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txmxkis · 3 months

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can't take my eyes off you

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1236........

warnings. HIGHLY self indulgent as usual, basically self ship coded but hopefully still entertaining and relatable, reader has confidence/self worth issues, sappy af, almost certainly has grammar mistakes

a/n. based on me hating being photographed irl. also why is writing so fun but so scary. TENSES ARE SO HARD

“tetsurou. if you take one more goddamn picture of me, i swear i’ll—"

the sound of his phone camera capturing a picture cuts you off mid sentence, followed immediately by your huff of frustration.

"you'll what, hmm? you don't scare me."

he flashed you a big cheesy grin, all the while still pointing the camera at you. you scowl at him, ready to risk it all and attempt a lunge at his phone in order to stop this madness.

you hated having your picture taken and he knew it, but for some reason he chose to ignore that fact, as if possessed by the need to piss you off. he could be really good at that when he wanted to be.

as soon as you initiated your plan of attack, your hand getting tantalizingly close to the offending device, he pulled it just out of reach. hopelessly, you flopped back onto the bed, groaning in frustration.

“why do you hate me."

“now now. would my camera roll be full of someone i hate?"

“if you were planning to kill me, yea. besides, i dont think having hideous pictures of me is exactly helping your argument.”

he just rolled his eyes in response.

you heard the shutter sound once more while your defenses were down. the last straw.

before he had time to react, you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your head with it, holding on tightly so that he couldn't expose you to humiliation all over again. you probably had a better chance of ruining his plans by hiding than by trying to overpower him anyway.

“hey! get back here!"

his attempts to uncover you were met with shrieks of protest and a tightened clutch on the blanket. not to mention a few wild jabs of your limbs into the air, which if he hadn't so skillfully dodged, might have hurt just a little.

“fine. time for me to look through these and admire the fruits of my labor."

you cringed at the thought of how the pictures looked. how you looked. most of them were probably blurry anyways because of the thrashing that you were doing to escape the lense, thank god.

maybe you could persuade him to get rid of them. maybe you could sneak into his phone later and delete them yourself. maybe—

“you're beautiful, you know."

all thoughts of treachery came to a screeching halt. after sitting there with your mouth open in shock for a good few seconds, you shook your head, moving the blanket with it.

“nuh uh."

“yuh huh."

“nope."

“without doubt."

his tone of finality made you want to scream your throat sore, but instead you lay there quietly, silently disagreeing with him again.

it was relatively quiet for far too long after that, with quiet cackles drifting over from the other side of the bed being the only sound you could hear from underneath your shield. presumably brought on by pictures that were extra stupid. not to mention revolting.

your thoughts were spiralling right along with your mood now, eyes almost welling up with tears, but you stubbornly pushed them back. it seemed ridiculous to get this worked up over something that wasn't necessarily that serious. kuroo was just trying to be playful and you knew that. it was hard not to feel this way, though, especially when it came to something that was such a big insecurity.

he sighed loudly, snapping you out of your head momentarily.

“can you please come out from under there? i swear the camera's not open. i put the phone down and everything.”

“liar."

“am not! i just wanna see your pretty face with my own eyes now."

you grumbled a weak protest before relenting.

“fine. but i swear if you—"

“would you just hurry up already."

“oh my god, alright."

you slowly pulled the blanket from your face, and you could see that he was telling the truth. for now at least. he was lying there right next to you, already staring, as if straight into your soul. god, you wanted to shrivel up and disappear immediately.

“it's rude to stare, you know."

“don’t care."

you felt so awkward and exposed, and the only thought in your mind now was getting out of this conversation.

you started to try and untangle yourself from the blankets and get up out of the bed, only to feel your own arm being pulled out from under you. falling back next to kuroo, you covered your face and made a noise of frustration.

the first thing you saw after pulling your hands from your face again were those amber eyes still fixed on you, a slight grin on that smackable face.

“ummmm, hello? can I leave?"

he shrugged.

“you can do whatever you want."

you tried to sit up and leave again, only to be pulled right back down next to him a second time.

“i- what's happening right now?”

“good question. i changed my mind, you don't get to leave anymore.”

you masked your face with a deadpan expression, only because you were desperately trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing you crack a smile.

“are you serious right now?"

“as the plague."

at that, you couldn't help but snort.

“and why is it that you're trapping me here?"

“i decided that you have to lie here and listen to me tell you why you're amazing."

“yea, sure, whatever you say."

“i really can make you a list if you want. although i think it would take less time to make a list of reasons why i don't like you."

“i pick that one."

“ha! nice try. hmm, now let's see... you're endlessly stubborn. quiet and standoffish with most people.”

you raised an eyebrow. maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.

“though still kind to everyone who deserves it. alluring. determined. passionate even when it's hard. you care so much that it's scary sometimes. ”

you avoided eye contact. okay. at this point you were starting to feel far too exposed again.

"you try way too hard to keep people at arm's length, but if they're lucky enough to be loved by you, they're taken care of whenever, wherever. you're smart, even if you don't think it's true. stunning as well as irresistible.”

when he said that, he caressed your cheek while you basically became one with the mattress.

“and so independent that it feels like you don't need me around sometimes. but also soft and gentle and giving.”

his voice had dropped almost to a whisper when he spoke those last words. at this point, your face was nearly burning off. you were almost sure that he could feel the heat radiating from you.

“okay, okay—"

“and, oh yea, did i mention beautiful? enough to be my wallpaper."

he picked up his phone and flashed it at you, a slightly blurry picture from not twenty minutes before illuminating the screen. you could tell he was proud of himself from the smug grin stretched across his face.

“you're an ass."

“come onnnnn, you love me, admit it.“

right then, your chest swelled with affection for him, so much that it felt like you could suffocate. still, you paused just long enough for him to start acting offended, before smiling softly and speaking quietly.

“yea, i really do. thank you, tetsurou.”

thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

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scuttlingcrab · 4 months

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The Stranger

A little piece through the POV of my favourite devil, Raphael.

Bored at a party, Raphael seeks a delicious new soul.

Mortals. So tiresome.

Raphael sighed as he played with the golden chalice between his fingers, twirling the stem before taking a long sip of wine. He sat in the corner of the politician’s great hall, observing the ludicrous banquet before him. He lost count of how many of these wretched dinners he’s had to attend. Keeping up appearances. And for what? Silly little souls that didn’t amount to anything.

His eyes slowly moved across the candle lit scene before him. A gaggle of the city-state’s most famous high ranking officials flooded the room, indulging themselves in the overflowing barrels of wine, rich sweets, and succulent meats stacked to the ceiling. Dukes, Duchesses, City Officers… fools, the lot of them.

The air was buzzing with slimy scheming and whispers of menacing manipulations, the rank smell of lust lingering above the heads of the guests. A gaudy band occupied the other end of the room, a bard sang a flat tune at the top of their lungs that made even Raphael’s skin crawl.

He unfortunately knew everyone, their deepest darkest secrets, what fuelled their nightmares, what got their lips salivating. He couldn’t escape the desperation. There were more important things to attend to. The Crown. His plans. And yet… here he was. Another wasted evening in Baldur’s Gate.

A fat faced Duke approached Raphael, about to burst from the seams as he bowed, muttering some pleasantries.

Ah, Alistair. Signing your eldest away to relieve those crippling debts. How original. Raphael clenched his teeth as he bowed in return.

“How are your accounts as of late, Alistair? Plentiful I hope.” Raphael grinned.

The Duke blushed and quickly nodded, his sagging cheeks swung along with the movement. He whispered a messy thank you before disappearing back into the crowd.

Raphael snickered to himself. Imbecile.

His eyes soon stopped, fixating on a woman he didn’t recognise. Raphael nearly missed her, she seemed to blend into the shadows. Her face was long and pale, her auburn hair loose and flowing to her thin waist. She was dressed eloquently but like her face, the design was plain. Her brows furrowed as those dark eyes darted across the room like search lights, until locking eyes with Raphael.

Raphael’s eyes twinkled, his grasp on the chalice tightening. The woman’s expression didn’t change as they stared at each other. What a curious new creature.

Their moment was interrupted when a large man approached the woman. He swayed, leaning a hand on the wall to balance himself. He took his other hand and grabbed the woman’s cheeks, pushing her head against the wall. The man’s face grew redder as he shouted at her. Whatever he was expressing, it was inaudible over the idle party chatter and the bard’s horrendous music.

The man took the woman by the hair and pulled her out of the room, causing a riptide to tear through the other party guests. None of them seemed to care about the lovers quarrel, as the hole the man created soon filled back up again.

Raphael finished the last of his wine, placing the empty chalice on the table before slithering through the crowd, a slight pep in his step. Alas… some fun.

Raphael’s feet floated over the dark marble tiles, his pulse quickened, excited about what he might find ahead of him. The castle halls grew quieter the further he slinked away from the banquet. Finally free of that Bard’s vile performance. He really did need to take care of that so-called musician.

The quiet didn’t last long however, the angry man’s shouts now reverberated through the passageway.

“Yo-you’re g… go… going to w-w-ish you were ne-never born after th-this…I wi-will kill yo-u AND you-you’re bloody family!” The man bellowed, his slurred speech barely comprehensible.

“Yoland! Stop this madness, pl–” The woman’s pleas were interrupted as she screamed out in pain.

The shouts muffled and Raphael slowed his pace, keeping to the shadows. Ahead he watched as the man called Yoland kicked open the doors to the Duke’s library and threw the woman inside. Yoland stumbled in after her.

Raphael crept, peeking in through the open doorway. Yoland had the woman pinned up against a bookshelf, holding her by the throat. She squirmed in his arms.

“You b…bel-belong to ME!” Yoland hissed.

