#so surely he won't fall for his trap as easily as that right?

[fivekrystalpetals]

WATCHING THE RECENT EPISODE REMINDED ME OF SOMETHING--

AND NOW:

I wrote this in tags but decided to add it here:

#anyway fyodor found out dazai's means of communication first#and now it's up to dazai to figure out his mode next#hopefully.....we see that next chapter#but still wondering how fyodor figured out that catgirl was dazai's contact#or....since dazai gave away this detail to sigma that easily does this mean dazai knew it would be leaked anyway?#and his actual contact is someone else?#also very sus that something that only sigma was told about got to be known by fyodor? is the Book/Page playing some kind of role in this??#everything sigma comes to know is automatically passed on to fyodor or something??#is that Sigma's true ability something even he isn't aware of it??#anything is possible with the power of the Book#we still dunno what his ability does exactly?

tl;dr, I am still wondering how Fyodor figured out that the Cat Girl was Dazai's point of contact and if he knew this already, why did he not get her killed beforehand?

The timing is very suspicious. It's only after Dazai tells Sigma about the catgirl, Fyodor gets his hand on her? Maybe, Dazai suspected that Sigma was still being used by Fyodor and was testing his suspicions out by purposefully letting information onto Sigma? And his actual method of communication is something entirely different?

there are two possibilities: 1] the cat-girl is actually his secret contact which would mean Dazai's sole contact to Ango has been cut off 2] cat-girl was just a blind to throw off Fyodor. In this case, Dazai is still in the game because his contact is still a secret as is Fyodor's. And, through that source, help might arrive for his current crisis.

[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

[doki-doki-imagines]

hi! maybe a little self indulgent but was wondering if you could write a lil drabble of earthrealm gang x yn (fem y/n if possible) but she’s related to shang tsung in some way (idk sister, daughter if u wanna get real silly) and shes just as pretty but just as mean :3c ty!

author note: In some the reader is the sister in others the daughter. Going for hcs for my mental health :)

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Johnny Cage: -He doesn't completely trust you, even if damn, you are hot. -Like he can't resist flirting with you even if it means getting the harshest rejection ever. -At this point, it is a challenge more than anything else. Once one of your failed potions exploded right into his face while he was blabbering one of his cheesy pickup lines. "You are smoking." "Hot?" "No, just smoking." You reply, pinching a strand of hair still on fire, extinguishing it. -You know 99% of boys stop flirting just before getting a date? Johnny's positive mindset won't let him fall for this trap. -Maybe you'll fall for his loserboy behavior…

Kenshi Takahashi: -Mh the ex-yakuza doesn't trust you one bit. Even if you never betrayed them. -It's just that you like lying a bit too much for his liking. -"I'll keep an eye on you." You chuckle "What eye? I don't see any on your face." You shrug his words off. -Nobody has ever been blacklisted this fast in Kenshi's mind. -But for real, he'll keep your every step checked ready to attack at any of your missteps. -"If you like spying on me so much you could take me out on a date so I can answer all your questions." You hear him choking on his saliva before snapping back. "How do you know I'm spying on you?" Your eyes widened getting closer to him "So I was right? You are spying on me? Damn, you must be so down bad for me-" -The idea of falling one of Wu Shi mountains sounds so good now for Kenshi. "Come pick me up at 9 p.m. and take me to a nice place it has been so long since I've eaten something nice." -Seems like Kenshi has a new problem to deal with. -Also because Madame Bo is the only place nearby…

Kung Lao: -He doesn't trust you at all, your mother may have been a nice woman but your father is terrible! And with your sharp words, Lao thinks you have taken his personality too. -"Begone sorcerer! My hat will slice you in two if you take another step closer." "I'm sure my words have done more damage than that stupid hat." -Actually, a friendship will develop thanks to your constant fights, not always won by you. -Raiden better if you stay alert, you have two sly foxes in the temple now

Raiden: -He isn't as wary as the others, after all you haven't done anything wrong. Being born from such an evil guy doesn't make you evil. -But damn, you can be so harsh with him at times. More than once Raiden wanted to remind you that if it wasn't for him you would be homeless and a loser just like your father. -But then Raiden remembers it's actually thanks to Liu Kang if you are there and bites his tongue. -You are also one of the few people able to make Raiden snap! Most monks never saw such fury before he met you. -"You should thank me. Weak minds don't last much in battle." "If you expect me to thank you for pissing me off you'll have to wait your entire lifetime, snotty sorcerer."

Liu Kang: -When he created this new timeline he hoped a sister could tone down Shang Tsung's evil intentions. -But at the end he threw you away, treating you like a stepping stone to the road to achieve his goal. -So Liu Kang took you in. That doesn't mean you will so easily forgive him for his mistake. -Your words slice his heart frequently. Not because you want to cry about your condition, it's mostly your fault after all, but simply because you like to tease that raw nerve that awakens a usually hidden side of him. -"Shut your mouth or I'll seal your lips forever!" "Ohhh-" you coo at his words "But then how I'll latch my lips at your throat? You seemed to like it yesterday." You say, pressing a finger on the spot where the hickey should be, already recovered thanks to his godly nature. -Liu Kang stomps his right foot on the ground before running out from your lab. How he can love you so much and despise you at the same time is something he still has to wrap his head around.

Geras: -A saint. You may tease, joke, just be nasty and Geras will reply with the calmest voice ever. -Liu Kang told him to make you feel at home and Geras takes his job seriously. -You nagged him a lot about the hourglass, making you take a small peak at it but he never let you close. -"You are too serious Geras, loosen up a little." "It's to compensate for your lack of rules." -You still have to warm up to each other…

Bi-Han: -He doesn't like you. AT ALL. -Bi-Han looks at you with a face dripping with scorn. Even if you are taller than him, he'll make you feel like an ant. -If you tease him too much he'll snap back and won't keep himself from hitting you. -But if you stroke his ego, promising him strength and glory… -As your brother told you "If you want men to do what you want stroke their ego and they will be at your feet." -He also did an analogy comparing the ego to a di- Okay I think the point is clear.

Kuai Liang: -He doesn't trust you, but if Liu Kang decided to keep you with them he won't oppose his decision. -Liang will often ask to train with you, mostly to test your skill level and eventually prepare for a future betrayal. -Also your lab will be often spied, checking if your experiments are safe and good for Earthrealm. -Till one day Liang found a small card on your desk "Train better your men, I could tell someone sneaked in the first time. Shirai Ryu won't last long otherwise." -He tightens the grip on the card, rolling it up before throwing it on the ground. -Liang was the only one that has been spying on you…

Tomas Vrbada: -He doesn't trust you immediately but he is one of the few to give you a chance. -Tomas won't be like a dog, following you around and completely trusting you, but he'll be one to bring you a hot beverage in cold winters when you are alone in your lab. -He answers wittily to your words and rarely he gets dejected. -"I suppose you won't survive in the Lin Kueis if you had a weak mind or if you are simply an idiot…" You whisper out, Tomas' ears catching your words anyway. "…You thought I was an idiot?" -You'd like to reply "Why the paste tense? I still do." but you decide to bite your tongue. You don't mind his company after all.

[eydi-andrius]

Yuu: Okay, losers! Time for your punishments!

Ace, Deuce, Grim: *groans in frustration*

Ace: You totally cheated! Why do you always win whenever we play?

Yuu: I'm a magic less human, Ace. If there's someone who is capable of cheating, that's probably you.

Ace was about to protest some more but he was cut off by a loud booming voice.

Sebek: I will not run away. Show me what you've got, human!

Sebek was not supposed to play with them. They were in the middle of a game when Sebek barged in Ramshackle, looking for Malleus. When he found out his liege was not there, he did not bother to second guess Yuu's invite to play and shut it down immediately. He's busy and is looking for his liege. He has no time to spare for something childish and silly games. But then, Grim teased him, saying he's probably scared of losing against them, smug and oh so sure that he was frightened by their skills. After hearing a tiny creature's insult, Sebek did not back down and join them, with a demand that he will only play one game.

They have been playing until sun down.

Yuu: Okay. *coughs* Call my name, Sebek.

Ace: What type of punishment is that!?

Deuce: That's too easy.

Grim: Hah! My hench human has been too soft. That's not even a punishment. Even I can do that easily.

Yuu: Shhhhhh...quiet!

While Yuu and Ace were busy arguing about Yuu's odd punishment to Sebek, Sebek's face on the other hand, turned as red as a tomato. His face that was commonly pale is flushed. Sebek knew that what Yuu asked of him was something so sneaky. If he knew this was her plan, or maybe the invite was a trap all along, he would have refused firmer. Yuu has been asking him to call her by her name. Not human, lady, girl or woman, but Yuu. He could have done that easily, especially since, Yuu has earned his respect. But he doesn't want to do it. It feels like once he does call her name, something inside of him will fall like an avalanche and he is fearful that he won't be able to stop the chaos within him. How sly he thought to himself.

Yuu: C'mon! You can do it!

Sebek: *even with a face so red he pulled it off* yuu. *coughs*

Yuu: Huh? You heard that?

Ace, Deuce and Grim: Nope.

Sebek: *with somehow a redder face, and odd expression* Yuu. *he spoke a bit louder*

Yuu: Is that really how loud your voice is? You're not-

Sebek: i said YUU! ARE WE GOOD NOW, YUU?

Maybe it was the frustration, or the embarrassment, but Sebek, at the top of his lungs yell her name whilst staring into her eyes. He watched as her sly smirk turned down, and her face flushed pink. Sebek thought that was cute. Meanwhile, Yuu's brain stopped working for a moment. Sebek called her name thrice! His loud voice echoes inside her mind. It repeats how her name rolled off on his tongue.

Sebek: I'm done here. I will continue looking for my liege. Goodbye, Yuu.

Sebek nodded in her direction before storming off. The tips of his ears were still red, yet he pretended that it wasn't. Yuu blinks, and on the inside it feels like an arrow of love shot her right on the chest. She was captivated and there is no way for her to run.

Ace, although, he thought Yuu was cringed and too cheesy for what she just did, recorded Sebek calling her name multiple times and used it as a leverage.

Yuu made the sound as her ringtone for Sebek's messages and calls. She has to beat Ace to get it though.

[mixiury]

Here with you — Wanderer x GN! Reader

Summary: After a long walk with Wanderer, you ended up exhausted, taking a small nap with your companion in the middle of the forest.

A/N: I corrected some typos I noticed after reading this again. I am dyslexic and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if there is still some. Please feel free to point them out!

"Come here, lie with me."

"Why would I? To get my clothes dirty like yours? No thanks." Wanderer answered to your request almost instantly, showing little interest in changing his mind.

Both of you have been walking for hours now, enjoying the cool breeze that the trees of the Sumeru forest release.

It's hard to keep track of time in a place like this, especially when the silence and calm stretches out in its entirety and all you can hear is the soft melody of the birds with the snapping grass and leaves you are stepping on the ground while you walk.

But even though your hiking companion doesn't need to take breaks and the beautiful views of the landscapes along the way help in motivating you to continue exploring, you soon end up finding your feet and legs demanding you to rest, lying down on a small and comfortable hill, while Wanderer reluctantly agrees to wait for you a few minutes.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me? The sun is nice." You know what his response is going to be, but you keep insisting anyways, hoping that some miracle will happen that would make him change his mind and rest alongside you. However, as was from being expected, his head just turned away, ignoring your request with the same stubborness that characterizes him.

Defeated, you find solace in the warm sunlight and fresh grass you lie on, slowly imbuing yourself in its trap as your eyelids fight to stay open.

