#so yeah i needed to explore Darling’s personality more so here we go

[ballpit-bakery]

I LOVE WOMEN🤍🤍🤍

[silenttrxxs]

Choi Brothers x Reader

And… we’re back… i will note that this will and is more based towards Choi San x reader than Choi Jongho x reader.. please let me know if you want any one shots or anything based with jongho or any other members.

You never really thought about the sheer fact that anything other than bug, animals and humans existed in the world but now your stood here, completely frozen on the spot with two vampires, baring their fangs at you and smirking.

“Think she believes us yet or do we need to show her more” san says laughing, a hint of mischief in his voice.

Jongho smiled a giggle leaving his mouth at the words. “Sure a little fun wouldn’t hurt would it” he says his eyes changing to a deep red before edging closer to you.

“Hey darling are you going to just stand there huh?” Jongho says trying to rise you from the trance they held you in.

“Jongho… I didn’t think you had it in you anymore, i thought all this vegetarianism from you was making you weak” San says shedding himself from the constraints of his jacket. His eyes darkening and his gaze locked on yours as you slowly come around to your senses the fear creeping through your body as you watched the two men coming towards you.

“God do you smell that she smells so sweet doesn’t she?” San says towering above you and inhaling the scent around you.

“I dont like it personally san you know this.. but each to their own” Jongho says laughing a little and holding your body.

“I wouldn’t mind a taste but that would break every rule i have ever set out in front of me for the past god knows how long” Jongho says leaning into you neck and inhaling the scent.

Before he let himself loose control he stood back. A deep sigh leaving his body before turning to San.

“Im going out i cant allow it take over you know this ill be with Yeosang if you need me” Jongho says grabbing his coat and leaving the house.

“Yeah yeah i know where you’ll be have fun” San says waving him off and turning his gaze back to you. His hands coming to caress the sides of your body.

Now it was just the two of you the aura of the room changed considerably. The room felt warm, too warm in fact you had no idea if it was the fact that since laying eyes on San or the fact that you was now pushed onto the couch, your body covered with him. The way that you feel shouldn’t be right, it was told in old mythology tales that humans and vampires should never intertwine but the feeling of him above you was too much, the universe clearly had plans for you and seeing the way his eyes glistened in the light from the fire sent shivers down your spine.

“God i could just devour you whole right now but i like to play with my food” San says a smirk splayed across his face before capturing your lips with his.

You felt the world slow, the way your mouths explored each other was something that you have never felt before, you found your hands wrapped around the back of his head trying to ensure that your stayed in this very moment. The skin below your fingertips cold to the touch, you was always told that vampires were cold blooded and all the other things these books come out with but you now was here with a perfect specimen to confirm those facts.

“Enjoying yourself there darlin” San says looking down at you as you slid your hands down his chest before landing at the hem of his shirt, watching the action san smirked pulling the clothing above his head and throwing it onto the floor. His hands gripping your wrists and guiding them down his body tracing each curve of his abs, your fingers bringing a new sense of warmth to him that he has never felt before. “Like what you see huh?” He says his voice hitching a little at the feeling before looking down to take in your gaze.

You let your eyes wander, taking in every single detail of his body, from the curves of his toned body to the scars dotted along his body, the moles that covered his body. He was truly beautiful, that’s the only word you could form in your dazed mind.

“G-god your beautiful san” You breathed out before leaning up to pull him closer your lips capturing his in a heated kiss, you felt the familiar feeling of arousal pooling between you both, the room filled with breathless gasps and moans as you melded together. San pulled away taking a moment to capture his breath before moving you both, settling to place you on his lap, a hand slipping into the hair at the base of your neck. Your hands gripping onto the back of the couch as you settled your hips down onto him, you tried to ignore the way you felt his bulge brushing against your aching core. Noticing the way your breath hitched san let out a giggle his hand gripping onto your hair a little tighter as he pulled you closer his other hand finding solace on your hip as he leaned into your neck. “So fucking sweet baby” he breathed out before inhaling your scent again and closing his lips around your pulse point. His hands carefully caressing your body sliding up the soft supple skin of your back your shirt riding up as he took the clothing from your body throwing it onto the floor. you took a moment to compose yourself the air thick between you both. Your gaze locking with Sans as you lifted yourself up a little, you hands splayed across his chest as you took in the sight below you, his eyes blown out from the sheer arousal, the slight glint of red poking through which you could only decipher as hunger. “Is someone hungry” You ask smirking a little as you move your hips slightly, testing the reaction. A deep growl reverberating through the room as he picked you up throwing your body over his shoulder as he took you to his room.

He kicked the door as he entered, walking straight to the bed and throwing your body onto the silk sheets. A smug giggle leaving his body as you watched his every move, his hands skilfully taking the remaining clothes from his body as he walked towards you. Gripping onto your clothes ripping the fabric as he stripped you bare, your clothes finding their way landing with a thud on the floor. Your breath caught in your throat as slight wines leave your throat. His body now towered over yours, his lips finding the most sensitive parts of your body as his hands skilfully applied pressure to the places that drove you crazy.

“God you have no idea how much I’ve craved you since the moment i laid eyes on you” San breathed out before applying pressure to your core, the noise that ripped through your throat was music to his ears. “So pretty keep making those noises for me baby” He says as his fingers find the sensitive bundle of nerves, your back arching into his touch as he giggled, finding his fingers plunging into your hole before you could utter another sound. The breath catching in your throat once more as he delved deep inside you. Your body was electric the way his hands splayed across your body, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pumped his fingers inside you at a brutal pace.

“So fucking tight baby” He breathes out as his grip on your throat tightens at the same time your core clenches around his fingers.

“Thats it show me how badly you want it my love” He says his voice dripping with lust as he continues to bring you closer to the tidal wave that was overwhelming every single sense in your body. Your body reacting to his every touch with a wave of energy that was new to you, he had your body under his complete control. The intense wave barrelling through your body as you rolled your eyes back welcoming the warmth flooding your body as you let go, coating his fingers and arm with your juices.

“Good girl” he breathes out taking his fingers from your core, lifting them to his lips as he tastes you, his eyes glistening with a dark lustful hunger.

His body towering over yours as he moves your body your legs spread apart welcoming him between them as he looks down between you both, lining his cock to your pulsing heat. Breathing deeply as he sinks his length into your core, stilling for a moment as you hiss at the feeling, before picking up a pace that had the bed screeching beneath you both, the sheets now tangled in your grip as he thrusted into you. The room was filled with lewd noises the pair of you letting breathless moans and whines leave you body as you chased the familiar wave together.

“Fuck y-yes oh my god dont fucking stop” you whine out as your hand flies to sans neck, gripping onto his throat and squeezing as your walls clenched around his length, your body moulded together as you met his movements.

“F-fuck” he breathed out before gripping your wrist and pinning it to the bed below you his thrusts picking up in speed and force as he leant down sinking his teeth into your neck, piercing the skin a little, the deep red liquid flooding his tongue as he lapped up the taste, a deep growl forced out as he licked the wound and spilled inside you. “fuck you taste so good” he breathed out as he watched your limp form below him, he groaned as he pulled his softened cock from your walls and your body reacting as you clenched around nothing.

“stay there ill be right back” he murmurs before disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a warm towel and a set of clothes.

“S-stay still let me take care of you” he says before wiping your body gently, your gaze rolling his every move before landing on his face.

“T-thank you” you breathe out as he dresses you, a satisfied smile on his lips as he takes a look at you.

“You look good in my clothes” he says as he pulls a pair of grey sweatpants over himself and climbs into the bed with you.

“You can stay with me if you like” he breathes out as he pulls you closer to him allowing himself to rest a little with your warmth covering his cold body.

[yourneighbourhoodtraumatisedkids]

You've done favorite music and fanfics... what's your favorite fan arts???

Okay, it seems like it’s favourite fanart this time! Not everyone could make it, but five people could, so we’re trying our best here!

*Clotpole and Hairdo Guy fixing the camera while Dark Raven goes through the script.*

Dark Raven: It says that it’s Claire this time on the list.

Clotpole: Yeah, I can’t deal with Toby anymore. He’s being an ass.

Hairdo Guy: *cracks knuckles* Need me to go talk to him?

Clotpole: Not unless you want a murderous time traveller on your heels. I can possibly get away with it, but don’t for even one second do you think you can get away with it, bitch.

Hairdo Guy: *flings hair* Who are you calling bitch here, darling?

Dark Raven: Hairdo, love you and all, but… no. Just no. 

Hairdo Guy: Fine. Get the first person on here so we can get shit over and done with.

Clotpole: *clears throat* CLAIRE, YOU’RE UP!

*Claire enters the room, grinning as she sits down on the first chair set up in a semicircle.*

Dark Raven: Hey, C-Bomb. If you don’t mind me asking, what is… your favourite fanart?

Claire: This one https://www.tumblr.com/inecole/649990950312181760/best-girl-some-more-of-my-weird-sense-of?source=share by @inecole. I really just like their type of style when drawing me, and typically, I’ve always been drawn to that sort of style.

Dark Raven: *glances at Clotpole* Yeah, no, we’re always going to be starting with her in the future, Boss.

Clotpole: Yeah, I’m going to have to agree with you there. NEXT!

*Douxie walks into the room, and sits down next to Claire*

Douxie: Ladies, my dear sir.

Clotpole: Okay, Douxie, none of the posh nonsense until after we get to cut the shooting.  Tell us, favourite fanart?

Douxie: Has to be this one: https://www.tumblr.com/honeyxmonkey/726948737517322240/more-of-him-douxies-hair-getting-long-in-the?source=share by @honeyxmonkey. I want my long hair back sometimes, and this piece of fanart certainly proves how much I need it.

Claire: *giggles* You’d look good with long hair.

Hairdo Guy: But my hair will always look better.

Dark Raven: Dude, we get it- your hair is amazing, it floats, and it likes whipping my boyfriend in the face. Speaking of which… where is Dollophead?

Clotpole: *blushes* Nowhere.

Dark Raven: I’m guessing it’s a secret, right?

Clotpole: You guessed it, sister!

Dark Raven: Well, as long as Lance and him don’t break into a museum again, I say we’re safe.

Clotpole: That wasn’t Dollophead, that was Lance, KK and Hairdo Guy.

Dark Raven: He was on video call with them. I was there.

Douxie: Wait, Hairdo Guy, Lance and KK broke into a museum?!?!

Claire: I mean, so did Jim and Toby. Nothing new to me.

Clotpole: Guys, I spent effort writing this script and we’re going off track already. And we need to get this posted by Tuesday at the latest we can! So let’s hurry up, okay?! NEXT!

*Mary walks in and sits down, before swinging her legs into Douxie’s lap*

Mary: I am so done with this room- I swear it doesn’t do our asks any justice.

Hairdo Guy: *shrugs* None can do, m’lady. You’re just going to have to do with it. Anyway, favourite fanart?

Mary: You’re not Chat Noir, so don’t call me, m’lady. Anyway, my favourite fan art has to be… https://www.tumblr.com/avirxy/701584713464283136/the-chaos-that-would-unfold-if-theyd-all-been?source=share by @avirxy. Way too good. I honestly just fell in love with this meme draw.

Clotpole: Avirxy and Honey have really been getting our attention lately, but then again, they’re both way too good at what they do. Oi, Dark Raven, did you see that one ask I sent Avirxy of a possessed Jimgana from her angsty art meme?

Dark Raven: Oh yeah… that one you sent me- I remember that one. There’s like a world of wonder to explore with a possessed Jim, but there’s even more to explore when it’s Jim and Morgana as a romantic pairing-

Claire: NO WAY!

Clotpole: Okay, moving on! Dark Raven, please for the love of god don’t say that again- it’s Jlaire forever and Ajim at the maximum for my wondering ass to bear as a multishipper-

Hairdo Guy: And then there’s Jeves-

Clotpole: That’s our secret, you idiot-

Douxie: I can’t believe I’m saying this but FOR THE LOVE OF MASTER MERLIN, NEXT!

*Toby enters, wearing sunglasses*

Toby: Hello, beautiful world!

Clotpole: Did someone give him tequila?

Hairdo Guy: Is that really your first reaction to Toby wearing sunglasses?!?!?!

Clotpole: Shut up, man. Anyway, Toby, what is your favourite piece of fanart?

Toby: *sits down* This awesome piece: https://www.tumblr.com/jae-in-a-trenchcoat/730304134181470208/this-tag-absolutely-took-me-out?source=share by @jae-in-a-trenchcoat. Love your work, Jae! It was super random when I found it, but the look on Douxie’s face was so worth it.

Douxie: What do you mean?

Toby: Not now, dude. I’ll show you later.

Clotpole: *rolls eyes* Someone definitely gave him tequila- or something spiked with it. Anyway, final person, YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!

*Jim walks into the room, smiling*

Jim: Hey, guys!

*Jim sits down, and leans back into chair*

Dark Raven: What’s got you so cheery?

Jim: Nothing really. What’s the question today?

Clotpole: Favourite fanart?

Jim: Anything Percy Jackson.

Hairdo Guy: *facepalms*

Clotpole: Dude, we know you’re obsessed with Percy Jackson. We mean anything in the TOA side of things.

Jim: Wait… Trials of Apollo?

Clotpole: NO JIM, WE MEAN TALES OF ARCADIA, GODDAMMIT!

Dark Raven: Jim, just say it, dude. We’re going off script, and Clotpole needs a nap.

Jim: Then… anything by @bluheaven-adw. Love all her art.

Clotpole: *nods* Okay, I’m out of here. Claire, create me a shadow portal back to my house.

*Claire creates a shadow portal and Clotpole jumps into it, before it closes. Everyone looks at the camera.*

Mary: If you have any questions, hit that ask button, I guess.

Douxie: And give us a follow for more content!

*Claire hides her head in her hands*

Claire: Dios mio, we sound like a Youtube channel at this point.

*Jim turns to look at his girlfriend with a raised eyebrow*

Jim: We’re worse than that. We’re a Tumblr account with no sense of self preservation.

Toby: That’s just you, Jimbo. I say we get Discord and Twitter.

Everyone else apart from Douxie and Hairdo Guy: NO TOBY!

Douxie: I say we give at least Discord a shot.

Hairdo Guy: I’m up for anything, honestly.

*Suddenly, the lights switch off, and electricity crackles. Dark Raven sighs*

Mary: I think that was Clotpole saying no.

*Electricity crackles again.*

Jim: And that was her threatening us with a fate worse than death if we do any sketchy shit.

Dark Raven: And that's why we don't talk about Twitter out of all the things you could, Toby.

*camera cuts to black*

[fraugwinska]

Chapter 14 - Anachronism

Anachronism (noun) 1. a person, thing, or idea that exists out of its time in history, especially one that happened or existed later than the period being shown

Tags & Warnings: Depressive thoughts, Violence, Murder

Day 1

“I see, okay, cool cool cool... But - when will you be back?” The princess asked, her hair still frazzled from the night. Granted, he had woken her up, but really, as the founder and owner of the Hazbin Hotel, she shouldn't sleep in like that – 6 a.m. wasn't that early when you had business to attend.

“Ah, well, my dear, that's the tricky part – I can't say for sure. Could be a day, could be a week – but there's something urgent that needs to be dealt with. So I regrettably cannot postpone this leave of absence.”

“Hold on, shithead.”, Vaggies voice penetrated his ears, rough and deeper than usual. She joined Charlie at the door, and Alastor smirked at the chagrin in her face. “You're supposed to help the hotel. You have obligations here, as much as I hate it, but we don't run on well wishes.”

Alastor tutted at her, his smile never fading. “Well, what better time to make use of our darling (Y/n)? That's what assistants are for, won't you agree? She is more than capable of taking over my workload until I return.”

Vaggie snarled at him, but Charlie put her hand on her shoulder, watching Alastor with a worrisome expression. “Well, I suppose she could, but even so, what about safety? Alastor, if the hotel is in trouble we are...”

“...not without protection. I'll know when things get out of control here, and shall return if my assistance is needed. Does that sound fair?”

The princess and her pet exchanged looks, he could practically hear their wheels turning. Aggravating, those two. He tapped his foot, impatiently.

“Okay then... well, yeah. I guess that works for...”, the blonde girl said at last, slowly and with a lingering hesitancy, but it was enough for him.

“Wonderful, now, I'll take my leave, let you ladies freshen up in peace. Ta-ta!”

He didn't give them time for a retort, his urgency driving him to travel with his shadows rather than by foot. He needed to get away, the sooner the better.

He needed to get a grip.

And that wasn't going to happen around her.

He only stopped when he felt the freezing air of the outskirts of the pride ring. Shadow travel was fast, insanely fast, but traveling this far exhausted even him. When he finally materialized, he was greeted by the peaceful darkness of the void.

The void.

The great nothingness.

Alastor's first memories of hell started with the void, the constant, roaring humm that filled the air after he fell. He didn't know why he returned to the very place he'd begun his afterlife, but he had learned to not question his instincts. At least until some time ago. He stared at the ever growing darkness and felt the pull. No sinner or hellborn had managed to venture into the void, the barrier around the seven rings of hell. Alastor was sure it wasn't possible either way, but his first day in hell were spent listening to it's call while he reformed his body and explored the new, wide set limits of his power. This place felt like an old friend, a retreat where he could clear his mind and level himself, just like the day he died and woke up here.

Alastor had always prided himself to be one of the rare few sinners who landed at the void. Normally, as he learned through his decades in hell, sinners would fall close to bigger cities, near civilization, closer to their peers. He knew that Zestial, one of the more ancient overlords and acquaintance of his also fell at the outskirts of the ring. He normally hated sharing a trait he deemed special, but he respected Zestial too much to be offended.

