes find mine.

“Kill him” my brother almost whines.

She sighs, walking toward the car behind us, she hands me the gun when she walks pass me. It doesn’t entertain her anymore.

I take three quick steps to him and put a bullet in the werewolf’s head. Sam puts three little drops of that magic oil she taught him to do, says the incantation, and the body catches fire. That fire that wont spread, but that won’t stop until nothing is left of his target. This thing changed our life…

Tonight, Y/n has a room of her own.

When we can, we try to give her some privacy, and I have to sleep in a room so boring… a room that doesn’t have her in it.

“Y/n is really good” my brother says, putting his bag on his bed, but I know something bothers him. “And… I mean, with her we save twice more people.”

“But ?” I ask sternly, grabbing a beer in the fridge.

“She really likes to kill, Dean.”

“I do to, Sammy” I state honesty, able to admit it without a flinch now.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong” Sam ignores me. “I know she’s a good person and she proved a thousand times already that saving people was the real goal for her too. But she’s… I don’t know, wild ?”

When he says that, my heart misses a beat. She’s wild, yes, and she awakens something in me that I didn’t know.

“I feel like hunting with a time bomb sometimes” he sighs.

“I’ll talk to her” I say, ignoring the confused look on his face.

Of course, that was not what he was expecting, like you could just tell someone they’re a time bomb… But Y/n and I, we have a special relationship, and I really feel like I can tell her anything.

I knock and she opens with her gun in her hand, smiling when she comes face to face with me.

“You need something ?” she asks, letting me in.

“Just talking” I state.

“Okay” she frowns. “I’ll take my shower, after. Whiskey ?”

I nod and she takes a big sip directly the bottle, handing it to me.

“Sam thinks you’re a time bomb” I declare with no introduction, drinking way too much from that bottle.

She freezes, chuckling a little with her eyebrows raised.

“Sammy’s afraid of me now ?”

“He’s not afraid” I grunt, feeling the alcohol increase my desire for her. “He thinks you’re wild.”

“Wild, huh ?” she laughs, a mocking expression in her voice and on the corner of her lips.

I want to make it disappear from her pretty face, I need to see this grin turn into that ecstasy face that looks like a slight pain. I lick my lips.

“Well Sweetheart, you are” my voice is suddenly lower and she starts searching my face.

“And is that a bad thing ?” she shrugs.

I get up, and come near her, feeling my blood boil in a feeling between an inexplicable anger and a raging desire.

“Are you untamable, tigress ?” I groan, my eyes going from her bloody cleavage to her amused face. “Do you think it’s funny ?”

“A little, yes” she chuckles when I make her walk back. “What do you think you’re doing, Caveman ?”

I lose control of my hands and grip her waist, my nails digging in the black leather of that damn corset, crushing her body with mine against the wall.

When I try to kiss her lips, she turns her head slightly, offering me her jaw to bite instead, and I do. She doesn’t want kisses, she doesn’t want anything tender. I would love to give her more than sex, but so be it…

My hand finds her neck, taking it to keep her still and she groans.

Her hands fly to the thigh holster she’s still wearing and grab her gun. In a split second, the barrel is pressed against my temple, but I don’t flinch.

“I could kill you just like that, Winchester” she groans and I still don’t move.

“Go ahead, tigress. Kill me.”

She smiles hand I start nibbling at her naked shoulders with that gun still on my head, rubbing myself on her like a freaking dog in heat, groaning in her ear, my thumb spreading the mix of blood and sweat on the side of her burning neck.

When I let go of her neck to start undoing her pants, she bends and bites my shoulder, hard enough to make me scream in pain and wrap my hands around her throat again.

“Freaking cat” I grunt, struggling with her belt with only one hand.

When I finally manage to open it, I slip my finger in it and she lets the gun fall loudly on the floor. My hand finds her folds, and a grin appears on my face.

“You’re soaked, how surprising is that ?” I let out in a growl, slipping my middle finger through her folds, teasing her clit and entrance.

“Fuck you, hunter” she groans, but a desperate moan escapes her lips and my cock twitches so hard it hurts. So I let go of her delicious pussy, the smell of her arousal coming out of her panties along with my fingers.

With my shaking free hand, I almost rip my pants open and push it down, not realizing I’m squeezing her neck a little harder in my eagerness.

Her face is red and her mouth agape, she licks her lips and another insolent smile appears on her beautiful face. I know I can’t let go of her or she will attack me or run away.

“Take your pants off” I command unable to do it myself, and she lets her head go back. “DO IT WILD CAT !”

She pushes her jeans and panties down enough so I can take it off with my foot. And without losing another minute, I grab her thighs, spreading them for me, and carrying her.

“GRAH” she cries out when I enter her without any foreplay, burying myself between her throbbing walls in a sharp thrust.

I could come right now, the tension accumulated in me for weeks making me as feral as she is in battle.

“Yes, fuck yes !” I moan is her neck, as I start to thrust toughly, banging her hips on the wall each time.