It is not until he notices how quiet you have become that Wanderer's gaze finally returned to your sleeping figure, noticing each deep breath you take as your chest rises and falls steadily, with nothing to interrupt you from falling into your calm, soft slumber.

It's annoying how you allow to put yourself in such a comfortable state in the middle of nowhere. As if, in this precise moment, nothing else mattered.

It seems like you don't know how easy of a target you are right now, not worrying about your surroundings and all the dangers that are around you. It only takes a few seconds to end a human's life and it's much easier when you're in such a vulnerable and peaceful state that you wouldn't even be able to react before you feel the pain of your aggressor hurting you.

And yet, the mere thought of it makes him feel sick and jealous of you at the same time. How can you live your life so carelessly? Is it because you don't have any self-prevention instincts inside that empty brain of yours? Or are you just so naive that, even knowing how he can easily leave you to your own devices, you still trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this position?

Knowing you will probably never tell him, he decides to search the answer by himself, quietly approaching you and laying down next to you, hoping that the sound of the grass rustling next to you won't wake you up or interrupt your dreams as he watches you in complete silence.

And it's only now, after he finally gave into your request, that he understood what you were talking about.

The faint rays of the sun really feel like a bliss the moment they caress your face, intense enough to embrace you with their warmth but not to the point of burning you. Contrasting with the cloudy and gloomy Inazuma mornings he had grown used to.

It has been so long since he felt this warmth and calmness, still staring at you steadily and letting himself enjoy the peaceful nature of the moment.

It feels illegal that him, out of all people, could experience an instance like this. He, whom from the day of his creation the only birthright that has been given to him was an eternity of grievance, shame and solitude, simply lying on the grass without any other concern but you.

He doesn't understand it but he wants to. Your presence itself has already helped him understand a hint of your normalicy, something that he had spent decades chasing and longing for but was never able to hold for long enough to call it his. And yet, he lets himself fall into your trap and comfort, finally taking a break from all the thoughts that have been stuck in his mind as he simply rests by your side.

[sarahghetti]

direction to perfection; j.l.

pairing: jake lockley x reader, marc and steven are briefly alluded to but do not make an appearance

summary: one day, your vigilante lifestyle leads to you to crossing paths with a moon-serving weirdo in white bandages. jake promises that he won't get in the way, but there's something about his smirk that has your spidey-sense tingling, and what do you know—

he sets a building on fire.

it's not supposed to be romantic.

warnings: depictions of fighting and violence, injuries, hurt and comfort, reader is a spider-person and thus has a spider-person sense of humour😭.

word count: 3.8k

notes: part of the @MOONKNIGHT-EVENTS bingo! prompt: “'bonfire”

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You have a love-hate relationship with your spidey-sense—it’s useful enough to give you a heads-up, but it’s not exactly a get-out-of-danger-free card.

It kicks in as you’re soaring through the air, an errant pulse in your veins that tells you one thing: MOVE. But there’s no time—before you even manage to lift your web-shooter, one of Doc Ock’s mechanical arms whips around and collides hard against your torso. For a moment, you feel your ribs crack underneath the metal, the sharp pains accompanied by a real stupid thought, even by your standards: guess I’m going to call in sick tomorrow—

—and then you finally hit the brick wall behind you. The air is ripped from your lungs and your thoughts short-circuit into nothingness. New York’s evening rush hour is drowned out by high-pitched ringing. If it weren’t for your wallcrawling ability, you’d be falling forty stories down onto the traffic below. Instead, rooted into the small crater you’ve made into an office building, all you can do is languish in what surely must be multiple broken bones and a slightly bruised ego for not being able to dodge a hit that you saw coming.

Speaking of—there’s another one heading towards you right now.

You leap upwards without a second thought, just narrowly avoiding becoming a shitty claw-machine prize as the arm lodges into the wall where your head used to be. Spots dance across your vision and you groan—your body does not want to move.

Suspended between two buildings, Doc Ock’s mechanical arms dig into concrete and brick as she follows you up. Her voice is deceptively empathetic. “Down so soon, little spider? I expected more from you!”

One of the arms rears back again but distantly, there’s the clench of a trigger—and it gets pinned behind her by a golden grappling hook.

The wire grows taut then there he is, using the reeling mechanism to lunge upwards. All the momentum is channeled into his crescent blade as Jake jams it between the plates of the trapped arm; it jerks like a wounded animal, suddenly uncoordinated and stiff. When it lashes out again, he easily dodges and jumps across the buildings onto the fire escape next to you.

“Mierda! You okay?”

Glowing white eyes, wide with concern—the sight is enough to shake you out of your concussive stupor. Jake extends a hand, and you take it readily, allowing him to help you up onto the rickety platform.

“Just peachy,” you wheeze as you lean almost your entire body weight against him.

This was supposed to be a simple mission. It wasn’t even supposed to be a mission in the first place, but one detained drug dealer led to another, which led to a smuggler and a mercenary and a goddamn gym teacheruntil you were faced with a whole corrupt laboratory that tied back to Doc Ock’s operations.

Jake got looped in somewhere between the mercenary and the gym teacher, apparently answering some kind of divine calling of his own. Egyptian god of the moon? Protecting travelers of the night? You just call the people you save New Yorkers, no fancy labelling here.

But you’re not so prideful as to turn away help when you need it, especially when it comes gift-wrapped in superhuman strength and a bullet-proof cape. Even though you catch him giving himself these looks in the windows you pass by or having whole conversations to himself under his breath—you’ve seen weirder.

Like now: There’s a clear conflict happening in—on?—Doc Ock. The damaged arm flails wildly through the air, and the other three can’t seem to decide between trying to calm it down, retreat, or kill you.

Those white eyes turn to you. “Sure you don’t want me to shoot her?”

“No!” Now you remember why you were initially wary of him—because when you first met, he was holding one of his blades to a lackey’s throat. Danger, danger! You didn’t even need your spidey-sense to tell you that; he wears the warning like a badge of honour. “We just need to subdue her till the cops come. Follow my lead.”

Jake gives you a mock salute. Fortunately, Doc Ock’s lab was deserted—except for her—when you crashed the place. Whatever supersecret bioweapon she’s cooking up will still be waiting for you to destroy it after you capture her.

With just one press of a button, you’re soaring back into action. The arms seem to have coordinated themselves again—having decided to kill you, how lucky—but so have you and Jake. One lunges towards you, and you pull upwards on your web, going feet over head as you as you flip backwards out of the way.

In that split-second moment when you’re fully upside-down, your arm extends downwards and thwip!—your web attaches to the titanium plating. The world realigns itself, and your momentum carries you in an arc below the arm, dragging it behind you as you continue in your original direction.

As soon as you land on the side of the opposing building, you yank hard. Immediately, your other hand comes up to shoot a dozen or so webs to attach the claw onto the wall. It won’t last—the brick is already crumbling under the force—but it gives Jake enough time to shake off Doc Ock’s attention and join you.

Closer than you were before, you can see just how much force it takes for him to drive his blade through the circuitry. Sparks burst like little fireworks around his hand. He makes it look easy, but a shudder crawls down your spine—you just know what he’s capable of.

You both leap out of the way as the arm thrashes erratically; Doc Ock cries out in frustration. That’s two arms down, and two that are busy suspending her in the air. You’ll have to catch her once you take out another one, but that’s no biggie.

“Jake!” You gesture towards the nearest arm, and he nods in understanding. Despite the pain radiating through your limbs, you grin. For all his snark and murderous tendencies (which you hope are just a joke), he’s a half-decent partner.

It’s too bad, then, that Doc Ock doesn’t seem to care about how good of a time you’re having. Her mouth twists into a snarl, and in a blink of an eye, she’s scrambling away. Retreating? Your poor, bruised head is hopeful for the night to end.

In a way, it’s right—she is trying to get away from you. Unfortunately, it also recognizes that she’s retracing your steps, right back to the lab where you first found her.

“Oh, damn it!”

Your injuries and Jake’s limited modes of superhuman transport make it impossible to gain any real ground as you chase after her. Doc Ock climbs through her shattered window half a minute before you do, and even if your conscious mind doesn’t realize it, some part of you does—it’s an ambush.

You dive to the ground just as a mini fridge is thrown in your direction. Pain shoots down your side, your vision blurring with tears. The sheer wave of nausea that washes over you makes your mouth water and fuck, you might actually puke like this.

There’s something else coming but you can’t do anything other than half-heartedly roll behind the nearest object. The workbench shields you from—what, a chair? You aren’t afforded anymore time to think about it because she rips off the counter next, several important-looking valves raining down around you. Through the noise, you just barely manage to pick up a quiet hissing in the air as you try to gather your bearings.

A line of workbenches down the centre of the room, an aisle on either side.

On the right: sinks and fume hoods.

On the left: whiteboards.

Directly in front of you: the absolute bane of—and possible end to—your existence, holding up that chunk of black countertop as if it were a hammer and you are a nail.

You brace yourself for the hit, but it never comes. There’s a surprised yelp from above you, and your peer through your arms at just the right time to see Jake land a brutal kick into Doc Ock’s chest, sending her flying. You don’t see her land, but you do hearit; equipment crashes to the ground, glass shattering on the linoleum.

With a hand from Jake, you’re back on your feet. Doc Ock is reeling at the far end of the room. The walls are littered with long, deep gashes—some from your initial confrontation with her, some likely from her mechanical arms flailing from Jake’s hit. Several of the fume hoods are missing their windows entirely, which definitely bodes ill considering that there are still chemicals in some of them.

Gritting your teeth, you somehow manage to get the words out, “Just stand down, Olivia!”

A hand is clutched at her side, and some petty part of you hopes that her ribs are broken too. “This isn’t over.”

You gesture to her mechanical arms, two of which are still malfunctioning like headless chickens, then to yourselves, who are (mostly) in one piece. “Well, it sure is about to be.”

She raises her eyebrows at Jake. “You raid a Spirit Halloween and suddenly think you can defeat me?”

“Yeah, sure, let me just take fashion advice from someone cosplaying as an octopus.”

Jake leans towards you. “Do you always talk this much?”

At that, Doc Ock’s eyes narrow, filled with determination. She’s not backing down this time, which means neither can you.

You both ready yourselves like you have countless times before, straightening your stance and setting your shoulders back. But Jake doesn’t show the same patience. No—he sees the remaining mechanical arms twitch in preparation, and a blade is already leaving his hand with deadly-precise aim.

Wait, wait, the hissing sound—the gas—

“Get down!” You ram your body into Jake’s, bringing you both to the ground as the blade makes contact with the titanium, sparks flying out and—

BOOM.

It’s like your heart stops.

For several moments, you don’t register anything at all. You aren’t even sure if you’re still breathing.

Slowly, your senses return. The scent of burning plastic invades your nostrils—even the air tastes like it too. Something’s landed on top of you, pinning you down with a surprising amount of strength. Warm and sturdy and pressing into all the wrong places, but you can’t even hear your own whimpering—there’s nothing but ringing in your ears.

Are your eyes closed? You can’t bring yourself to check. All you can do is try to remember how to live, and figure out what the hell is happening.

Your spidey-sense has gone quiet. That’s—that’s good. Hopefully. Or maybe it’s just been knocked out of you by the blast. You let that last thought get washed away into the muddled mess of your head; you could probably use a bit of positive thinking right now.

Everything hurts. That’s been true for the past hour, really, but there’s no gut-wrenchingly painful burn anywhere on your body like what you expected from a lab explosion. The closest thing is just that warmth against your back, in a thick arm across your chest, and encircled around your wrist, where it lingers along your pulse point.