Now he had time and space to really think. The hotel was too full, full of noisy occupants, full of pestering ears, full of her scent and her confusing energy. He had stayed all through the night, hypnotized by the radiation of her energy she still emitted, even in slumber. And he had struggled, more than he had anticipated, to peel himself from her room came morning, to detach his gaze from her sleeping face, with that unholy smile that he was sole owner of still on slightly parted lips.

The void called him, and he greedily listened to it, using the sounds of the emptiness to calm his accelerating beating heart.

Day 2

He hated that he felt. He hated the fragility of them, their infuriatingly weakening effects they had on the mind. His back started to hurt, so he conjured himself a seat, a round and soft one.

There were feelings he accepted, even welcomed. Joy, for example, in the right context and circumstances, was a rather gratifying feeling he often embraced when he slaughtered his victims. Or danced to a good tune, which happened less than the other. Anger, controlled and in moderation was also useful.

But then there were the crippling ones he detested. Sadness was one of them. He despised the way it made the chest hurt and the mood sink, how it made him long for past days, the days where his mother was alive. But that was something he had always been able to control, trained himself to masterfully surpress to the point where he didn't even have to try.

And the new one he couldn't get a hold on. That strange, new feeling that left him weak, confused and vulnerable, started by a mere touch of gray skin.

Desire. For the first time in his life he felt the need to want somebody . He wanted , and that want drove him to actions he wasn't used to, and the more he got, the more he desired, an endless circle, a cycle he was trapped in. Desire was an abhorrent child of love. Ha. Love. The only love he had ever needed died just months before he became of age. Never again did he feel something like it, nor did he want to. Love was a liability. It easily, naively opened doors that should better remain locked for not to fall prey to predators. And Alastor surely wasn't prey .

But now, there it was. Desire. Infecting him like a common, disgusting virus with no antidote. He desired her. He had to make this conclusion, as much as he wanted to deny it. He just didn't know if he desired her power, or something more.

Day 3

Alastor was hungry. But no food would satiate this feeling of craving. He craved her. No. No, he reminded himself. That was preposterous. He didn't crave her, he hungered for her energy. That one, tiny taste of her power had left him wanting more, had him addicted like the most potent drug. His shadows felt the yearning too, they were restless and swirled agitated around him. Especially one. He had Ozul bound, and his shade let him know how much he hated it. Relentlessly he tugged and pulled and twisted himself, but he knew without Alastor's permission, he wasn't going anywhere. He had become bold, that one. Which was truly unfortunate, since he was the oldest of his shadow companions. The original specter.

He hasn't slept at all. The coolness a refreshing chance from the heat of the city and settling down in his bones. Still, he had yet to have a revelation – his mind fought with him. Hunger fought with him. A longing he needed to be for power, and not... trivialities. Another strong tug made him growl.

“Stop it this instant, you fool.”

Ozul hissed at him. He hissed. Alastor's fury was instant and intense as he forced him back with a yank. It whined and struggled against his grasp.

“m̵̳͋̀ĩ̷̻s̸̡̻͊͘s̵̝̏ ̵̤̻͋̌g̴̢͍͐e̸͎̿̎m̴̖̆.̶̨̅̿ ̸̟̩́̉w̸̬̏à̷̼̎n̸̡͉̈́͝t̷̫̟̂͝ ̷͔͎̄̿t̷̥͑ơ̸̡ ̸̺̤́s̸̛͚͖è̷̳̯͑è̶͖͎ ̸͙̭̀g̴̠͖͌ė̷͈̯m̶̭̭͑.̷̦̐” (miss gem. want to see gem)

“You are acting like an insolent child.”

“y̷̼̓o̸̮̎u̸̯̺͂͂ ̴̘̠̃̎m̸̘͕̅ḭ̴̺̎s̸͚̙̐s̷̬͊ ̷͍͕̈g̴̦̑̊e̴̼̣̽m̶̙̺͑̽.̵̳̿ ̴͙͐̓y̷̢͕̏o̶̲̮͝ủ̴̝ ̵͛̀͜m̴̮̖̐e̴͉̋ ̸̝͇̉̂s̵̠̄ǎ̸̞͕̏m̴̲̪̍̽ȇ̷̛ͅ” (you miss gem. you me same.)

His antlers sprouted like weed as his body exploded with crushing cracks and hurtful rips. The other shadows roared in pain and anxiety, swirling around the feet of their master.

“ɨ ɖօռ'ȶ ʍɨֆֆ ǟռʏȶɦɨռɢ, ɨ ǟʍ ʏօʊʀ ʍǟֆȶɛʀ ʏօʊ աօʀȶɦʟɛֆֆ, աɛǟӄ, ɖɨֆօɮɛɖɨɛռȶ...”(I DON'T MISS ANYTHING; I AM YOUR MASTER YOU WORTHLESS; WEAK; DISOBEDIENT...)

In his rage, he slashed at his own shadow, tearing the ground with every word he spat. Ozul dodged his claws, his teal maw and eyes glowing brightly at him in a grimace of pity. He didn't miss that woman. She was nothing more than a servant. Just another soul he owned. A chip in the long game. A tool to be used. To be exploited. Disposable.

His clawing stopped, his arms heavy and aching. Ozul stared at him, and he stared back.

Disposable.

That word tasted sour and rancid on his tongue. He took heavy breaths, taking in the stinging pain of his elongated limbs that he grew far too quickly.

Disposable.

What would he do if he harnessed her power and she would vanish? Her spirit broken? Her will cease to exist? Why does it even matter? Why does he care? Does he care? Ozul slithered to him, slowly, carefully. Alastor let him creep up his arm and onto his shoulders. He closed his eyes and let visions of Ozul play on his mind. He saw her, dutifully reading what he provided her, sighing now and again. He saw her watching out the window, waving him goodbye as he left his mansion for some errand. He saw her at his doorstep in the middle of the night, a cup of warm milk in hand meant for him. He saw her cold, disgusted glare at Vox's incredulous remarks about him. He saw her hand on his cheek, golden eyes fixed on his as she managed to snap him out of his transformation.

Disposable.

What a wretched word.

Day 4

For the first time since being the radio demon, Alastor truly felt cold. The edges of hell lacked the heat humans so foolishly attributed to the place of eternal damnation. Not that hell wasn't warm. It had it's seasons, and temperatures rarely fell so much as to truly give it's inhabitants a chill.

But he felt freezing. He had thought it would be comforting. Alastor was always warm, like an old cathedral radio that ran for too long, emitting a steady heat, whether he was wearing a coat, a shirt, or nothing at all. But the cold had crept into his innermost being, numbing his body to the point where it hurt to move. But it did not numb his mind. The hum of the void felt no longer serene, but noisy and disturbing. He stared into the void for hours without finishing a thought before the next one began. He felt trapped in his own train of thoughts. A prisoner of his feelings he didn't want. He felt he was failing to manage himself like he used to. And most of all, Alastor felt lonely.

His legs cracked from lack of usage as he stood up. Rosie. He needed to see Rosie. He couldn't be seen like this, by anyone, so he shadowtraveled again, his unstable state making him stumble into a shelf in Rosie's backrooms. He pulled himself upright and sent a shade to get her. Mere seconds later, she was storming through the door.

“What in the world?! Alastor, what happened? You are cold as ice!”

The demoness caught him by his arms, holding his deteriorated form upright.

“I need your help, my friend.”

Rosie only nodded, guiding him to the nearest chair.

“Of course, my dear.”

Day 5

Alastor slept for more than 16 hours. A testament of his friendship with Rosie, that he was able to leave himself this vilnerable in her care. His sleep, however, had been haunted, blurring the lines between reality and fiction, depicting scenes of his life and intertwining them with mementos of her, phasing fast in between horrific, enigmatic and blissfull.

He awoke with a raging headache, the morning sun already turning into full bloom of a mid-day heat. Apparently Rosie had managed to drag him into her personal suite above her emporium, resting him on her biggest chippendale settee. The blanket he was draped in was made out of finest cream cashmere and smelled new and unused. His darling friend really knew him well.

“Oh my stars, you're awake! I almost thought you'd gone into hibernation.”

Rosie entered the room, a tray with a teapot and two cups in her hands. Alastor recognized the green and gold pattern – it was the china he had bought her after his last visit. He quickly sat up, straightening his jacket (which Rosie hadn't removed and he was grateful for).

"I apologize for my unseemly display yesterday, my dearest Rosie.” He waved away the blanket, bringing it up just enough to return his coat to it's intended fold. She took place in a matching seat across from him, her flowing dress and skirts billowing with every movement, and offered him a cup, filling it with deep brown liquid.

He was too exhausted to even ask for a cup of coffee - he somehow had a feeling it wouldn't taste right anyway. But the tea smelled spiced and earthy, which was unusual for his companion, so he decided to trust her judgment and drink it.

They sipped their tea in quietude, but he knew that, just like himself, she had the need to break the silence. He also knew she was carefully, consideringly waiting for him to speak. A feat only she possessed to get out of him things he would otherwise choose to remain untold.

Rosie was another exception, very similar to her . Rosie was his oldest friend, a confidant he didn't expect to have when he became an overlord. Rosie had gained his trust, not by the usual tit-for-tat hellish society loved to practice, but by proving him time and time again, from te very beginning, that she didn't feel the need to use him for anything, instead just enjoying his presence, no strings attached, so to say.

So Alastor spoke, and started to tell his story.

He told her about the night in the Lava lounge, sparing no detail, describing the way she dealt with Vox, the satisfaction he felt watching her on stage. He told her about his percieved solution of her puzzle, what he deducted to be the answer – that she had fallen for him, and his intent to use it to his advantage. He knew she would disapprove of the predicament of invading (Y/n)'s privacy, more so catching her in one of most private moments, but he needed to paint the full picture. He told her about the jeweled copy, how he thought that it would act like a container of her energy just to be proven wrong. That instead, it had guided him to her, and at his touch she had spilled with flowing power like a freshly broken spring, flooding him with it to the point of loosing control over his thoughts and body. How she, miraculously, brought him back through carefully chosen words. That he fled to relieve himself of the overpowering force he was still filled with. How he found himself regretful of the way he harmed her and returned to apologize. About how she instead tried to take the blame, to monopolize the guilt and how he refused her. He told Rosie about her wish for him to keep her company, and that he took her plea to stay the whole night, only to leave before she awoke to get space to sort this whole mess out. When he finally recounted the past four days at the void, the tea in his cup was cold and stale.

Rosie had listened quietly, not once attempting to interject. The tick-tock of the mounted wall clock in the corner of the room marked the ending of an age until she set her teacup down. Alastor swallowed dry, waiting for her assessment. A deep, measured breath left her nose and she leaned back in her seat, her expression seemingly in deep contemplation.

Something else played in those coal dark eyes, and Alastor didn't like it one bit. Was that pity? Was it condescention? Rosie wasn't prone to neither.

“Oh, Alastor...”, she started, shaking her head. “For all the astuteness, intelligence and eloquence you possess, you truly can be a righteous blockhead.”

Alastor's eye twitched.

“While I cannot deny that it seems the little dove has indeed feelings for you – you gravely misinterpreted my little puzzle. I must say, I now come to regret not being any clearer, I feel I took part in the way things escalated to this. “, she sighed with a frown. Then, she looked directly at him, a small, crooked smile on her lips. “But what's done is done. Let's try it again, my dear, and this time, stop denying yourself the path to the true answer – you are better than that. Think, Alastor. Think about what you've told me before answering: What is the protective lie, and what the obvious truth?”

Alastor stared at her.

He didn't want to say it. He didn't want to think it. He didn't want to accept it.

Rosie's smile widened, reading him like a well-known book. The protective lie: That she was just like any other soul he owned. The obvious truth: That she wasn't the only one who fell victim to forbidden feelings.

Day 6

He knew he had to return. The last day was spent in Rosie's company. He knew she had been holding back a lot of things she wanted to say, for the sake of him coming to terms with his uncomfortable new insights. Instead, she gave him space to initiate conversation when he decided to, making herself busy in her apartment. She only told him she closed the shop for the day, and to not worry about missing business, since she could do what the hell she wanted.

In the evening, after a fabulous meal Rosie cooked (serving finest intestines in a hearty stew), she broke her self-imposed silence to ask him

“I don't want to pry, sweetheart, but what do you plan to do?”

Alastor dabbed his mouth with a napkin, removing the last remnants of the tasty demon flesh.

“In all honesty, Rosie, I am at odds.”

Rosie tilted her head at him, her face that of incredulity. “Really, what would be the harm in entertaining the idea that you are fond of a beautiful, talented, devoted girl?”

He remained silent, his wide smile fading into a barely curved line.

“You know as well as I do I am these things are foreign to me, impossible even.”

“And yet you feel something for this girl. You may have never for another, but now, for her, you do, Alastor. Would a parched man in a desert deny himself of drinking when he finds an Oasis?”

Alastor sighed. Rosie was nothing but a true romantic at heart, but he? The concept of fondness, of courting and romance had always abstract and revolting to him. Yes, he felt things for her, but they could be fleeting, a lapse in judgment, a loss of control he was deeply uneasy to sacrifice.

She had dropped the issue, but the question still hung between them as she went to bed.

Now it was morning, and he prepared himself to face her again. That night he decided to keep his distance, to slowly detach himself from the need he felt when it came to her. Knowing her compliance and steadfast determination to please him, she wouldn't question or fight him if he'd dismiss what happened without much explanation.

When he told Rosie, she gave him a disapproving look, sadness in her voice as she told him that he was  a fool and on his best way to hurt her favorite dove deeply. He knew she was right, of course, but he needed to do what he deemed best. It was better this way.

So, he bid her farewell, this time walking the distance from Cannibal Town back to the hotel. He heard Ozul whine and fizz in apparent discontent, but he too, had to accept his masters decision.

He entered the hotel quietly, his cat companion dozing at the bar. What luck, he thought, glad to not be stopped by rude comments or displeasured banter. He made long strides, taking the stairs up to his radio tower. He felt the need for soothing blues. On the third flight of stairs, he almost crashed into Angel Dust who rounded the corner from the other side. The spider jumped at the sight of him, clutching his over-exaggerated breast in overly dramatic shock.

“Jesus Christ on a stick, Al!” Alastor sneered at the cursing demon. “Fuck, popping up like the worlds most haunted jack-in-the-box. 'Ya almost gave me a heart attack.”

“Why, my effeminate fellow, that would only mean you'd have a heart in the first place, how joyous that would be?” He grinned widely at the scowling expression his little remark resulted in. “I'd love to stay and chit-chat, but I have a lot to catch up with.”

He started walking past him, when he heard Angel's muttered response.

“Not much to catch up with, buckboy, since Rocky had to shoulder all your fucking work like the boss-bitch she is. You betta make sure 'ya thank her on 'ya knees.”

He didn't reply, keeping his pace. Yet, he couldn't help but notice how quickly his smile threatened to slip with the reminder of his gem's adversities.

... He had made himself comfortable on the extravagant sofa, pouring himself another glass of whiskey and downing it without the usual enjoyment and moderation. He still felt tense, and the alcohol wasn't working in taking the edge off. A few hours back and he still was cooped up in his broadcasting room, unsure on how to proceed. He was about to pour his third glass when he heard three knocks on the hatch.

Three slightly angry knocks.

He moved to open the door to maybe Vaggie, who always had an excuse to be agitated with him, readying to tell her off, when the faint smell hit him.

Not Vaggie. It was her.

He took a deep breath. Showtime.

With nimble fingers he pulled the hatch open, revealing his beautiful assistant looking up to him with burning eyes like two golden suns. His darling girl. His precious gem.

"Ah, hello, kitten! You look absolutely dashing this morning."

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[devotion-that-corrupts]

10 Characters / 10 Fandoms / 10 Tags

pick 10 characters from 10 fandoms and tag 10 people. thank you for tagging me @ithinkthiswasabadidea :)

apparently you don't have to comment on them. HOWEVER, i love talking about my interests, and you've given me an excuse to do it, so let's go!

(not in any particular order, i love them all.)

constantin d'orsay (greedfall) baby boy. has done nothing wrong ever in his entire life. seeing him activates my knight instinct. i would fight lord and lady d'orsay for him. i would fight the high king guy for him. i would fight god for him. if he is wrong i would reshape reality to make him right. all of this to say, i love him a normal amount.

viego (league of legends / ruination / runeterra) if i had a nickel for every time a character i love was born a second son of a ruler and so was never intended to lead, yet became an heir after his brother's death, was supposed to die because of poison, had only one person he cared about deeply, in something between eternal love and obsession caused immense destruction for the sake of that person (who has never asked for any of this), had some sort of transformation during which his hair turned from fair/blond to platinum, his eye color changed, and there appeared some weird magic-related thing on his head symbolizing his becoming a villain (or, rather, making it clear that he was wrong all along), then i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. ok, now for a more normal explanation. bringing your kingdom & then entire realm to ruin for your wife? in grief, in hopeless attempt to revive her? i love this! i love it when love turns people evil.

camilla hect (the locked tomb) i don't have coherent thoughts about her. i simply adore her with my whole heart. here's to camilla hect, yet another of devotion's casualties!!!

gale dekarios aka gale of waterdeep (baldur's gate 3) i will kill mystra.

gabrielle de lioncourt (the vampire chronicles) there is much to analyze about her background and her relationships, esp with lestat, and i am most definitely unfit for this. let me just say that if i were a vampire, i would also ditch humanity and explore some jungle instead. and probably wear men's clothes.

millions knives (trigun) unhinged codependent siblings… <3

fang runin (the poppy war) my darling girl who fell in love with the war, and nobody told her it ended. i think she should get to burn the world down, as a treat.

breezepelt (warrior cats) i am including him because he is my og blorbo. 10-year old me really looked at the worst guy ever and said yeah that's the one. my love for writing about dysfunctional families and defying religion could probably be traced back to him.

constance blackwood (we have always lived in the castle) i NEED to teleport into the world of this book and ask constance her perspective. because she knew it, i mean, she knew what must have actually happened the whole time. i wonder what she felt after the accident, and if/how her view changed since then. i wonder what she thought of her parents, and of merricat, and of the life they came to lead. we get some of it from the dialogue and interactions ofc, but it doesn't stop me from contemplating all of this.

august (the wicker king) guard dog of a boy. 'I like following him. Following orders. Doing whatever he wants.' 'I’m always going to want to be at your heels, fighting for you. Hurting myself because you tell me to.' i hope belonging to someone else brings him peace.

anyways, i had to open the book to find these quotes, and now i want to reread it all over again. let me just tag some mutuals and then i'm gonna go read.