The woman reached behind her, desperately trying to grab on to a book, to something. She managed to grab a small bust of the Duke, slamming it against Yoland's face. Yoland released her and clutched his head. The woman fell to her knees, gasping for air. She quickly crawled away but Yoland lunged after her. The two wrestled each other on the floor until Yoland was on top, ripping at her dress and pulling at her hair.

“NO!” The woman shouted and lifted a leg into the air, clawing for her right boot. Raphael raised an eyebrow. Clever girl, no need to intervene after all.

She struggled to pull out a small dagger hidden deep in her boot, nearly losing her grip on the hilt as she dug it into the back of Yoland. He screamed in agony and attacked her harder, hitting her head against the floor. She stabbed again and again and again until Yoland's movements slowed and he soon quieted, dying on top of her with a demeaning grunt.

The woman whimpered as she lay under the corpse. It took her a few minutes but she managed to wiggle her way out from under him, still clinging on to the dagger. She rose to her feet, standing over the corpse.

Raphael straightened his posture, running his fingers through his hair to check all was in order. Showtime.

“My, my… what have we here?”

The woman spun around, her hand shook like a twig caught in a tempest as she held the bloody dagger at Raphael.

“Surely you aren’t going to use that on me?”

She backed away but stumbled over the corpse. She fell on her backside and the dagger flew from her hands, sliding near Raphael’s feet.

“Tut tut, I come as a friend, not an enemy.” Raphael took a step forward, he held his right hand to his heart, pledging his allegiance.

“Who are you? One of Yoland's bloody goons?”

Raphael couldn’t help but laugh. Rather loudly.

“Oh, oh my dear, I am sorry. Please excuse the rudeness. This is unbecoming of me. Too heavy on the wine this evening.” Raphael cleared his throat. “No, no, my dear, my name is Raphael. And I am very much at your service.”

Raphael bowed. He paused before taking a step to retrieve the dagger. He heard the woman’s heart stop beating as she held her breath, her eyes growing wider. She grabbed a thick book and held it in front of her like a shield. Raphael knelt down, slowly, as if he was approaching a rabid animal. He turned the blade around in his hands, so that the hilt now faced the woman.

“Please… I insist.”

She remained silent. Despite Raphel’s kind gesture, she moved further away from him until her back hit against the far bookshelf.

“What do you want?” She asked.

Raphael looked down at the large corpse in the room, the pool of blood getting closer to his pointed leather boots.

“This Yoland is going to be missed, surely. His friends, or what did you call them? Goons? Yes, his goons will be coming soon. How will you manage?”

The woman swallowed, staring intensely at Raphael. Her hair was dishevelled now, half of her face covered in blood and her dress nearly ripped in two. How delicious. Like a direwolf backed into a corner. He could smell the rich fear oozing from his new prey. He was so close. Just a little more patience. He could wait, especially after such a drab evening.

“What do you suggest then?”

“I’m only a passerby, my dear, helping a lost soul in need of some help.”

Raphael placed the dagger on the floor and snapped his fingers. A burst of flame revealed a silk handkerchief in his hands. He carefully removed the blood from his fingertips, going over every inch of his palm, careful not to miss a spot. He snapped his fingers again and the handkerchief disappeared.

“A… warlock?”

“No, no my dear, I’m something far better than that.”

Shouts soon came from the hallway, multiple gruff voices calling out for Yoland. Raphael and the woman continued to stare at each other as the echoes got louder, the words becoming more coherent.

“Tick, tock, my dear. The goons fast approach.”

Rapheal extended his hand once more. The woman paused before accepting Raphael’s invitation. Raphael’s lips curled into a cheeky smile as he looked deep into her eyes.

“That will do. Thank you.”

The instant their hands touched, Raphael snapped his fingers and the two were engulfed in a warm, welcoming inferno. It was only for an instant but the flames dropped like a curtain revealing his central chamber. He stepped away from the woman and approached a roaring fireplace, standing beneath a portrait. He turned to face her with a grin, lifting his hand in a sweeping gesture, indicating the walls around him.

“Welcome, my dear, to the House of Hope!”

The empty chamber echoed his welcoming words. The room was spotless, the table neatly filled with a variety of food and drink, to ease the tension of any weary guest. Yes, less opulent than the banquet this evening but far better in quality.

The woman took a moment to balance herself, leaning against the table. Her cheeks were flushed and a gloss of sweat covered her forehead. She surveyed her surroundings and her eyes darted to the painting behind Raphael.

"Ah, the painting. Yes, my dear, I had it commisioned many moons ago. One of my favourite pieces yet." Raphael turned to admire it as well, placing a proud hand on his hip before turning his attention back to the woman.

The woman’s grip on the table tightened. Her eyes darted over the glistening horns, the massive wings, and the sharp claws of the painting’s subject. She looked at Raphael in horror and then back at the painting again, looking at the flames lapping around the Devil depicted in the artwork.

“Yo… you…”

The woman collapsed. Before her body could hit the floor, Raphael snapped his fingers and the woman dangled inches from the ground, her knotted hair softly grazing his polished floors.

Raphael flicked his wrists and the woman flew into his arms.

Must be the heat. Raphael smirked as he delicately carried his new creature across the chamber to a large chaise lounge. He lowered her slowly into a comfortable position, eyeing her hungrily.

"And you didn't even tell me your name. No matter, my sweet, I shall find out soon enough." Indeed, the Devil looked forward to hearing what she had to offer.

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weemsfreak · 1 year

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The Rave'N - NSFW

Larissa Weems x fReader one shot ~4k words

Reader attends their first Rave'N dance and flirts with the hot principal. (I really don't like writing this stuff with students, but it was the only way it would work, it's self indulgent for me lol)

Warnings: dom Rissa sub reader, smut, cunnilingus, etc, reader is 22

Tonight was the night of the Rave 'N dance. You've been a student at Nevermore for two years now, but you didn't attend the dance last year because you didn't have a date. This year, you still didn't have a date, but you no longer cared, you didn’t need one. You came out this year after coming to terms with the fact that you liked girls, but you only had a few friends here at school. You were part of the older student cohort. There was a group of you who, for whatever reason, didn't finish school by the time you were 18. Your reason was that you missed out on a few years due to troubles with your ability and personal reasons. You were now 22 and still in high school, but luckily Nevermore didn't discriminate against anyone.

You were standing in the mirror wearing your new cream colored suit, something you never had the confidence to wear before. You did your makeup darker than usual and straightened your hair, something you didn’t do often as your hair was naturally curly. You were excited, giddy even to go to the dance tonight because although you had no date, you knew a certain headmistress would be there. You made your way to your friends room where you all played drinking games until it was time for the dance.

As you entered the dance hall, the principal was there to greet the students. "Welcome to the Rave' N" she smiled big and spoke in the sweetest tone you've ever heard come out of her mouth. She looked stunning. Her silver dress and diamond necklace fit her like a glove, just like the elegant ones she was wearing. She stopped you and looked you up and down before she said "My, my Y/N, that suit looks marvellous on you." Despite being drunk, all you could muster was a quiet thank you as a blush took over your face. You followed your friends to the dance floor, mad at yourself for not being able to say anything more clever to the older woman. After dancing for awhile, you and your friends made your way over to the punch bowl. You took a drink of punch, this definitely was not spiked. You and your friends were old enough to drink, so you usually bought alcohol for the younger students. Tonight, your friend wanted to rebel and planned to spike the punch. You offered to go distract the headmistress while they did so.

You spotted her in the corner alone and walked over to her. Knowing that you had to distract her, you mustered enough courage to say something more than you did before. "Good evening Principal Weems, you look gorgeous tonight." She smiled down at you, "Thank you Y/N, did I tell you how much I love that suit on you?" You giggled, "Yes, you did." It was silent for a minute, and you saw her eyes start to wander around the room. Panicking, you came up with "The decorations look amazing, did you do all this yourself?" "Oh of course not" she chuckled, laying her hand on your arm. "Y/N, why are you here talking to little old me, go have fun with your date" she smiled. You blushed again, she wasn't little, and she wasn't old. "I don't have a date Principal Weems, and I thought you could use some company." Her smile faded as you confessed this to her. You didn't know if she was disappointed that you didn't have a date, or because she was lonely, and you noticed. You looked over at your friends as they were beckoning you back to them. "I guess I have to go, it's always nice to talk with you Principal Weems" you smiled at her as you walked off.

Your friend passed you a glass of punch and you all made your way to the dance floor. As you were dancing, you kept peeking over to where the principal was. After some time had passed, she hadn't moved from that corner, and only one person went over to talk with her that you had noticed. As you made your way to get another drink, you looked over to her and caught her already looking your way. You smiled and gave her a wink before you emerged back onto the dance floor. You felt bad, you really wanted to bring her some punch, but if you did she would surely taste the alcohol.

You and your friend Allie were screaming to a throwback song "The club can't even handle me right now" and you were having the time of your life. You jumped around to the music with your hands in the air. When you were caught off guard, Allie grabbed your face and gave you a lingering kiss, a friendly caught up in the moment kiss, you presumed. Honestly, you didn't care. That was until you realized that if the principal saw, she would probably be angry about PDA at a school event. Your eyes scanned over to her again, and she gave you a sly grin before she lifted her hand and made a 'come here' action with her finger.

Nervously, you made your way back over to the principal. She narrowed her eyes, "Y/N, I have a question for you." "Sure Principal Weems" you stated, looking at the ground. She put her finger under your chin and lifted it so you would meet her gaze. "Are you intoxicated?" You froze, stuttering out a "No, no, uh- why would you say that?" "Oh, you just seem more care free tonight where you're usually more reserved. Might I even say, flirty?" You smiled a smile that told her you were embarrassed, and she knew that she was right. "Y/N this is a school event, you know I can’t condone that." You nodded your head, you had been caught. "I'm sorry Principal Weems. Can we wait until tomorrow to discuss my punishment?" She paused for a moment before coming back with "No. I want you in my office when the dance is over." Ugh, why had your friends not been caught? Did she know that they were drunk too? In their defence, they weren't flirting with the principal like you were. "I will see you then" you mumbled before making your way back to the dance floor.