Something brushes up against your cheek, roughly textured but trying to be so, so gentle. Words start to pierce through the hearing damage. “—estás bien, te tengo. No te preocupes, estás bien.”

“Jake?” Your voice comes out small and tinny, unsure of how loud to speak when everything sounds like it’s underwater. You receive an affirmative rumble, and the tension seeps out of your limbs, just a tad.

Tentatively, you open your eyes. And there’s—nothing. Just a white sheet of fabric covering your entire field of view. Jake huffs out a laugh at your confusion before finally standing up, his cape pulling back from where it was draped on top of you.

“Oh.”

It’s like a bomb went off. Nearly every surface has been scorched black, save for the perfectly untouched flooring around you where Jake shielded you both from the blast. Any equipment in the room has been reduced to pieces—if not completely combusted into ash and soot—and fires still linger despite the efforts of what’s left of the sprinkler system.

No sign of Doc Ock anywhere—she must’ve gotten away. Jake lets out a long string of curses under his breath, then finishes it off with an eloquent: “Fuck.”

The fire alarm is incessant, and the sprinklers have all but drenched your suit. If you had half a working brain left, you’d feel the shivers wracking your body and realize that you’re still bleeding out in several different places, but the only thing that crosses your mind is how tired you are.

You throw your mask off with a groan. The sirens in the distance only add to your growing headache. So close, you were so close this time.

“Come on.” Jake’s stands over you, mask retracted, and you can see the grimace on his face from how the mission turned out. Wordlessly, he offers to help you up, and is promptly ignored. He keeps his hand extended towards you, shaking it a little for emphasis, but you refuse to budge.

That is, until your mind so helpfully strays and wonders—how big was the blast?

Your eyes widen, and your body jerks upright as though electrocuted. Oh, God—you didn’t see anyone else in the lab other than Doc Ock when you arrived, but what about the other floors? What about the pedestrians on the sidewalk below, who might’ve had glass and debris rained down upon them when the windows were blown out?

It takes several tries to get to your feet, none of which are entirely successful because Jake has to intervene halfway through to hold you upright. Your second wind catches him off-guard and his brows furrow as you try to leap back into action. “Whoa—talk to me, bug. What’s happening?”

“Need to—” You try to shrug him off. His grip loosens for all of a moment before you’re stumbling again, and then he returns, as firm and steady as ever. “Was anyone hurt?”

“You.”

“Not what I meant,” you scowl. It’s thoroughly ineffective. The only response you get is a subtle tilting of his head, then a loss of his undivided attention as he listens to something—someone—in the room that you aren’t privy to.

His gaze flickers back to you, marginally softer. “No one else was hurt. You need to rest.”

You don’t dignify that with a response. What’s the point of superhealing if you can’t bounce back after a fight? This time when you struggle against him, Jake lets you go, crossing his arms as you limp around the room.

Fortunately, most of the smoke is being pulled out the windows; what’s left is enough to burn and scrape down your larynx, but you push through it. Doc Ock has to have left some kind of trace—if not during her escape, then in the work she left behind. But kicking around in the ashes yields nothing. There’s no conveniently placed folder full of evil plans, or vial labelled SUPER SECRET BIOWEAPON (ONLY COPY - NO NEED TO SEARCH ANY FURTHER).

Jake sighs. “What are you looking for?”

What are you looking for? The building is still on fire, for Christ’s sake—you should have been gone ten minutes ago. Still, your stubbornness is steadfast. “There has to be—something.”

He sweeps out an arm, gesturing to the resounding nothing around you. With wet curls stuck to his forehead, his tone veers on sardonic. “Oh? Your little spider-sense tell you that?”

“Spidey, and—and it’s not a radar, I can’t just turn it on,” you bristle. His ensuing snicker lands all wrong, and your mouth twists into a scowl. “Funny, is it? Blowing up a building?”

“Hey.” The lightness disappears from his expression. “How was I supposed to know about the gas leak?”

It’s a valid question. Still, the anger in you can’t help but flare up anyways, running on his words as if they were diesel. You bite back a retort at the last second, which isn’t enough because the resulting silence is accusatory in and of itself.

He takes a step towards you, chin raised as water continues to rain down on you both. Solid, sturdy—unyielding. The sight twists your stomach into knots, but you stand your ground, placing your hands on your hips even though it pulls painfully at a handful of your muscles. “Shit happens, bug. It’s no one’s fault—well, maybe a bit my fault, but—”

“I had her.” It’s a blatant lie, but full of conviction as it leaves your lips.

He’s nothing short of incredulous. “Did you?”

“Yes—”

Faster than your hazy mind can register it, his hand shoves at your shoulder. Not hard, but it didn’t need to be—you practically crumple, hands scrambling to find something to hold on to before you land flat on your ass, but Jake wraps an arm around your waist, steadying you.

You swat at his chest. You hate that his warmth is familiar. “Let me go.”

He counters: “What’s wrong?”

“You, asshole.”

“’m the bad guy now? You want a fight that bad?” His eyebrows cock upwards, regarding you like some unruly child.

He’s being inflammatory on purpose and it’s working. You’re an elastic band in his fingers, one that he keeps stretching and stretching and stretching until you snap. “I don’t want a fight, I want a—”

Win, you almost admit. You wanted a win, after all this time you’ve spent chasing after Doc Ock. Countless sleepless nights and lackeys thrown behind bars, only to fail in the final moments when it really mattered. The realization is debilitating, even in the confines of your own head, and so you lash out again, distracting yourself from the bitterness on your tongue by spewing it out instead.

“We’re not all out for blood, you know.” Then, because you can’t help yourself— “I’m not you, Jake.”

“Is that what this is about?” His hand tenses almost imperceptibly against your back, but you manage to catch it. Of course you do, with every sense on high alert, blood rushing in your ears. “You mad ‘cause I’m a killer?”

Something dangerous underlines his tone when he says the word and you flinch, trying to create some distance between the two of you on instinct. Jake doesn’t grant you that—his other arm comes to hold you as well, pulling you in even though you think you might suffocate in his presence.

“You knew this from the start. Don’t tell me you’re going to try to turn me in now.”

“Maybe I should,” you say in a rush, gaze steely as it meets his. For all your superhuman powers, none give you the ability to read what’s going on behind the storm in his eyes. You’re so close, you can almost feel the heat radiating off his skin, hear the words in his mouth before he even says them.

“You’re the one with the spidey-sense.” His voice is low. Somewhere in the back of your mind, through the shame and anger and desperation—you note that he’s called it by the right name this time. “You tell me. Am I a threat?”

Your heart is beating a mile a minute and your stomach is all fluttery and weird but—no. There’s no tingling at the back of your neck, no hair-raising along your arms. Petulance makes you want to lie and say yes anyways, but you can’t bring yourself to form the words. It just… isn’t true. And for some reason, you have feeling that this would be going too far, even as a rash potshot.

When you don’t respond, Jake’s expression softens, the lines of his face giving way to an understanding look that makes you feel smaller than his antagonism ever could. The fires have mostly died down now, but warm reds and oranges still flicker along the side of his jaw, in corners of his irises. His arms feel less like a cage and more like a lifeline, keeping you from drifting out to sea.

“Just—thought I finally caught her,” you mumble, and he pulls you the last few inches into a proper hug. Exhausted, you let yourself melt into his arms, the adrenaline beginning to seep away despite the cacophony of sirens in the background. “It’s been so long, Jake.”

“I know.” He doesn’t, not really—you haven’t divulged just how far this rivalry goes, but you don’t have to think very hard to realize that he’s speaking from experiences long before he ever met you. “We’ll get her next time.”

You snort softly into his suit. “What, you staying?”

It’s silly, the tinge of hopefulness that laces your voice just minutes after you’ve essentially accosted him. But Jake’s grinning when you pull back to look at him, all boyish confidence, and you nearly forget to breathe. “I could be convinced.”

Wait—what? He’s thrown you off-kilter. You—you didn’t think he’d actually— “Well—!”

At your stammering, he lets out a laugh, throwing back his head. It’s a wonderful sound, and when you flick his arm in response, there’s no real force to it.

“Well, you know what they say,” you sniff, trying to maintain your composure. “Friends close, enemies closer, and all that.”

“Right, right,” he nods gravely. The effect is severely diminished by the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Keeping one arm around you, he starts to lead you towards an exit. “Don’t know how you’ll handle it—your spidey-sense going off all the time with me around.”

On the way out, he picks up your mask from where you discarded it, slapping it a few times against his leg to brush off the soot and ash. His own mask and hood come up to envelope his face as he hands it to you. Distantly, you wonder how his glowing white eyes would look in the dark. Probably a bit stupid, is your conclusion.

“I’m sure I can manage,” you sigh, and once you slip on your mask, he gives you a little pat on the head before you can bat him away. Jake leans away enough to avoid your attempts to tug at his hood, but at the next opportunity, he reaches over again, the little shit, hand drawing in close, and your spidey-sense, superhuman and extraordinary, it’s—

It’s never been quieter.

[felice-jaganshi]

My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 10

It was Extermination day… Lucifer was pacing back and forth, like a tiger in a too small cage.

“Luci…” You wanted to help him, but neither of you could do anything. The nature of the Deal he'd been forced to make, made it so he was magically trapped in his home every extermination day. It was his own magic binding him too, the only way he could be freed today is if someone killed a hellborn demon. And he was terrified that it could be Charlie. 

“Not now love… I'm… unsettled.” 

 

“What can I do to help? Surely I can do something?” You tried to reach out to him, and he stopped pacing, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.

“I'm worrying you, aren't I? I'm sorry.”

“Just a little.” You say honestly, and try to pull him in for a hug. He comes along easily, falling into the comfort of your embrace with an aggravated sigh. 

 

Suddenly, he flinched in your hold, “Dazzle. I just felt Dazzle die! Oh fuck, Charlie's in trouble!” He tried to pull away but you held firm.

 

“Let me go with you! I want to help however I can!” You had this conversation yesterday, and it took all of your will to convince him he'd take you with him if he was able to get out on extermination day.

Now that it was actually happening however, he looked terrified.

“I- I can't! I could lose you!”

“I can distract Adam! If Charlie's in a bad position, one distraction could save her life, or someone else's! I have to try. Please! ”

He couldn't waste anymore time! He needed to get there now!  

 

“Fuck, fine!” He held you tight and opened a portal, finally able to get to the hotel. You saw Adam in front of Charlie, reaching out for her and you threw yourself from Lucifer's arms, wings ejecting to get in front of her. 

 

“Adam! STOP!!” You stand in front of him and he's frozen in shock at the sight of you.

 

“I- Becky?!”

 

“That's not my fucking name!!” He could never get it right! Just as you're about to throw a punch at him, he gets a surprise left hook from Lucifer! He went crashing into the hotel skylight.

 

You turn to Charlie as Lucifer helps her onto her feet. 

“Sorry I wasn't here sooner, sweetie.” 

 

Adam came back out of the skylight he'd crashed through, eyes locked on you.

“The fuck are you doing here?” He sounded hurt.

 

“You pushed me into hell, remember?” You lean into Lucifer's side, opposite of Charlie. Adam looks between the two of you. “I should thank you, actually. I met the kindest, most loving man in all of creation thanks to that fall.”

 

Charlie looks shocked to realize you're an angel too, but before she can say anything Adam is charging at Lucifer with a scream of rage and pain!