(no pressure!) (also you don't have to elaborate on them) @kuramirocket @grin-unsettling @boygirltwins @fairylightfairlybright @drizzit @msnormandy @darkvisionvamp @gardenbastard @cjflint @pups-2-dust & anyone else who wants to :)

[blueroan-equestrian]

What it could have been

Sirius and Remus raised Harry and snuffed out Voldemort earlier fluffy and supportive. Very introverted sub or maybe it’s a big little dynamic idk reader

Smut

I stumbled into the great hall where another study hall was being held. Students of all ages and houses were clustered around the hall. I searched the room looking for my friends. When a familiar voice hummed, “Hey gorgeous, why don’t you come sit with me?”

I rolled my eyes at Potter, “and why would I even consider that?”

Potter flashed a big smile, “Because… because we have a transfiguration essay together.”

I groaned, “We have a month to do that. I rather go study for the charm’s test we have tomorrow with my friends.”

“I can help with that. I’m good at charms and also need a good study buddy.” He continued.

I signed, “Alright, do you have the study guide? I lost mine.” I asked as I sat down with him.

His friend Hermione, handed hers to him, and he gave a triumphant smile, “yes.”

I rolled my eyes again, “Close enough,”  I placed the booklet between the two of us a began to read a loud. “Alright…. So….um the Impervious charm makes an object water repellent. So does that mean that we can use our wands like an umbrella?”

“Yep.” He hummed.

“And for objects is it also like an umbrella or does it just become waterproof like a rain coat?”

“Um… like an umbrella. I don’t think that part will be on the test though.”

“Yeah… I suppose… the anti-Alohomora charm… really on the nose that one…” we continued until we were finally were dismissed.

“(Y/n), I know that I get on your nerves but I was hoping that it’s in a good way cuz I would really like to go on a date with you.” The usually cocky and infamously popular boy stood up fidgeting and nervous.

I raised my eyebrows, “Potter… you have never shown me any kind of interest before. You once glued me to my chair in potions class!”

Harry seemed to some how turned a even deeper shade of red, “Yeah, I’ve done a lot stupid things… glued you to your chair, your shoes to the floor…liked other girls even, but that’s neither here nor there.”

“Well damn Potter, you just giving me whiplash! Dang… I don’t know… can I think about it?”

He nodded quickly, “Yeah, yeah, yeah, of-of course! Yeah! Take your time.”

…

I sat in bed with my book unable to concentrate. Knowing I had a test tomorrow didn’t help but Potter’s question was more prominent of a distraction. It was going to have to be dealt with now, if there was going to be any hope for sleep or even focusing for the test. So I headed out of my dorm and made my way to the Gryffindor tower. It wasn’t hard to get in the house or locate Harry who was laughing with his friends in his dorm. I know a violation but I was on a one track mindset kind of train so I made myself known, “Harry… I need to talk to you…” I say nervously.

Harry smiled confidently, “Of course darling.” He led me out of the house and to the astronomy tower, “Alright beautiful, what are we doing?”

“Why did you ask me out? Am I some kind of conquest? What is going on! (Pretty girls name) was gorgeous, I got why you dated her. But look at me, I look like a troll compared to her.” I asked clearly beginning to spiral.

Harry took ahold of me firmly, “Look at me, I think you are gorgeous. And you are over thinking this. I like you. We have good banter and I think chemistry too. I know I make you anxious because you will never sit with me the first time I ask. You are quiet until you aren’t and I love when you aren’t. You get really into the topic and you just explore it completely. I want to get to know that person. That’s the point of dating isn’t it?” He chuckles.

“This isn’t some cruel joke?” I asked nervously.

Harry leaned forward until he was a breath away, “Have I ever led a girl on? No will I ever? No. Girl’s hearts is one of the few things I take seriously. Why don’t we move up that date and go snag some sandwiches from the kitchen and come back here.”

I thought for a moment, “Alright… but nothing funny.”

He smirked, “I will be the perfect gentleman. Promise… unless you ask for more.” He wriggled his eye brows.

…

The date well it was actually good and thus calmed some of my anxiety. So I was able to go back to bed and actually sleep and do well on the test. After the test I waved over Harry, “Library during free period?” I asked.

Harry gave me a cheeky grin, “Sure thing, what are we doing?”

“Our project… what else do we have to get done in the library?” I asked missing his insinuation.

He raised  his eyebrows, “oh, yeah… that… sure. Meet you there.”

…

After some work, Harry stood up, “You are acting as if last night never happened! You were worried that I would use you but you go on a date with me, laugh and have a good time but now you act as if it wasn’t anything …”

I give him a look, and interrupt him “I was on a date with you during our free time. Potter… you said that you don’t play with girls hearts… well I don’t play with my education. If you want to cut it off here, I understand. But I’m not used to this dating thing, like this is me.”

He sat back down, “look at us here. Anxious messes… but can I get some flirting? Maybe a kiss?”

I rolled my eyes at his pouting but obliged him in a kiss, “There, now can we finish this before the next class?”

He smiled and swooped down to give me a quick peck and then agreed to finish our project for this sit down. We began to date and get to know each other’s kirks. A week before graduation, he asked me to meet his uncles. The ones who raised him and had quite the reputation. I found myself quite overwhelmed with the idea. “Don’t worry love, I’ve already told them that they need to be on their best behavior. So they won’t push you too hard or get too rowdy. It’ll be alright. Nice and quiet.”

…

Nice and quiet my butt! His uncle Sirius was so very ADHD you could spot it a mile away. He was very invasive and Harry had to remind him to back off. After we graduated we got a place of our own. It wasn’t anything outrageous but it was nice. Harry had quite a bit for him set aside. I sat in what would be our room on the floor holding an array of paint samples. Harry came in and sat on the floor next to me, “What are we looking at?”

“Paint samples. I can’t decide if I want a nice bright, happy color or more of a neutral color that will be easier to play off with the rest of the house. I don’t know… what do you think?”

“Pick the color that makes you feel happy.” He said kissing my cheek.

“Alright… sunrise yellow or sunset pink?”

“Why not an ombré?” He suggested.

“Yeah? I like that… I’m going to go get the paints!” I hummed hopping up and headed out.

…

Harry was always supportive of my little oddities and he always wanted to help when I was an anxious mess. I sat in bed waiting for Harry to get home from work, I had the day off but unfortunately he didn’t. So I spent the day taking it easy. But an hour before Harry got home I got myself together enough to go make him dinner. He came home and wrapped his arms around me, “Smells great, love.” He hummed.

“Glad you think so… how was your day?” I asked.

“Stressful… Malfoy is a pompous ass who loves to make an ass of himself!”

“Oh? What happened this time?” I hummed as I leaned back into him.

He squeezed me before going to sit down and letting me make him his plate, “You know, the usual bull shit.” He slumped down, “You know how I told you about that trial? … well you see the dick head couldn’t stop interrupting me during my interrogation.”

I chuckled as I set down our plates at the table, “Isn’t that apart of his job?”

He groaned, “Baby! You are supposed to be on my side!”

I giggled, “Oh, I’m sorry baby… let me start over. Hmm… that asshole! Is that better?”

He smiled, “Much. Now how was your day?”

I shrugged, “You weren’t here so I just napped most of the day… just got up to make you dinner really.”

He took a big bite of his food, “that sounds like a good day. Thank you for getting up to make me dinner, it tastes amazing! So I was wondering if you could get the last week of next month off because I was hoping we could go on a cruise with my uncles.”

I gave him a nervous smile shifting uncomfortably, “I’m sorry but I don’t know if that’s a good idea… Remus is lovely but Sirius makes me feel uncomfortable.”

Harry nodded, “I understand… but this cruise ship will be massive if he becomes too much then we can just find another area for a break.”

I raised my eyebrows, “your uncle has no ability to back off. Or boundaries.”

“Remus has promised to help get him to behave and Sirius himself said that pranks on or near you would be off the table as it’ll be an enclosed space and he knows none of us will be talking or socializing with him if he does anything to upset you. So you know… I know he’s a bit much but he won’t hurt you ever. I know he makes you anxious but he raised me and it would mean a lot if you could go on this family outing. Maybe come out of that introverted shell for just a little while. I love you as is but it would be nice if you ventured out every once in awhile.”

“He promised no pranks?” I asked tentatively.

“On you.” He corrected.

“Make it no pranks in general we both know how they go wrong, and it’s a deal.”

“Okay then he’ll have to make sure that you’re with him when he does them cuz he doesn’t know how to behave that much.”

“I will settle for just knowing the details. But okay.”

…

I sat on our bed with an empty suit case trying to think of what I needed but wasn’t really sure as I had never been on one of those things.

“Babe… oh?” Harry stopped in his tracks holding a few bathing suits in different cuts. “What’s happening here?”

“I don’t know what to pack.” I whispered.

He set down what he had and began to go through my things “Well we should have one jogger set as it’s supposed to be warm but it’s good to have something just in case. Like I said it’s going to be warm so plenty of shorts. Two jeans shorts, four comfy shorts. Some tank tops and t-shirts. Now you just need your toiletries, flip flops, to pick out your bathing suit and maybe some sunglasses. Oh!” He goes back to the dresser and grabs a handful of my underwear and plops them into the bag. “Nearly forgot to pack you some panties. That is probably needed.”

I blushed profusely, “Thanks babe… now what did you come in for?”

He smiled, “well I got some new bathing suits but I’m not sure what style I want. What do you think?”

I looked over the options, “I like the shorts and the cropped shorts.”

“Great, I will return the others. So excited!”

…

The day came when we were to head to the cruise and I had on a nice sun dress, a sun hat with sunglasses and white shoes. Harry matched his shirt to my dress and we met his uncles at the boarding area. “(Y/n), it’s good to see you.” Remus smiled as he extended his arms.

“You too… Sirius.” I acknowledge as I give Remus a hug.

“(Y/n)… so we all ready?” Sirius boomed.

We boarded the ship and headed to our conjoining rooms. The room was very nice and I couldn’t say it wasn’t comfortable, which helped my anxiety. I sat on the edge of the bed as Harry placed our clothes in the dresser. “This might be nice.” I hummed.

Harry looked over his shoulder with a smile, “Yeah? I hope so too. I know it’s not easy for you but I’ve been looking forward to this and I know that you get nervous about these things. So you feeling good?”

“Yeah… you know how I get. But right now I feel like I did when we first started dating.”

“Nervous but focused?” He chuckled.

“Yep… you know me well. So now what?”

“In an hour we’ll need to go to orientation and then we’ll have time to explore the ship.”

I nodded, “Okay so we have some time?”

He shrugged as he finished up and came to sit with me, “Yep, do you want to see if Remus and Sirius want to go over the itinerary?”

I nodded quickly and almost on cue his uncles entered the room through the adjoining room door. “You kids decent?” Sirius laughed.

I turned red while Harry simply threw an arm around me and squeezed, “Yeah, just got settled in and were about to go ask you to join us in planning the day.”

Remus nodded, “That’s a good idea, we have orientation today, then we should figure out where things are. Then stop for lunch. After lunch I already signed us up for an art class. Then some free time we could use to finish exploring the ship. Dinner and then we can stop by the theater. Today is mostly just traveling but tomorrow the good stuff will start.”

“Sounds like you already had that planned out.” Harry laughed.

“Of course, though I’m surprised (y/n) hasn’t already planned it.”

“It’s not my trip to plan and luckily Remus is like me in planning.” I chuckled nervously.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “Neither one of you know how to relax.”

“Planning is relaxing.” Remus and I corrected.

Harry laughed and kissed my shoulder, “Well I appreciate it. But I think it’s time to head out.”

…

The day was easy and actually relaxing. When we got back I started to strip down to get ready for bed. Harry came up behind me and pulled me into his arms. “Come on baby get on the bed, I’m hungry.” I leaned back against him, “No need for clothes.”

I hummed and crawled up the bed and flopped down on the bed as asked with my legs spread for him. He hummed contentedly as he crawled up and laid between my legs. He kissed up my thighs until he reached my core. He dropped a kiss before he licked my slit and then delving into my core. He allowed me to push up my hips and ride his mouth. I let out a loud whine and he hummed contently. He swirled his tongue as he reached up with one hand to take ahold of my breast and played with them as his other hand grasped my thigh and held me close. I wriggled in ecstasy as he worked me enthusiastically, only pulling away once I had reached completion and came down from my high. The orgasms he gives me are always so intense. He crawled up my limp body kissing my skin as he went. He hovers above me and whispers, “princess, may I please use your body? I want to feel good too.”

I simply nodded and spread my legs more for him. He quickly stripped down before returning above me. He kissed me deeply before delving into my already overly sensitive pussy. I whine and he kisses me. “Are you comfortable pretty girl?”

“Yes… just sensitive… I am fine don’t worry.”

Harry nodded before beginning to find a rhythm he liked. He lowered his head beginning to nibble at my neck as he fucked into me. Moaning I try to meet his thrusts and help him chase his high but he pinned down my hips and growled, “Stay still my love, don’t want you to over exert yourself.”

I whimpered in pleasure at his display of dominance and came on his cock. He smirked before throwing his own head back and cumming loudly into me. He collapsed on top of me, remaining inside of me, “That was amazing baby. Always so good baby… want me to go start us a shower?”

I nodded and he rolled off me trotting off to the bathroom to start the shower before popping his head out, “it’s warm and ready love.”

I scurried over and we hopped under the shower of comforting warm water as we held onto each other savoring each moment. But we had to break apart and clean ourselves up before going up to bed to be able to get up in the morning. We really started bonding with his family on this trip.

[writeforfandoms]

Andante, Andante

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Here it is, the Mamma Mia au that absolutely nobody asked for!

First off, thank you my darling @green-socks​ for plotting with me and letting me squeak at you. 

A couple quick notes before we begin:

Although as always I try to make my readers as blank as possible, this one does specify that she was here ten years ago. To my younger readers... idk. Sorry. But I needed the ten years. (Be glad I didn’t make it twenty.) 

There are sections in italics, and in case it is not apparent, these are memories/flashbacks. 

Warnings: Swearing, allusions to sex, brief non-descriptive sex scene, Feelings, some hurt/comfort. 

Word count: 7.3k

Dave York x reader, Jack Daniels x reader, Javi Gutierrez x reader, f!reader

“How did I let you talk me into this?” you groaned as you flopped face-down onto one of the beds in the apartment.

“I talked over all your complaints,” Sam answered blithely, actually setting her things down like a civilized person. And then flopping down next to you on the bed. 

“Evil person,” you groaned, words a little muffled. You pushed yourself up to sit instead with a huff. “Alright. Two weeks. This’ll be fine.”

“It’s a vacation, not a death sentence,” Sam reminded you, rolling her eyes. “Which we both need, might I point out. Two weeks of no work, exploring this beautiful place, good food, and having fun.”

“I know.” You lifted one hand to rub your temples. “I know.”

Sam softened a little, sitting up as well and bumping her shoulder into yours. “It’ll be fun,” she said softly. “And if you hate it here, we can change our reservations and go somewhere else.” 

You mustered up a smile. “I know. I’m just tired and grumpy. It was a long flight.”

“It was.” Sam stood, grabbing her bags again. “We’ve got some time before dinner, so relax a bit. Do not sleep or the jetlag will be worse.”

“I’m not a total newbie!” you protested at her retreating back. Then you pouted and shook yourself, getting to your feet. Well. Might as well get changed and ready for dinner. 

But you stalled next to the window, the gentle breeze wafting in the familiar scent of the ocean and seafood and citrus…

The view from your room was beautiful, straight out to the ocean. You stood and watched the sunlight dance on the gentle waves until you were almost late to dinner, finally throwing the curtains closed over the window in your mad dash to get ready.

Not this time, though. There would be none of that. Not for you. 

Taking a deep breath, you turned away from the window and the scent and the sunlight on the water, and changed your clothes. 

Dinner was a calmer affair tonight. Simple food, in a quiet restaurant away from the waterfront. It really had been a long trip, and you were both tired. 

Tomorrow would be a better day. 

You paused at a corner, about a block away from the apartment you two were renting. A man had just stepped into the villa, probably renting one of the lower apartments. You'd only seen him for a moment, no more than a glimpse of dark hair, but… 

"You okay?" Sam asked you softly. 

You blinked and then smiled. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm gonna shower and get settled for bed, I hope." 

"Sounds good." Sam groaned softly at the number of stairs up to your temporary apartment, and both of you were grumbling by the time you went inside. "See you in the morning."

"Sleep well." You walked to your room to grab sleep clothes for after your shower. 

The water pounding against the tiles of the shower was almost louder than the music coming from the bedroom. You still weren't sure how exactly you'd convinced him to leave Dancing Queen on… but you were pretty sure the pouty look had helped. 