She grabs my hair and tug at it hard, but I ignore the pain and keep chasing that ecstasy only her can give me so good.

“D-Dean…” she suddenly almost pleads, vulnerable.

I look up and notice she is struggling to breath.

“C-Corset” she whines.

Without withdrawing, I grab the knife on the table and brutally cut the lace caging her. The second I free her, she gasps and grabs my belt on the middle of my ass, encouraging me to take her harder.

And I do.

She can’t open her eyes now, her head back on the wall, her mouth open, and it’s too much for me to finally win that from her.

I reach my high so violently that I almost make the two of us fall, her hungry walls milking me strongly right away, her thighs shaking around me while her hands desperately try to push me.

“Y/N FUCK !” I yell, lost in both our orgasms mixing together.

Panting in her neck, I dread the moment she will push me away. So I enjoy every single second against her skin like it was the last… It probably is anyway.

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hitchell-mope · 5 years

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Just put on the movie

And there we go. The dedication is there.

Oh god the rapping.

My palms will be bloody by the time this is over.

But I like the parallels to the first movie

To much auto tune

There goes my heart Disney.

Oh lord that’s high

Bbys. Smee twins

WHY WASNT DIZZY THERE FROM FILM TWO

There’s my child Celia

MY BOY!!!!

I mean Mal has a point.

He thinks it through

I love him so fucking much

Loving Doug’s hair

Rat bastard. Rat bitch. Rat fairy (Adam belle Verna)

Fuck off leah chad Audrey

😍😍😍😍. This version is better then d1

SUCK IT PASTEL COW

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Oh Evie love. Just tell him you love him

FUCK OFF YOU GERIATRIC BITCH

YES WE WOULD PREFER MAL TO YOU YA BITCH

I hate you Adam and belle

Ben and the other three are adorable family

Still hating Audrey. So. Fucking. Much

Love the purple limo

WHY IS TREMAINE NICE. IT MAKES NO SENSE

Bal parent vibes are strong

They shoulda painted the limo roof purple

Dying of cuteness

Proud fiancé Mal. Love it

Fuck off leah

Here’s papa hades. And the ham.

DRAGON MAL. WHOO HOO

Ah well. Nice while it lasted

NOT HER JOB PASTEL COW

So. Much. Ham.

Poor girl. Ouch.

🤮🤮🤮🤮. I still hate her and her geriatric bitch of a grandmother

Oh bitch please. First words out of your mouth were creel. And it ain’t abated

I’m supposed to be sorry for this sad act? I don’t think so

So. Much. Rapping

Oh. SPARE ME WOMAN

Still theft. Throw her on the isle with her grandmother

Lonely and friendless. Because Mal is so much better then you ya limp noodle

Gotta be bad on the back

YOU DESERVE A SLAP AROUND THE FACE YOU SPOILED BRAT

Seriously though. The actual singing is better then the rapping. So gotta give satah her dues

Fuck off grown ups.

YOU PUT THEN THERE IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACD

Blue bitch. Just like always belle

Ok. People. You can see it’s hurting bal to do this. KILL THE BEAST

DONT CRY BABY BOY. PLEASE. LAST TIME ALMOST KILLED ME

Murder. The fucking. Parents

Evie. Evie’s sensible. Listen to your sister Mal.

And here comes the guilt. Like always. The narrative blames Mal

That darn cake

Ah. Pain. Hug them now

And jump scare

Oh god. Shut up Audrey. You’re a sore loser

Eh. The prosthesis look ok

Audrey. Nutter. Ben was more then ready to start the honeymoon when Mal was a dragon. Do you really think a hag would stop him?

😂😂😂😂

Oh boy

That’s a lie and you know it bluey.

At least the bikes have an explanation

Why the red for Evie though

And the mutt speaks

Fuck off Chad. I hate you so much

This bitch again

So shrieky.

Kiss ass

Real original

Jump Jane jump!

So many neck cricks

No one tells him anything

Cella’s right Mal

Overly long gag. But cute

Awww 🥰🥰🥰🥰. At least he’s a good dad

Nice reference

And the fear mongering begins.

And here’s the cryptid. He shoulda died in it’s going down

Psycho bitch pirate whore

Cella’s a troll and I love it

The vehicle needs an oil change

At least he’s sleeping. Though that position can not be comfortable

At long last the reveal.

He’s funny. And hot. (I can see where @mochacake2016 is coming from)

We know! We know

And here’s the music

😂😂😂😂.

He’s got a point

Ok.

THERES NO PHONES ON THE ISLAND QUEEN MAL

She actually sounds like jade west here

So far. Besides the proposal. This is my favourite song. Mostly for Hades great looks. Great voice

And the tambourine

Would be better with purple and blue fire effects. But no. We can’t have nice things. They spent the budget on pirate whores make up

She’s got a point. They both do

LISTEN TO HIM

Proud papa

C’mon girl. Cry

Of course she told her sister

He’s a good king.