 

“Again!! A third fucking time! How many of my bitches do you have to take before you're satisfied?!” 

Lucifer let him get one hit in, shoving him into the wall before shape-shifting and flying up. It didn't even hurt him a little.

 

You watch in worry as Adam tries to shoot him, but Charlie puts a hand on your shoulder.

“He'll be fine. Dad's the strongest angel ever!”

 

When Adam blasts the hotel with his holy light, shrapnel imbeds itself into your wings and body. Lucifer dives to catch Charlie, leaving you to fend for yourself! Just when you think you're done for, Adam catches you.

 

You try to push away from him but he holds you tight. “Why?! What the fuck did I do wrong?! First Lilith, then Eve, now you?! I just- why won't anyone love me! ?” He's crying, you realize.

 

“Let me go! Luci!!” You call for help, seeing him holding Charlie, he looks up at you, panicked. 

 

“Becca! Don't worry babe, I'm coming!” He set Charlie on the ground before flying up to get you back!

But Adam was always a sore loser… he held you tight by the neck, out in the air. Your wings flapped sporadically, blood pouring from them. You couldn't breathe! Is… is this how you'd die? You've already died once,  why is the universe so awful!?

 

Lucifer is forced to stop where he is, “Let her go Adam! She's not a toy, she's a person! You wanna know why none of them loved you?! Because you didn't respect them! You didn't treat them like people! She's my best friend Adam, do you even have one of those?! A friend?” 

 

Adam's hands shook, “Fuck you!” He then threw you at Lucifer before shooting a light beam at you both!

 

Lucifer caught you, but now he couldn't shape-shift, and there wasn't really time to dodge! He barely flanked away and one of his wings had a massive hole blown into it!

Adam charged, and Lucifer kicked him into the ground, not yet registering the pain in his wing. He dropped down himself, setting you down and approaching Adam's crater. “You come at me, and my family! But don't forget, you're in my house now, bitch!” And he began wailing on him! It… was actually kinda hot.

 

Charlie pulled back her father's rage, and the adrenaline that had kept you standing wore off. Causing you to fall to your knees.

 

Some tiny girl ended up killing Adam, but you were too tired to summon a reaction of any kind. In fact… Why was everything so… quiet? That was your last thought before darkness consumed your vision and sleep overtook you. Fuck, not again…

[the-therapist-needs-therapy]

You Can't Get Rid Of Me

Pairing : Kim Mingyu x Reader

Genre : Angst, Slightly Suggestive

Warnings : Mentions of murder and running away

Having your marriage arranged by your parents, your boyfriend thinks that it's best to part ways but you're not ready to give up on what you both have.

"Y/n, it's best if we break up. Trust me, I don't want this either but you know your parents. They will kill us for sure," Mingyu's voice was barely a whisper but his words pierced through your ears. You chest tightens for a second.

"So? You're asking me to marry the old man?" you ask.

"If I can, I'll marry you right now, Y/n. It's just........ impossible," his reply makes you fume.

In a flash, you had him pinned down against the couch, with your hands placed on the soft material beside his head. Your legs trapped his own ones. Mingyu's face was flushed red and he looked away from you.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you speak, "I can run away the night before the wedding or I can poison the old man the next time he comes to visit. My parents won't bother looking for me because afterwards I'll be a disgrace to the family. Even if you don't do anything, at least have some faith in our relationship like I do," droplets of angry tears fall on his face.

Mingyu flinches, the guilt of hurting you heavy in his chest.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I promise I won't make you cry ever again. I'll- I'll marry you. We'll get away from this horrible place where we aren't allowed to love"

A small smile forms on your lips. You lean in and press your lips against his. Instantly, all you worries were washed away.

Mingyu doesn't take too long to kiss you back. He cups your face with his large hands and presses back harder, gently biting your lower lip in the process. You grip his hair and it makes him groan.

You pull away and stare at him, "Don't think you can get rid of me easily, Kim Mingyu. Whether you like it or not, I'm your future wife"

Mingyu grins cheekily, despite his flushed face.

"Seems like I'm stuck with you"

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[ssentimentals]

seventeen members as their natal charts: seokmin

sun in aquarius, moon in cancer

this man is ruled by his emotions, tends to make decisions based on how he 'feels' rather than logic; caring and thoughtful, he is a social butterfly, very good at making sure everyone is comfortable and okay, can easily guess when someone feels 'off', his kindness is sincere and his desire to help is engraved in his personality

seokmin quietly closes the balcony door and steps closer to you, hovering unsurely next to the chair. 'do you mind if i sit here?'

you slowly blink at him. 'i- this is your house, seokmin.'

he laughs a bit awkwardly at this. 'still, if you don't want me to then i won't sit. i can leave, actually, if you want to be alone.'

you don't really know what to say on this. seokmin is the host of this party and yet instead of being the center of attention, he chooses to stand in front of you on the balcony, with two drinks in his hands, asking whether he can or cannot sit in his own house. you look at him in silence and seokmin stares back with a small smile, looking earnest and reminding you of a puppy. cute. you glance at the drinks in his hands and ask gingerly: 'is one of them for me?'

he is so animated. myriad of emotions change in his face as he hands you a glass of strawberry lemonade, because 'i noticed how you mostly stuck to it, it's your favorite, right?' and then smiles brightly at your hushed 'it is'. he still is standing and it takes you few seconds to realize that you haven't answered his question about the chair. 'oh my god, please sit.' you rush, surprised at how he waited for your verbal permission. 'thank you for the drink.'

'welcome!' his smile is so bright, you pretty sure it can rival the sun. 'i'm glad i made you smile, i think it's the first one since you came here. you have a really nice smile, by the way.'

seokmin is kind, that much you know, but experiencing this kindness on yourself is another thing. it leaves you flustered in a way that has your body tingle with warmth. 'why are you here?' you ask, because you have to know. what is this sunshine of a boy doing next to you?

'i could tell that something felt off for you, so i just wanted..' seokmin shrugs, looking at you. 'to make you smile, i guess.' at your silence, he gently nudges your shoulder with his one. 'you really should smile more. it suits you.'

there's a commotion from the living room and then door to the balcony opens, revealing dino. 'hyung! you coming? game is about to start!'

seokmin turns, reaching out for your hand, but not taking it. his smile is kind, sweet and when he asks: 'you wanna come with me?', you don't really doubt your answer: 'yes.'

a large-hearted individual who can overwhelm another preson with his emotions; he is warm and sweet, but can be a little detached and moody, so someone who is patient with childish outbursts and gentle at core is the best fit for him. loves excitement and is not demanding nor possessive to his partner.

'are you getting moody at me, lee seokmin?' you question, teasingly flicking his ear. 'you, big baby.'

'hey!' he whines, trying to hide from you only to end up being trapped by you on the sofa. 'you should support me, not make fun of me!'

you giggle, pulling pillow that he's holding away. at that you almost fall but seokmin catches you, because letting you fall is not something he can ever let happen, not when he's around. he quickly pulls you back to his chest and helps you to fix your hair, looking at you lovingly. even during his moody scenes, he is incredibly sweet and attentive, which never fails to make you smile. 'i always support you and that's exactly why i will not let you make decisions when you're this cranky. we should be logical here, babe.'

seokmin pouts and tries to continue pouting but gives up under your insistent lips on his; he ends up smiling, kissing you back sweetly. 'what logic? don't wanna use any logic.'

rolling your eyes, you let him whine, petting his head as he hides his face in your neck. he holds you close to him, finding strength in your support. seokmin's large heart hurts sometimes from caring too much and you are always there to pick it up and fix it again. 'do you want to go somewhere far?' you ask quietly, running your fingers through his hair.

'somewhere far?' seokmin perks up like a puppy. 'just you and me?' at your nod, if possible, he gets even more excited. you can practicallly feel it radiate from him in waves. 'god, yes. yes! anywhere you want, it doesn't matter as long as you're with me.'

you peck his lips, noting how he doesn't seem so sulky anymore. being close enough that he'd feel comfortable to show the real him, whether it's an excited self or moody self - you're grateful for that immensely. 'we'll choose together. but for now, let's think of that thing, yeah? logically.'

he smiles at your emphasis and leans in to kiss you. moody or not, he loves how you always treat him with such gentleness that his heart skips a beat whenever you look at him. 'alright,' seokmin agrees easily, because with you everything is easy. 'whatever you want.'

and he means it. whatever you want, however you like - he's ready to give it all, knowing that you'll be waiting for him on the other side with a small smile, cheering him on even on the darkest days.

a/n: whenever i try to write seokmin i always end having a meltdown, i'm sorry if this is not good guys :( - nini

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[seokka0o]

ɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ 

Goo Gunil ♡ Afab!reader

Synopsis: You fell into his trap. easy, fast, so trying to invent your quick escape seemed like the solution, somehow coming out on top, which causes your first mistake. being so strongly attracted to gunil certainly wouldn't work, you have to imagine that all that hate would go somewhere and it landed you in the seat of gunil's car.

Description: Band!au ; enemies to enemies that fuck :)

Warning: smut; manipulation; fingering, making out, protected sex, masturbation ; car sex ; strength kink

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Author: I suffered, but there's the first chapter. I think the hardest part was actually starting, I kind of didn't know where to go and that left me stuck on this chapter for a long time, so I believe the next ones come out better, I hope at least. About updating each one, I intend to do a cap per month, so I can focus on writing some other things as well.

Prologue | Moodboard

Not fully proofread

To read and understand this chapter, read the previous one

"wait!" you called before the door gave its ultimatum and closed. gunil looked at you over his shoulder, practically cutting you in half, his hands closed into a fist and you sighed deeply. maybe you were feeling too ripped off to quote the part where you were giving in to gunil's antics.

"Do you really think they'll believe you?" you snatched. gunil smiled mischievously and stepped inside, closing the door behind him again.

"I'm not sure... maybe" Gunil shrugged and walked back towards you, stopping again in front of you

“come on y/n, you won't need to try too hard…” gunil brushed your hair, dark eyes towards you, and then the beautiful smile broke out again “just one way on your people and I won't do anything… .well, nothing you don't want me to do ”

gunil had a very specific voice melody , it felt like hypnosis, the worst kind of man by far, you should have known from the start this wasn't going to end well, but it took until the last second, his speech silenced you, you maintained intense eye contact before he cut and trimmed his head on the side of your face, sighing the warm air close to your ears and smiling right away.

"Cat got your tongue?" He whispered bringing a warm shiver to your skin, your eyes fixed on the living room wall and your lips tingling from missing his kiss.

You stammered, not out of fear, but anger mingled inside you and became a bone-shaking, intense tangle. Gunil cast a sideways glance and noticed the tears that were gathering in your eyes and with an utterly boastful air he grabbed you by the chin and made you look into your eyes.

"You're an asshole" you said tearfully, still trying to demonstrate something that would be able to keep the gunil away from you, even if at that point you didn't know if you really wanted him away.

"Yeah, I know that" he replied with a pride stamped on his chest, he demonstrated the kind of person that made you attracted and then he took your lips as if minutes ago he hadn't threatened you in some way. "And you like it" he whispered.

You followed the fine line, you tended to fall into crazy talk easily, but you attest to that when you promptly received his lips, with a certain abstinence, but you accepted it willingly.

The sigh escaped your lips when you felt him using the strength he had to sit you down on the teacher's desk, that was the beginning of your headache, when you murmured as he pulled your lower lips and deepened the kiss in a way solid, grabbing you and squeezing your thigh over your pants.