You decided to leave the dance before it was over to have some time to yourself. You made your way to her office when you thought the dance would be ending. You knocked on her door and got no response, so you sat outside of her office to wait. After half an hour, you wondered what was taking her so long. Maybe she forgot she asked you to meet her? Just as you thought this, she strutted up the hall looking as angry as you've ever seen her, almost. You stood up and took in her image. She was covered in red. Blood? You didn’t know. What you did know though, was that her white hair and white skin and silver dress and jewellery were no longer pristine. Your mouth dropped open. "What the hell happened to you?" you questioned, forgetting yourself. She said nothing to you and unlocked her office door, stepping in. You followed her in and she stood before you. "I see you must have left the dance early." Her tone was soft, disappointed, almost sad. You thought she would've been angry. "Yes I, I left just before the last couple songs." She turned around so you couldn't see her face. "Well, that was a good move. Somebody thought it would be hilarious to fill the fire sprinklers with, I don’t know, I think it's red paint." You were stunned, too stunned to speak. What kind of lousy prank was that? Just a shit ton of clean up and clothing ruined that was. "Y/N I have to deal with this, you are free of any punishment, I don’t care anymore." As she said this, you watched her bring a hand up to her head in disappointment. You felt bad to leave her like this, alone to deal with the aftermath of students. You thought that spiking the punch would be the worst thing that she may have had to deal with tonight, if she found out. "Can I help you get cleaned up?" She turned to look at you, a confused look on her face. Realizing that probably didn't sound very innocent, you stuttered out a "I mean your hair, it might take a lot to get the red out since it’s so light, maybe you need help?" She kept your gaze and thought for a moment before looking you over and then at the floor. "Yes, please."

You were in her bathroom as she same in wearing satin pajamas and carrying an old t-shirt. "Put this on, I don’t want you getting that nice suit all red paint." She threw it to you and left, letting you change. You put on her shirt and took off your pants. You thought it would be fine as you were wearing boxers underneath. The principal came back in and sat at the sink, grabbing a cloth, she started wiping the paint from her neck and chest. You grabbed her makeup wipes and took a few out before gesturing to her red stained face, "May I?" She nodded her head in approval before turning to you. You wiped the paint off of her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. You got a clean wipe and ran it over her eyes and eyebrows, removing her makeup. You brought a hand up to her chin as you bent down to wipe the red from her lips, looking into her eyes as you finished. This was the first time you saw her without makeup and the blonde of her eyelashes and brows made you smile. Turning her around, you started taking the pins out of her hair. There was so much red paint it in, you were worried it might stain. As you took the pins out, her hair slowly fell down beneath her shoulders and you gasped quietly at how long it really was. As you washed her hair in the sink, you tried your best to get the red out. Surprisingly, it came out easier than expected. "Oh good news, the red is coming out pretty good, no stains" you quipped, glad that her beautiful hair wasn't temporarily ruined. She smiled and hummed at you, she wasn't saying much. When you were done with her hair, you giggled as you noticed her ears. "What?" she stated in a worried tone. "You have red all in your ears" you smiled, grabbing a wipe and cleaning them up. As you leaned over her to clean the other ear, you made eye contact with her by accident. You were trying not to look at her as you were so close to her face. When you did, she looked lovingly into your eyes and gave you a smile. You froze again, her eyes were so piercing it made you shiver. Standing up you backed away, "All clean now!" She turned to look at herself in the mirror and was met with soaked hair and a pale face, no trace of red left. "All clean now" she said in a rather depressing tone.

She got up and walked out of the bathroom, beckoning you to follow her. You slipped on your white pants and followed her as she made her way back to her office. "Would you like some wine Y/N?" You stood there confused, was this a trick? She saw the look on your face and sighed. "I know, I know, you're not supposed to be drinking at school events, but you are of age, and I could use one myself." You chuckled at her turn of thinking, "I would love some."

You both sat on her couch in front of the warm fire. You watched her as the flames illuminated her beautiful features, the heat slowly drying her wavy hair. "So, Allie seems to like you" she stated, looking at you and raising one eyebrow. You thought about this for a second before you burst out laughing. Allie was sweet, and hot, no doubt, but she was your best friend, and she wasn't your type. "Allie likes me as a friend, yes." The principal narrowed her eyes at you, her expression questioning your statement. "You think she likes me just because she kissed me?" you questioned, surprised at her judgement. "Well, I mean, she doesn't not like you." You pondered for a minute, that was true. "Yea well, I love her but she's not my type." You looked to the fire, unbelieving that you were having this conversation with the principal. Actually, you were having wine with the principal, after you removed her makeup, and washed her hair. What the hell was happening? Where did this luck you were having come from? "So what is your type? Do you not like girls?" You looked at her and tilted your head, why was she so interested in you? "I mean, I like girls, yes. I just don't like her." Of course you couldn’t tell her your type, what were you supposed to say? I like older educated woman because I have mommy issues? No, you wouldn't be saying that. She stared through your soul as she lowered her voice, "Okay, well, do you like anyone?" You downed your wine, you didn't want to tell her. She was consistent, pushy, dominant and demanding, yet sweet. She was exactly your type. You laughed and shook your head at the thought of this, stopping yourself when you realized that she could hear you. "What?" she chuckled. "Ugh I just, I can't tell you who I like or what my type is. Why do you care anyway?" She frowned and looked away from you, taking a drink of her wine. You thought that you messed up. When she looked back at you, a grin appeared on her face, she had figured you out. "You won’t tell me your type because I'm your type, right?" Your jaw dropped open, how did she know? Was she just testing you? Either way, you decided to give in. "Principal Weems of course you are, but does it matter?" you asked with a sarcastic chuckle. She put down her wine and raised a hand to grab at your shirt, pulling you closer to her. "Put on your suit" she demanded, and you stood up to do as she said. You were really confused, was she angry and kicking you out? Did you go too far? She was the one prodding at you. Now wearing your suit again, she pulled you between her legs and took your waist in her hands. "Do you think I'm attractive, Y/N?" You opened your mouth, knowing perfectly how to answer that, but not wanting to. You stuttered, "I uh- I mean, I think you're beautiful Principal Weems." She smirked as she purred "I always adored women who wear suits, especially those who like older women." You stared back at her, blinking, you had nothing to say. Principal Weems liked women too? "Y/N, I want to kiss you, touch you, do you consent to that? If not, you can go and we will pretend nothing tonight ever happened." You felt your breathing pick up, was this a dream? Of course you wanted that, but it was wrong. Staring at her, she saw your dilemma. She sighed, "No worries darling, please forget this happened." You froze in place as you thought about it, you couldn't let this opportunity pass.

Grabbing her pajamas with one hand and her face with the other, you lowered yourself down to meet her and your lips crashed into hers in a passionate and needy kiss. She was soft and sweet, the taste of wine on her tongue eliciting a rather needy moan from you. "Larissa" you muttered against her lips. "Do you need me, love?" she whispered against you. "I need you, I need you so bad." "Get on your knees" she commanded, and you were on the floor in a second. She stood up and placed her hand on your shoulder before she walked around you, admiring you on your knees. As she landed in front of you again she cooed "You look so pretty on your knees for me, love." You looked up to meet her eyes, she stared down at you with hunger and licked her bottom lip. "Mommy?" you whimpered as you reached out to grasp at her thighs. She backed away, "Did I say you could touch? Don't you want to be good for mommy?" You nodded your head at her as you sucked in a breath. "Then tell me, what is one of your favorite things about mommy?" You thought for a second, you loved way too many things about her. Her being dominant was one of them. "I love- your voice" you basically moaned out, thinking about how she would sound being pleasured. She took off her pajama pants in a hurry and you were stunned silent. Her aching core was right in front of you, she was wearing no panties. You bit your lip as you stared wide eyed, what a lovely surprise. "Would you like to hear mommy sweetheart? Would you like to make her feel good?" Her voice was so seductive. You couldn't believe she wanted you, of all people. "Yes, please mommy" you almost cried out. She opened her legs and stepped over you so that she was right above your face. You giggled as you thought about her being the perfect height to hover over you as you kneeled. You wrapped your hands around her thighs and waited for her command. "Go ahead darling." You eagerly licked up her core as the sweet taste of her met your tongue. "Fuck" you muttered, you never experienced this before. You ran your tongue along her before settling at her clit. She started producing heavenly soft moans, and you hoped you were doing it right. She brought her hand to your head pushing you closer to her and you flattened your tongue against her clit. "Oh god baby, keep doing that" she moaned. This made you open your legs and buck your hips, sadly against nothing. As her moans got louder you picked up your pace, this in turn making you moan against her. As you did the older woman bucked her hips against you erratically and let out a loud moan of your name. You licked her clean before she stepped away from you.

She grabbed your chin and guided you to stand, capturing your lips in hers again. You tangled your hands in her hair as she kissed you, you couldn't help the whimpers escaping you. "You did so, so good baby. Now, I want you to strip for me." She sat down on the couch and you realized you weren't wearing anything besides your pants, bra and jacket. No dress shirt, no tie, just a white lace bra and jacket, buttoned so low that you could see most of your chest. You looked at Larissa as you slowly unbuttoned your jacket from the bottom up. You slid it off of your arms, walking up to her and leaning right over her so that your breasts were in her face, tossing your jacket on the arm rest of the couch. She bit her lip as she looked at you in your bra, and she couldn't help but grab you and undo it herself. She threw it on the floor and you backed away quickly, undoing your pants for her and throwing them aside as well. "Look at you darling, so beautiful and ready for mommy" she panted. She brought her hands up to pull you closer and started to play with your breasts as you whined, threading your fingers through her hair. She pulled you down to straddle her as she slid her hand underneath your boxers. You buried your head into her neck, kissing up and down it. "Is this alright, love?" she breathed. "God, yes" you panted, and Larissa chuckled at your neediness. She slowly inserted a finger into you, and then another when she thought you wanted more. You moaned into her neck when she did this, as although she did it slow, it felt sudden. "Grind yourself on my fingers, lovely." You started moving your hips as she met your pace with her fingers inside you. "Fuck mommy, you feel so good" you whimpered, coming undone around her fingers too fast. She nipped and sucked at your breasts while you grinded against her. "Mommy can I- oh god" you loudly moaned into her neck as she felt you flutter around her fingers. "Yes, baby, let go for me." You bit at her shoulder trying to muffle your cry as you came around her fingers. After a couple minutes she pulled away from you and you looked at her, still panting. She brought her fingers up to her mouth and inserted them, moaning when she did. "Mommy, please" you wined. She whispered in your ear, "Is my handsome darling still needy for mommy?" You whimpered out as you nodded your head, pulling her in to meet your lips again.