T-shirt should be ripped.

🤮🤮🤮🤮. Hate her so much

And. Here. We. Go.

Benny. I love you. But did you not hear what she said to Evie when you first met the vks. Of course not. You were lost in Mal’s eyes.

Oh god. PLEASE SOMEBODY GO AND MELT HER

Whore man is probably skunk drunk. Gil’s cute as ever though

Throw hook in the water. And keep it there.

🎶she’s back🎶

And there screwed

He makes feel physically sick

Uma. I love ya. But honestly. Mal owes no one anything. It’s not her job.

No it ain’t

Jay’s got a point

Oh honey

Hook. In the words of the irreverent Captain Jack Sparrow “if the bikes be crashed properly. You be crashed along with it”. Not you Gil. I like you

Mother hen strikes again. Uma ain’t buying what she’s selling

Pure child Celia. (I don’t use this very much but) Gil’s babey (it feels wrong to type£

Chicken arms. No brains. No wit. No dance skills. No rapping skills. Ya basically a walking corpse hook

The dogs giving me a nervous twitch.

I hate the pair of them so no. No sympathy for prince douche bag

Gil makes me cry so simply

Stab the pirate jay. Please. For all of us

Psycho bitch

I want. It. Dead. Brutally. Dead

And more music. If this weren’t Disney they coulda melted them yo pukes of goo and pour it down Harry’s throat.

Oh god

So she can’t count either. Just like her brother

Definitely cha cha slide.

Deep sigh

So much ham.

Here’s a funny idea. How about instead of a bloody pantomime. ACTUALLY FUCKING FIGHT YOU FECKERS

Synchronised armour dancing. That’s new

Oh for fuck sake

Ha ha. Save it for the sob story bitch

What’s next a kick line

Thank god I was wrong.

Hook should be suffocated under the armour right now. Put us out of our misery

Care bear alert

I had to have a flu jab today. And it weren’t as painful as every single nanosecond hooks on screen

Love the platonic affection (I hate the very concept of malvie. What did you expect?)

Mother alert

Don’t eat wild fruit honey

So cute. But so dumb

Oh. Phineas and Ferb reference

Awww babies.

Don’t you dare tell me Mal doesn’t care.

THEY FOUND DOUG

Uma’s so done with care bear bs

More singing. Yay(!)

Please. Remind me again exactly why this is a DCOM. Cause it honestly does not feel like it what with the backstory pirate whores entire existence and the choreography

How has evie not broken a leg in this number.

Believe me Mal and Uma. I feel your frustration they go together like peanut butter and chocolate spread. (Perfectly if you didn’t know)

Where is she going?

She knows how R&J ended right? Double suicide. Why the romanticism huh?

HE IS NOT A RAG DOLL! Though props to Zachary for not corpsing

How can you hate Doug. He’s adorable. Best straight couple ever

There’s ma boy. Rip Harry’s throyatvout plwae.

Ben’s always been hot. But this is definitely working for me.

Awww. Carlos helping his papa

Wet Ben. Yum

Awww. Janelos cuteness.

Love the beard. So good. 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Someone murder the man whore before I do.

He makes me wanna throw up. And I’m not physically capable of doing that

@rpsocsandcanonohmy. I get where you’re coming from. But I also get where Ben is coming from. Sunbeam did get him abducted. And man slut tried to feed him to sharks. So I do understand both points. Doesn’t mean you’re wrong though

JUST. EXPLAIN. HIS MIND IS BEAST ADDLED

Shoulda let Ben slash hooks throat jay. You’re slipping buddy

Mal’s eating crow

Hopefully he chad suffocates. Then she’s have done one thing that wasn’t completely worthlessly reprehensible

🎶feelings🎶

And it had to ruin it

Te-am work. As plankton says

Proud sister

Boys are back. (With dude and the mutt in tow)

YAAAAAAAAAY

I hate happy harry. But I do like happy Uma. Eh. Double edged sword

BAL THIRST. FINALLY

Shoulda gone with Janelos. Jarlos is from big time rush

Oh they’re so cute

Poor Doug.

DOUG AND GIL FRIENDSHIP.

So. Update. Might be like Mal. (Definitely loving Ben’s facial hair)

Yawning over chad. So pathetic

Her seat from him douchey mcuseless

Poor Janey

Cats outta the bag

Once again. I kinda understand all points. Yeah Mal shouldn’t have lied. But Uma didn’t really give her and choice. And Evie just kinda assumed. And no one really lets her explain anything.

Hooks still pathetic. Even hurt emotionally I still wanna punch his roger rabbit looking face (Sorry Roger)

Oh dear

Mal. Don’t apologise. You did what you felt you needed to do. And no gives you a chance to explain. Ever.

Yes. You needed to do what you could.