Your hand traveling on the chest guarded by the tight t-shirt and you proclaimed that you would somehow make that place your fun spot, without thinking about the consequences of it, feeling the pressure of his body on yours firmly, eliciting a considerable moan from your lips.

The sassy hand traveling your spaces, the tongue invading your mouth in a wet, sexy kiss, gunil wanted to ensure your doom before the sun went down, or you even had time to think about the shit he were doing.

The pressure of the touch of the lips changing the measure of his good will; gunil took the necessary time, you felt like it wasn't something that grew just because of the alcohol itself, you could clearly say that you've never felt a kiss like that in your life.

When he felt it was time, gunil guided you to lie down on the table and broke the kiss to run his seals down your neck, making his breath warm over your skin to feel it.

"What's the good, kitten " whispered gunil against your skin and then he stood up to watch you, sly smile on his lips and he goes back to keeping his hands on your thighs, opening them for him little by little, pressing himself in the middle moving your bodie in a harmony of his, his awakened member touching your covered intimacy with such precision it made you roll your eyes "will you cooperate?"

Being too honest, you didn't give a shit, the clouded mind took you out of any condition to take in, the sight of him between your legs made you drip, the need for gunil inside you was overwhelming. Then you thought: "fuck it, he's already lying anyway, with some reason and some pleasure in it"

"I-I will" you stammered, feeling stupid, uncontrollably horny, a cornered animal

"Very well" he smiled again, leaned towards you, leaving a seal on the corner of your lips "see you around"

He whispered leaving you confused and then he left, definitively, your stagnant body only returned to reality when the door slammed deep, leaving you together with your thoughts, and your wet panties. It was something unavoidable to feel, you waited for the heat to subside and twisted your leg before getting ready to go outside.

Coming home was never so torturous in your entire life, nothing seemed to resolve your situation, so you thought a shower would help, wash your soul of all tension and go back to bed and rest. It seemed like it was too much for your body to take in so clearly, you still felt numb, neglected by the sense of the pleasure you'd been denied.

At that moment you were already under the covers, watching a movie trying to distract when you found yourself slipping your hand inside your pajamas. it wasn't all that intentional, you were full of the feel of his hand on your body in such an uncompromising way, and the tension he created didn't seem to match the things that came out of his pert mouth. what was it? you had no idea what you were getting into.

Your head was full of thoughts about him, good or bad you found yourself in continual despair. The moan carefully escaped your lips, you were so wet it was almost deplorable; it was inevitable not to think about the sensation of his covered member touching you, the sensation of the touch of tongues, the message of him descending your body in kisses to your wet intimacy.

There was no need for any visual or auditory stimulus, you had the image of gunil clear in your head, as if he were there to somehow touch you and take away all that despair that wanted to consume your body at any cost.

"Bastard" you whimper, part your lips with your fingers and start exploring. Touching sensitive points before reaching the destination. Your hips moving in tandem with his audacious hand, you moaned once more, remembering the arms adorned and protruding from the gym, clearly remembering the strength he used each time to hold you close, the firmness he used to open your legs for him. Your eyes close and you start circling, moaning in sync, feeling everything tense, you were in a deep rage, the feeling of emptiness grew, your head flooding again, I wish he would have done  the favor of fucking you in that damn room .

You started to circle faster, using your other hand to caress your own body, your back bending in a moment of pure despair and the damn gunil smile being the only thing you could visualize with the arrival of your limit, still an immense void to the end, but still an extreme desire to eliminate the drummer's life.

you didn't know what the hell you could do to get around that situation, even if inside you knew well that Gunil hadn't opened his mouth, the paranoia consumed you at gigantic levels and it's not because you were forbidden to talk about it or anything like that. you only had a problem with wanting to handle everything yourself, it seemed absurd to want to put the board in a situation where you clearly shouldn't be.

The fraternity still seemed reluctant, you presented articles and more articles about why not to close the club and even so they wanted to keep the final decision, for a deadline that was getting shorter and shorter and definitely! that was far from not being your problem, from what it seems Gaon has a beautiful photo of the day of the night that you and Gunil are kissing like a crazy, where supposedly you should already be in charge of the club, a photo that he made it clear that if by chance everything went wrong he was going to do it all under the pretense of informing all the type of harassers you are trying to take advantage of your position by threatening them and the club's security for favors

a pack and motherfuckers who now had a gun over your head

setting up facades on top of facades and so you're the damn band went on a warpath.

the chaotic practices were the worst, you and gunil got into a few arguments throughout the week, the kind of nerves getting heated while the others watched the circus burn with delight, maybe it was too late to back out? no, you could get a big problem with being accused of abuse of power if by chance all this fell apart, so you shut up, you would have to deal with it yourself, there was no point in so much headache, that would have to be resolved as soon as possible.

“It's been quite a week for you, I've barely seen you during breaks” you sighed in agreement and laid down on the cafeteria table, closing your eyes so you could have some mental rest even if it was just for a few seconds.

“The end of the month is near, besides the exams I have to deal with this damn club” you replied to your friend with some disgust, making her laugh poking your arm, calling your attention to drink the coffee you had ordered earlier

“I thought it was going to be easier, because your making out with gunil seemed to pay off” you felt the twinge coming from the back of your neck, you cursed to the winds and picked up your coffee cup, taking a good drink

"don't remind me of that, i hate to say i regret doing things" you muttered in displeasure making your friend laugh

“there are certain evils that come to the good, he shouldn't be so difficult to deal with if you use the right words y/n” she definitely didn't know what she was talking about, not even remotely, the whole situation made you nauseous and you didn't even have the desire to reveal such an atrocity in your friend's presence, is liable to bring the entire campus down and you are trying to maintain subtlety.

“I don't even know how to answer that, the occasion just drives me to despair, I can't let the fraternity close this club for anything on this earth” You finished your coffee, depositing it on the table

“I can try to help in some way and fit them into the closing event of the semester, but you'll need to convince the them to hold the club it until then… I think it can generate a good profit for the campus” you felt like a kind of nanny. it was as if everything in the lives of those blessed boys was now completely their business and that certainly wasn't in the plans. But that it was an idea to consider you wouldn't deny.

“I can see” you replied still lying on the table, keeping your eyes closed for your rest. "I need to go now"

you muttered under your breath getting up from your chair and pulling your backpack, it was time to go to that damn club and face the weirdos for a few more hours, hoping to keep your composure

“good luck” said your friend with a kind smile and you just waved your hand as you walked out of the cafeteria.

making your morbid way through the halls, pondering your attitudes and sighing heavily at the lack of encouragement, when did staying around become life's biggest current problem? maybe you should have stayed home that fateful night, but decided it would be a good idea to open the doors to a life full of adventure and now you had an unfortunate bastard threatening your reputation for nothing, you should have thought twice about considering that one Such a handsome guy would want something with you, because even if gunil says it was just a coincidence, you don't believe it, under those conditions everything should make you doubt it.

when entering the room you didn't look to the side, so you didn't notice who was there, or if there was even someone, you took your destination to your desk and sat down, lying on the table uninterested, a little frustrated in general terms.

you didn't want to have to deal with anything other than your persistent sleep, real life problems didn't need to be solved in your dreams, so you tried to try to get some sleep.

at least you were what I expected

"How rude of you not to say good morning" the drumsticks hit the drum hard, you felt that you were close to your end, maybe it was even a sign that you would finally be collected from this world to be able to have a good rest. But no, it was just Gunil, the damn drummer.

"Why should I if you don't care either?" You didn't look at him, you kept your head on the table and your eyes tightly closed, you felt like you might feel less scared that way.

" why should I care? You're going to be rude anyway, I just expected some minimal politeness at the very least." He objected.

You rolled your to gunil as if he had any right to demand some closeness from you, or to question your character in any way.

Obviously you pondered a lot what you should say at times like this, but nothing that came out of your lips seemed more effective, it was like fighting a wall.

"I don't want to fight with you today" you avoided looking at gunil quite often, the issues of that day seemed to stick in your throat every time "leave me alone for a while"

His drama time distracted your head, gunil was sitting right beside you  when you  jumped at his touch on your hair.

"What's the matter, honey? Are you still sad about that day?" Questioned Gunil, laughing at the not-so-gentle slap you gave over his hand

"No" you objected

"It's not what it seems, you barely challenge me now" gunil countered "I'm offended"

“Gunil, I'm not your kitten for you to be playing around like that” you said at last, without moving.

gunil was silent for a while and then he smiled without saying anything for a short period of time, you for a moment felt that he would have peace, but he was wrong again in an idea where he only did that out of desperation, not out of pure evil.

"Not really, but it's still interesting to see how you react to everything" gunil shrugged, it was an honorable way of demonstrating that at least he teased you that way because he liked it too.

"You're a fucking sadist" you mumbled and then exhaled through your lips. You held the silence without contesting, shrugged your shoulders and then moved your body to stand up "I'm leaving now, I don't want to deal with you for now"

You shouldered your backpack, looking at the gunil below you, with twinkling eyes in your direction and then you smiled in advance, as if he were a mutual friend of yours.

"I hear they are going to allow a new story in the newspaper, please be kind and give good feedback" said gunil one last time, smiling kindly. You cursed in response and quickly made your way outside. You didn't like the feeling of being alone with Gunill, or having to talk to him, even though the goofs in the rest of the club didn't offer you any security, it was better than being alone.

 Outside the room, your legs felt a little wobbly, you had to lean against the wall cautiously and then get some air before walking back out of there, maybe having another coffee to take care of your own club later.

The remaining days lasted too long for your liking, you weren't sure if it was because of any situation you had seen, but some rumors already started to grow, soon towards the end of the day you heard that some people were saying that you used the club to have some privileges with some guys, fuck with them necessarily saying.

You ignored it as far as you could, you didn't want to make a fuss about anything, but the chill in your spine ran in a way that already indicated the end result of this joke, you were confident, little by little you were managing to get around the situation, it could be that they would be accepted for play at the end-of-semester festival, but gunil's recurring fear and hatred wanted to make you trip over your own feet and fuck with everything you were entitled to.

You were in the hallway, near the door of your office, your deep circles said how exhausted you looked. Your friend was talking about the seminar for the next few weeks when he walked by, across the hall, he didn't even hesitate to look at you, but you didn't miss a frame, damn you gunil and your good looks; he looked real when he disappeared down the hall, you gurgled and cut the subject at once

"I'm going, see you later" you said without waiting for answers, questions.

The footsteps became restless, you stomped so hard on the ground you thought you might break the second floor, your eyes glanced catching the last gunil step before disappearing down the hall, it ended in the parking lot, the car whistled and as soon as he put his hand to open it you practically ran to meet him.

"Hey" you said firmly. He glanced at you over his shoulder and smiled as he contemplated who he was dealing with. "We can talk?"

"Sure, but do you want to do it here?" He asked with his hand still on the car doorknob. You looked sideways and shrugged "come in"

He dictated, opening the door and then getting in the car, you stood on the outside, and then he looked at you as if waiting: "Fuck it" you thought before looking around and going around the vehicle, opening the door and getting in at once, feeling the car smell invade your nostrils.

"And then?" He asked

"Y-you haven't been saying anything around right?" You asked "we have an agreement and I'm doing what I can to resolve it"

You didn't want to believe you were being made an idiot of, even though it had been a long time. Even if the neutral expression on his face made you want to die for not being able to predict the answer.

"Me? Not necessarily, but you have to consider that there are six of us, the problem is not just me" gunil smiled, leaning back on the car seat.