"Waiting for an invitation?" He drawled, stepping past you and into the shower, the spray wetting his hair immediately. 

"Just making sure I didn't wear you out too much," you teased, grinning as you gave him a blatant once-over. 

He didn't give you a chance to do more. One hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the shower and straight into his chest, where he kissed the laughter from your lips. 

You sighed and hung your head, turning off the shower and standing there for a few long moments. 

You knew this island was full of ghosts, but you'd hoped you'd have a little time before they came for you. 

Finally, you flopped down into bed, ready to sleep for the night. You had your alarm set so you'd get up on time. And you needed the sleep. 

So naturally you laid there and stared up at the dark ceiling for several long minutes as ghosts danced in your memory, soft voices calling you. Finally, you rolled over, buried your face in your pillow, and cried yourself to sleep. 

The next day you were determined to have fun. You would make new memories here, do new things with Sam. You didn't need anyone else. You certainly didn't need a dark-haired man. Nope. Not a one. 

That plan lasted a full two and a half days, as you and Sam had fun and explored and found delicious food. (So much delicious food, seriously.) 

And then a storm hit. 

Mallorca had storms. Generally they weren't too intense, with little damage done. You remembered two from your last visit here, and both had passed uneventfully, though you did remember passing the time. 

Rain pounded against the windows as you writhed under your companion, gasping out your pleasure to the steamy room. 

"Much better than sightseeing," he groaned softly, appreciatively, damp fingers spreading over your thigh. "So much better." 

But this storm knocked out power to your building, which you discovered when the two of you went back to take a little nap, and none of the lights would turn on. 

"So… what do we do?" You asked, flicking the light switch one more time. Just in case. Once again, nothing happened. 

"I guess we have to call the owner of the villa," Sam mused, hands on her hips. "I still have his number with the booking information, I'll call."

"Cool." You sighed and collapsed onto your bed again to wait. 

Well, this was a first. You'd never had the power get knocked out before, not on vacation. You snorted softly. 

"Guess we're not cooking tonight," you muttered, thinking of the ingredients still in the bags you'd left in the kitchen area. 

"Good news is the owner already knows," Sam called, footsteps approaching your room. "Bad news is we just have to hang out here to wait for him." 

"Oh that's not so bad." You grinned. "We can do some reading, be cats together for a bit."

Sam snickered at your phrasing but nodded. "Reading is always good." 

The two of you settled to read for a while. That was one nice thing about Sam - you could just hang out in quiet and read together, and all was good. 

A knock on the door interrupted you, and Sam hopped to her feet to get it. You stood as well, straightening your top to be somewhat more presentable. 

"...for the inconvenience," a soft male voice was saying. The speaker was still just out of sight, but you paused. That voice was familiar. But why? "But I do have somewhere you can stay until the power here is repaired!" 

"That would be great," Sam answered. "Let me get my–oh good, you're here." She smiled at you, looking excited. "Javi offered us a place to stay while the electricity here is being repaired."

"Javi?" It couldn't be. There wasn't any possible way. But the voice, the name… 

You stepped around Sam, looking out the door, and Javi smiled shyly. His hair was every bit as wild now as it had been ten years ago, his eyes just as warm. But he seemed settled in a way he hadn't back then. 

You, on the other hand, felt a bit like you'd been whacked over the head with a frying pan. "Javi." 

"I know you," he whispered, eyes growing wide. "You–it has been so long! Do you remember me?"

He looked so hopeful, so much like a puppy, that you couldn't contain your smile if you tried. "I could never forget you, Javi." 

Javi positively beamed, bouncing forward to engulf you in a hug. "How are you? You must tell me everything! Over dinner, we can sit and catch up!" 

"Sure," you agreed, a little weakly, one hand patting his back before you stepped back. "Sam will love getting to know you too." 

He blinked, momentarily surprised, and then smiled. "Of course! Any friend of yours is welcome at my table! Oh, I nearly forgot! Please, wait for me downstairs, I have a car and will take you to my home. But first I must tell the others! I will see you downstairs." He left with one last squeeze to your hand, turning and nearly running down the stairs. 

You stood there, blinking after him, completely off balance. 

"Was that the Javi?" Sam asked from behind you. 

"Yeah," you whispered. "The one I met here, ten years ago." And he still looked good. Every bit as good as when you had met him, really. It was unfair. 

"Wow. What are the odds?" Sam stood next to you. "You gonna be okay? To stay with him? We can find another villa, it's not peak season." 

You shook yourself and turned to smile at her. "It'll be fine," you assured her. "Javi and I parted on good terms, there's no issue there. I was just… surprised. That's all." 

"If you say so." Sam turned and started walking to her room. "Let's get packed up, we might be away for a few days." 

It didn't take long to throw everything back in your suitcase and haul it down the stairs, with Sam right behind you. 

"Do you think he'll offer for the other people to stay with him, too?" Sam asked. 

"Probably, he's got the space," you mused with a shrug. "From what I remember, he had rooms he hadn't even used." 

"Wow." Sam grinned at you. "You should have stayed with him, let him take care of you." 

You snorted. But didn't have a chance to reply. Footsteps echoed down the stairwell, and you and Sam both looked in time to see Javi descend the stairs, two dark-haired men behind him. The first wore a signature gray jacket with brown patches at the shoulders, tie loosened around his neck, hat held in one hand and a suitcase in the other. The second man wore a plain gray t-shirt stretched tight across his shoulders and black athletic shorts, hair still mussed as if he'd just been finishing working out. Instead of a suitcase, he carried a duffel bag. 

You felt all the blood drain from your face, the world tilting and swaying under you. There was no way. No possible way. It was just… not possible. They couldn't be here, not all three of them. 

"I apologize for the wait!" Javi said, hurrying over to you and Sam again. "But this is everybody. Would you two care to drive with me? I have another car for the two gentlemen."

Sam agreed for the two of you, as your brain had yet to restart. The man playing with his hat hadn't yet noticed you, but the other one… 

Brown eyes locked onto yours from across the room, and his lips twitched. The game was up, then. Of course he had spotted you first. Dave was very good at spotting you, no matter how you tried to hide or play.

Dave looked almost as shocked as you felt, though it was shallow consolation. He hadn't moved, hadn't looked away from you, barely even seemed to be breathing. 

And then Sam tugged your arm and you turned, blindly following her out the door and to the car. 

You had no idea how you got from the car to Javi's villa, or anything that was said on the drive. Sam, bless her, took over talking. Giving you time to get over your shock, at least enough to be functional. 

You started actually paying attention again when Javi led the two of you into the villa. “Dinner is being prepared,” he told the two of you. “So you won’t have to worry about food. Of course help yourself to anything! My home is your home. I want you to be happy here.” He half-turned, big puppy eyes looking at you with more meaning than you could decipher right at that moment. 

You did manage a smile, at least. “Thank you, Javi. I know we will be comfortable here. You really saved our butts with this, I hope you know how much we appreciate it.” 

His smile turned shy, and he ducked his head, curls flopping over his forehead. “Is nothing,” he dismissed, waving a hand. “Ah! Here! Your rooms!” He opened two doors, right next to each other, and motioned you inside. “I will let you get comfortable and give you the tour later.” 

With one last beaming smile, he turned and left, presumably to go get the other two men.

"Go put your things down," Sam ordered in her best no-nonsense voice. "Then you're going to tell me everything." She picked a room and strode inside. 

A little numbly, you went into your new room and put your things down as well. Then you sat heavily on the bed, putting your face down in your hands, overwhelmed. 

How the hell were you going to manage this? 

Sam dropped down next to you on the bed. "Tell me everything." 

You took a deep breath and looked up finally. "You remember I told you about the three guys from my last trip here?" You asked, a little hoarse. "Javi you met. Jack and Dave are both here. They're the other two men. They're here. In the villa." 

"Oh shit." Sam blinked at you, eyes wide. "You're sure?"

You smiled grimly. "It's been ten years, sure, but I absolutely recognized them. They both look more or less the same. Same hair style, same clothing choices, all of it." 

"Okay." Sam sucked in a breath. "Okay. So. What are you going to do?"

"Avoid them like the plague," was your immediate knee-jerk reaction. 

"What? No!" Sam nudged your shoulder with hers. "You have a golden opportunity here." 

"...I don't follow."

"You told me that Dave was one of the best men you'd ever known and you were thinking of running away with him," Sam reminded you absolutely ruthlessly. "And Jack was the best sex you'd had and he was fun."

You groaned, covering your face again. "I regret ever telling you anything," you mumbled. 

"And now you have a chance with one of them again," she forged on, ignoring your distress. "This is unheard of! You can decide who you wanna pursue!"

"None of them," you grumbled at her, uselessly. You knew it would be no good. 

"Let's go over when you saw them last." Sam patted your leg, trying to get your attention. 

"Let's not." You hopped to your feet, shaking out your hands. "I'm hungry, I'm gonna find the kitchen and see if I can beg a snack from someone."

You ignored Sam when she called your name, striding swiftly from the room. You had a vague memory of this place, but only vague. You honestly wouldn't be surprised if you ended up getting lost here. 

Oh well.

You took a few turns and ended up outside. How, you weren't exactly sure, and you would absolutely need help getting back to your room later. But that was a later problem. 

You turned a corner without looking and ran straight into someone, letting out an oof and stumbling back a step. 

"Careful, sugar." A hand caught your arm, keeping you upright, and close to the person. Man. 

Close to Jack. 

You looked up into still-familiar brown eyes and swallowed hard. "Sorry," you squeaked. 

Jack blinked at you, and his lips parted. (You knew how that mustache felt when you kissed him, when he smiled against your skin, the scratch and tease of it against your thighs–) "Well, I'll be damned," he murmured, his other hand rising to cup your waist. "Is it really you?"

"It is." You swallowed again, licking your lips. 

"How long has it been?" Jack asked, slowly pulling you in closer. "Too long, 'course." 

"Ten years." You took a step back, more or less successfully. His hands were still on you, but you did put a little distance between you again. 

"And you're every bit as gorgeous." Jack grinned, giving you a blatant once-over. "What luck for us, huh? You staying here too?"

"I am, yeah." You shrugged. "You here on vacation?"

"Eh, sorta. Bit of work, bit of fun. You know how I like to do it." He winked at you, shuffling closer to you. "I could always give you a little refresher course, sugar." 

You smiled tightly. "I'm actually here with my friend, we're on vacation. Sightseeing. All of that fun stuff." 

"Oh yeah? You want some company? I can take some time for you." Jack slid his hand from your waist to your back. "And we can go back to my room at the end of the day, have some fun, like last time." 

"We'll see," you hedged. "I was actually just on my way to the kitchen, so–" 

"I just came from there," Jack interrupted you, grinning and turning so he was next to you instead of in front of you, hand still on your lower back to guide you forward. "I'll show you the way."

"Thanks, Jack." You fell into step next to him, letting him guide you. 

Jack made an excellent guide, clearing a path through the crowded waterfront and never letting go of your hand, keeping you close to him. Once the crowd had thinned out some, he tugged you up to walk next to him, his arm around your waist. 

"What do you say, sugar?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. "Still trust me to find us a good spot?"

"You know I do," you said with a smile. "Impress me, Jack."

"Oh I plan on it." Jack squeezed your hip. 

"Here we are," Jack announced, hand squeezing your hip. "The kitchen."

You blinked rapidly to get back out of your own head. "Thanks."

"No problem." Jack didn't release you just yet, still looking down at you, something soft in his eyes. "It really is good to see you again, sugar." 

You warmed, smiling a little. "You too," you murmured. "I'll let you know, about the rest of it." You finally stepped away from him, making your way into the kitchen. 

The cook was a very nice woman who let you have your pick of snacks. You escaped with your snack and found a spot to sit outside, enjoying the late sunshine and the soft sounds of the ocean. 

You had no idea how you were going to survive this, especially if Sam was serious about you going after one of them. 

None of them had ever made you any kind of promise… and perhaps that's where you had problems. Because your traitorous heart hadn't waited for permission to get attached. 

Sighing, you tipped your head back to look up at the sky. You had no idea what you were going to do. 

A soft call of your name made you blink and refocus, and you looked at Sam and Javi. 

"Ready for the tour?" Sam asked, grinning teasingly at you. "We heard you already got lost."

You huffed as you stood. "I only got a little lost," you grumbled. "But yes, tour time. Sounds good." 

Javi beamed at you. "This way," he told the two of you. You were sure the three of you looked like a funny party - Javi in the middle with you on one side and Sam on the other. 

(You absolutely caught Sam eyeing him once or twice and you couldn't blame her. Javi was good looking, with his wild curls and unrestrained smiles.) 

The tour was fun and easy and you were vividly reminded of why you had been so happy to spend the last days of your vacation ten years ago with Javi. He was cute and funny and sweet and a generally good man. 

Which made the fact that you were barely physically attracted to him honestly a shame. 

Dinner was nicer than you'd expected. Mostly because both Jack and Dave had apparently not been invited, something that made you hide a grin behind your drink. 

"What do you have planned still?" Javi asked, looking between you and Sam. 

Sam took over, and you let her. The interest in her eyes was clear to you, though you rather doubted Javi saw it. 

The entire day the two of you were out, women looked at Javi. Mostly they were tourists, but you noticed more than one local with lust in her eyes. And Javi… didn't seem to notice at all. Or if he did, he ignored them all with aplomb. He didn't even look at them. 

He only had eyes for you. 

You took another bite of food, looking away from those two. Javi deserved the best in the world, you knew that. 

"Are you alright?" 

The soft question from the man made you blink and look at him. He looked concerned, big puppy dog eyes only for you. 

"I'm okay," you assured him. "Just thinking how crazy this all is. I had no idea you owned that villa in town." 

"I own two properties in town," Javi said with a nod. "I still have the olive groves, too! We could go see those." 

You smiled at his enthusiasm. "Sure, Javi. Your property is beautiful." 

"The whole place is beautiful," Sam agreed. "That pool is tempting me." 

"You are more than welcome to swim," Javi said, turning his sweet smile to her. "I want you to be happy here. You're welcome to anything." 

"In that case, I will." Sam grinned. 

You smiled watching her. She definitely needed this vacation. Especially since she was now having to put up with your bullshit. 

Not that you'd planned on this either, but still. Sam deserved to have a wonderful time, and you would do whatever you could to make that happen. 

Javi escorted the two of you back to your rooms after dinner. Sam broke off ahead of you two, saying she was going to catch up with some friends and update them on the vacation. 

You and Javi paused in the hallway. You didn't want to just go sit in your room, but you didn't have the energy to actually go explore and find a good place to sit, or find something else to do. 

"Come with me," Javi offered, holding out one hand to you. "I want to show you something."

You hesitated a bare moment before taking his hand. 

Javi held out his hand to you with a smile, a little shy, a little sweet. "Can I show you around? Is not much, I know, but–"

"Not much?" You laughed a little as you took his hand. "This place is beautiful, I love it. Please show me around."

His smile was nearly blinding and he squeezed your hand before he started walking. 

Javi led you outside, to a quiet spot that overlooked the ocean. He sat on a bench, and you sat next to him, looking at the moonlight on the water. It was beautiful. 

Maybe even more beautiful this time around. 

"Something weighs heavy on you," Javi said, soft and genuine. Guileless, as was his way. 

You sighed, leaning back and looking up at the sky instead. "It's just… a lot," you told him softly. It was easier to talk this way, not looking at him, not paying attention to his reactions. "I, um. I know the other two men. And. It's just." You sighed, short and sharp. 

"A lot," Javi offered softly, non judgemental. 

"Exactly." You finally looked at him to gauge his reaction. 

He just looked patient, a little sympathetic. "If you want to talk about it…" He trailed off carefully. 

You mulled over the offer, watching him. But he didn't waver. So you nodded slowly. "It's not the prettiest picture," you warned him. 

Javi snorted, amused, though you hadn't the foggiest idea of why. "Do not worry about that," he said, waving off your concern. "You cannot frighten me off." 

So you took a deep breath. "When I was here the first time, I met Dave. We… had a lot of fun together, and I…" You swallowed hard, blinking. This had not gotten any easier than the last time you'd talked about this. "Well, I really liked him. Then he left without a proper goodbye, just a note. That was… hard. Jack came into my life unexpectedly, and we had a few wonderful nights together. Never promised more than just some fun. And then he was gone, too." You paused there. "I don't really know how I feel about seeing them again now. But the feelings are definitely strong." 

Javi was quiet for a few long moments, and you worried you had gone too far. Then he smiled a little, holding out one hand to you. When you took it, he squeezed your hand. "You need space," he said softly. "And friends."

Relief washed through you, nearly overpowering. "Yes."

"I will give you whatever I can," Javi told you, squeezing your hand again. "Just ask and it is yours."

Unexpected tears spring to your eyes, and you leaned in to hug him instead as tight as you could. There was barely a moment of hesitation before he hugged you back, crooning soft Spanish into your ear as you tried hard not to cry. 

“You will feel better tomorrow,” Javi murmured, patting your back. You leaned back, wiping briefly under your eyes. 

“I will,” you agreed. “I’ll ask Sam, but maybe tomorrow we can go out to the olive grove.”

“An excellent idea!” Javi grinned, standing and offering you a hand up. “I will arrange a, hm, picnic for us!” 

“Sounds good to me.” You smiled. “Thank you, Javi. You’re a good man.”

Javi flushed and waved you off. “Go, rest. I will see you in the morning.”

Feeling better than you had all day, you turned and headed back inside, towards your room. 