Excellent acting all around as usual

Evie. Look. I love you. Your favourite number seven. But WHY IS IT YOUR SISTERS JOB. WHY DOES EVERYONE MAKE IT MALS PROBLEM

Ha! Evie said it. She said family.

Oh fuck. Taken for granite

More singing.

Monster/story/invincible

I do want to stab Harry in the mouth with the hook

More flashback. Yay(.). Couldn’t they fill out the runtime

Flashbacks. TO THE START OF THE SO G THE FLASHBACK IS FROM. OH FOR FUCK SAKES

More dragon.

Audrey’s performance might make me a vegetarian

How is it not crushed by the claws?

Fire should be green

Yay. Auds dead. Please say yes?

The twins say literally one thing

From magical incantation to vaguely irritating verbal tick. Well alright then

Evie. Why do you sound so sad. It’s a good thing Audrey’s dying. The ultimate price and all that. You should be glad. It’s a good thing

Mal: he’s my father. Ben: shocked face. Me: makes a sound like a boiling kettle

Bye bye facial hair

Die slut

More eating crow

The in laws meet

Exactly hades. Exactly. Knee beast in the dick

God Ben’s so hot.

Bite Adam’s throat out please hades

Should’ve let Audrey waste away. And sent granny to Tartarus to meet her

OH SPARE ME YOUR BLEEDING HEART ROUTINE! I still hate you in a fundamental level

OH FINALLY YOU GERIATRIC BITCH

Nice little family moment

What the fuck is Evie’s dress?

Queen Mal has a very nice ring to it.

Sure you can. You owe them noting. You owe nobody anything

Jay has a pull back braid in his hair. Yay!

“Audrey would be gone”. You say it as though that’s a bad thing

“Insert woody woodpecker laugh”. Fuck you Adam

Compromise. Bring the vks over. And plop Adam Audrey chad anleah on the isle. Sink it into the ocean

Why didn’t Verna bring the barrier down. Oh yeah. Cause then she’d be useful

More singing

At least this takes place in daylight

I still hate harry

Push Harry in the drink please. IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU

God I love Ben and Doug

Why the Charleston?

I still hate tremaine

Well. Jane. In ZM. You met Mal. She’s Carlos’s mother in this au

Giljay. It’s cute

So Harry makes me ill right upbto the end. Now he’s related to purple and blue

🎶a bitch is in the dog house🎶. And deservedly so

🤮🤮🤮🤮

Sweet little king

Oh boy

Whore has a turkey neck

This is the end. Good movie. With some unneeded bits. I’m gonna change a lot in ZM part three. And both dedications broke me.

#disney descendants #descendants 3 #anti harry x chad #anti harry x doug #anti harry x jane #harry x jay #anti harlos #anti malvie #anti haudrey #anti benrry #anti harry hook #anti audrey daughter of sleeping beauty #anti chad charming

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thesovereignsequel · 5 years

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31. Tell me about your current party!

1.) The Wayfinder’s Hearth:

Myrrh, my necromancy wizard and life cleric tiefling: They’re a skittish person with lots of trauma but a desire to destroy death.

Mary, the half-drow grave cleric: She’s a relatively composed gal who respects post-death traditions and has an interesting opinion on undeath. Any day now she’ll go absolutely feral. She’s Myrrh’s closest (and second ever) friend.

Milah, the goblin bard and kiddo of the party: She’s babey and we’ve decided she’s also the chosen one. She’s basically the heart of the party, with her song skills and fun raven.

Helena, the human rogue: She’s a noblewoman to her core, but can and will destroy any opponent. She’s unfortunately the subject of Strahd’s affection.

Tristan, the human ranger: RIP he’s gone :’0:’0 He was a boy w/ character development to go. So very buff, so very angery, but in reality soft.

Annolare, the tiefling warlock: who is his patron?? We’ll never know! He’s an incredibly charismatic twunk living his truth.

2.) Dungeon Fungeon Party:

Viper, my assassin rogue tiefling: They’re horny, emotionally complex, and southern. Strong chaotic neutral vibes.

Arisi, the kobold bard: They’re a small and vicious kobold who loves embarrassing the party. Strong grandparent vibes.

Vexle, the goblin monk: She’s a strong, capable, and matter-of-fact gal. She’s horny for a Prince ;0

Solana, the Eladrin rogue/Paladin: She’s a mom with incredible insight and incredible stealth skills. Literally no one can lie to her.

Pix, the sea goblin ranger: She likes to drink and make drinks, shoot things, and electrify people. She’s the no nonsense/tolerates some nonsense type.

3.) The Empyrean Veil (I DM THIS ONE):

Gallia, the elven arcane archer: She’s a weeb but for fey shit. Strong neutral vibes.

Amenhotep, the aasimar Paladin/sorcerer: Big Boy. Royal boy. He’s just trying to be arbiter and that’s valid.

Vermini, the ratfolk rogue/bard: he’s a rat boi. He does what he wishes and damn if he doesn’t do it in style. He’s too charismatic for his own good. New Jersey vibes.