"Don't come with that shit now, you have full control over them, just your guidance" you ended up losing a bit of your control in this situation, hated this suggestive form of gunil, as he was always very evasive. It made you want to punch him in the face until you didn't have any remnants of that pretty face to make fun of you anyway, it didn't seem to be anywhere near over and you already felt at your wits end, exhaustion taking everything you had. has, both physically and psychologically.

"Calm down kitten, I already told you, the problem is not just me, do you realize how popular jiseok is? It wouldn't take long to deduce that anyway" he completed, looking at the parking lot in a relaxed way.

"Your lack of concern gets on my nerves" you silently cursed

"But only because I know you'll give your all to save our club," he replied.

"I should throw it all on the fire honestly, you are a bunch of bastards" you shook your head, seeing gunil tilt his head to the side and then lean on the bench you were sitting on.

"Would you have that courage? Now that we were creating a good relationship" he said with a certain authority, deep down you felt that he was trying to make something clear between the lines, almost a way of coercing your exorbitant idea to try to get out of the corner.

"Good for who? Sometimes I think you're seriously crazy" it took you to believe that crazy for too long, now you had about thirty thousand obstacles in your way.

"You need to relax a bit, y/n, I feel bad about the last event" gunil started, his palm landed on your leg in a very comfortable way, as if he was used to practice.

"What are you doing?" You asked and he sighed in a way of shutting you up.

"See?! You're so rude...just like I was saying. I think it wasn't fair the way I treated you, even if it wasn't a big deal it still doesn't seem like the most Courteous way to treat someone" he began a caress Subtly on your thigh, he rose and fell as he kept his eyes on yours, a form of hypnosis that already seemed too repetitive.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about" you got around

"You know, look how nervous your body gets…" he whispered, forcing his fingers against your flesh, making a snarl leave your lips without warning "I'm sorry, should I redeem myself? Did you happen to touch yourself thinking about me? Or slept sad about what happened "

Damn his ability to read your mind, you didn't want to feel guilty but your mind took you back to the night you played with your body thinking about the atrocities he could have done to you and didn't.

"Your silence says a lot my dear, please let's play a little, it wouldn't be any fun if you gave up so soon." He completed, using the hand that was on the bench support to hold your chin, lifting your jaw, you took a deep breath, each time it was as if your senses disappeared and then you fell again, in the warm sensation of his lips touching yours, in an explosion of feelings you murmured returning with the need of a million years.

His hand started to move more intensely and then everything started to heat up. He kisses you passionately, between his lips the taste of lip balm and the coffee he drank every day, the touch of tongues unifying and tumbling excessively, making you mumble and sigh in despair. The palm of his hand sliding towards your inner thigh where he left a strong grip, pulling open and your stubborn moan that came out between the kiss making a smile on Gunil's lips. You can feel and there was no greater anger in your being at that moment.

The car was a little further away in the parking lot, facing the wall, which got rid of your fear a little and certainly that would be your problem since gunil suddenly took the audacity to insert his hand in the pants you were wearing, in a hurry that only he felt, because at that moment he already knew that he shouldn't pass from there, having so many wasted opportunities made him go crazy.

His hand slid gently, you freely allowing access by opening your legs a little more, releasing the access that jeans would not give so easily, with that signal he just continued, entering your intimate piece, right after. Gunil's fingers had a unique feeling of longing, even if in this situation you never knew from intercourse, you were psychologically exhausted by abstinence from touching each other, maybe you more than him, but you couldn't deny that it was a situation that started from both.

You moaned at the touch of his index finger against your entrance, you still weren't exactly wet but he explored anyway, tracing his finger between your lips until he reached your clit, which he began to circle with mercy. You lost the rhythm of the kiss when the nerve was touched, everything in you trembled and you began to moan more consistently, Gunil's other hand went down to the back of your neck and there he held it, keeping you close.

When the air was lacking he released the kiss in a snap, his eyes in an intense glow and you could notice the way his arm made a certain strength to move the fingers inside your pants. You moaned low and released one of the buttons on your pants to relieve the pressure, your body leaned over the car seat and then the waves of pleasure began to emerge.

"It's cute how you get into a string of mistakes, y/n" the clear objective would be for you to avoid fucking or having any kind of contact with them, however it seemed that you were unable to keep your game, gunil had an exceptional lip and you couldn't keep up for long. You lose.

"I hate you" you mumbled, biting your lower lip to contain the noise, your right hand entered your blouse and then you started touching your own breast, trying to relieve of tension and touch yourself a little

"Oh dear, show me, don't be selfish" gunil asked lovingly as he stroked your hair. You gave him a friendly look and then pulled your shirt up, revealing the bare breast which was twisting the nipple, gently "you're so hot"

He growled and without prior notice he penetrated one of his fingers, starting to fingering your  very wet intimacy, even though it was a little uncomfortable there was nothing to do, you pushed yout hips and fucked with his fingers for a while, moaning softly avoiding fuss of people passing by the parking lot and the feeling of the body gradually losing strength.

"Please Gunil, I-I'm almost there" you didn't want to have to be pushed to an extreme without getting what you wanted, the clear objective was to get him inside you as soon as possible and the way he moved his fingers so patiently inside you made you squirm to the core, the force with which you bit your lips almost tearing them to hold back your own orgasm when he finally stopped.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked as he withdrew his fingers from inside you, feeling the texture of your liquid tasting him right after. You growled low and nodded in a desperate act.

"Please…" you begged containing the anger inside you and watched him smile smugly. Gunil lowered the car seat a little and hit his thigh 

"as you wish"

He held the pants up by the drawstring, you could notice the bulge marked by the pants, however watching them pop out made butterflies bubble, your mouth watered at the mention and from the urgency you started to remove your bottoms.

Opening the glove box from inside gunil takes out a condom which he uses. In a short time you turn over on his lap, careful to snuggle both bodies and then he fits over your entrance, a moment of pleasurable pain as you slide down feeling all the volume fill you and there you are, you exchange a kiss. measly eye contact, the eyes bright of empty gunil your body trembles and almost instinctively you bring your hand to cup his jaw.

"Don't look at me with that face" you complained, keeping your body still over his "you've done too much, now at least fuck me properly"

A bold statement like that was like music, gunil let out a genuine laugh in response to your understandable anger, not least because he wasn't going to deny his share of guilt and it just happened to be convenient to use this whole situation to get a good fuck with you. 

When you started riding he came to the aid, he held you by the hip and started to lift, the hot car started to muffle the windows which little by little gave you freedom too, moaning in a still restrained way, but in moments rocking on top of his dick and closely watched everything he could, inside that car he didn't have much freedom but the little that was given to him he used to climb his hip towards your , getting as deep as he could.

You in this out of control state, you were losing track, you wanted more and more while your moans rose in pitch. In a flash you felt the gunil's firm hand touch your neck, cutting off your breath and stopping your promiscuous sounds for him.

"Want to make a fuss? If you're going to act like a slut and swing on my dick, do it in silence" gunil growled, panting, sweat taking over his body and the gym days being put to the test for that whole insane process. You rolled your eyes in pure desire, your insides without any containment, you reached your limit for the first time, but still not feeling that it was enough, you continued to move, now making low sounds, with your hands on gunil's shoulders and his now on your ass, pulling and releasing still aiding in the movements.

The sounds of gunil came straight to your ear, low melodious sighs, nothing too fancy but you've been dreaming about it for so long you felt it on the edge of the abyss, the butterflies in your stomach and his cock punching as deep as it could inside from you, far from being friendly, it was a consensus, you were far from liking each other in any other way.

You felt his body tense below yours, the panting getting louder, Gunil punched harder this time, went up strong thrusts putting the bodies in impact, you ended up reaching your second limit first than him and right after the calm came up, you were huddled over him trying to come to your senses.

"I wish I wasn't in your shoes" gunil laughed, and you with no time for jokes got off him

"Shut the fuck up for God's sake" you said while getting dressed, already realizing your mistake but not regretting it one bit

"are you going?" He asks

"What? Want to take me out to dinner?" You ask as you finish getting dressed

"No thanks" he replied "I hope you are aware of what you just did"

"You won't say anything to anyone, you need me, I just wanted to make sure the sex was good" you dictated, watching him get rid of that disgusting condom and get dressed again

"I expected no less from you" said gunil

"Really, now use this favor as an incentive to keep those imbeciles' mouths shut, I'm going to settle this guild thing" you commented

"It won't come out that cheap you know that right?"

"I know I know, but at least for now do it there, like you said yourself, we have a deal" you pull the car handle and get out, making your way out of that parking lot as fast as possible.

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[legacyshenanigans]

Marvolo x MC 🐍

Suggestive conversations.

She's new to the Den, and not a woman who gives up her body so easily , or so she thinks 💚

As they sit together by the bar, Marvolo is filled with intrigue and desire. It's clear he wants her. His flirtatious comments, the way he's looking at her, the little touches he keeps reaching out for. After some time of enjoying a drink together, he finally makes his move.

Marvolo: You know. If you wanted to explore the back rooms of the Den, I could show you around? *smirks*

MC let out a small chuckle, her own smirk curling onto her lips. It's not that she wasn't interested in him. She definitely was. And she knew it would be so easy for them to find themselves in an intimate situation. But she enjoyed making her men wait. The build-up was a turn-on to her.

MC: Tempting. Though I'll let you know right now. I don't give it up so easy *narrows her eyes and smiles*

Marvolo let out a deep and smooth little laugh as he also narrowed his eyes at her.

Marvolo: Oh I don't expect you to..But I'm definitely up for a challenge if that's what you're throwing down?

MC: *chuckles* What if I said no? What if I told you that you definitely won't be sleeping with me tonight.

Marvolo tilted his head slowly, seemingly studying her for a moment.

Marvolo: You're a tease, aren't you?

MC: Perhaps. *cheeky grin*

Marvolo reached forward, placing a hand on her thigh, before studying her once more. MC looked down at his hand, a small smirk and the faintest of blushes on her cheeks. A sinful smile crept onto Marvolos' lips.

Marvolo: You say that you and I won't end up in the sheets tonight *smirks* and if that really is the case. Then so be it. I can wait.. *naughty grin* I can play your game... Having said that, your body language is giving you away, sweetheart. *narrows his eyes and whispers* I don't think deep down that you truly believe you can resist me tonight.

MC looked up at him, a playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

MC: Interesting..So do you think because I'm flirting and you're making me blush a little means I'm going to let you fuck me?

The tension was clearly building between them. He looked at her like a viper, waiting for its prey. His hand travelled slightly further up her thigh, and she allowed it.

Marvolo: Yes. *charming smile*

MC: Bold. Confident.

Marvolo: You like that.

MC: Do I? *smirks*

Marvolo: Definitely *devilish grin*

His hand travelled even further, now teasing just under her skirt, she shifted a little closing her legs, a slight resistance, which is exactly what he was looking for. MC was enjoying this game, and only really did it to try and make good on her own word that he wouldnt be able to seduce her, but it was becoming more and more difficult as time went on, she giggled. Marvolo narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Marvolo: Do you want me to remove my hand? Say the word, and I will.

"Dammit." She thought to herself, he had her trapped, if she said yes, he'd stop, which she didn't want..But if she said no, he'd win. She didn't speak for a moment. she simply looked at him. He smirked once more.

Marvolo: Don't get quiet now, not when the fun is only just beginning. *chuckles* So answer the question. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want my hand to travel further? Under this skirt. Do you want to feel my fingers rubbing at those damp little panties? *smirks*

MC: And what makes you think they'd be damp?