Movement caught your eye and you stopped in the hallway outside your room. Turning slowly, you were somehow unsurprised to find Dave standing there. Hair neat and tidy. Eyes dark and intense. Hands loose at his sides. 

Miles seemed to stretch between you and Dave, despite the fact that you were in the same room. You could barely hear past the rushing of your blood in your ears, but Dave wasn’t speaking anyway. He was just… standing. Just standing. Watching you. 

After all, he’d had his chance to say what he wanted, and left the floor open for you. As if you’d be able to talk, be coherent at all, after the bombshell he’d just dropped on you.

The silence stretched, tight and uncomfortable. Dave opened his mouth to say something, and you turned away. No sound came from behind you as you opened the door to your room, stepped inside, and locked it behind you. 

You didn’t move until you heard light footsteps, walking away, growing fainter until they were gone. 

It took you a long time to fall asleep.

Javi was as good as his word, allowing you and Sam both to sleep in and then abducting you after breakfast. It wasn’t a long drive out to the olive grove, but it was a pleasant one. You sat in the backseat with the basket full of food, giving Sam the benefit of the nicer views. 

The picnic, of course, was lovely. The food was delicious. Everyone behaved themselves. 

It was just a really nice day, and you needed that. 

"I've been invited out to a friend's party," Javi told the two of you as you all worked together to pack up the remains of lunch. "Do you want to come with me?" He looked at you hopefully. 

You shrugged. "Sure," you said easily, putting the cap back on your drink. "If Sam wants to go."

"Definitely." Sam grinned, mischief in her eyes, which made you a little nervous. "What time do we need to leave?"

Javi shrugged, picking up the basket. "Any time this evening. I believe the invite said 8, but nobody will mind if we show up late." 

"Perfect." Sam looked at you, still mischievous. "Gives us plenty of time to get ready."

You had a feeling she meant more than just changing clothes.

As soon as the two of you were back at the villa, Sam dragged you back to her room, shutting the door and pushing you towards the bed. 

"Updates. Now." 

You sighed. "What do you want to know?"

"We've been with Javi all day and I saw no flirting!"

You snorted, you couldn't help it. "Sam. Babe. Javi and I are friends. We had a good talk last night and decided we're just friends. Which I am honestly grateful for." 

Sam nodded, looking contemplative. "So that's Javi. What about the other two?"

And there you paused. Because. You really did have a lot of conflicting emotions about them. "Sam… I don't know. I had a brief conversation with Jack, he seemed to want to pick up where we left off last time. And Dave…" You faltered there, throat closing. 

"Did you see him?" At your silent nod, Sam pursed her lips. "Has he apologized to you? For leaving?"

"Not yet." You sucked in a deep breath. "But it's fine." 

"Hm." Sam fortunately relented then. "So, party tonight. You did bring the dress with you, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "I did. I will wear it tonight." 

"Good." Sam looked pleased, going to rummage through her suitcase. "I'm gonna read for a bit before we have to get ready."

"Sounds good," you agreed, standing. "I'll be in my room." 

You did go ahead and get out your dress once you were in your room, examining it to make sure it didn't need to be ironed or anything. And then you sat on the bed to read and relax for a while. 

Sam knocking on your door prompted you to get up and change, putting in pretty earrings as well. A quick once-over to make sure you looked presentable, and you joined Sam in the hallway. 

"I will be the envy of the party," Javi declared on seeing you both. "Arriving with two lovely ladies on my arm." He winked, and you laughed. 

"How far is it?" You asked curiously as Javi led you both to the car again. 

"Not far," Javi answered. "In truth we could walk, but I am lazy and I hate this hill." 

That startled you into giggles again, and you were still grinning as you slid into the backseat. 

The drive was short, as promised, and you followed Javi and Sam into the party. There were lots of people around, but it didn't feel too crowded. At least not yet. 

And for a while things were fun. You danced with Sam, and you two dragged Javi out onto the dance floor with you. 

And then someone slid into your space behind you, hands light on your hips. You tensed, just about ready to turn and tell the person off, when a soft voice spoke right next to your ear. 

"Relax, sweetheart. I've got you." 

Almost against your will, you relaxed. You'd never been able to tell Dave no. 

"Easy, sweetheart," Dave whispered in the dark of the room, both hands on your hips, his chest flush with your back. "I've got you."

"Dave," you whined, biting your lip. 

"I've got you," Dave repeated, hands squeezing you before he started to move, so slowly it was torture. 

"Why are you here?" You tipped your head back, trying to look at him. All you caught was a glimpse of dark hair before he spun the two of you, keeping you upright but off-balance enough that you needed the help. 

"I wanted to see you. To apologize." He spoke right into your ear over the music. 

You grit your teeth, partly at his timing and scheming, and partly at his gall. "Not here," you ground out. 

"Outside?"

"Fine." 

Dave took your hand, pulling you into a spin before leading you out of the room. You'd lost track of Sam and Javi, and just hoped that they were still having fun. 

He led you outside and away from the party, ending up on a paved walkway between buildings. You stepped away from him, heart racing. 

"I want to apologize," he started, softly, hands out at his sides. Trying to show he was no threat. 

"Now?" You laughed a little, the sound cracking halfway through. "Dave, there's nothing for us to talk about. You dropped all that on me and left, and you couldn't even look me in the eye to say goodbye." 

Dave shook his head, taking a step towards you. "Sweetheart, no–"

"It's fine," you cut him off, stepping back. "I understand. You had things to go back to. I know. I saw you got married, had your own life. I’m glad. If you feel you have to make things right, don't worry about it." 

"Carol is gone."

The quiet words stopped you cold. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Dave shook his head, frustrated. "Sweetheart, she was never you."

"Don't," you whispered, pleading. "Don't do this to me." 

"I swear to you, I thought of you every day." He started towards you slowly, carefully stalking you, eyes intent on your every move. "She was never you. Do you have any idea how many times I almost tracked you down?"

"Dave," you whispered, wide eyed, pulse pounding. "What are you doing?"

His jaw clenched, eyes flashing. "What I should have done ten years ago." He boxed you in against the building behind you, one big hand cupping the back of your head and tipping your head up. But he didn't kiss you, keeping a bare distance between you. "I should have brought you home with me. I wanted to. I won't make that mistake again." 

"It's been ten years," you pointed out, entirely reasonably. "We're not the same people we were then." 

"Then tell me to go." He dipped his head, nudging his nose against yours with aching tenderness. "Tell me to leave you alone."

And you… couldn't say the words. You swallowed, mouth opening. But you couldn't speak. 

With a triumphant noise, Dave closed the space between you, kissing you with all the pent up passion of ten years. You moaned softly into his mouth, hands raising to helplessly grasp his shirt. Somehow, he felt every bit as good as you remembered. 

Someone knocked over something loud behind Dave, and you pulled back with a gasp. Dave's eyes narrowed and he turned to look, giving you a chance to look as well. 

Jack stood there, watching the two of you, lips parted just a little. Silence stretched, tension pulling tight against your skin. 

You broke first, ducking under Dave's arm and away from the wall. You fled. 

You did remember, on the walk back, to pull out your phone and text Sam that you were walking back and to have fun. 

And then you had time and quiet to think over what had just happened. 

Those feelings you still had for Dave were getting a whole lot clearer. 

But the question remained if you could move past the last time you saw him.

"I haven't told you everything." Dave stood a few feet away from you, his twitching fingers giving away his anxiety. 

"What, are you not really here for work?" You asked, half-joking. "Actually have a wife back in the States?" 

"No." Dave made a face. "I am here for work, but my work is… not as harmless as I led you to think." 

You were quiet for a minute, nerves simmering in your gut. "Just tell me. I don't like this guessing game shit."

Dave blew out a slow breath. "I was sent here for a contract," he said slowly. "My team and I eliminated a threat. I asked for extra time here after we completed our mission."

"Eliminated?" You asked faintly. 

"Killed." 

Miles seemed to stretch between you and Dave, despite the fact that you were in the same room. You could barely hear past the rushing of your blood in your ears, but Dave wasn’t speaking anyway. He was just… standing. Just standing. Watching you. 

After all, he’d had his chance to say what he wanted, and left the floor open for you. As if you’d be able to talk, be coherent at all, after the bombshell he’d just dropped on you.

You blinked at him, mouth opening and closing a few times uselessly. "Aren't there rules against telling people that kind of shit?" is what you managed to get out. 

Dave shrugged, unconcerned. "Usually, yes. I trust you." 

You gaped at him. "You… What is this, Dave? Why are you telling me?"

"So you have the whole picture." Dave still didn't move towards you. 

"The whole picture," you repeated, a little numbly. "I don't know what to do with this. I really don't. I just…" You trailed off, staring at him. "Why now?"

Finally, his lips twisted in displeasure, eyes dark as he looked away from you. "I have to go soon."

"How soon?" Your heart dropped somewhere in your stomach. 

"I don't know exactly. Soon." 

You let out a slow breath. Okay. So he'd given you some honestly terrifying information about himself… but nothing to actually send you running. "Okay."

"Okay?" He looked back at you, fingers curling and uncurling. 

"Okay. At least for right now, let's shelve that and have dinner like we planned." 

He relaxed, shoulders lowering, and smiled at you. Finally, he stepped in closer, both hands rising to cup your cheeks. 

"You are something else, sweetheart." He kissed you then, too many emotions for you to parse between you. "Let's go to dinner."

You blinked back to yourself at the bottom of the hill. Javi was right, it looked like an absolute bitch to walk. You groaned softly but started up the hill. 

"Hey! Sugar!" 

You sighed and hung your head but you stopped to let Jack catch up with you. "Yeah?"

Jack didn't smile for once, instead searching your expression closely. "If you're in any trouble…"

"What?" You blinked at him, honestly caught off guard. "You mean Dave?"

His lips thinned. "Sugar, he's not a good man." 

Several things occurred to you at once. The first was that Jack knew what Dave did. The second was that Jack had some kind of job that meant he knew what Dave did. The third was… you really didn't care. 

"Maybe," you admitted. "But you know what? He's been good to me. You both have, in your own ways. So thanks for trying to warn me, or whatever, but I'm good." 

Jack blinked, momentarily flabbergasted. "You know?"

You smiled grimly. "He told me right before he left," you said. "Now. I'm going up the hill to go to bed."

Jack was quiet for a moment. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"Sure." You shrugged. Both of you were quiet on the walk back up to the villa.

Javi had definitely been right about the hill. 

"Sugar." Jack turned to face you, putting his hands on his hips, even as you were still recovering from the walk. "Just so you know… you can call me if you need anything. Get into trouble, need a lift, anything." He held your gaze, frowning just a little. 

You smiled, touched by the unexpected offer. "Thank you. I appreciate it." 

Jack nodded. "Well, I'm gonna go check in before bed. Night, darlin'." 

You murmured your own good night and trudged inside and up to your room. You moved slowly through your bedtime routine, too distracted to pay much attention to what you were doing. 

Dave had made his intentions pretty clear earlier. He still wanted you. Had never stopped wanting you, if he had been telling the truth. You were still mad at him for leaving you ten years ago without even a proper goodbye, but… but you had missed him. You'd missed being with him. 

Sam was right. You had a second chance here. All you had to do was take it, reach past the hurt and the questions. 

If that was indeed what you wanted. 

You laid there for a long time, staring at the dark ceiling, the quiet less soothing than you wanted for the background of your churning thoughts. 

You heard Sam and Javi returning from the party, and only smiled. You were glad they'd had fun. 

And that? Well. Guess you had your answer. 

So, naturally, you didn't see Dave the next day at all. But the following day he found you. 

You looked up from your book, somehow unsurprised to find Dave standing in front of you. You shifted to make room and patted the bench next to you in silent invitation. Dave sat quietly, posture rigid. 

He'd come for your final answer, then. 

"Let me ask you one thing." You looked straight at him, setting your book down in your lap. 

"Anything." He swallowed, lifting his chin subtly. 

"Why did you leave without saying goodbye?" You didn't succeed at keeping the hurt from your voice. Really, everything else you had already dealt with, but this? This had plagued you for ten years. 

Dave grimaced, like he'd expected the question but it still hurt. "It wasn't my choice," he answered slowly. "I was informed we had to bug out immediately. One of my guys came and got me, or I would have ignored orders." 

You sat quietly, letting that sink in. He would have stayed. He would have waited. For you.  

Taking a deep breath, ignoring the rabbit-quick beating of your heart, you turned to face him fully. Shoulders back, chin up, eyes narrowed just the slightest bit. "If you ever do anything like that again, you will never see me again. Understood?"

Dave blinked, lips parting a little in surprise, before ever so slowly he started to smile. "Yes ma'am." 

You swallowed, licking your lips. "Good." 

He lifted one hand, cupping your cheek, thumb rubbing over your skin. "Does that mean you'll come back with me?" 

"Yes." You didn't even think about it. At this point, there really was only one answer you could give. "I will." 

Dave grinned, sharp and triumphant and a little bit adoring, and kissed you. It was messy and passionate and there was more than a little bit of teeth involved, but it was perfect. When he finally pulled back, you had one hand in his hair, and you were panting. Faintly, you could hear him whispering against your skin as he pressed kisses against your throat. 

"Thank you." Kiss. "Never leave you again." A more or less gentle nip. "Never again." Teeth scraped over your collarbone. 

"Inside," you growled at him, tugging his hair. 

The two of you somehow got to your feet, a tangle of limbs and lips and only one incident where you nearly fell. 

Logically, you knew it wasn't this easy. You'd have to talk logistics and jobs and all that. You'd have to check in with Sam (although she was getting pretty cozy with Javi). 

But you were going to give this a chance. You were going to fight for this. For the two of you. 

And judging by the grasp he had on your hips and the way clothes were falling as soon as your bedroom door closed, Dave was going to do the same. 

That would be enough. You would make it work. You smiled, took a deep breath, and fell one last time, trusting he would catch you. 

[eureka-its-zico]

Okay now that I’ve finally collected my thoughts..

This is going to be such a brain dump and I’m really sorry but I hope it makes sense 🫠

Chapter 8 surprised me in so many good ways and once again that shows how good of a writer you are. I don’t want to write any spoilers in case people who come here haven’t caught up so I’ll have to allude… but like

Wow

When people say that they’re going to write angst and hurt comfort and action with violence (some of my favourite genres don’t judge) etc I always expect these parts to be short and fast paced as that’s what I’ve usually come across because readers and writers alike, we just can’t wait to get to the happy part after a small dose of angst.

But I knew with you, when you said you were going to torture us you were not going to disappoint. And tortured I was but in the BEST WAY.

You didn’t rush anything, you went into so much detail, you made sure that we got everything with that build up (slow burn oh my gosh) before moving onto a happy moment (omg the first reunion with Z had me in BITS I was so on edge I wanted to scream which is exactly how this should be even if I was in pain - thank you and well done). I then thought, ‘okay wish we could have prolonged this but I enjoyed it for what it was’

And then we went back to angst??? And I thought?? ‘Okay okay didn’t see this coming I’m liking it okay. What other surprises am I gonna get’

And then we had another happy moment (my goodness the hurt comfort was THRIVING thank you for building that tension because my god did you deliver) so I thought again ‘okay that was a nice little surprise, so the MC is saved now’ and then you had that ending? That cliffhanger? When I tell you I screamed ‘YESSS OMG MORE ANGST MORE ANGST’ I was not kidding

I read someone say that they basically came here for Zoro and stayed for the fic and I’ve never related to something so much. What I thought I was going to get with this series compared to what we’ve got, has blown me out of the water.

If this was a book I would buy it.

You’ve just… yeah. I’m honestly blown away by your writing and how you’ve paced it (I know I keep talking about pacing but it’s something even well known published writers struggle with and yet here you are, doing it absolutely brilliantly)

I sent my friend a 7 min voice note the other day just screaming at her about how good this fic is to the point where she’s asked for the link (she’s a Sanji girl and mainly reads Sanji stuff so you know this fic has been sold well if she’s considering reading it) and honestly? After finishing chapter 8, I haven’t stopped thinking about it.

I just. I have nothing more to say. It’s incredible. So incredible I may even start rereading it. It’s just. You’ve ticked every single box for what I personally would want in a fic and that is rare and I know I’m not the only one.

Tldr; damn.

Sorry for the word splurge, I just needed to tell you you’re awesome

Osiyo, darling,

Okay. I’ve been disgusting this since you sent it because there is a lot of goodness in this that turned me incredibly soft. Please don’t ever apologizing for dumping on me about anything!

You are also incredibly sweet trying not to spoil anything. You are just a sweet and kind bean at this point who can do no wrong in my eyes.

There would never be any judgement here from me on what anyone likes to read. Just no judgement from me really on anything. My sister’s favorite things to read are far different from mine - she lives and breathes filth 🤣 - and that’s okay. As long as it gets someone reading and having a good time, it’s truly all that should matter.

As for the angst part, I can agree that we just always want to conclude the heavier parts faster to get to the good part, but that isn’t how I roll. I feel like it does such a disservice to the stories to not flush out characters and the scene. There is so much that can be explored in a moment and we shouldn’t be scared to do that in the slightest. I say this knowing very well I’ve been doing this with this next chapter 🙄

Angst is my bread and butter. I think, personally, I’m better at it than fluff or smut, although I work hard on these too, because I just want to grow as a writer, and not attempting them feels like a greater disservice to myself. So, just reading how much you enjoyed the angst throughout the chapter sprinkled in with all the other bits makes me feel thankful. I’m always hyper aware of this and making sure it’s always as balanced as I can get it throughout the story.

Ugh. To have two people tell me they came for Zoro and stayed for the fic makes me incredibly emotional. You don’t understand. Then to say if it was a book you’d buy it? Literally sobbing because it’s my dream one day to be able to publish something. Literal tears.