Umhra, the aasimar Paladin/sorcerer: boy lost in time, revived by his goddess. He’s got a fuckin flying cat and he’s ready to go feral.

Minori, the drow rogue/cleric: She edgy, she sad. She’s essentially a perpetually wet cat, but who can do cool flips and knife tricks. She beefs w/ her goddess constantly.

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singingunderthecurtain · 6 years

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You Got The Rhythm (M) | Taemin

Author: @julietsoddeye AU: Canon Genre: Smut Pairing: Lee Taemin x Reader Trigger Warning: some swearing, club setting with people showing public displays of affection Word Count: 1,809

Plot: You are forced by your best friend to go to a party and now you are hiding in the restroom while she is making out with a stranger. You are ready to leave the club without her but suddenly you hear a well known melody. 'Move' is playing in the background and you start thinking that maybe you could go dance for a couple of minutes and then go away.

A/N: I was inspired by an imagine I read from a comment in a Taemin MOVE edit on Youtube.

— — — — —

“I swear to God, Jiyoo, I am going to kill Ha-Eun.”

You hear your best friend, Jiyoo, chuckle over the phone followed by a string of nonstop coughing and sniffling.

If she wasn’t as sick as she is, you wouldn’t be here right now. You wouldn’t be cooped up in a small cubicle of the club’s restroom. Thankfully the restroom was kept clean since you are in a much fancier place than they usually frequent to.

“That’s if you can pull her away from the guy…”

Jiyoo laughs and let out another orchestra of coughing through the phone. You’re thankful you’re not with her right now, inhaling all the germs she’s blowing out. Remind her to clean her handphone every day as to not spread out some more virus.

“Do not fucking remind me, I swear I will really kill her. She said she won’t leave my side. Guess what, not even an hour later and she’s already eating a stranger’s face.”

You made gagging sounds that made Jiyoo chuckle again, more cautiously this time, as to not trigger her itchy throat.

“You both owe me a month supply of french vanilla latte and strawberry shortcake!”

If Jiyoo wasn’t sick, you would be in the comforts of your tiny apartment right now, sipping wine while reading your latest favorite book. Since Ha-Eun and Jiyoo bought the tickets to this exclusive club months prior (because the place is, after all, exclusive and always booked and you’d die of waiting first outside of the club before you get in), they didn’t foresee that one of them will suddenly get sick.

And if you didn’t owe Ha-Eun your life, for saving your ass from failing to submit your essay last week, you wouldn’t be hiding out in the restroom either. With your best friends knowing you’d rather stay inside and enjoy the company of your pet cat, they did not only used that fact against you, they also threatened they will tell on you to your Professor.

Of course, you know they will never rat on you like that, but the fact that those snitches did the blackmailing while you were smashed drunk last night, you didn’t even know what you were doing. And they have the audacity to take a video proof that you agreed to come with Ha-Eun in Jiyoo’s place. Assholes.

Jiyoo finally said goodbye with an excuse of being loopy because of the cough medication she took, with a grumpy but sad face permanently plastered on your face, you agreed to end the call and decided to just play on your phone.

Twenty minutes in with you playing mobile games, you realize you can leave the club any damn time you want, with Ha-Eun exchanging mouth germs with a stranger, no one was to stop you from going. So you exit the stall and an already bashed girl coming straight to it even though there are seven more empty cubicles to empty her stomach in, you took on a last look in the mirror. Checking just to see if you still look like a decent human being.

Satisfied with your look, you were about to exit the restroom when the familiar voice from your favorite song suddenly played and the crowd went crazy when the throbbing of bass is gradually growing until the beat of the chorus blasted!

“Shit!”

You whisper loudly to yourself as your body involuntarily move you into the middle of the horde of sweaty bodies of attractive people. You couldn’t help but groove into the rhythm, your body swaying along to the beat, your hands touching yourself all over as you feel the vibrations of the booming speakers all around you.

You could dance for a little bit and leave once the high is gone.

Girls and Boys around you start grinding on you as if they were getting affected by your dancing. One girl even put her hands on your hips and you let her touch you for a bit until a man, her boyfriend you hope, snatched her away and proceeded to make out with her, clearly affected by the sexy ambiance the music is giving off. The girl then dry hump her boyfriend to the tune of the song.

You laugh silently, still dancing and feeling yourself. Cannot be stopped by anything because of the vibe of the song. This is your favorite song and this is a club, you don’t care about anything right now.

You felt another person touch your back and you let them do whatever they were doing not giving a damn because, God fucking damn it, this song is driving you insane. It was one thing listening to the song with your headset secure in your ears, but it’s totally different in this current setting.

Slowly, you can feel the stranger on your back grip your waist and you just leisurely lean on to his touch. Grinding your ass on the stranger’s crotch, his warm chest and torso plush against your back.

You can tell he’s a man because his touch wasn’t delicate and his chest flat but strong on your back.