Marvolo: You're right..I'm making assumptions..*mischievous grin* But I'm 99% sure that they would be.

MC: I guess you won't know, will you? *flirtatious smile*

Marvolo: Won't I? Is that your way of telling me to move my hand?

"Fuck." She thought this time. He was adamant on getting a clear answer to this question. She was falling into his desire. She spread her legs a little once more, reaching down and putting her hand on his, moving it further up her thigh. He'd won. Marvolo gave her a smug grin and let out another quiet but deep chuckle as he moved in closer, whispering in her ear.

Marvolo: I always get what I want.

~

[roonotrue]

Cult of the Lamb: Redemption - Chapter #2 Preview

(Thoughts and opinions are welcome - be nice!)

Guilt - Narinder

Perhaps it was naive of him to think he could tolerate the pain.

Turning over onto his back is a motion that now that he's done, he thought he knew what to expect. But instead, the pain is just as piercing as before.

Still, he's able to push through it.

The idea of using his arms to push himself up, however?

He's tried twice now, and each time, his arms have cramped up, shaking violently as he falls back into place. His wrists are the worst, and he doesn't need to open his eyes to know there's scaring marring the fur around them.

He's sure it looks as awful as it feels.

No. Perhaps it feels worse. He can get over what it looks like, but this pain... He's not sure when it's going to stop. If it ever will.

What he is sure of is that he isn't letting it beat him. He tolerated the pain of his chains and being trapped in place for long enough. He will no longer let the phantoms of his torment hold him down.

Even if it means suffering with every movement he makes.

And damn, does he suffer.

He tries to use his legs, to push himself up and take some weight off his arms, but much to his dismay, his legs are in no better condition. Still, he persists.

His whole body is shaking by the time he shoves himself back up against the wall, in some semblance of a sitting position. He is damn near breathless and wants nothing more than to go back to sleep again and deal with his hunger later.

But he's worked too hard to give up now. Opening his eyes, it is dark in the room, the only light coming from the window to his right. It's just enough sunlight to make his eyes water, so he turns his head to the left.

The mixed meal is on the nightstand just next to the bed, and easily within arm's reach. He takes a long moment to relax before attempting to grab the food.

He's dizzy from his efforts.

He should try to organize his thoughts, but the task seems even more impossible than moving.

He was chained for centuries. Found a Lamb to kill the Bishops- his siblings, and free him. The Lamb kills the Bishops. The Lamb proceeds not tofree him but defeats him instead and steals his crown. They spare his life rather than kill him. Then force him to join their cult as a mere follower.

There is... A lot to unpack there.

Thinking about it all still brings forth an overwhelming surge of emotions that he's still not ready to face.

But what other option does he have? When he was chained, all he could do was boil and fester with rage. Plotting his vengeance, waiting.

Waiting.