You ground down into her lap before she parted from you. "Let's get those off, shall we?" You stood before her as she lowered and removed your boxers. She stood up and pulled you close, letting her hand trail back down to your heat. She felt your wetness and started rubbing your clit as you pulled at the top button of her shirt. She stopped and looked down at you, "Do you want to ask mommy for permission?" she growled. "Mommy can I please unbutton your shirt?" you panted, wanting to feel her closer. "You may" she stated before continuing her ministrations on you. You unbuttoned her shirt fast trying not to produce moans that were too loud already. You finally met her bare chest and you buried your face in her breasts, sucking at her hardened buds frantically. When you let out a rather loud moan, Larissa threw you forcefully onto the couch and got on top of you. "I want to try something darling, is that alright?" You looked up at her hovering over you, and all you could do was nod. "Words, baby" she cooed. "Yes, it's alright" you breathed out. Larissa straddled you and positioned herself over you better as she brought her heat to yours. She rested her forehead against yours as she started grinding into you. Her breathing started to pick up as she rutted against you, and you couldn't do anything but make rather embarrassing sounds as you squirmed underneath her. "Oh god I never tried this before, do you like it baby" she panted out. "Fuck, yes" you whimpered louder than you meant to, reaching your high fast. You kissed her as you moaned into her mouth, this was better than you ever thought it would be. She parted from you as she got louder and her pace picked up, her jaw going slack. The sounds coming from her mouth along with the pleasure plastered on her face made you come first, mumbling something incoherent, and she followed right after you. As you evened out your breathing, she let herself fall on top of you, and you pulled her close, loving her weight on you. It was so comforting and reassuring. She picked her head up and kissed your forehead. "Well, at least I finally had a good Rave'N experience" she mumbled, and you smiled up at her. You didn't know what she was talking about, but it didn't matter, you also finally had a good Rave'N experience. Maybe sometimes, the people who can give you what you need in life are the ones you wouldn't expect.

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skellymom · 4 months

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"Return to Pabu" Part 2

Companion piece to "Cup Of Caf"

To read "Return to Pabu" Part 1

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/740375615328354305/return-to-pabu-part-1?source=share

Background: The Batch returns to Pabu with Crosshair in tow. How will he adapt? Particularly in this chapter, what will life look like for the other Batchers as they settle into civilian life? Pabu is this happy little bubble. This tiny slice of happiness and stability before the Empire shits all over this beautiful planet. Want you readers to enjoy The Batchers being happy in this chapter.

The reader (main character) from Cup Of Caf is mentioned. This story is from the point of view of The Batch and Crosshair.

(My OC Maadienne "Mad Momma" Dax makes an appearance as Hunter's love interest. Since this story takes place in an alternate universe from "Vagabonds", Love, Sil, and Tiggy do not make an appearance. Admittedly, since TBB S3 will be starting up here in a few weeks, this might be the only happy ending Hunter and Mad get. I am currently unsure if I'll be able to finish the "Vagabonds" series before the S3 hype hits. Lol, started myself a fucking novel with that one! So...I'm being really self indulgent with my OC and her love interest in this shorter series. IT FEELS SO GOOD! Thanks for understanding.)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warning: None. Angst, sadness, fluff, some alcohol use, babies. Affection and types of romantic relationships other than Cishet.

Lovely dividers by the talented @saradika

The next morning Crosshair was gone, his bed empty. Hunter, terrified of losing Cross again, was about to track him down. Echo intervened.

“He’ll come back. Just needs time to sort out his thoughts...alone.”

Hunter nodded and proceeded to Omega’s room. She was gone. He had forgotten she slept over at Lyana’s house. Wrecker spent the night with Shep.

Mad emerged from their bedroom dressed and planted a kiss on Hunter’s cheek.

“Bye Hunky.”

Hunter mildly panicked “Wait. Where are you going?”

“Phee and I are spending the day doing ‘Woman Stuff’. Probably don’t remember, you seemed pretty drunk last night.”

She stopped, looked at Echo then Hunter. “What’s the matter? Lookin’ sad there Handsome.”

“Oh...uh...nothing.”

“He’s sad because his squad up and left him.”

“Now Echo...”

“It’s strange not being totally in charge, huh? Gives you lots of time to do other things?”

Hunter was silent, still sulking.

Mad’s heart went out to him. “You want me to stay home with you today?”

Hunter gave her puppy dog eyes.

“Use your words, Hunky. What’s your head say versus you heart?”

Hunter scowled. “Both say words are hard.”

Echo chuckled. “Run away Mad, I’ve got him. Go have fun with Phee.”

Mad smiled, hugged Hunter who took in her scent, and squeezed back.

“You can’t ever leave Echo. This man needs you as an emotional interpreter.”

She kissed Hunter then pecked Echo on the cheek before dashing out the door. “THANKS!”

Both stood there red-faced grinning.

“I LOVE that woman.” Hunter beamed.

Echo clapped Hunter on the back. “C’mon, let’s go sneak Tech some caf at the Med Ward.”

And so, the weeks passed by with Crosshair disappearing all morning, finally returning by afternoon. No idea where he went. The Batch didn’t ask at first. Omega had theories, which she shared with her brothers, Mad and Phee.

Then the rumors started around the island: The local potter, usually rather withdrawn, was making the rounds around the island. Purchasing food for “The Grumpy Man.” Rumors were confirmed as the skinny bald sniper started filling out. His skin and hair becoming healthy and lustrous.

Omega set out to start learning how to cook, roping Wrecker in as her sidekick. They packed up meals for Crosshair, insisting he share the food with his new friend. At first, he scoffed, then relented. Eventually Cross slowly started inserting himself into the evening cooking sessions in The Batcher House.

Crosshair would imbibe in drink and eventually loosen up...for his standards. Sharing small bits and pieces of his experiences while away from the Batch. But nothing TOO deep. Cross was always content to watch the antics of his very happy family.

Wrecker and Shep would bring in the catch of the day. Then sit and drink, sharing loving touches and sweet glances at one another. They announced their engagement and planned to wed soon. The whole island was invited to the ceremony and reception. They coordinated with Echo on refreshments and Wrecker planned the menu, wanting to cook for his own wedding reception...with Omega’s help, of course.

Echo, in charge of refreshments, would open a bottle of Spotchka or throw together a Fuzzy Bantha or some other cocktail. Tech had built Echo a mechanical hand that could be switched out with his scomp. From that point on, Echo was the official Batcher Bartender. It wasn’t just throwing together a drink, it was a SHOW! He tossed bottles in the air, catching them, pouring with finesse, lighting the brightly colored alcohol on fire (for Wrecker especially), adding exotic ingredients that Tech helped suggest for certain palates, some of which Phee brought back from her travels.

On the crazier nights, Echo would toss bottles and Wrecker cooking implements in unison while Mad and Phee sang and Shep hammered percussion on the wooden table with his large hands. Hunter would get up from the table to dance, dragging Crosshair with him. The competition was fierce as both men had an intense “Dance Off” to one up each other.

Tech was learning the fine art of highbrow humor, especially after one (or several) of Echo’s cocktails. He and Phee would have constant banter at the table. They were hysterically funny when Tech reached the confused slurry speech stage. Phee enjoyed playfully teasing him while he rambled on, index finger raised...then trailing off as he had lost his train of thought. She’d gently slip her hand into his raised one and caress it. Tech would blush red(der) and smile.

Hunter and Mad sat leaning against each other, shoulder to thigh. Basking in love, occasionally whispering something into each other’s ear. Things that brought their own blush and smile. They shared a secret...eventually requesting Echo make her drinks sans alcohol. Hunter instructed Echo to add Mad’s to his drink, making it a double. By the end of the night Tech and Hunter would carry on a drunken conversation that NOBODY understood except the two of them. Everyone would get hugs though. Even Tech would embrace the guests before everyone left...as Phee eventually escorted him to the sofa. Hunter never made it that far, choosing the comfort of the floor. Wrecker tucked Lula under his head, before leaving to spend the night at Shep’s place.

Echo would help Mad and Phee clean up, then hug Omega goodnight. He would awaken early like clockwork the next morning, brewing caf in the kitchen. Echo and Crosshair would nod to each other, as Echo slid the packaged food across the kitchen island to him. Then smile as Cross quietly left the house. Afterwards Echo nudged Tech and Hunter awake to start the day.

Dinner came and went. The Batchers kept their drinking to a minimum tonight. Everyone just wanted a quiet evening. Hunter and Tech wanted to sleep in an actual bed again. Mad and Phee WANTED THEM to sleep in an actual bed again.

Besides, Hunter and Mad had an announcement to make: Mad was expecting. While everyone was beyond happy and joyful, it was no surprise. A definite event to celebrate. Wrecker brought a cake to the table and Hunter handed Mad his vibroknife to cut it.

“Uh...we don’t have something maybe...CLEANER to use?”

“Made sure to wipe it down properly.”