“God, you’re so good.”

You were suddenly jolted from your dancing high when you felt his growl on your neck, his breathing making your skin crawl in the best way possible. You know that voice, you can’t mistake that voice anywhere.

You twist your head and torso and come face to face with…

Taemin!

SHINee’s Taemin!

Lee Taemin, the same man who sang the song you’re both currently dancing to.

His hands are still tight around your hips, almost grabbing your ass now, with your mouth slacked and jaw on the floor. Taemin cackled as he snakes one of his hands up to push your mouth close in a gentle manner.

He flashes you a smile before speaking again.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Taemin’s eyes scan your whole face as you vigorously shake your head yes. The smile on his face hasn’t left when he suddenly grips your hand and literally tugs you out of the crowd into the back door of the club.

Nobody seems to pay no attention to the both of you, even though Taemin is a very famous member of an idol group. Probably the people around you are important people of the society as well and nobody gives a fuck who you are in here.

A black van is waiting outside the club and Taemin briskly yanks you inside of it.

— — — — —

You aren’t even drunk, in fact, you haven’t touched a single alcohol tonight. Yet you were having a hard time finding your stupid key inside your purse. Your purse wasn’t even that big too, but because Taemin was so impatient and already consuming your lips with his, you can’t even do the simple job of palming the damn key or even just the keychain attached to it.

“T-Taemin...”

You successfully push his name out of your mouth, before he found your lips again. He hums a response as his hold on the back of your head tightens so he can taste and have all of you. Finally, after a while, you manage to push him off, his face scrunching in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

He whines and you giggle at how adorable he looks. He may be older than you, but he looks so cute when he does that. A thing he does sometimes on television shows you watch of him.

“Let me grab my keys first, or do you want to do it here outside the hall?”

Taemin bit his lips and lets go of you while looking around your empty apartment hallway. Nobody was outside by now because it was already 1 AM on a Saturday night.

You finally found your keys and the moment you pull your door open, Taemin then pushes you inside and closes the door with his foot. Without wasting any more time, he grabs your face again and crashes his insatiable lips to yours.

You can feel his want for you bulging on his black skinny jeans, rubbing on your belly as he pushes you on the wall of shoe cabinets, hitting your head slightly on the wooden material behind you.

“Fuck!”

Taemin cursed when you suddenly grip his hair, pulling him back, his lower lip in between your own lips, releasing him with a pop. His mouth found your neck when you let go and starts sucking painful yet pleasurable sloppy open-mouthed kisses.

Your hold on his soft hair tightens when he swiftly grab your clothed pussy under your skirt. His hand pushes your underwear aside, his pointer and middle finger already sliding on your clit conveniently with how slick you already are because of him.

“Shit, you’re so wet.”

Your breath hitched, squeaking out a tiny yelp when he dips his fingers inside of you without caution.

“Tae-Taem…”

You couldn’t finish saying his name with him fucking his fingers into you. He bit on your earlobe as you hook one of your legs on his thigh so you can be closer to him as much as possible, his hand in between the two of you.

Taemin abruptly pulls his hand away, shoving his fingers inside his mouth for a taste. The skin on your cheeks tingle and you feel it flush with his action.

“Where is your bedroom?”

Taemin ignores your whining and how hard your death grip is on his hair still.

“There.”

You pointed at the door directly across from the apartment entrance, Taemin pushes your leg off of him and kicks his shoes off with you doing the same. You threw your purse on the couch when he snatches your hand again to pull you with him.

He probably has a thing with pulling a woman’s hand with the number of times he did so with you tonight, you notice.

You bit your lower lip when he pushes your door open, switching the lights on and you were met with a reasonable amount of SHINee and Taemin albums on your small bookshelf. You thank yourself and the Lord above you because you didn’t put up all the posters that came with the albums or you would embarrass yourself more. You hear him chuckle under his breath before speaking.

“You like me that much?”

Taemin faces you with a shit-eating smirk on his lips and you so wanted to smack his mouth if he wasn’t so fucking attractive.

“Shut up and just fuck me already!”

His smug grew into a gluttonous, borderline ravenous grin.

“Alright, as you wish.”

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kivaember · 6 years

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Non-prompt drabble: To Kill, To Hunt

(This is a rare one... a drabble when Aza was still with his biological family, Zahre and Ala! I will warn you though, this is a little dark and parts of it may come across as child abuse/neglect because Zahre honestly has no idea how to raise kids. She’s a hermit and hasn’t actually socialised her kids with anyone but her and themselves and tends to treat them as fully mature adults when they’re... not. So. There’s context.

CW: Unsettling themes, mercy killing (of an animal), blood, potentially child abuse/neglect vibes?)

Aza was ten when Mommy taught him how to kill.