Always. Fucking. Waiting.

~~~

Enjoy this preview of chapter #2, it will be out tomorrow on Ao3 at noon, and on Tumblr around 8:30. (I even set an alarm so I won't forget this time!)

[writingsofwesteros]

Otto Hightower x reader. He failed in his plan of Alicent seducing viserys. So he instead seduces yn(viserys eldest daughter and heir) and makes sure they're caught so Viserys has no choice but to let them marry to prevent scandal. Very angry uncle Daemon who offers to kill him for his niece but she stops him cause has started falling for the hand but won't admit it to anyone but Daemon.

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

You were so lonely, you thought to yourself as you played with your fingers. Everyone seemed to have no time for you now. Especially your family. Your mother’s death seemed to push a barrier between everything and nothing could change it. It wasn’t as if you were close with your father or sister beforehand.

You only had your uncle, who had his favourites between you and Rhaenyra. So, truly, you had nobody. You were taunted by those thoughts as you wandered the empty corridors you found yourself in. The soft lavender dress flowed behind you as did those beautiful locks of yours. Your eyes looked to the floor as you walked.

It gave Otto the chance to move into your space. His mind was ever finding new plans to better his house. The little Princess would be enough to secure his house. His heirs would be Princes and if he played it right; one could be King. A slight pinch of sadness rushed through him at the idea of manipulating you but it was gone in a flash.

The hand of the King moved into you whilst you continued to look down. Your bodies softly hit each other. “Oh…Otto..” You babbled out as your eyes widened when you caught sight of him so close. “Princess.” He smiled softly; locking eyes on you as he subtly manoeuvred you against the wall without you realising it.

Your heart raced as you realised how close you were. It was already such a compromising situation. “Was there something wrong?” You asked; your innocent eyes locking onto him from under your lashes. “I just wanted to see you. See if you are well.” Otto began; staying a little too close.

He was intentionally speaking all that you wanted to hear and you didn’t even know. Falling into the spider’s trap easily. “Oh, that’s nice of you.” You whispered mostly to yourself as you chewed on your bottom lip. “You shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night.” Otto softly whispered.

You ducked your head with a soft blush. You knew he was right, especially with the guards stretched at the moment. “Yes, I suppose you are right.” You whispered mostly to yourself once more. Otto tried to hide his smirk; it was something he enjoyed hearing a little too much but he stayed soft for you.

“I could let you off, just this once.” Otto teased and you couldn’t help but giggle. You wondered when you had last laughed. Your smile stayed on your face as you looked up and locked eyes with him. “Thank you.” You whispered to him. His hand moved to take your own before you could realise.

You looked down and wondered when you had last had physical contact. You didn’t realise when you began to play with his fingers so sweetly. Otto tried to keep his composure; but you felt so soft. He wanted more. Otto slowly moved closer and you moved back against the wall some more.

“Otto..” You softly whispered his name out for the first time as you only stared up at him in confusion. You hated how your heart began to race; pounding in your ears enough to distract you. “What are you doing?” Your whispering continued as his hand slowly moved up your arm to cup your face.

“Do you want me to stop?” He whispered, leaning even closer as your eyes could only widen at his words. Did you? You weren’t sure. The attention coming your way was just so addictive. “No.” You softly replied. The lord hand leaned in after you spoke; your lips slowly brushing against each other.

You whimpered, leaning in and taking his soft lips with your own. Your body melts after being starved of touch. He hummed against your lips as he deepened the kiss. Your eyes flashing open when your tongues met. Your first kiss was taken so lovingly as your hand gently moved to the back of his neck.

You moaned and his hand moved up your thigh, bringing your dress up. Your eyes began to flutter shut. His hands continued to tease moans from your lips as you lost yourself in the moment. You didn’t notice the serving girl moving at the side but Otto did. And he deepened the kiss with his hand moving in between your legs.

“Oh…” You softly whimpered and your hand moved to his chest and gently pushed him away. But the damage was already done.

~

“No, nothing happened.” You called back to your father. Worry settling into your very bones. You knew the peace couldn’t last so long. You softly gulped as you locked eyes with Otto. The last week you both only became closer. “I’m sorry. I can’t have people believing this.” Viserys began to explain.

“Father..” You whispered, trying again as you stepped forward. You didn’t notice your uncle’s eyes burrowing into Otto.  “It is decided Y/N. There is nothing else to discuss.” The King ordered. Your eyes sadly followed your father who began to leave the room. You could only gulp at the mess you found yourself in.

Otto locked eyes with you and bowed his head. “I’m sorry, Princess.” He whispered before turning to leave too. You were all alone now. Just you and Daemon. “Princess.” Daemon moved to you; gently taking your hands. “Uncle.” You hummed; shame moving through your body. You hadn’t done anything wrong, you thought to yourself.

“Shh, you are okay.” He hummed and gently cupped your face. He placed a lock of your hair from your face to stare into those pretty eyes of yours. “I could fix this.” Daemon whispered and for a moment you found yourself relaxing. “You could?” Your eyes widened but you found a growing part of you didn’t want this.

“Of course.” Daemon smirked arrogantly and you couldn’t help the soft giggle escaping you. “I could kill him.” Your uncle continued and this time your eyes widened for a different reason. “You can’t.” You softly gasped out. “No..no, I don’t want that.” You began to back away from him. 

His eyes followed you and a flash of confusion moved over his face before he realised. “Oh…you are in love with him.” Daemon muttered and you could only softly gulp. “He’s manipulated you.” Your dragon of an uncle snarled but you only shook your head. “No..I don’t believe that.”

“Y/N…please..” Daemon whispered before a knock on the door interrupted you both. “Come in.” You called out, clasping your hands behind your back. Your face brightened when Otto was the one who entered. A small smile tugged on his lips before his cold eyes moved to Daemon. “Can we be alone?” You looked over to your uncle who after a moment finally nodded his head.

The silence that followed only had your heart racing even more; pounding into your ears as Otto stalked closer. “I apologise for how this turned out.” He lied so prettily and you fell into the trap. “I guess it could be worse.” You whispered mostly to yourself as Otto gently took your hands in his. 

“It could be.” He hummed. A small part of him was glad his original plan had fallen. He now had you and he wasn’t about to let you leave him. “I’m glad this has happened.” Otto whispered; truthfully this time as he slowly leaned in. “Me too.” You chewed on your bottom lip with a soft blush coming over you.

There was no more talking as you leaned in to meet him. Your soft lips moving over him like they had been doing all this week. His hand moved to the back of your neck and brought you closer. Your soft breasts brushing against his chest from the sweet, thin dress you had on.

[sixminutestoriesblog]

pumpkins

Halloween just wouldn't be Halloween without large pumpkins grimacing and grinning at us from steps and railings, glowing from within with a ghastly light as the night falls thick around the neighborhood. The pumpkin jack o' lantern has become almost synonymous with Halloween, from the grinning pumpkin head worn by Ichabod Crane's Headless Horseman to Pillsbury's ready to bake tubes of colored pumpkin faced cookie dough. The pumpkin isn't just for jack o' lanterns either! The second the weather gets the first sharp bite of autumn to it out comes the pumpkin spice everything! Pumpkin coffee, pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie - its not even just for food. Pumpkin candles and tiny decorative pumpkins everywhere! If there is one overwhelming symbol of autumn, at least in most of the Western world, surely it must be the pumpkin. In fact, the pumpkin is so overwhelmingly 'autumn' themed that both Halloween and US Thanksgiving claim it as a vital part of the party.

So would it surprise you to learn that the pumpkin we recognize these days is a North American plant and its autumnal rein of power is fairly new?

Would it surprise you to learn that the jack o' lantern once looked very different than it does today?

(not if you spend time in certain circles of tumblr but we're going to dip in anyway)

Once upon a time, so the Irish story goes, there was a very lazy man called Stingy Jack. If he had only been lazy, this story would be shorter but he was also desperately clever. There are quite a few versions of the story but the basic of it follows a familiar route. Man has done something that either puts him in a spot of trouble with his neighbors or else is just feeling so lazy that he can't even fulfill one of his wants. Either way, the Devil sees an opportunity and shows up, offering to help Jack with his problem. Jack, like most folklore heroes, agrees. The Devil then turns himself into a silver coin, or climbs an apple tree or something of the kind, fulfilling his part of the bargain. Jack, however, has the power of God and anime crosses on his side and proceeds to use them to trap the Devil in his shapeshifted form or up a tree. Jack keeps him there until the Devil agrees to never bother Jack again. The Devil agrees, life goes on for Jack as per normal and one day he dies. He's been a shifty, stingy Jack so Heaven won't take him but now, pride still bruised or promise still in place, neither will Hell. All Jack gets from behind the closed fiery gates is a single thrown coal and the order to 'get lost'. And so, rejected by the afterlife yet still very much dead, Jack must wander the Earth forever, the single glowing coal the only light to guide him where he's put it in a carved vegetable to help light his way. Traditionally, people put out jack o' lanterns each Halloween or Samhain or All Saints/Soul's Day to both ward off evil spirits and to help guide the friendly dead, like wandering Jack, home.

Thing was, this story is older than the European discovery of the New World. Jack and his will o' wisp lantern, and the subsequent 'lanterns' left out by others later on, was a carved turnip.

Yep. That would scare me away too if I saw it left outside someone's house. Anyway, the carved turnip, or other useful tuber, stayed the go-to vegetable when it came to carved jack o' lanterns lighting up the late October nights until the mid 1800s when the Irish Famine drove many to immigrate to the United States. Traditions are adaptable and who would bother with a turnip when there were great, round, bright and easily hollowed out pumpkins right there? In no time at all, the idea of pumpkin jack o' lanterns had spread across the US and bam! A new king of autumnal vegetables was born.

Except the pumpkin is a fruit. A berry in fact.

Yeah, I had to wiki that one too.

The jack o' lantern isn't the only superstition around pumpkins.

In Appalachian tradition, if a cow eats pumpkin seeds it will stop giving milk. Pumpkin seeds are also used to get rid of tape worms in a process that involves fasting, milk and castor oil.

Pumpkins should always be planted on Good Friday for the best results.

Pumpkins are seen as signs of fertility, prosperity and abundance.

and finally, eating a pumpkin stalk will make you foolish (because eating it in the first place wasn't already proof)

[arche0ps-moved]

can you please tell us more about your cool earthbound (or mother in general) headcanons. . . one's already mentioned are so cool I WANNA KNOW!!! ps YOU ARE COOL IN GENERAL TOO!!!!!!!

OHHH MIKE YOU SCAMP .. TWIRLS MY HAIR!! This could be long so. Under the cut !

okay first guy: ness I love ness.

Ness is a trans kid!! he doesn't know the right terminology for any of it but he knows he never felt like a girl. his family all support him ofc, but Tracy got a little sad thinking ness wouldn't play dollhouse with her anymore (he still totally does)

Ness looooves gross stuff. Bugs, mud, bones, etc. Call me autistic the way I study those bugs (<- ness)

oh also he's autistic 👍 very sensitive to loud noises and the cold, and wears almost the same outfit everyday because 1. different outfit everyday is HARD . 2. He likes his outfit!!

his special interest is baseball :)

him and pokey play on the same Onett baseball team and have an unofficial rivalry with the Fourside Fogies . one time they trapped pokey under the bleachers. it was a whole ordeal (hc from soypeople thank you bestie)

ness was their number one player!! until. yk. giygas. after all that he quit going to school and became a shut in for a good while (he'll be okay)

Paula helps teach him the PK moves!! Fire freeze thunder etc etc. In return him and pu teach her how to heal and such (none of them manage to learn starstorm, though ..)

Ness is overall an overly caring kid. he'll often put others before himself, especially in the line of danger. But he can also be very stubborn if he chooses to (if he's angry, he'll most likely give you silent treatment until he simmers down)

Ness and Paula date in the future :]

ok paula now.

Paula is a transgirl!! she knows the terms bc she's a fast learner (with gifted child syndrome)

When she grows up she most likely takes over the Polestar preschool

Funnily enough, her favorite color isn't pink. It's green!

Her parents are a bit overprotective of her .... Ness and her had to practically beg to go fight Giygas

Much like Ness, she cares a lot for her friends. Unable to heal them with her PSI, she resorts to carrying around lots of healing items for her pals! (And wet towels for Jeff, since he overheats easily)

She doesn't mind any temp, but sweat is an unpleasant sensation for her (it's gross, it smells, and ew, it's wet! Jeff shares the same sentiment)

She isn't a damsel in distress, obviously. She probably would've beaten up Montoli and Carpainter all on her own if she didn't have the brain to accompany her (though, an hour longer in the cage at Happy Happy and she probably would've started a fire ..)

OK JEFF TIME I LOVE JEFF :) copy pasting some jeff-tony hcs from my personal discord teehee

When Jeff couldn't stand in class Tony would take his assignments to the teacher when they both finished (albeit a bit later as Tony took more time on his)

Tony signs the end of the Y in name with a small heart when writing Jeff. Jeff was oblivious to it's meaning till he got older

Tony will sometimes break stuff on purpose when Jeff has nothing to tinker. Just little things that they won't miss if Jeff can't fix them (he always fixes them)

Jeff shares what he doesn't eat with Tony (tony has a bit appetite!)

Jeff carries Tony's bag in his lap when in his chair

Neither of them use air fresheners or perfumes. It irritates Jeff's nose and Tony has asthma. Win!

They don't have the same taste in music but like to listen to each other's music when working in their dorm. They take turns putting in tapes

Jeff prefers classical music .. Tony calls him old for it (it's endearing. He's memorized Jeff's favorite artists)

Jeff falls asleep in class a lot .. tony makes sure to write plenty of notes if he does

Non Tony related ones:

Jeff is autistic! And physically disabled. His legs were injured in the novels boat incident, so he uses a cane(or crutches) and a wheelchair depending on how well he feels

He doesn't like being babied or carried around much, but if it's necessary he'll allow someone to lift him (mostly ness or tony)

Distant relationship with his dad obviously. It gets a bit better but they never get as close as they could

Jeff modifies his chair to have rockets on them. Because it's fun!

Even after getting his prosthetics he'll still use the chair whenever he feels tired

As stated in my fic he hates the heat so so much. He'd rather run around in the snow butt naked than spend a minute at the beach

Okay that's enough Jeff sorry for the favoritism <3 pu time!!

I spell his name as Pu thanks to mysthlarey (thank u bestie)

Probably very stressed. It's hard being the newest king and also 14

His hair is shaved on the sides and tied into a long braid. No reason behind it he just likes it that way tbh

Despite his resting-mean-boy face, he's super sweet under that Princely attitude! (He's got a lot on his shoulders, it's hard to relax)

Much like in game he's very . Uh. Physcially weak. Most people don't expect that because of his "fighter" look, so they don't usually mess with him

He's a picky eater bc of sensory issues. What do you MEAN you guys can eat rice? Yuck! (It tastes fine, but the feeling is .. bad. very bad)

Water enthusiast :) often the one to remind Ness (water hater) to drink some water

Tallest of the group (sorry jeff)

Funnily enough he doesn't grow once he hits his current height. Sooner or later Paula matches him in height and he finds it p funny

Uses his future kingly status to mess around with his friends. (Ex: DEAR NESS. THIS IS THE KING OF DALAAM. COME OKAY WORLD OF WARCRAFT WITH ME OR ELSE I WILL START A WAR WITH EAGLELAND. signed ur bestie xoxoxox :) )

bonus time oh goodness oh me oh my! Random character's!

Tracy uses she/they

Picky uses he/they. they match!

Picky loooves spiders (<- he doesn't know about pokey)

Tony's family actually live in Scaraba- they sent him off to Winters since it has the best school in the 3 major continents (he was eligible, so why not take the chance!)

Pokey and Ness liked to draw comics together :) they're probably super cringey now

Picky, Tracy, Ness, and Pokey all used to walk to school together. Sometimes pokey had to carry picky since he was half asleep

Ness doesn't actually eat trash burgers okay it was ONE TIME you can STOP BRINGING IT UP POKEY

pokey needs glasses due to his bangs fucking up his vision. will he ever get them? probably not

aloysius minch is bisexual. win I guess

[cosmetichorror]

(Crawls out from under your bed)

Hey (with charisma)

I’m writing again, here’s some WIPS/finished projects

— GHOSTING rewrite, LU, Wind and Wild centric chapter

Wild sighs and pulls his knees up to his chest. With every aching day he can feel his body fading away, and it's painful in more sense than one. Death is a prospect he tries to avoid in what's left of his life. After all- he's only half dead. The idea of being fully dead makes his chest feel tight, as if death himself had grabbed hold of his lungs and began to squeeze with his boney fingers.

He lets his head fall atop his knees as he tries to change the subject at hand. He won't disappear soon– right? Of course, the what if still lingers in the back of his mind. What if he disappears in the middle of the night? What then? What will the others think?

A groan falls out of his mouth as he falls back onto the grass and spreads his arms out, staring up at the evening sky. The sunset is rather soothing this evening. And as the clouds float ahead he fruitlessly reaches his arms up to the sky as if to grab hold of one, his eyes illuminated with a slight glaze. He feels timeless in this moment, until a small, shaky voice called out to him,

“...Champion?”

And he could have sworn what's left of his soul left his very body as he jolts up, yanking his head towards the source of the voice, his eyes falling immediately on Wind. The sailor looks conflicted, as if hurt but not entirely surprised.

“You’re a ghost,” He said as if he knew it was a fact. “I had a suspicion, I just wish it wasn’t true.”

“…” Wild seems to ponder what to say at first, before sighing with a simple “Yeah.”, as he wasn’t sure what else to say. There certainly was no denying it— Wind may be young but he is no fool.

—

I don’t think I’ll ever forget (I wish I was like you) Purah centric, descriptions of dead body and insides falling out + gross death stuff and loss of faith

When we removed his shirt, I almost passed out. His skin peeled up easily along with the shirt with a sickening sound. His muscles and tendons were melted and barely held his skin together. His chest overall was a mess of blood, bone and guts. His skin was charred black in some places, peeling up in others with chunks missing to where we could see his innards. Before then I had never seen someone’s guts sticking out, but I suppose everything changes. We quickly removed the rest of his clothes and put him in the tub. As soon as he was in there, it started to fill with a thick liquid of sorts. It was a vibrant blue, and was thicker than water. We watched as it filled up past his face and overtook him completely. Robbie ushered me to put the slate on the pedestal so he’d have a way to get out if– when he awoke. As we ran out before the doors shut on us, Robbie pulled out his bow and some bomb arrows he had been saving, and shot at the stairs as we ran up. I stood outside and yelled at him to hurry up, but he said he wouldn't leave until the stairs were gone. He wanted to make sure if anything broke into the shrine, they couldn’t reach him. As soon as the stairs were nothing more than a pile of rubble, he ran out just in time to miss getting trapped. But we had one last thing to do.

As we ran back down off the plateau, Robbie planted bomb arrows at every crack and weak point, ushering me to do the same. When we ran out of bomb arrows about half way down, we started improvising with fire chuchu jelly, and taking what we could find from corpses nearby.

When Robbie set ablaze those bombs, the stairs came crashing down in a mess of smoke and debris, but it was done.

As soon as our job was done, I fell to my knees and puked. Robbie had started crying, and he took off his goggles for the first time in a while. I think we both sat on the ground (away from my vomit) and sobbed for ages. We were exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and covered in blood, most of which wasn't ours. I think on the way back to kakiriko I had thrown up three more times.

We had only spent a few days in Kakiriko before we went our separate ways. I’ll never forget the feeling of leaving the most important people in my life.

If Hylia is real, we’re her joke book. I wonder if she’s laughing down at me right now, and I hate her. If she’s real, she’s a monster as bad as the calamity. I’m cursed to live with this blight inside my mind, I fear I’ll never be me again. Maybe Hylia is dead, and soon we all will join her as well. And when the stars call my name maybe I can rest knowing I did my best, but I don't think I’ll ever forget again. When I close my eyes I see the horrors, and when I speak all that comes out is a mumble. All I can do anymore is focus on my work, but it’s not the same. In truth I’d rather be dead than live knowing things may not get better.

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Okay I actually write those requests I got now lol