Add in the voice note rant and I’m hugging myself. This is so relatable. I literally do this exact thing all day. Just ranting throughout the day like a crazy lady about fic ideas or just things I see constantly. I’m truly humbled that my story is rant worthy to a friend 🖤🖤 the best compliment thank you so much.

I’m not sure there are any appropriate words to explain how much I loved reading this. How your comments truly impacted me in such a meaningful way. It isn’t enough, but thank you so so much.

[didsomeonesayventus]

Every day of my life I peek at twitter to look for nice art of my Engage darlings only to be repeatedly hit across the face with the worst takes imaginable 😒

From calling Alear a coward/overly emotional/“insert other negative adjective here because people are upset Alear’s personality doesn’t make for a typical power fantasy MC to self insert onto” to saying “insert character here” would’ve made for a better protagonist than Alear to endless complaining about the focus on familial/platonic bonds over romance to the nonstop whining over “weh weh the story is so cheesy and silly and lighthearted not like the LAST a game so that means there’s nothing to like about Engage and it SUCKS” and blah blah blah (I could go on and on about the numerous other takes I’ve seen)

ah at it again with having Many Words and Things To Say

ngl the overly emotional/cowardly aspects of Alear is like. precisely the POINT of loving them as a protagonist? I'd say for M!Alear especially as like. he's a bit contrary as a male protagonist because of his gentleness, his silliness, his emotional honesty + expression, his emphasis on not feeling especially powerful or in any more control than anyone else (an ironic contrast with him being essentially Dragon Jesus and honestly a trope I love when gods are essentially just more powerful people).

The game is Alear's story and it's their growth and coming into their role as the Divine Dragon and gathering all these connections and friends and family to come in and defeat the evil problem dragon because the power of friendship and love and its transformative brilliance deserves to shine on its own. Like yeah I have ships im rotating in my brain but make no mistake that Engage is all about the friendship and family and unironically expressing and reveling in that love and it's always a delight to remember that.

and I know folks are comparing it to houses because houses was the last entry but it is literally comparing apples and oranges and I wish all doing it to feel superior a very Cut It Out. There's like almost no point to comparing them because their design + storytelling philosophies are literally opposite ends of the scale. Like maybe there's value in comparing them from a broad "what makes a fire emblem a fire emblem" sort of question but they're so vastly different you're literally only going to answer what your preference is.

And like! no shame in that! I couldn't get into Houses, you don't have to get into Engage. the series isn't dying or regressing or anything it's literally just exploring another angle that I'd argue is closer to its roots. I'd also argue it does a good job with what it wants to be. Not every story has to be an epic nuanced mess of complexity sometimes the Guy is Good and Everything Is Solved By Killing The Very Evil Problem Dragon. Dare I say we needed a story like that with the way the past few years have been.

[kae-karo]

OKOKOKOK

I'm gonna go in order of your Twitter thread ideas first

1 sounds so epic and I absolutely love it

2 actor aus my actual beloved I would love love love to see this

3 YESSSSS I wanted to see this as soon as I read that chapter NGL it'll be so good

4 PARALLELS FUCK YEAH I'm such a sucker for them

10 omg this is the funniest shit ever I would inhale this in a heartbeat

21 fuck yeah I loooove this so much grumpy sae with press darling Kaiser (yes I used your own words from your kise fic)

Other Ideas:

2 your cousin and the best man are absolute GEMS this is the funniest thing ever I'm so down

7 fuuuck yes I'm a sucker for notes fics

13 hell yeah this works so well with ryusae I'm actually in love

20 Itoshi Bros my beloved YESSS THIS'LL BE SO GOOD

21 just yes . omg it works so well I love the soft fluffy vibe

AWH hi thank u dear!!! for context (x,x)

1 YES idk what exactly sae's punishing kaiser for which is what makes this one harder to start BUT it's def a flavor i am very invested in lmao

2 VALID and thank u sldkfjklsfd i wld need to put some thought into what i'd want to talk about/have them talk about but it would be a fun format to try out >:}

3 YEAH look okay i just think we glossed over that WAY too quickly ???? like i'm sure it was more or less a way to show that kaiser's priorities changed but i just think it'd be fun to explore lmao

4 i just think that kise are SO ripe for the vibe of "remember when we were younger" with this careful affection toward each other assuming they cut around the jagged parts of their past

10 kiis are just so fucking funny i love putting them in Situations that they both just PANIC about like they did NOT want to be here LMAO i think that brings out their funniest emotions and reactions

21 SDFDLKJKLSFDJLKDFS yes press darling kaiser our beloved and sae who can barely tolerate Any of this but kaiser's mildly tolerable, so he's gonna go annoy kaiser until he gets his way. also just the idea of like. sae who is notoriously impossible to deal with in press situations UNLESS he's with kaiser, cause somehow kaiser just smooths everything over sldfjklsdf

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2 bro RIGHT slkdjfklsjdf that could be a fun rarepair prompt tbh,,,,,

7 ahahha THANK U sae also just strikes me as 'ugh i'm horny...who should i text for a hookup, let me check my records'

13 YEAH IT RLY DOES I had a variety of scenes in mind for this one too but it's def a longfic so making the pivot to commit to it is always a little. challenging lmaooo

20 YEAH some day i'll get back in a 2nd person pov mood and consider this one again i'm sure lmaooo

21 this one will probs sucker punch me when i'm in a wintry mood like oughh i have to write this RIGHT NOW or else i'll perish type of thing lmao. but also just the itoshis being so unbearably fond for their beloveds,,,,,,,i'm unwell

[skelebonecentral]

18+ request (Fair warning this one's gonna be a BIT long):

Killcode Moon with these kinks (you can do each separately if you want):

Is a Pillow Princess Overstimulation Breeding Kink Ownership Doesn't really have any boundaries as long as his partner treats him well and gives him plenty of aftercare and attention

and here we go (heh, got to admit, i don't really know that much about what aftercare means since...well, ace)

words under cut

Kill Code was incredibly flattered as his new partner straddled him, forcing his long body to lay back in the bed. They’d discussed intimacy before, but this was their first time trying it out.

“I’m small but mighty,” they grin, and he laughs, blushing with his long claws covering his face.

“my dear, be careful,” he warns, but is purring as they begin to gingerly explore his body with their hands, “Once we begin, I’m not sure if all my instincts can be contained.”

“Your instincts?” they tilt their head, then give a little laugh, “Kacey, my dude, I am all for it. Go feral on me, I signed up for it when I swiped right.”

He loved them using his kinder name, making his long tendril twitch and curl against their back, black tinged ooze painting an abstract pattern already. He hissed and twitched when they’d find a tender place along the seams of his body, especially once they scooted back and played with his sensitive seams around his legs as well as his tendril and the soft spot underneath.

“You going to let me ride you, Kacey?” they cooed and he nodded, back already trying to arch but they were sitting on his legs. “let me milk you dry?”

“Y-yes, please…l-let me breed you, darling, I beg of you.” He felt so embarrassed to be saying it out loud, but the way their eyes glittered and a happy expression of surprise lit the rest of their face, he knew he’d done a good thing.

“oh, big boy, you want to be a daddy again?” the words were soft and tender, their hands ceasing their teasing and instead gently rubbing up and down over his stomach as they lined themselves up to him, “That’s so sweet. Of course you can,” they purred as they slowly sat on his length, shuddering in delight as the small tip slowly grew out to the base, tightly curled in the relatively smaller tunnel of their body, “I’d love to give you so much, my sweetest little nightmare.”

“please,” tears started to gather in his eyes, lying back, hips canted up to get more sensation as his partner started to bounce themselves, “i-I want…mngh, I want it…”

“You’ll have it, sugar scream, you will,” he liked that they acknowledge he was scary to look at but tempered that with how adorable they found his personality. It let him still feel powerful even if he was a new man from his origins. “I’ll let you fill me up over and over till you’re happy, cause you’re mine, and I want you happy. I take very good care of my partners…” they giggled, “Because they’re mine, they deserve the best. So you do now, too.”

“M-mine?” he ventured and they nodded, making him groan as the coil in his gut tightened, “My babies, my partner, oh stars…” his claws were gripping into the bed, tearing little lines in the sheets. A low growl grew in his chest, making him buck more as his mind hazed over and the more instinctual side of him came forward.

“My good boy Kacey,” his partner moaned softly, “t-taking me so good, making me feel soooo good. Y-yeah, keep bouncing me.”

“Mine,” he whined, one hand over his face as the other had a deathgrip on the now ruined sheets, “take it, please, all of it, keep it till you’re pregnant…”

“I will, sugar, I will,” they whimpered and gasped, “I-I’m gonna, mmn. It’s coming…”

“Mine mine mine,” he growled and the hand on his face flashed to hold around their waist and held them there, thrusting wildly. They clamped around his member with a yelp, and he kept going because there was no stopping at this point. He snarled and his sharp teeth actually bit his own lip, making it bleed, but there was nothing in his mind other than the need to breed.

“T-too ma-ah! Much!” his partner mumbled out, shuddering as he continued to slam into their overworked parts, but the blissed out look and happy squeals made it clear they were liking it.

It took a few more moments, but Kill Code gave a near roar as he held them tight to his hips, unleashing a torrent of seed deep inside them. A few seconds of heavy breathing, and his thinking capabilities came back, hands unclenching from them and stammering, “o-oh dear…I seem to have gone overboard a bit. Are you quite alright, dear?”

“That was…amazing,” his much smaller partner flopped forward, nuzzling into him with a satisfied sigh, “I’m going to love being yours, Kacey, dang.”

He smiled a bit sheepishly, stroking their back with his claws, “If you say so, love. I would not want to overwhelm you, though.”

“Nonsense. I like it when you overwhelm me. I thought you’d just lay there and take it the whole time but you GOT it once those instincts you were so worried about kicked in.” They laughed weakly and he felt a bit less shy now. To be honest, he was too afraid to damage them when his full mind was active, so he’d probably not be able to repeat this performance until he was deep in again, but at least his partner approved of the dramatic switch in behaviors.

But…he notices bruises and small cuts on their legs where he held them and whines, disturbed, “I’ve hurt you, dear…”

“Wha?” they look at their legs and giggle, “These little things? Oh, hon, that’s nothing to me.”

“it’s a lot to me and I don’t like it,” he began to shiver, worried as the scent of blood hit his sensors. No no no, he wasn’t going to be that person again.

“hey, hey,” They took his face and made him focus there instead, “I’m going to clean us up and that will not be a problem. Then we’re getting fresh sheets and I’ll be holding you all night after I get us some snacks and water, okay?”

He nods, too flooded with shame to speak.

“I’ll take good care of you, Kacey, and I swear you take the best care of me. Do not feel bad about yourself.” They got up and grabbed some wet wipes from the bathroom, getting themselves clean before crawling up to him and cooing softly as they wiped his thighs and the tip of his tendril, “My sweet specter, don’t ever feel bad about loving me with your everything. Look at you, so big and you treated me so well. I’m so proud of you.”

He soaked in the praise as it soothed his anxieties, sitting up to take the water bottle and package of dried fruit they handed him as they crawled back onto the bed, slotting themselves against his side. “We’ll get the new blankets after you’ve rested, hon. You did a good job and I want you to know I appreciate you letting me be with you like this.”

He hummed, much happier as they cuddled into him and sipped on their own water. He didn’t much care what they had asked of him in the bedroom, but the fact they were so attentive afterward just made everything all the sweeter.

[gardensystemtv]

Continuing the livetumblign adventures of Almithara Lavellan. Previous post is [here] We will be exploring Haven, and making a proper looking set of armour for Almithara.

honestly, not really of a fan of any of the armours we start with. The mercenary coat is fine, but just not something that really fits Almithara personality wise. A part of me is considering running around in the Antaam-Saar

But I feel like it’s a bit... too much, like, this is not something Almithara would really wear into battle, even if I love how it looks generally. so as soon as possible, we will be trying to craft some armour that actually fits her.

As a Dalish Elf, Almithara has some complex feelings about a city elf being forced to kneel for her. It is nice that she isn’t distrusted but like, she does not want this either, especially not seeing another elf so scared of her.

Heard you shemlen were talking shit about me...

These three together are just Galight, Gatekeep, Girlboss personified. But yeah, Almithara agrees to help the inquisition, for now. Needing their protection from the chantry mostly. And she was sent to the Conclave to discover if the Mage/Templar war would be a threat to her people. The breach presents a clear threat now, so she is obligated to investigate it, and if she can, stop it.

Can’t really get a better pic, but this is the current equiped gear, armour and weapon are self crafted, every character will stick to default until I can craft something better for them. Once we get to Skyhold, I want to change the colours of this armour though. Also the staff is Electricity, but once I get the materials for it, I will craft a fire one.

just.. .without comment, love this shot.

I feel like... Leliana, love, you have a dalish wife, surely you would like... understand that Almithara does not really have any ties to Andraste, and would not be comfortable with such a question, darling?

I’m actually having a lot of fun with how Almithara tries to gather intel. She can’t quite trust anyone in the Inquisition yet, it’s all happening too fast for that. She trusts Varric, since he seems to be in a similar situation as her. But with the rest, she needs to know more first. She is actually quite good at getting that information, acting dumb, and trying to figure out more, bit by bit., asking questions that don’t seem important, to coax out more info. This doesn’t really work on Leliana though, making her hardest to read. She does like josephine the most so far, she seems diplomatic, and the most kind and straightforward with her. And she can respect the diplomatic need to make everyone get along, she saw plenty of that as the Keeper’s first. Going to the Hinterlands [next]

[tmisaccidentreportbook]

MAG014, Piecemeal

Case #0112905, Lee Rentoul Release date: April 25, 2016 First listen: 15th October. Had started the morning feed route.

Oh boysies. Oh dear, it’s this one. This one that, by right, ought to be ‘chocker’ with swears. But we thank Mr Alexander Newall, both for the enthusiastic use of ‘chocker’ and also for having the nouse to see when the vessel of artistic integrity and expression is gonna wreck spectacularly on the rocks of the iTunes explicit tag. But yeah… ooh boy this one gave me both the heebies and the jeebies.

Both with the topic, I’ve always been a bit of a wuss with gore if it isn’t actually happening live in front of me, and the statement giver himself. Don’t be too alarmed by the ‘gore live in front of me’ thing, I work in animal husbandry, I’ve seen injuries and predations.  

- ‘Not a confession’. Between this statement and Trevor’s in MAG010, I wonder just how many statements implement their writers in a crime. Going by the numbers, so far we’ve got 1 in 7 statements involving a murder committed by the statement giver, before we get into anything else. What the sort of legality action or confidentiality clauses does the Institute operate under? Y’know, in a world where the Institute actually did what they advertised and investigated all this instead of it getting tucked away into The Eye’s pantry.

- OK, so maybe I was a little harsh, as the Institute does appear to be helping people if Mr Rentoul’s here on a recommendation from his friend Hester. Infrasound is something I think known to the horror genre, another invisible force the average person, myself included, has limited understanding of. A 1998 a paper called ‘Ghosts in the Machine’, explored how frequencies close to the resonant frequency of the eye, given as 18 Hz, can make you hella anxious and make you see weird shit.

- Also made me think of the Dyatlov Pass incident and that one hypothesis for the death of the group was the wind moving around the Holatchahl mountain created a frequency that endured panic. I think the current more favoured theory is that of an avalanche.

- ‘I need you to tell me it’s fine.’ For all Mr Rentoul’s viciousness and bravado, he sounds like a scared child in this moment.

- ‘I had plenty of time to arrange something nasty for him, and I wanted him hurt more than I felt I had to do the deed myself.’ And that’s what a nasty temperament and 5 years of dwelling time will get you. There are a number of points in his statement where I think Mr Rentoul shows a bit of his true nature and I think he could quiet easily have found himself aligned with either The Hunt or The Slaughter. While they are fundamentally different beasts, I’m not 100% sure which suits him better. He’s planning and strategy to him that suggests The Hunt, but he has moments of vicious violence that feel neither thought through nor a purely animal reaction. Like his method is The Hunt and his execution is The Slaughter? If I had to pick though, I’d say The Hunt.

- ‘Some grim side street in Lewisham of all places’, and that’s the neck of the woods I was camped out in while volunteering at London 2012… Admittedly, I was in army barracks.

- ‘Going to have to think outside the box a bit.’ Ooof, word choice my dude.

- Describing Toby McMullen as a ‘waste of skin’. Again, choice of phrasing, yikes.

- ‘If he fingered me for the assault’. And again!?

- ‘Old lady in a lilac dressing gown’. It’s the old, unassuming ones you need to watch. You know how camouflage works. Also, if they’re old, that means they’ve lasted. They’ve learned. They’ve adapted. They’ve gone unsuspected. I love the trope of the ‘unassuming little lady is a hardened killer’.

- ‘She asked it very matter-of-factly, like it was a question on some form she knew the answer to but had to fill it in anyway.’ She’s a professional, darling.

- ‘a warm smile that suited her round face’. What she does is terrifying, but I love Angela so much.

- ‘a look that I recognised from years of working with very unpleasant people’. Mr Rentoul, if you’re close enough to now see it, you’re too close for safety.

- ‘I know dangerous, I understand dangerous, hell, I am dangerous.’ I feel this is a little bit of alpha posturing, or maybe him trying to reassure himself.

- The idea that the item had to be something taken, rather than something gifted is a nice touch to highlight, the magic is after all, not in the habit of asking nicely and will just take what it sees fit.