It was a cold day – the grass was crunchy with frost, and the air was so cold it stuck like needles in his throat when he took too big of a breath. He didn’t like it, he wanted to curl up under the blanket with Ala and continue teaching her how to play cat’s cradle (or rather, he wanted to watch her get determinedly more and more tangled up in the yarn until she was stuck, because it was really funny). But Mommy had said that this was an important adult lesson that he needed to learn, and Mommy promised that the moment he started becoming an adult, she would let him come along on hunts and learn how to hunt. So.

Here he was. He was squatting in a half-frozen bramble bush, its sharp thorns uselessly jabbing into the thick hide of his winter tunic. He buried his numb nose into the furry collar, squatted so his butt didn’t touch the ground, shoved his hands underneath his armpits and curled his tail so it rested in his lap. His winter coat was still growing in, so his tail was numb.

Mommy was quiet next to him. Her hair was just as pale as the frost around them, long and shiny and spilling down her back like a silver waterfall, her body lean like a half-hungry wolf. But they were all hungry these days. The winter was lingering longer than usual, and game was scarcer and sicker. The only reliable thing to eat was fish from the beach, and Aza was sick of fish.

“Alright, Azeyma’a,” Mommy murmured, her voice low and raspy and comforting, “I want you to stay right here. Don’t move, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy,” he said easily, his ears swivelling forwards curiously as Mommy slipped out of the bramble bush and deeper into the woods without even a whisper of a noise. She vanished into the trees and Aza was left alone. He didn’t mind it. He was used to being alone. It was just Mommy and Ala, and sometimes Mommy left them for days going hunting or... somewhere else. It got a little lonely sometimes, but Ala distracted him enough so it didn’t bother him too much. Mommy always made sure there was food for them, but it took Aza a while to learn how to cook it without it being half-raw or half-charred - and without burning his hands. But he learned it, and Ala was looked after just fine, so he didn’t mind. Really.

A twig snapped, and he instantly flattened against the ground. Thorns bit into his palms and pulled at his hair, his tail, his ears, but he ignored it, ears alert and eyes focused beyond his little bush. There was silence, not even a bird, the frost and thin layer of snow dampening noise. His breath came out as stark white puffs, and he slowly, very slowly, moved his hands so they covered his mouth, warming his freezing fingers but hiding his breathing.

A wolf slipped out from the trees with a rabbit in its jaws.

It was a skinny, manky thing. Its fur was matted and he could see its ribs. The smell of sick and wet fur hit his nose, and Aza wrinkled it, biting his tongue to stop the ‘ick’ noise from leaving him. The wolf was ill and starving, and the rabbit dangling from its jaws didn’t look much better either. Mommy said there was a bad illness going around the animals recently, which was why they ate so much fish, but they sometimes ate rabbits if they were okay – and on the odd occasion, wolves.

This wolf paused. It was a few fulms from the bush, its nostrils flaring.

Aza waited.

The wolf dropped the rabbit, stiffly, at its front paws, and its head swung towards him. One of its eyes was all swollen and red and gross-looking, but Aza still didn’t move, even when the wolf took a step closer, its head lowering as black lips peeled back to show off yellowed fangs, a wispy growl gurgling in its throat.

Aza waited-

-and Mommy appeared as silent as a wraith from the tree above, landing on the wolf with an almighty crack!

The wolf howled, crumbling to the floor, and Mommy was instantly on her feet, straddling it. The manky thing twitched and shivered, but it was still alive, its back bent all wrong and weird. Aza didn’t like it, but he crawled out of the bramble bush underneath Mommy’s gaze like he was meant to. Mommy didn’t smile much, but the corners of her mouth were turned up a little in what Aza learned to be approval.

“Good boy,” she praised, “You stayed still like I taught you.”

“I knew you were there, Mommy,” Aza said proudly, pushing himself to his feet once he was free of the bramble’s grasping thorns. He looked hesitantly at the wolf sprawled on the floor. One of its front legs were twitching, its eye rolling in its socket with its tongue lolled out. It looked like it was in pain, and Aza felt deeply uncomfortable about it, clasping his hands together before him and tucking his tail slightly.

“Um, Mommy…” he began.

“So, this is the lesson I wanted to teach you,” Mommy interrupted, her mouth twisting wryly, “You’re ten summers now, Azeyma’a. That means you need to learn how to survive on your own. That means you need to learn something… difficult.”

“Okay…” Aza said slowly, not quite understanding.

Mommy unsheathed the hunting knife from her belt and held it out to him hilt first. He knew how to use a knife – Mommy taught him how to skin rabbits and birds, but they were normally thin, skinny things. This was thick and hefty, and he had to hold it with two hands to keep it steady.

She then pointed at the wolf beneath her, “Kill it.”

Aza looked down at the wolf. It was making a very high-pitched, breathy noise that sounded like a whine. It looked very sad and pathetic, twitching and spasming in pain. Aza really didn’t like it, and he found his palms sweating in their gloves despite his fingers being numb from cold. He knew what death was – he wasn’t a dumb baby. He understood that Mommy killed animals to hunt them and to eat them. He skinned animals.