“Let me guess...this has some kind of significance, yeah?” Mad cocked an eye at Hunter.

“Well, I WILL be using this knife...MY knife to cut our child’s umbilical cord.”

“WHAT???” Mad frantically searching Hunters stone cold expression for any trace of total BS.

“I’ll wipe the blade down properly beforehand. Especially if it’s a C-section.”

“HUNTER, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR DAMNED MIND???”

Hunter’s face was dead serious...until everyone at the table burst out laughing. Then he winked at Mad.

"Kriff! Thought the booze pickled your brain!!!”

Hunter gently took the knife from Mad, flipped it back and forth expertly one handed and slid it back into its sheath. Suddenly, he knelt down beside her on one knee. The laughter in the room died down to total silence. Mad could see from everyone’s face this was spontaneous and unexpected.

“Mad” Hunter took both of her hands in his.

He cleared his throat. Hunter’s expression was mixed: Intensely passionate but nervous. He was out of his element and not used to doing this sort of thing in front of others.

“Ah...As you know, I’m not the kind of guy whose all about grand public gestures...but I was struck in the moment to tell you...in front of the most important group of people in my life to the most important individual who is carrying my child...that I LOVE YOU intensely with my VERY BEING.”

Mad slightly cocked her head and gave him her veiled sassy “No duh, Hunky” expression. Hunter almost broke out in nervous laughter but caught himself. Clearing his throat again, he leaned in slightly. Mad got serious and mirrored this gesture. They were close enough to intensely look into each other's eyes and focus on one another. The rest of the room seemed to fall away into the distant background and disappear. Just two people declaring to each other their deepest desires.

Hunter continued. “I know we didn’t plan for this to happen.” He lovingly stroked her belly. Mad squeezed his hand. “I also know we didn’t plan to be formally married...and I don’t expect that. Heck...” He looked slightly embarrassed letting it all hang out. “I don’t have a ring...or technically own ANYTHING...I’m...poor. But I have a life to give and I want to give it to you. I’ll be the most devoted father to this baby and the most devoted partner to you.”

“I know the Nomaadi don’t stay in one place too long. And...if you’ll have me...If you want me...I’ll go anywhere and everywhere you want to go. I want both of us to be together for whatever amount of time we have left in this life.”

Silence.

Then Mad spoke. “Hunter...” Her voice caught a hitch and she inhaled sharply. She was touched deeply by this gesture of vulnerability and commitment. The baby, barely formed yet, fluttered sharply inside her belly...the first time she ever felt its presence. Everything seemed so REAL suddenly, not just the concept of being pregnant...

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dreamersparacosm · 2 years

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Congratulations on 3k bestie! I just recently started following you and I really love your work🥳🥳 can I request smut #29 “It’s not my fault you keep turning me on” with Austin Butler plz? :)

it’s not my fault you keep turning me on - austin butler

note ; thank u bestie!!! 🫶🏼 this prompt is giving very much angsty austin and it is giving for me. i just love horny austin like yes king tell me that ur suffering bc i’m so hot and then bend me over and fuck me like the whore i am what who said that

warnings ; suggestive language

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austin was your biggest fan. he was used to being made fun of by his friends, who all claimed he was obsessed with you. he was, in a way, and he relished every minute of it. everything you did piqued his interest and left him wanting more. even when he was being mocked by his boys, he would just respond with, ‘you’re just mad because my girlfriend is a smokeshow.’

that stood true for just about every scenario. if you were at the supermarket, bending over to grab someone, he would just have to grip your hips and press himself against you. if you two were at home, just relaxing after a long day, he would need to have an arm wrapped around you at all times. he had never been so attached to someone before, but he liked the way you made him feel.

even now, as you two laid out on the private beach by your home, he was eyeing the way your breasts looked in your bikini. you were indulged in a book, however, you could feel his gaze piercing through your body. you giggled to yourself, closing your book and looking over at him, “baby, you’re staring again.”

“yeah, i am,” he smirked. “and what are you gonna do about it?”

“try and ignore you so i can read my book in peace,” you teased him, and he slapped his hand over his chest as if he were offended. you rolled your eyes, still chuckling, picking up your book to continue where you left off. however, he continued to peer at you over the corner of his sunglasses. his eyes flickered between your breasts and your legs, and you sighed before closing your book again.

“austin…” you trailed off, glaring at him.

“what?!” he questioned provokingly. “it’s not my fault you keep turning me on!”

“i’m just sitting here reading a book…” you held your book up, shaking it for emphasis.

“yes, but you’re wearing that bikini,” he nearly whined, adjusting his swim trunks to accommodate his growing erection.

“alright, what can i do to get you to stop?” you crossed your arms over your chest; oblivious to you, making austin’s situation a tad worse.

“is it wrong to ask you to suck my dick?” he looked over at you with pleading eyes. you were so used to the boy’s antics that it didn’t even surprise you when he requested that.

“if it gets you to shut up, sure,” you put your book down beside you, putting your hair up in a messy ponytail. austin laid back, looking up at the sky and thanking god for his hot, hot girlfriend.

his friends could make jokes all they wanted, but who was getting their dick sucked on a private beach?

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escapingrealityforamoment · 10 months

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Could you write a one shot of you and Jonah going to Target together?

Hi lovie! Thank you so much for the request! I really do hope you enjoy reading this 💖

"Are you sure we need all of this?" I teased, glancing at the growing pile of items in our shopping cart. Jonah and I stood in the aisle of Target, surrounded by shelves stocked with everything from groceries to home decor.

He chuckled, pushing the cart with a playful grin. "Well, you know how it goes. You come in for one thing and leave with a cart full."

I laughed, nodding in agreement. It was a scenario that had happened to all of us at some point. But today, Jonah and I had decided to venture into the shopping madness together, embracing the casual adventure that was a trip to Target.

As we moved through the store, our hands brushed against each other every now and then, a simple touch that sent warmth through me. There was something so comforting about being here with him, navigating the aisles and making mundane decisions about what brand of toothpaste to buy.

"Hey, do we need more snacks?" Jonah asked, peering at the shelves of chips and cookies.

I pretended to contemplate the question for a moment. "Well, you can never have too many snacks, right?"

He grinned, picking up a bag of his favorite chips and tossing it into the cart. "True. And I'm pretty sure this is a necessity."

We continued our leisurely shopping, occasionally stopping to examine a product or debate the merits of different types of laundry detergent. It was a day devoid of any grand plans or high expectations, just a simple outing that allowed us to spend quality time together.

As we wandered through the home goods section, Jonah's eyes lit up when he spotted a display of cozy blankets. "Oh, these look amazing," he said, reaching out to touch one of them. "Feel how soft this is."

I obliged, running my fingers over the fabric. "Wow, that is really soft. Maybe we should get one for the couch?"

Jonah's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Or maybe two? You know, just in case."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're dangerous in a store like this."

With a grin, he tossed a blanket into the cart. "Guilty as charged."

As we continued our journey through the store, our cart slowly filled with an assortment of items—some practical, some indulgent. It didn't matter what we were buying; what mattered was the laughter we shared, the teasing banter, and the way our hands found each other without conscious effort.

Finally, as we approached the checkout counters, I leaned against the cart and looked at Jonah. "Well, I think we've successfully conquered Target."

He chuckled, his gaze warm as it met mine. "I'd say it was a successful mission."

We navigated the checkout process, paying for our items and loading them into bags. As we walked out of the store, the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the parking lot.

Jonah took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. "You know, I had a great time today," he said, his voice soft.

I smiled, squeezing his hand. "Me too. It's funny how something as simple as a trip to Target can turn into a fun adventure."

He nodded, his smile matching mine. "That's the magic of spending time together, I guess."

We walked to the car, our steps in sync. As we drove away from the store, I looked at Jonah and realized how lucky I was to have moments like this—ordinary yet extraordinary moments that filled our lives with happiness and love.

With the sun setting on the horizon, I leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Jonah's cheek. "Thanks for the Target adventure," I whispered.

He grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Anytime. And who knows, maybe next time we'll tackle the grocery store."

I laughed, knowing that with Jonah by my side, even the most mundane tasks could turn into cherished memories. As we drove home, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. It wasn't about what we bought or what we did—it was about the joy of being together, making every moment an adventure in its own right.

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 9 months

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Little Thieves

First posted: August 1, 2018

Focuses on: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, and Cassandra Cain

Tier: In the bottom half, for sure. I'd say bottom fourth, but it's been around long enough that's it's gathered at least some hits and kudos.

This is my "behind the scenes" series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

Another BatFam Week entry. I don't remember if this one had a specific origin, beyond a general melange of other fics that dabbled in AUs and/or Jason and Cass being twinsies.

The first time Bruce saw the little thief, the brat was three tires into the Batmobile and working on the fourth.

Piqued Bruce is always funny to me. Outwardly he's stoic, inwardly he's an emoji factory.

As always (for me), the logistics were the tricky part—thinking through how Bruce could have met Jason without Cass first, how they could've followed their original path to a point before it needed to deviate sharply but still make sense. I don't like fics that don't make sense.

He turned toward the door and spoke as he stepped out into the hall, “Turn right out of the door, take the first staircase you see, and then turn left through the swinging door. Dining room’s right there, can’t miss it. See you in fifteen, Jason.”

I had to sit and mentally walk through how I "saw" the Manor in my head. Do you know how much I hate doing that? Spaces are my bane. Don't describe spaces to me, I won't picture them.

When Bruce checked on Jason in the night and found the window open and the guest room empty, he was only a little surprised. He was more surprised by the thanks carefully printed on the paper left in the center of the bed atop a neatly folded pile of clothes.

You know what I love, though? Baby Jason. He's a hypervigilant and traumatized kid, but he's got manners! He knew Bruce didn't mean him any harm and didn't have to give him dinner but did anyways.