- ‘Wait until she was finished.’ I’m not sure what it is about Angela, but there’s something insectoid about her. I feel like there could be a connection made with The Web. The way she works out of a little suburban home, her jigsaws framed on the walls. Puts me in mind of a labyrinth spider, waiting for her pray to come to her. Benefiting from not one but two victims are Mr Rentoul’s impatience proved to be his undoing. Or predatory ants that will dismember anything they come across while it is still alive.

- ‘The waiting came hard.’ Mate, 3 weeks is nothing in the face of your 5 years. Find some chill.

- ‘Still as cocksure as ever.’ There’s something I’ve seen in predatory social animals, and this is anecdotal, but I’m aware of cases where dominant animals have hid all signs of injury and ill health from they care givers and also other animals in their group so as not to lose standing. Typically goes this way until the body can no longer sustain it at which point all pretences are dropped and they decline rapidly. I wonder if there was a little bit of that with Noriega, if he was doing his best to project assuredness and swagger when in reality, it was eating away at him.

- Our first mention of Salesa! Our other big boy man. Our other boat dad, the sunny one.

- ‘That snake.’ I resent that, giving snakes a bad name. A lot of snake bites happened when the animals are scared and frightened. I mean, so many species have behaviours that broadcast ‘you don’t wanna fuck with me’, king cobras and rattlesnakes and the like. Just stay the fuck outta their way and you’ll be fine. And maybe avoid Australia.

- ‘Limping slightly.’ See, you’ve got to start small. And ideally in a way that makes it harder for the target to escape. I mean, Noriega was never going to out run Angela and her work, but letting know that he couldn’t, well, that’s its’ own little flourish.

- ‘The memory of that look of panicked terror will stay with me.’ Delighting in his terror in this way does lead me to believe that Mr Rentoul have had potential as a vessel for either The Hunt or The Slaughter.

- Oh and the sound scaping during the murder scene, the three stabbing reflected in the background noise.

- So lets count what Noriega’s lost in the 3 weeks or so since Angela began her work; an eye, several fingers, teeth, and there’s something wrong with his foot or leg that means he’d walked with a limp.

- ‘LEE RENTOUL, FOR IMMEDIATE CONSIDERATION.’ For consideration of what exactly? That you done fucked around and now you about to find out?

- I am grateful that Jonny doesn’t describe each and every lose. Or at least broke it up a bit and didn’t give it all to us in on go. But, in many ways, the imagination being allowed to run wild makes is so much worse.

- ‘...chewed (the hand) off’, like a fox caught in a snare.

- ‘No sign can be found of him in police records, or indeed anywhere else.’ Even though the curse shifted, it looks like Noriega was fully removed and broken down, even after death.

- ‘I sent Martin to look into this ‘Angela’ character – not that I want him to get chopped up, of course, but someone had to.’ RUDE! Archivist, that’s very rude!

- ‘… had some very pleasant chats about jigsaws.’ Because he is a good, polite boy who deserves better, especially from you.

- ‘Useless ass.’ Rude! You will come to treasure that ass.

- Can you tell I’m protective of Martin yet…

- ‘Mr. Rentoul vanished in early April of 2011’. Wait! Wait, wait, wait, hold up. We need to go over the timeline here. The statement was given 29th May 2011, some two weeks after the curse shifted target from Noriega to Rentoul. Over those two weeks, Rentoul describes how, yes removed all the furniture from the flat, but that he was still in the flat when he lost parts and indeed that’s where the boxes kept coming to. Also, he was hospitalised after this statement, so he couldn’t have vanished in April 2011. He may have stopped paying rent, but he didn’t vanish until sometime after the 29th May 2011. Jonny, has something gone skewwhiff?

Supplemental: So I looked up labyrinth spiders and the scientific name is Agelena labyrinthica… Not quiet ‘Angela’ but near enough to have me shook.

[yeosatinyngz]

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➼A/N: I wanna rip my hair out at how bad this chapter is but this is the best it’s gonna get with how bad my motivation to write has been

After Ran’s little tantrum yesterday night, he was forced yet again to pick up his darling niece from the daycare. This time he decided he wasn’t gonna make a fool of himself but you had other plans.

“Hello, you might recognize me from yesterday. I’m here to pick up Kiyoko.” “Oh hey #2, I’ll go get her for you.” “Excuse me, how dare you associate me with something so repulsive.” “And just so you know I’m the older brother, I popped out the womb first so if anything Rinrin is #2 and he’s got the personality to go along with it.” “Why that was really rude to say about your brother, I’m just gonna go.” Ran mutters in disbelief, “Calls me rude but they called me #2 first, unbelievable.”

Once you returned with Kiyoko you expected them to leave but he was still there. “Is there anything else you need? “Your name.” “Haven’t you already heard Kiyoko call me before?” “Well yeah but I want to hear it from you.” “That won’t be necessary, anyways have a great night sir.” “Just call me Ran cutie.” “No thanks, I’ll stick to #2 and the door’s that way.” You pointed at the door and smiled at him. “Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”

Ran scoffed, “Well good night to you too.” As he picked Kiyoko up and left with his chin lifted up high. His ego was severely damaged. Mans was crying on the inside.

Again he sat cross legged on the couch impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for his baby brother. Finally after an eternity said brother bursted through the doors. “Well well, look who returned home.” “What do you want now?” “That new coworker at Kiyoko’s daycare.” “What did you do now?” “Why’d you just automatically assume that I had something to do with it.” “Because 99% of the time you’re the problem.” “I’m just going to ignore that comment. Anyways, I was just being my usual charming, handsome self and they started teasing me and shit.” “Ok and?” “They were rude to me as well, can you believe it?” “I can believe it and it’s well deserved, now I’ll be off to bed.”

The Next Day at Bonten’s HQ

The atmosphere was tense as usual as everyone had a place to be and a job to do. The head of the infamous organization called a meeting and all the higher ups were to attend. The topic that was discussed was of a little rascal that got hands on some of their important info.

“Our next target is the guy who went by ‘Kira.’ He was the one who hacked into our database and sold information about us to the police. Based on the information that our team recently gathered, they were able to identify the hacker as Yagami Light. He will be making his first public appearance at a banquet tonight. It’ll be your job to kidnap him and bring him back here for some questioning. I trust you all to do a good job, more information will be provided by Takeomi, dismissed.” “Yessir.”

After their boss left Takeomi gave some additional details and the whereabouts of the location where the target would be appearing and they all decided on what positions to take. In the end they concluded that the brothers will infiltrate inside the building and look for the target and the rest will be spread out outside guarding and to help the brothers once they successfully kidnapped the target.

“Alright, let’s move out.” They all left in their respective means of transportation and arrived just a little before the event started. They explored the building and each positioned themselves stealthy. The brothers were able to find a way in through the back. “Wow, that was way easier than I expected, for such a fancy event, they sure have shitty ass security.” “We’ve successfully infiltrated in.” The younger brother spoke into his earpiece. “Uhm yeah we know, we literally saw you walk through the exit door just now.” “Ugh shut up Sanzu, stay on guard.” “Yeah yeah jellyfish, don’t gotta tell me twice.” “Can you guys not argue on a mission for once?!” “Shut up, stop distracting me.”

“Ok brother, blend in.” Rindou says while fixing his suit. “Speak for yourself, I'm already one with the crowd.” The younger brother just rolls his eyes and picks up his pace to leave his older brother behind.

After looking around for a while he was already starting to lose interest over looking for the stupid target. He decided to go check out the food that was being served, while looking over the food options he heard,

“Mr. Haitani?”

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[limitlessgojo]

Going to a Private Onsen with Gojo

NSFW Gojo Satoru x F!Reader, established relationship

Type: One shot. This is around almost 4k words.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW content, Voyeurism, exhibitionism, daddy kink, squirting, overstimulation, praising, dom!Gojo, breeding kink, slightly manipulative/ Yandere Gojo, degradation

Notes: finally got to finish this fic, my motivation just dropped halfway lmao. The inn house has rooms with private hot springs. Not shared like the communal ones in public bath houses. This is half fluff half smut.

The private hot springs per room are separated by bamboo trees and wooden walls. (With holes. So you know what's gonna go down👀💦💦💦)

You and Satoru finally get the chance to have a 2 day 1 night short break from work. He takes you to an inn, checking in a tatami room with a private hot spring (onsen) included. The place smelled fresh, and you could smell the flowers outside.

"We can see the hot springs from here love. What do you think? It's gorgeous isn't it?" Satoru wiggled his eyebrows at you. You both set your luggage down, making yourselves at home. The sun is still high up, it is only 2:00pm and the hot spring is steaming, the sunlight making the water shine and glitter.

"It's not bad at all; the room is quite big as well." You smiled. Despite knowing that you're only stroking his ego, you let it go for once. Just this once because it is a special break after all. He internally pats himself on the back, beaming at you. “Glad you like it. Let’s take a walk around the area and then come back for dinner.”

“Fine with me”. Both of you changed into traditional clothing first. Gojo into a Yukata and you into your kimono. He helped you tie your obi and do your hair up. "Look how pretty my kitten is." He practically purred out as he cinched your waist beneath his large hands. His hands felt like fire on your waist.

You flushed, softly calling out his name. "N-not now." You stared at his profile. All lean and muscular. Knowing his physique hidden under the blue fabric did nothing to help. 

"Not now." He agreed. But the glint in his eyes said otherwise. Still he held himself back.

So you both set out, exploring the town. The stalls were bustling with people. You both bought souvenirs for the students as well as omamori (charms) for various purposes. 

You visited the temple and just tried to relieve the pent up stress from the last few weeks. “The air is so cool and it smells really nice here.” The flowers were all in bloom, as it was spring as of now. Satoru, however, kept his eyes on you for most of the time instead of the scenery around him. 

“Yeah, it’s real pretty isn’t it? Wanna take some photos?”

“Good idea! I need a new lock screen pic of us Toru!” you smiled. Your smile unfortunately dimmed upon noticing other women staring at Satoru and batting their eyelashes at him (ignoring the fact that you were right beside him). 

You’ve always known that he was a gorgeous person, just thanking your lucky stars that he actually came around to reciprocate your feelings. “Hey”, Satoru cupped your face and turned it to face him. He was pouting. “Focus on me love. This trip is just for us.” 

You gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. AH! I wanna have a picture by that Sakura tree~”. You tried to be more enthusiastic and engaging, blocking out any jealous and negative thoughts. 

Seriously, it's not like you didn't trust him. Just that your insecurity gets to you sometimes. You quickly bat the thoughts away. Your thoughts came to a halt when you felt something soft on the corner of your lips. 

"Love you." Satoru murmured against your cheek. You turned to see his eyes under his drooping sunglasses just an inch away from yours. You couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Of course he knows how you feel. "I love you more Toruu~ Now let's go." You gave him a genuine and bright smile. Walking over to a shaded area near the lake, surrounded by tall grass.

He leaned down to press his cheek against the top of your head and placed one arm around you. His other hand was holding up his phone for a selfie. After you took some pretty and funny photos, he surprised you by bringing out a polaroid.

"Eh?! Since when did you bring that with you?" You asked him. Satoru gave a sneaky smirk, "Well. Since you talked non stop about loving the vintage aesthetic recently, I thought it would be good to make a small scrapbook or photo album of this trip." 

".... who are you and what have you done with my husband..."

"Hey! That's rude. I'm always nice and sweet." He pouted and widened his eyes, using a finger to push down his shades. "I knowww~ Just kidding Toru, I love your ideas. I'll help you with it then." 

"Of course you will pumpkin." He squeezed you against his side, not caring about anyone who might be looking at both of you being overly affectionate in public. 

He took pictures using the polaroid camera every now and then. Taking your hand and leading you around, Satoru did not give your thoughts a chance to move away from him. He didn't hesitate to tickle you when your guard was down and poked at your cheeks with the most annoying grin. 

After that it was just you and him. Enjoying your precious time together, undisturbed by anyone else. By the time the sun was setting, you dragged him over to an Izakaya. "Should we have dinner here?" You asked him. 

"Ooooh! Looks like they have good meat and eel. That's fine with me." He replied. You both enjoyed dinner and had a bit of sake. Satoru always looked cute with flushed red cheeks and that big stupid smile of his. "Well you look cuter than me for once Hun." He quipped back.

You smiled as you wiped that teriyaki sauce off the corner of his mouth for him. It was a really peaceful day. 

Walking back to the inn, you noticed a shadow moving quickly just by the corner of your eye. This is why you don't think about work during your free time. Feeling chills run up your spine, you turned to see a curse, staring straight back at you. "Ah shit I left my sword back in the inn." 

Not even having finished your sentence, you watched as Satoru flicked his wrist and took down the 2nd grade curse in an instant. "I told you not to worry darling. I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He tutted and booped your nose playfully, eyes shining. 

"Heehh~" you pretended not to be impressed but by the look on his face, you knew you didn't do a good job of hiding it. He just chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Toru I can't walk like this." 

It was like trying to lug a 190cm tall clingy infant. "I'll protect you with my infinity from all sides love." He looked really happy, just prancing around with you in his arms as you both made your way back to the inn. 

💜💜💜

You both settled back in and got ready to take a bath. It was a really good day and everything went smoother than you thought it would, knowing your chaotic and unorthodox doof of a husband. 

"Dinner was so good. This was a great idea Toru, thank you." You smiled up at him. He smiled back, so soft and gentle with you. The way he never is and never will be with anyone else.

"Now then, I'll be taking my payment from you." You looked up at him, confusion evident on your face. Your husband of 5 years still confuses you until this day. "I'm sorry?" you felt affronted as you asked the question. You had no problem paying your share of the bills, heck you earn a lot as a 1st grade Jujutsu sorcerer yourself. 

But Satoru spent about over a month pestering you about wanting to treat you to a short staycation with him. "Yes", he replied slowly making his way towards you, towering over your shorter frame. You stood your ground and craned to look up at him. 

"Thank you for the meal sweetheart. You will be my dessert." He removed his glasses and threw them aside to showcase his bright blue eyes. You shivered from the intensity, and his lips turned up in a smirk. His words were somewhat funny, but his tone was dead serious.

He wasted no time, leaning down to suck down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, after he pulled one side of your kimono off your shoulder. "Sa-Satoru!!, hah- ", his grip on you was way too tight.

"Baby, I am so sorry I can't wait any longer. Won't you be good for me?" Satoru asked as he took a step back and cupped your cheeks in his hands.

It's true that this man has no self-control, always palming your ass down the hallways at Tokyo Jujutsu High. But you rarely see him as desperate as he is now, that it was actually endearing to you. So you relented, earning a grin from the man.

He helped you out of your kimono, littering small kisses on your forehead and cheeks, before he started biting on one ear. 

Unclasping your bra, he reached down to grope your breasts. You stared at him as he suckled on one nipple while toying with the other. His eyes opened to meet yours, and you could feel the growing wetness between your legs.

You also reached up to pull his Yukata off, undoing the tie on his waist. "I love it when you hair is done up darling. I can bite as much of your neck as I want." He growled out against your shoulder, biting and sucking wherever he can.

Your mouth watered upon seeing the outline of his hard-on straining against his boxers. On the other hand, Satoru stared unashamedly as you pulled down your panties, keeping your legs together to keep your slick from dripping down your legs.

Impatiently, you reached up and ran your fingers through his locks. "Satoru~" you whined. He only smirked in response. In one quick movement, he gathered you into his arms and brought you over to the small washing area with the soap and shower-head. 

He was still in his boxers however. You just stared at it, drawing closer to press your hand and rub the outline. He let out a long moan, which led to you to quickly look up and snap out a hush. "The neighbours might hear us Toru." You whined. 

"Tch, Let them hear. They can't touch or experience us anyways. And I want to show off my lovely little wife." He leered down at you, finally removing his wet boxers and throwing it onto the ground.

His hard cock sprang up and slapped against his abs. As if moving by some force, you immediately dropped to your knees. Rubbing soap onto his waist, thighs, and finally pumping his cock with your soapy hands. You looked up to him as you "cleaned" him off with innocent eyes. 

Satoru wasn't impressed. "Don't tease me baby or you'll regret it." He pulled you up and brought you into a deep kiss. You both gathered more soap and started washing each other off.

With his hands moving slowly down the sides, Satoru didn't hold himself back from touching every nook and cranny of your body. From your neck, to your shoulders, down your breasts, going to your thighs and legs. His hands were rubbing at your skin, inching nearer and nearer to your cunt. Until he suddenly pulled away, making you cry out at the loss of contact. 

"Be good for me and let me clean you first kitten." He whispered.

No other words were shared as you both rinsed and washed each other off before moving to the onsen.

"You know, I've always wanted to fuck you in a hot spring." Satoru smirked as you both dipped into the water. You sat on his lap and clasped your hands behind his neck, straddling him. His hands gripping either side of you waist tightly. 

"No I don't know." You turned away from him as you rested your head against his chest. He hummed. Both of you resting for a bit. You were both in the same state, antsy for action, but trying to enjoy the hot springs at the same time. 

For a while you both just stayed soaking in the hot water. Until you started grinding down against him. He just stared down at your figure. Breasts spilling against his chest, the slope of your s line with your ass under the water. But you refused to meet his eyes.

Satoru didn't really like that very much. He pinched your thigh hard. "Ow!,' you yelped. "Toru what was-" you finally turned to look up at him, but faltered and stopped moving. His eyes were bright and his expression dark. "I thought my baby was going to be good for me tonight. You don't wanna beg me later just to come right? Or does daddy have to make you do just that?"

As soon as he said the word daddy you felt your insides clench around nothing, thighs quivering. He looked down towards your body, grinning at your response. He pulled you out of the water, sitting down on the ground beside it. 

"Suck me off baby and I'll consider making you cum."