But they were already dead. He never actually saw them killed. He never did it himself.

“Aza,” Mommy said sternly, her tone demanding obedience, “I told you to kill it. It’ll be easier if you don’t think about it.”

“Um, y-yes,” Aza muttered, his stomach fluttering anxiously. He took a wary step forwards beneath Mommy’s hard stare, and he held the knife very hard between his sweaty, gloved hands, looking at the poor thing quivering at Mommy’s feet. He didn’t want to hurt it more than it was already hurting, so where… he wasn’t quite sure where to… stab? Cut?

Mommy’s strong hand clasped his own, and she squatted down until she was almost sitting on the wolf’s heaving side, guiding him to kneel down at the animal’s head. The wolf’s head gave an abrupt jerk, almost scaring the pants off him, but Mom firmly held him in place. His stomach was churning until he felt ready to throw up.

“Mommy,” he said in a quivering voice, “I don’t want to.”

“You have to,” Mommy said firmly, “After this, I’ll be teaching you how to hunt. You might have to make the kill yourself. Any hesitation, the slightest, and a creature like this will hurt you.” She let out a rough huff that was almost laughter, “One day, I might die myself on a hunt. I’d like to go to my grave knowing you can kill a crippled wolf at the very least. Ala will have to depend on your for survival.”

Aza avoided looking at the wolf when Mommy forced his hands to lower the knife to its throat.

“It becomes very easy,” Mommy murmured softly, looking somewhere beyond their clasped hand with that dark, faraway look she got sometimes, “Beast or man, it gets very easy. Now, watch, Azeyma’a.”

Even though he didn’t want to, Aza watched as Mommy forced the knife in his hands into the wolf’s throat.

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Aza crawled under the blankets to see Ala had completely tangled herself up in yarn.

“I’m trapped,” his sister told him sadly, her limbs contorted into weird angles from probably trying to squirm free, “The string trapped me, Aza.”

“You’re just a dummy,” Aza muttered, but he helped untangle her until the yarn was in a messy pile on the floor and Ala went back to twisting the end of it over her finger. She was smiling blithely, her face pudgy with puppy fat, and she wriggled on her back as her amber eyes looked up at him. Her smile faded.

“Um, Aza?” she asked worriedly, “You look sad.”

“I am sad,” he said, and the lump he’d been carrying all the way back home almost choked him, “Mommy t-taught me, a… a hard lesson today.”

“Oh,” Ala said, not understanding. She dropped the yarn and held up her tiny, pudgy arms, “It’s hug time then.”

Aza hugged her without hesitation. She smelled like blackberries and dirt, she liked rolling in the bramble bushes, and Ala squeezed him as hard as her little arms could, her chin digging into his shoulder. He sniffled but swallowed it down. It had only been a sickly little wolf, he shouldn’t be upset, he told himself.

But the smell and stickiness and the way the wolf had thrashed afterwards… he pushed the memory away because it made him want to cry. It had been an adult lesson, one he needed to learn, Mommy said, so he shouldn’t be a baby about it. It had been horrible though. The blood had been really hot, and it went everywhere, like it had squirted out super fast from a tiny hole. It had gotten all over his tunic and gloves and made him throw up.

Mommy had patted him on the back and told him he’d get used to it.

His stomach flopped nauseously at the thought of repeating that horrible experience, but thankfully he had nothing left to heave up. He focused on Ala’s scent instead, the warm blankets around them, and remembered what Mommy said, that Ala would have to rely on him. Yeah, she’d rely on him. So. Maybe, if he got really good, really fast, at, um, killing the animals in hunts, then maybe Ala wouldn’t have to do that.

Because he tried to imagine Ala doing Mommy’s adult lesson and felt upset at the thought. Ala wouldn’t like it. She always tried to befriend animals, even rabbits, and he remembered before when she cried because a lizard she secretly kept as a pet died. Ala wouldn’t have to hunt ever if he got good enough at it. If he thought about it like that, he could try to stomach it, even if it upset him.

But Mommy also said ‘men’… why would he ever have to do that against people?

He tried to imagine that – but the only people he ever saw was Ala and Mommy, and his brain conjured up him jamming the knife into Ala’s throat and he violently ejected that thought before he could process it, shivering to the very tip of his tail. No, no, no. No stabbing people. It was even worse than wolves.

But something… faintly echoed, like a ripple of premonition. Like when you know you’re being watched by a predator in the woods. Like something looked at that horrible thought and tucked it away somewhere. He didn’t like the feeling of it.

So, Aza, uneasily, ignored it.

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Five years later, the memory of it returned to him in the haze of shock, as Ala choked on her own blood at his feet, his hands sticky and warm.

#ffxiv #fanfic #drabble #warrior of light #original characters #disturbing themes you have been warned #idk i was just in creepy angst mood #also wanted to show what it was like pre-Musa for aza #which #well #it had its own issues #but he would've been a lot less fucked up if he stayed there

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