“That’s not food. That’s packing peanuts and caulk disguised as food.” Sometimes the line between Bruce and Batman was thinner than even Bruce himself realized.

Bruce and Batman... Bruce and Alfred...

And that was when the absent tire iron came whistling through the dark and struck Bruce in the back of the knees.

Cassandra Cain in any universe is a ballsy little firecracker.

What Bruce saw next was a head of short, spiky black hair, its face turned away from him.

Figuring out what Cass might look like in this universe was fun. Keeping feminine hair, even in a chin-length bob, didn't seem practical for multiple reasons. But a boyish hack job, maybe done by Jason? That made sense.

It felt like a track skipping in Bruce’s head. One second he was lurking in a dark bathroom; the next, he was in a fluorescent-lit exam room, looming over Jason’s prone body.

Sometimes my vision physically judders when I'm mad enough. I figured seeing a child—one he knows—beat to a pulp would do that for Bruce, but worse.

Bruce took another step forward, then stopped as his armor tapped against the knife leveled at his abdomen. He looked down. The other child stood between him and Jason, a serrated blade the length of their hand lifted to block his path. Their eyes locked on Bruce’s, dark and determined. The left half of their face was speckled with a fine mist of blood, the color counterbalancing the angry bruise on the opposite cheek bone.

Cassandra Cain. Ballsy. As. Heck. no matter the universe. She absolutely would have gone for Bruce's face if he'd pushed it.

“And that one,” Leslie continued, pointing at the silent one, “dove in to the scrum and pulled him out.”

I love the way I wrote them. It's very Kaz and Inej but with sibling loyalty and without the emotional constipation.

“Can she hear me?” Bruce asked, when Jason didn’t answer. Jason nodded. “She’s not deaf. She just doesn’t talk.”

That, though, that's Angels in the Outfield. Wonderful movie.

“Are you sure this is a wise idea, Master Bruce?” Alfred asked as they watched Leslie’s headlights pull up the long driveway. “No. But I’m sure it’ll be fine, Alfred. What could happen?”

I literally had A Plan. I knew how I wanted to deal with their arrival, with them figuring out Bruce was Batman, Dick, their teen years, "Death in the Family", all of it. Alas.

#fanfic bts brain dump

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delusionally-loveless-by-choice · 2 years

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"Because I love you"

Bo Sinclair x gn!Reader

Warning/Possible TW(?): angsty?? (I tried)), fluff at the end?? (Also tried), Drunk bo, Angry Bo, yelling (Bo), mention of ringing and buzzing in ears

Word count: 1k

Author’s Note: SELF INDULGENT FIC. Wrote this on impulse because my ears keep ringing and i need more Bo fics that aren’t just sex, but also aren’t just entirely fluff. I need more hurt. Also important to note that because i wrote this unplanned and so suddenly I mostly definitely did not get Bo’s character done at all. Couldn’t do him any justice and for that I apologize, i just needed to get this angsty fic urge to get out. And ALSO reader has like hearing sensitivity so loud noises make their ears ring, so just keep that in mind :)

It was one of those nights again.

Where Bo was getting drunk. Drinking the night away, to forget, to make everything go away.

You noticed that he always drank like this in order to lose himself. So that he wouldn’t have to deal with remembering everything or anything.

Seeing him like this aways hurt. You couldn’t help it.

This came naturally. The need to care for someone you love.

However, every single time Bo got like this, his usual angry outbursts seemed to increase. His volume once a ten, now a hundread.

You already had issues when he would raise his voice when he wasn’t drunk, or that drunk. His voice was just too fucking loud when he yelled. And your already sensitive hearing caused an immensely insufferable ringing to occur. It happened every time you’d were exposed to loud or high pitched tones. It was annoying and sometimes even hurt.

…

The first time you were victim to his booming yell was when Bo was in an argument with Lester.

Lester had accidentally let a victim get away. Bo was furious.

While you were inside the house making something to eat for everyone (since the boys were terrible in the kitchen) , you heard the commotion.

The vulgarity that Bo spilled was slightly audible from inside. And as you stepped out, it only became clearer. And as you got closer , out of worry for both Lester and Bo, your ears began to ring as Bo’s voice hit incredibly high pitches.

You tried to get Bo to calm down. Shitty ass idea. He instead just directed his anger put at you.

“Shut the fuck up! This ain’t got nothin’ t’do wit’ you!”

Though he said it in order to keep you away from himself. He knew how ferocious his anger can get, and he didn’t want you to get on the wrong side and end up getting hurt.

But Bo still ended up hurting you. His yelling not only hurt you but it scared you as well. Usually your first instinct would have been to yell back at the asshole who dared to yell at you, but this was Bo. You knew how he could get but you have never been on the receiving end of his anger. You were just surprised at how terrifying it was to be on this end.

As you stepped back to go back inside , you looked back at Lester who gave you a sympathetic nod for you to get back inside. He felt bad you had to get to face Bo’s anger this way.

…

After a few times you had gotten used to Bo’s antics. How he could just be mad or irritated some times he’s he’d yell a “God damn ‘it!” Or “Leave me ‘lone!”

Sure you’d gotten use to what to do to avoid meeting his anger but that never stopped the fucking ringing that came from his fucking yelling.

You tried talking to him about it. And Bo, though he’d never soberly admit it, he tried to not raise his voice as much when he knew you were near. Especially when he was angry. He was getting better at, well not holding his tongue, but getting better at not yelling so fucking loudly!

It had worked and you made sure to thank him, but not directly since he’d insist that he “don’t know what yer goin’ on ‘bout.”

But as he sometimes got a rougher day, he’d go to his favorite way to wind down: getting fucking wasted. But getting drunk Bo was never fun in being his company when he was fucking mad. He was just either a pain in the ass who wouldn’t shut the fuck up or an asshole who wouldn’t shut the fuck up.

…

So here we are back to the night.

Where Bo was busy getting drunk.

You wanted him to stop before he reached any point that would make him feel regret. But you were too late.

He sloshed and slurred. His steps where uncoordinated and he bumped into anything and everything near him. His usual murmured curses were now said in normal tone. It was like he couldn’t control how loud he was, that or he couldn’t hear how loud he was being.

After seeing him fail miserably at trying to get up, you go to him and try to give him a hand.

But your help was met with Bo jerking his arm from you. As if it stung.

“Don’t need no fuckin help, i know how to fuckin walk!” His voice boomed. As with you being like three feet away from him, you got a good fucking range of how loud he can be. He wasn’t even trying! But his tone was deafening.

At his response you jumped and immediately your hand reached for your ears. The ringing loud and you couldn’t tell which was louder, it or Bo.

Your reaction wasn’t known to Bo. He was too busy still trying to get up and letting out strings of curses.

“Bo please, m just trying to help.”

“I already said i ain’t want any!” As he said this he turned to see you wincing at his volume. Its like it fucking clicked and his feeling of guilt and anger flushed fully in. He felt bad that he was causing you this pain and distress. And hr felt angry at you for putting up with it, why couldn’t you just call him out on his shit? But he was also angry at himself, why did he have to cause you so much pain? Why couldn’t he just not fuck it all up? Why couldn’t he just be like fucking Vincent? Fuck.

“Fuck, m, shit, m sorry… i didn’t, didn’t mean it like tha.. is just.. “ bo tried to salvage what he could , he wanted to not hurt you .

“Its okay Bo, lets just get you to bed, okay..? Its okay..” he nodded but kept silent.

He didn’t want to hurt you. He was just this way. Loud and boisterous , maybe not all the time but it was part of him. And somehow even though this part of of him sometimes hurt you, you still put up with his shit. As your ears rung you still went to him. He wondered why you hadn’t just left if he hurt you so much.

He wondered this all the way until you helped flop him onto bed. Then he looked over at you and asked “why?”

This was clearly not enough, you gave him a confused look, this was enough for him to elaborate.

“Why you still here? I jus keep hurtin you, n you …” he was tired and just kept trailing off. His voice now wasn’t loud , nor was it soft, he just sounded like was gonna fall asleep. So you took this sad opportunity to admit your longing for the man. “Because I love you Bo, you fucking idiot, i care too much about you.” The ringing subsided, though you knew that as long as you were with Bo, the ringing and buzzing could always come back. But you knew that Bo cared and so he’d try his best to work on it, for you. Because he cared for you too.

#bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #slasher fic #bo sinclair fanfic #bo sinclair angst #self indulgent fic #bo sinclair ooc prob sorry #bo sinclair/reader #bo sinclair x gender neutral reader #how do i tag lmao #this is like my second officially posted fanfic post like ever #fanfiction cringe #fanfiction

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rocketsagan-blog · 4 months

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The Innkeeper Chronicles, by Ilona Andrews - A Review

or, the literary equivalent of my new favorite brand of potato chips, thank youuuuu!

NO SPOILERS - I finished the first installment of this series over the holidays, and I'm about halfway through number two, Sweep in Peace, when I just had to pause and announce -

THIS SERIES IS FUN

There is nothing wrong with being just flipping fun - but I wanted to use this as a parable that fun can be found behind deceiving displays. From my inclinations, the covers are boring, and the series titles are just too... bleh?? and not even really punny? NOTHING about the presentation of this book or the series really tickled my interests. The only thing that dragged me in and got me reading was the positive reviews on Hoopla - the number of consistent five stars was rather powerful for a library app where people will dump on literary classics for no reason. If you ever want to stare into the face of madness, look up your favorite haute-contour novel on any library app and weep at the number of dump reviews a perfectly good book will get.

When book one, sentence one, started with a dead dog, I nearly returned the loan right then. It wasn't gruesome, and it was over quickly and handled well, I'm just the kind of sensitive lil-gremlin-person who gets sad at the idea of a fictional creature being dead. BUT SO MANY GOOD REVIEWS! SOMETHING MUST BE HERE. I WILL KEEP ON! (and also, I only get so many loans on Hoopla - I wasn't going to give up until I was thoroughly sure this book wasn't working for me.)