You crawled over on all fours towards him. You kissed him first, then trailed downwards, licking off the water and sweat on Satoru's abs and the outlines of his hard muscles. He groans while staring at you, pupils blown so wide his bright blue eyes actually look dark for once. 

You can see the carnal lust raging behind him as you squeeze your breasts together while kneeling and licking his abs. You leave small butterfly kisses as you slowly make your way down to his aching member.

But, he groans as you skip past it and suck love marks into his lower thighs. "Pumpkin, please -UNGH, p-please don't tease so much." Satoru groaned. You smirked up at him, meeting his eyes while sticking your tongue out and licking one of his balls. Sucking it into your mouth and covering it with your spit.

He reached down to lift your chin up, thumbing your lips as he watched the saliva trickle down down side of your mouth to his fingers. The current sight of you is so lewd and dirty that Satoru almost came on the spot right there. 

You decide to humor him and move to licking the head of his dick, while grabbing a hold of the base and slowly pumping it up and down. Satoru threw his head back. He looked up, seeing the night sky and the stars twinkling while feeling hot pleasure run through his body. He felt like he was floating.

You tried deepthroating all of him in one go, but he was just too big. "Baby, your mouth is too small for daddy's cock isn't it?". You whimpered in response. Trying to swallow as much of him as you can while using your hand for the remainder of his length.

Quiet mewls escaped the sides of your mouth as you opened your aching jaws wider. Tears started running down your face. You didn't stop as you relaxed your jaw and took more of him, swallowing what you can while pumping. He bucked up without warning, causing your gag reflex to react. Then he pulled you off.

"That's enough for now. I wanna make sure I stuff every bit of cum I have inside of your pussy baby." He pulled you up over him, this time with his back to the floor as he spoke. 

"Lemme eat you out, I've been waiting for this all day." He was salivating at the sight of your pussy, positioned in front of his face. You lowered yourself onto him slowly. Impatiently, he tugged you waist down, smashing your lower lips against his mouth. You let out a loud yelp followed by heavy breaths and mewls as he ate you out.

Thrusting his tongue in and out of your walls. He loved the taste of you, always thirsty for more. You tried to grind your pussy against his face. But he held your legs in place with one arm, wrapping around your behind. The other hand was playing with your clit. 

In no time at all you were sobbing and cumming all over his face. Satoru didn't spare you one second of rest. He pulled away and lined himself up, pushing into you during your orgasm. 

He immediately started fucking into you earnestly, grabbing a hold of your waist and lifting it to pull you on and off his cock. "Toru, it's too much for me, I can't-" You could barely get the words out of your mouth as you slurred them out with your eyes shut. 

"Yes you can. I know you can. Because you're made for me and only you can do a good job for me like this love." Satoru grunted as he pumped into you like there was no tomorrow. 

He loved it when your walls clenched and squeezed against him tightly. Especially when your whole body shook during an orgasm. Whenever you open your eyes all you can see are the stars blurring due to your movements. You both came like that, with your backs arching. His cock stayed hard, twitching as it spurted and filled you up. 

He suddenly felt the sensation of eyes on him. As the user of six eyes, his senses were wide alert at ALL times. He looked to the side of the wooden wall, and saw dark eyes staring back at him.

He didn't stop thrusting. You whined and mewled as you ground your hips against his. "Fuck, such a slut for me. Love it when you cry and make those noises babe. Just look at me. I won't look at any other person, man or woman. I'm yours as long as you're mine." He growled out.

He pulled out to reposition you. Dragging your body on top of his. Your back against his chest. "Daddy, I want you. I want more!" You whined out. You positioned his cock at your entrance.

"Daddy will give his baby what she wants. You've been so good to me after all love." He smirked inwardly pushed back upwards into you, thrusting at a fast pace. (Satoru chose the position because he knew you were both being watched. He loves to make other men so jealous of him having you).

You could only squeal and try to hold yourself up against him, putting your palms against the floor. But it was no use. He grabbed your thighs and kept fucking up harder and harder, making it hard for you to hold onto anything.

"Yes just like that baby. You're so good to me. You don't need to think. I'll make it so that you don't have to do anything else. You only need to feel my cock yeah? My doll is the best when she is crying on my cock." He moaned out. 

The man on the other side of the wall was joined by a few other men. Satoru used his ability to see through the wall following the movement of their cursed energy and saw that they were touching themselves to you.

"Daddy, please more. Daddyyy~" you were slipping further into subspace. Soon you couldn't speak clearly anymore. Just babbling nonsense while bouncing on Satoru's lap and staring hazily up at the sky.

"I think we have company." He laughed out. You snapped out of your haze to see peeking eyes behind the bamboo sticks. Satoru just thrusted harder. "Let's give them a show of their lifetime hmm? I spy old men wanting some action. But they won't be able to touch you baby."

He reached up with one hand to grope your breast and the other stayed below to play with your clit. Sex to him was almost like an art form. He knew exactly how to play with your body to bring you to your strongest orgasms. 

You tried to cover your body up but he pulled your arms away. "Don't run away baby, daddy's here to protect you. It will be okay."

At the end of the day you trusted him and his six eyes, so you let go. Pussy clenching harder at the thought of being watched by unknown strangers.

"That's it, my angel. So good for me. You're leaking far more than normal slut. You like it when people watch you get fucked?"

He reached up with his cum stained hand to spit into it. Then shoved his fingers in your mouth. You obediently suckled on and cleaned his fingers for him. He continued to grope you as he pounded away.

Satoru wasn't too worried about the spectators next door. He can see them clearly. Several middle aged men (probably sharing a larger room) messily jerking off to both of you. He saw the way their eyes travelled across your breasts and cunt, which was oozing with his cum.

He hit a hard deep spot inside of you which caused you to squirt hard, a large amount of liquid spraying out. Satoru quickly put his hands over your clit and furiously rubbed at it, wanting to prolong your squirting. You were crying out loud at this point. It was just music to his ears.

One man groaned out, causing you to tense and tighten and Satoru to moan out.

"You love putting a show on huh baby? We should do this more often if it gets you tighter and wetter around me." He snarked out while you drooled and asked for more.

He didn't stop thrusting until he came a few more times inside of you, changing positions.

The men watched as you rode him, your breasts bouncing up and down, while you placed your palms flat on Satoru's chest. They stared at the cum flowing out of your pussy, being fucked back into you by Satoru. The way you both groaned as you clamped down tight and milked his cock.

Soon you found yourself laying on your side with one leg up with Satoru spooning you from behind. What was frightening was his stamina and power. 

His thrusts never lost strength and soon you just felt like his cock was drilling a space inside of you, just for it. You felt so boneless in his hands when you both finished, laying down on your sides.

"Babe…. You okay? We need to clean up." Satoru whispered against your shoulder.

You could only mumble incoherent noises. Squeezing around his softening length, still plugged inside of you to keep his cum inside. 

Satoru gave out a soft sigh. Then gathered you into his arms and took you away from prying eyes. He just turned and smirked at them as he walked away with you, butt naked.

The watchers were disappointed that the show was over. Satoru then cleaned you both with the shower head in the washing area and wiped you down with soft towels.

You stayed silent the whole time. Your head felt like it was in the clouds. Just letting Satoru do his way with you like a doll. "You were really good for me tonight angel. Nobody else can touch you but me." He chuckled darkly.

You just listened to his simple commands such as putting your arms up when he dressed you in your nightgown. 'I always love fucking her dumb.' He smiled to himself as he settled you into his arms in bed. 

"Next time I'll be fucking you in the water." He whispered. He brought you closer to him, tucking your head against his neck. Kissing your forehead and patting you to put you to sleep. 

🎇🎇🎇

The next morning you were absolutely horrified to see people staring at you, when you both left your room to check out. 'I bet they heard us last night. And who were the ones peaking at us?!?!' you frightfully thought to yourself.

Satoru didn't really care. Smiling brightly at the attendants and thanking them for your amazing stay at the inn. 

"Toru I really enjoyed my stay, but it's hard to be happy now knowing that we did it at the expense of our neighbours stay." You whispered, hitting him. "Darling I'm pretty sure they enjoyed the show." He winked at you, shameless as ever.

Suffice to say, you decided not return to said hot springs for a while out of shame.

End notes: 🙈 this fic started because I just thought of Satoru's abs wet with steam and sweat but it evolved during the last edit. Hope you guys enjoyed! Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated 💜

All rights reserved to Limitlessgojo.

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and jack - using tanks to battle

requested: yes/no

this is part 11 to the great adventures series

it was now 5 am you had been on facetime with ranboo since he started streaming at 10 pm neither of you was going to sleep anytime soon

“isn’t it like 5 am for you”

“trying to get rid of me then”

“no no no soon enough I’m going to be stuck with you pretty much 24/7”

“heh? aren’t you staying with tubbo when you come to the UK?”

you watched his face turn red thinking that he had said something that he wasn’t supposed to tell you it was only when he looked up to see you with your head tilted he realised you weren’t aware of what was going to happen in the following weeks

“I will tackle you in the middle of the airport if you don’t tell me what you tubbo and lani mean when you all make comments about me constantly being around yous”

“I cannot wait to see you try”

“I'm blocking you”

hours passed and it was now time for you to get ready to go meet the others you left your phone on your bed whilst you went to get ready by the time you returned ranboo had fallen asleep

“goodnight boo not long now till you’re in the UK, you’re asleep I’m talking to myself goodnight”

since your parents had to go to work they offered to drop you off on the way, the journey to meet the others was pretty uneventful you just spent the time talking about how streaming was going and future plans. that was until your parents mentioned ranboo was flying over soon

“your friend is flying over soon right?”

“ranboo oh yeah yeah he gets here on 26th as far as I’m aware i’m going to tackle him in the middle of the airport”

“great great you’re going with tubbo to meet him, do you know how long you’re going to be out”

“..no why? shouldn’t be too long”

“don’t worry about it darling we’re here now oh look here comes tubbo”

as soon as the car stopped you laughed as you noticed in the corner of your eye tubbo running towards the car you said your goodbyes as you got out of the car and was instantly pulled away by tubbo

“oh oh okay tubbo I think I can walk on my own bud”

tubbo completely ignored every word you had just said and continued leading the way to the others where you were met by Tommy shouting about tanks and jack pretending not to know Tommy.

the four of you went to get ready, a simple enough task or so you thought as when you looked up you noticed Tommy was putting the outfit on the wrong way around

“Are you sure it’s safe for Tommy to drive a tank..”

“help me then”

“no”

a few minutes later the four of you were now equipped with your rather baggy army uniform safe to say if it started to rain you'd have to deal with getting wet as if you put the hood up it would cover your eyes taking away your eyesight which is unsurprisingly important since you were about to drive a tank for the first time. as soon as you all thought you were ready to go to the tanks tubbo announced that although it’s a bad time he needs to go to the toilet

“he’s fucking waddling”

“y/n be nice to your best friend”

you stood laughing to yourself as Tommy was arguing with Jack about how he’s your best friend, not tubbo.

“believe it or not I’m their best friend”

“elaborate on that”

“no”

“i’d argue ranboos their best friend”

halfway through their ‘argument’ tubbo came back and rested his head on your shoulder making you jump

“you're so tiny”

“I beg your pardon tubso”

the worker came over taking you all to the tank you would be driving putting Tommy and jacks argument on hold, for the time being, you were honestly so excited to drive a tank but you were also nervous as you weren’t exactly a great driver

“y/n doesn’t have a license can I get out the tank when it’s their turn”

“you crashed your parents' car fuck off”

before you all got in you were informed that the tank wasn’t designed to take you on adventures so you were probably going to get injured

“great cant wait in you go Tommy”

Tommy got in first followed by you then tubbo and jack

“draw me like one of your beautiful tank girls”

“I failed GCSE art”

“HOW”

“that my friend is a story for another night”

now this tank wasn’t designed so three of you could look out from the top of the tank so you did what every sensible person would do in a tank…you sat on the floor next to tubbo whilst he annoyed jack by touching his face

“y/n you okay down there”

“having the time of my life”

you could hear Tommy revving the tank and from then you could just tell you were going to leave the tank covered in bruises. you sat talking to tubbo and jack who were talking louder than usual just so you could join in the conversation. not seeing what was happening made the tank ride interesting, to say the least. one minute you were messing with tubbos shoelaces the next minute you heard three boys yelling that there was a cow in the middle of the road. it was now tubbos turn to drive and rather than letting you stay with the others he dragged you with him

“you’re driving next may as well stay with me”

“Please don’t crash I will get injured”

“to be fair y/n I didn’t plan on it”

you sat near tubbo watching him drive the tank occasionally yelling words of encouragement at him for your own entertainment and totally not to your surprise he was actually doing a decent job, he didn’t crash, the tank was going quicker and the ride wasn’t as bumpy then tubbo stalled, you could hear Tommy and jack yelling at tubbo to do more killing. you laughed as tubbo would look at the worker then at you not knowing what to do

“Are you ready to drive y/n”

“I guess so”

you and tubbo swapped places and you began to drive like your good friend tubbo you were decent at driving as you managed to pick up some speed along with many comments from jack and Tommy about how bumpy the ride was alongside tubbo yelling at you that you were going to be responsible for the bruises on his arms and legs

“tubbo stop being dramatic it’s not my fault the road is bumpy”

“Y/N I'M NOT”

“Okay then you’re responsible for the bruises on my arms and legs because you decided to stall”

It was now jacks turn you sat next to tubbo where you and Tommy argued that you didn’t like how Minecraft split the caves and cliffs update into two parts

“IT SAID CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE AND IT DIDN'T ADD CAVES AND CLIFFS UPDATE”

“you're such a tory y/n agrees with me”

“NO I DON'T I WANTED TO EXPLORE PRETTY CAVES NOT GET CHUCKED OFF OF A CLIFF BY A GOAT”

the three of you continued arguing your points before jack interrupted you all

“we’re talking about the new Minecraft update…because it was you we weren’t really paying attention”

“I DROVE BETTER THAN ALL THREE OF YOU”

“but no you didn’t”

“YOU'RE A PRICK MANIFOLD”

before Jack could answer Tommy began ranting about the update again before being once again interrupted by jack telling him you were about to shoot things and then go up against a tank that was miles better than the one you were all in, the one thing they didn’t know is you would be going with the boss against them just so you could actually have a role in the mini battle rather than just sitting there. you stood shaking your head as Tommy and tubbo made jokes about the balls you were all given

“say it”

“I like balls”

“jack they’re talking about balls…again”

Tommy was first to shoot whilst you and tubbo stood telling jack that the two of you would be the reason you win the battle against the boss, jack went up next and you both were telling Tommy that you weren’t scared of the boss after the last bit of practice you all went back to reception with the worker where he announced the roles you were all going to have

“so my aimer loader and driver”

“Are we allowed to ram tanks”

“no”

jack was the first to realise you hadn’t received a role for the fight against the boss and spoke up about it making tubbo and Tommy realise you did in fact not receive a role

“wait what about y/n they didn’t receive a role”

the worker just nodded at the four of you confusing the hell out of the others while you stood looking around the room to avoid laughing, you didn’t want the others to know so said you’d be back later you just needed to go to the bathroom. rather than going to the bathroom you went off to meet the boss before the others and decided what role you were going to have.

after discussing what role you were going to have the pair of you went back to meet the worker to let him know you have a plan

“LOOK ITS THE BOSS”

“…and y/n”

“oh now we’re losing”

the worker went up to their table to create a plan, once you watched the worker walk away you made your way over to the table they moved to where Tommy was having a ‘date’ with a mannequin

“Woah am I interrupting something”

“I'm on a date y/n”

“y/n you really had to leave me with tubbo and Tommy”

you whispered that you were sorry so Tommy and tubbo couldn’t hear then turned your attention back towards Tommy’s date which wasn’t going very well as Tommy accidentally pulled the wig off of one of the mannequins only to find out that his ‘date’ was also wearing a wig.

it was now time for the battle clearly best friends think alike as you and tubbo both had the role of driver. you and the boss made a strong team and you surprisingly got along well with each other which made teamwork easy making you more of a challenge for Tommy’s team

“yooo this is amazing”

“you’re doing great y/n”

as soon as the boss made the final shot you cheered

“do you think we won then y/n”

“I'm not sure they did put up a good fight”

“come on let’s head back so you can be with your friends again”

the pair of you made it back after thanking him you ran to tubbo, who for some reason was on the floor, and tackled him into a hug before sitting next to him

“AH FUCK”

“HI TUBSO WHY ARE YOU IN THE MUD”

“BECAUSE WE WON”

“mhm sure”

“What role did you have y/n”

“driver”

“NO WAY ME TOO”

your celebration was short-lived as Tommy decided to chuck mud at the pair of you yelling catch when it was far too late to react, you both looked at each other nodded at chucked mud back at him and jack

“ayo we hit him”

after playing in the mud with tubbo for a while jack called you both over to hear the scores and find out who won

“Why do you both have smiley faces on your face”

“y/n used mud to draw a smiley face on my cheek so I got revenge”

in the end, Tommy's team got 10 and began celebrating that they had won

“the boss and y/n got 11”

“LETS GOOOOO”

after bragging about your win you and tubbo ran off throwing mud at each other and Tommy whilst Tommy and jack bickered about who made them lose a few moments later you and tubbo looked up to see Tommy running past you both

“I don't think he's taking the news well”

you all made your way back to the car park Tommy and jack left together tubbo stayed with you waiting for your parents to pick you up on their way back home.

“you could just stay the night at mine..we could stream for a little while I’m sure you’ve left something that you can wear for the night and tomorrow and to be fair you stay at mine all the time”

“yeah I probably do I’ll call them on the way back to yours”

“come on let’s go home”

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