So I kept reading. And reading. And then the book's hook set into my little brain, and I couldn't really stop. And then I needed to wait until the next month for my loans to refresh so I could get the next book in the series.

The way the world building works here just got me. The combo of fantasy and weird-science had me puzzling and imagining what lay just off the page, one of my favorite world-building things of all time. I kept going back to my partner to tell them little tidbits of what was happening until I was banned from rambling about the book because I was just spoiling the whole thing at a certain point, hahaha.

Now, to be clear, this book is light and fun - it has certain things that stick out which kind of showcase the playfulness and 'read in bed whilst swilling wine' about the story:

Does the book have a tall-hot-boy problem? Is every dude at least six feet tall, 'corded in muscle', and mysterious? Yes.

But also, there's an old rich lady with evil-sass, and I can read all her lines out loud in my most waspy-rich-lady voice, and it brings me cackling joy.

Is every room just a liiiiiitle bit over-described, even if we may never see that room again, or the details won't really matter if we do go back? Yes.

But also, the book is set in Texas, and the authors (Ilona Andrews is a penname for a couple that writes together) CLEARLY have been to Texas and care about its plants and environs, which feels so genuine and nice to an Texas ex-pat like me.

So - in essence, this is the literary equivalent of potato chips to me, and dang it, I like indulging in some good chips sometime. This is like the perfectly spiced chip to me, one I can pour into a bowl and enjoy while hanging out with my partner, chuckling at random times, as we watch a little silly video together.

If these books are at your library, go get in this! Maybe this series is just a me-thing, but the positive reviews seems like this isn't a one-person catnip thing.

#inkeeper chronicles #ilona andrews #clean sweep #book reccs #book review #book recommendations #booklr #modern fantasy #science fiction #science fantasy #werewolves #vampires

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adenthemage · 1 year

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tell me about the works in progress you have

Oh shit thanks for indulging me anon!! I've been super busy with work lately, but has that stopped me from starting new projects? No because i am a foole. So I have a decent bunch of them stacked up atm

Seeing as I am in tmnt hell with no end in sight yet, a majority of it has been centered on fanworks for that! In the art department I have:

-draw the rottmnt gang in your outfits

-just. SO many screenshots I wanna redraw

-animating rottmnt boys as youtubers I think are funny (<- this one is VERY CLOSE to being done, I just have a few segments I'm dragging my feet on. I have the boards I just don't wanna liiiinnnne)

-animation sent to a Thriller remix focusing on the 03 villains. This one is heavily inspired by a PHENOMENAL Jojo animation of which I will be plastering all over the promo for when my version is finished. I don't even watch Jjba (yet) but I am obsessed with that video. Part of me is excited to finish just so I can show more people that video. I am stealing so many techniques from it

-I have a TH storage account full of characters I mean to draw as warmups, but I keep forgetting. They're either set to be sold (and adding art gives them more value) or I just don't have anything for them to do yet and they need a little detail (sometimes drawing helps me flesh out a character's personality and backstory, by way of it reflecting in their design)

-Another TOH six fanarts! The video of me speeddrawing the first one went viral on both Youtube and Tiktok, so I had plenty of character requests to fulfill. I've decided on the ones I want to do, but it's been hard getting motivated to work on it-- presumably because I've moved fixations and brain gets very mad when I think about anything else

On the writing side, I've found myself being a bit more engaged with a little community that's made up of a lot of talented fic writers! I've never had the skill or motivation to finish a fic, but recently I've been trying my hand at fixing that, largely because of their influence. I have a few I'm considering polishing and one I'm nearly ready to actually post!!

-Fire and Stones is, I guess a character study, and the one I'm hoping to post very soon. It examines Agent Bishop in phases of life that aren't really represented in the show, with an emphasis on his odd relationship with death and all the different ways he's experienced it (as in every conceivable way except actually dying, himself.) I'm a little iffy on the first chapter because it takes place so early on, there are no canon characters even alive to interact with. I worry it won't be as fun or engaging as the next two, of which I'm actually pretty happy with! (This is rare as I am a very opinionated mfer and my own work is not immune to my strong need to critique.) I guess I'm just overthinking it because I intend to post it publicly and I'm a little nervous about it. I've never shared any of my fanfiction before!

-a new piece that spawned from Fire and Stones is a "sickfic" that begins hitting the usual fluffy beats with a hint of strangeness, and then quickly devolves into angst and political drama as the sick character in question becomes sure they were actually poisoned and this is an attempted assassination. It will be fun, if I can manage to stick with such a long pace.

-There is also a fic set in the 2012 tmnt universe, heavily inspired by another fic out there where Donnie and Mikey run away and start their own life and begin to heal. I absolutely adored it, and after discussing it with a buddy we were like 'what if they hid out in EPF with Bishop lol' and then it spiraled into a found family drama hoorayyyyy. Most of what I have so far is just waxing poetic about utrom Bishop, though, because I like him and am apparently allergic to writing povs in anyone else's voice.

-ok so. Confession time. I like Rick and Morty. During one of the season finales a villain gives Morty the option to join him and escape Rick forever, and genuinely I feel it is ooc that Morty did not take them up on it, because they were RIGHT. Anyway I have the beginning of a canon divergence fic where he does accept the offer. I actually really like what I have so far! It's just one scene, but at the very least I might try finish the one setup chapter. I might never do more, but I really like what I do have and wouldn't mind showing it off.

-I have a little self-indulgent story about Naruto OCs learning the basics in genin training. I have one scene done but it kinda tapered off in the next rip

I love all my projects but I am always so tired from work I just end up not working on them. But I hope I can have some cool stuff to show sooner rather than later! May it bring someone joy

#thank you for the ask!!! ily #marie says words occasionally

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kaatiba · 1 year

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For the weird writer asks -- 1, 7, 17, and 22! ^_^

Thanks for asking! Another long answer lol

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

I write in Times New Roman! I used to write in Georgia and Garamond and once wrote in Papyrus (insert meme here) a long time ago because 13 year old me thought it fit the fantasy-aesthetic. But I like Times best.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Oh man just...the euphoria of the words flowing without any struggle or uncertainty, when you stop being aware of the actual act of writing and you are just there, and it's happening and the world disappears! This...mostly happens when I'm rereading something actually. Usually after some time from it, so that I'm not in nitpicking-editor mode and am just in 'what did I write again? oh wow this is pretty good—where's the rest of it >:[" mode. I would say the ultimate joy is having my work read and loved, especially when people get excited about it or comment about favourite parts of it and express curiosity about the rest of it/choices made etc.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

I've talked about LofM here so let me talk about...Oracle wip! Oracle wip is my vent wip, in a way. I conceptualized the latest version of it in a time in my life where I was full of anger and bitterness and pain and feeling very trapped (i.e. during the last couple of years lol). My characters are all either wrathful and despairing or amoral or just plain awful. It's my self-indulgent 'what if everyone was a terrible person and/or deeply unhinged in their own unique ways' wip. But! It actually comes from a very old idea I had a long time ago! (It's nearly as old as LofM, so about a decade old!)

Back then I wanted to do a YA retelling of Alice in Wonderland, and Oracle still has a lot of roots in that original idea, just....executed very differently. Back then, my AiW retelling was very generic medieval-esque fantasy YA (nothing wrong with that, of course, just not what I want to write anymore). Alice was the MC, she was a secret heir to the throne, was in hiding due to the usurpation of the Queen of Hearts, the Mad Hatter was a dark and broody love interest, and the White Rabbit was a rival love interest and mysterious and broody. I scrapped the idea when The Looking Glass Wars was published, because my plan for it was too similar.

I'm no longer quite so miserable as I was, but I still want to have gleeful unhinged fun with this wip and I'm excited for it, and some elements of the original idea are definitely still being incorporated, with a twist!

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

I don't think I'm that organized at all! Mostly I just make sure each wip has its own folder so I don't lose anything. But I write bits and bobs and scenes and plans in Google docs (or on tumblr, to eventually be transferred to Docs/my site if I'm sharing it) both on my computer and my phone, as well as in various journals or any bit of paper I have on hand, to eventually be transferred to the Docs.

I used to write on Evernote, but it's become quite glitchy.

My wip folders contain documents with every version of the story I'm writing (I write chronologically, which means I always have multiple 'chapter ones', for example). I have some documents titled 'plot' or something similar for various wips, and sometimes they also have character or worldbuilding things I want to keep in mind, or issues with the story I need to work out or grapple with, or names for countries or the families of characters or minor characters etc.

Sometimes all those thing will be in separate documents each titled in such a way that I remember what each doc contains. Some documents are just scenes that didn't work that I refuse to get rid of in case I end up re-purposing them somehow, somewhere. (Never kill your darlings. Just shift them to their own doc!) Mostly all this is written in bullet points (except the actual story proper).

#kaatiba.speaks #replies #oracle.wip

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okkotsvs · 2 years

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anonymous requested: heyy can u write some fluff with Nanami x Reader where the reader kisses him for absolutely no reason than how adorable he is and he is blushing hard and returning reader's affection??

⤏ contents: nanami kento x gn!reader; 718 words; fluff; very fluffy

⤏ notes: i love nanami so honestly this was a self-indulgent fic, too 🥲

It was fun teasing him every once in a while just to gauge his reactions. They come in a plethora of things like red ears, flushed cheeks, a small click to his tongue while giving a side eye your way when you linger about. Nanami Kento simply showed his reactions in ways you loved to see.

“Kento,” your voice trails into his office. It was one of his rare days off and you would have to be a fool not to take advantage of that. Though, it wasn’t enough to have seen his face first thing this morning, a sweet Good morning, dear slipping past his lips in the huskiness of his morning voice. Almost as much as how it wasn’t enough to feel his chest against your back as he kissed you awake to start the day.

With him, nothing was ever enough. For you, you loved him more than anything in the world. He was everything you wanted in a man and more. He dotes on you, stops you when he thinks you’re about to do something reckless, and indulges in your ideas from time to time that always has you on your feet. Some might say you should return the favor.

That’s you. You are some.

“Yes?” He calls out to let you know he heard you. In the quick glimpse you managed to get in the morning, your half-lidded eyes catching him already getting ready for the day, without you one might add, you know even on a day off he’d have some things to get done. Walking into the room you see him typing away on his computer, a cold cup of coffee set beside it as he looks through the papers in his hands.

He doesn’t look up right away, only doing so when you come closer to his desk. “I made you breakfast, it should still be on the table.” His gaze doesn’t leave your face because you managed to keep a very unreadable expression there without even knowing it. He doesn’t hesitate to lift a hand, holding it out your way to take your own. You take it, he encloses it and pulls you to his lap. “What’s wrong?”

Nanami’s eyes are full of concern because, as much as he had an obligation to do his work, he knew he was regretting the moment he left you alone in bed just hours ago. You huff, settling on his legs as he tenses under the silence. Your eyes scan about the area, seeing that he had let go of the papers and threw them carelessly on the desk. His monitor shows statistical numbers you wouldn’t bother yourself with trying to understand, and now you notice his drink was already empty.

His hand squeezes yours to bring your attention back to him, having noticed your quick look around. This is when you’re grateful to have known him as long as you have, seeing the shift in his demeanor from a serious temper to subtle actions. “Dear, I swear I’ll be finished soon I just need–” It surprises him when you interrupt, your soft lips on his off as quick as they were there. You lean back with a cheeky grin and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Hey there, love.” You say and he stares at you for a few moments before sighing. His head drops to your collar, eyes closing, unamused. You laugh.

“What was that for?” He says, “Thought you were mad at me.” From his statement you raise a brow, now recollecting your actions and seeing where it could have been misunderstood. So you shake your head.

“No, just missed you.” You place a hand on his face to lift it up, having a small victory in your head seeing a man like him flustered for yet another time. “Thanks for breakfast.” You make a move to get up and eat as you can already imagine how delicious it might be, but he doesn’t let you do anything. In fact, he shifts you so that you’re even closer.

Before you can question it, he leans in for another kiss, definitely longer than the one you gave him. Your hands splay on his chest when he lets you pull away. “Just stay here a little while.” Huh.

You weren’t complaining.

#writing *:･ﾟ✧#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen headcannons #jujutsu kaisen fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami #jjk x reader #jjk scenarios #jjk headcannons #jjk imagines #jjk fluff

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absolute-flaming-trash · 2 years

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Would you look at that, another gift I made for Chrimbus

Thank you, @forcefulkitten, for letting me post. Ilysm 💛💛💛

Pairing: Illumi x Fem!Reader

Yandere, Smut

Word Count: 6′943

Warnings: Dubcon, Predator/Prey kink, Implied kidnapping, Forced relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Edging, Illumi being a sly motherfucker.

The Estate was honestly a really beautiful place.

It’s halls were always pristine, the artwork never crooked, and the plants decorating the rooms never had any dead leaves or petals under them.

It was beautiful… but boring. Painfully boring.

Illumi never let you do anything without him right there next to you. Any activities considered harmful or dangerous in his mind were automatically answered with a “no” when you asked to partake in them

So it was a pleasant surprise when he proposed something you considered fun that you had been wanting to do for a while out of the blue.

“Wait what?”

Illumi’s sigh was something you were incredibly used to at this point. Early in the “relationship” you used to believe he was mad at you because of the tone of it, but now you knew that wasn’t the case.

He was more mildly annoyed than anything else.

“I said I’d indulge you in your little game if it will stop you from moping.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a little squeal of happiness, jumping in the spot and clapping your hands together in excitement. It had been so long since you had played and with how large the Estate was, you were dying to use the space for something other than reading books or afternoon tea.

“Okay, okay.” You tried to calm yourself down, but were still vibrating a little. “Do you know how to play?”

Illumi gave you one of his pointed stares from his spot on the couch, “If I needed to have the rules of a game that are clearly in the name itself explained to me, I would expect you to call the doctors immediately under the suspicion of brain damage.”

You pouted, “Sheesh, it was just a question.”

His lips twitched upwards for a moment before he stood, walking towards you in only a few long strides. He wordlessly offered his arm to you, running the cool pad of his palm over yours after you accepted and walked you towards a large set of doors on the other side of the room.

“All the butlers have cleared out for the evening, so it is only the two of us.”

You gaped at the large empty halls before you. You weren’t sure if you had been to this part of the Estate, but at the moment you didn’t care. It all looked the same, especially in the dark like this.

You frowned. The dark.

“The lights?”

“Will remain off.” Illumi answered, looking down at you. The partial light from the room behind you lighting his eyes in a way that was incredibly eerie. Your frown deepened.

“How will I know where I’m going?”

Illumi tilted his head almost in a condescending way.

“Ah, I’m not.”

“You catch on quickly.”

You whined. “No fair, you’ve been here your whole life, this is cheating.”

“You sound as if you don’t want to play anymore.”

“No…” you trailed off, trying to think of any excuse that didn’t sound like a bratty child complaining. “It’s just not fair.” you finished lamely.

Illumi hummed, releasing his arm from yours to pull out a small device from his pocket.

“Here,” He placed the device in your hands. “This is a portable security monitor I had specially made for the cameras that occupy the Estate. You may observe me as I seek you out, and I will allow you to change hiding spots. I will also not use En during this game.”

You stared at it mutely, mulling over the offer in your head. While it wasn’t quite knowing the estate like the back of your hand, you supposed it was the best you were going to get.

“Okay.” You beamed up at him. “Oh! We haven’t discussed the prize yet!”

Illumi blinked. “Prize?”

“Yeah!” You were back to hopping in place. “Okay so, what do you want if you win?”

Illumi only stared down at you and you blew a raspberry at him.

“You’re no fun.”

“So you’ve told me.”

“How about! The winner gets to do whatever they want?”

Illumi stared at you with low lidded eyes, but you could tell from the smallest glint in his eyes that that had caught his attention.

“Alright.”

The doors behind you both suddenly shut, enveloping the two of you in complete darkness that made you yelp in surprise, clinging to Illumi out of pure enforced habit.

“The game is going to be over very quickly if you don’t hide soon, Y/N.”

“Oi, we haven’t decided who will count first!”

“I started counting as soon as the doors shut.” You felt the hot of his breath by your ear as he spoke. “You have 30 seconds left.”

“You suck!” You yelled, bolting down the hallway in complete darkness.

With the exception of a few windows here or there, there was barely any light to help guide your way. The moon was barely out, leaving only the distant twinkle of stars to serve as your aid.

You ran your hand along the walls of the hallway, catching along door frames when they suddenly appeared, and you grabbed onto the third one, hauling yourself inside clumsily. Illumi wasn’t counting out loud, so you had a countdown going on in your head from the 30 seconds he gave you.

20…19…18…

You could barely make out the objects of the room you stumbled into, but you did spot what seemed to be a wardrobe. You ran towards it, gripping the handles before you began to second guess yourself.

No, this was too obvious of a hiding place.

13…12…11…

You whimpered in panic, anxiety taking over your brain as your time ran out. Your eyes were adjusting a little better to the dark and you could make out some kind of couch or loveseat in the corner.

Fuck it, it would have to do.

You quickly realized, after a few seconds, you would not be able to fit behind it.

You could, however, fit underneath it. Just barely. You had to breathe very shallowly and press yourself as flat against the ground as possible in order for it to work. To any other person this would be a terrible spot, but you were small enough for it to possibly work.

And you would soon find out.

3…2…1…

Here he comes.

The air in the house was incredibly still. It was almost too quiet without the normal bustle of the butlers around you. The only noise that filled the room were your quick, heavy pants that you forced yourself to try and calm - as much as the restricting space of the underside of the couch would allow.

The distant slamming of a door made you jolt, smacking your head on the bottom of the couch in the process. You had to bite your lip to hold in your groan of pain, resting your cheek against the cool wood of the floorboards.

You couldn't tell if the thumping you heard was the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears or his footsteps.

Realistically you knew it was the former. Illumi had been trained to make as little noise as possible while he moved, so you didn't know what else you expected while he hunted for you.

In retrospect, proposing a game of Hide and Seek with a professional assassin was probably a terrible idea if you hoped for any chance of winning.

Your suspicions regarding the sound were confirmed when the door to the room you were in swung open, and you held your breath. You could just barely make out the pale purple of his pants in the dark. He wasn't moving, rather he was standing motionless in the doorway - undoubtedly scanning the room.

You felt your lungs begin to burn for air, but you remained as still as you could.

Eventually he moved, walking towards the wardrobe you first considered and yanking it open. You could hear the hangers screeching against the railings as he shoved whatever articles of clothing that were hanging aside. He soon closed it almost as quickly as he had opened it, turning around and scanning the room once more.

You let out an exhale as quietly as you possibly could.

His feet turned towards your spot and it felt like time came to a complete stop.

The rush of blood in your ears got louder as he approached, and you braced yourself…

Only for you to feel the cushions of the couch dip as he placed a knee on it to peer over the other side. Your face scrunched up in pain, the already restricting space being compacted even further under his weight, but the discomfort ended almost as soon as it began.

You peeked an eye open just in time to see him exiting the room, leaving the door open behind him.

The relief had you damn near melting into the floor, suppressing delighted giggles at your temporary victory.

Now that you were in the clear, you pulled out the monitoring device he gave you earlier, maneuvering it so you could view it with the left side of your cheek pressed to the ground.

The glow of the screen was already dimmed down, a small mercy you had never thought about as the many, many camera images appeared on screen.

Everything was sorted into categories. East wing, West wing, South library, etc

You kept flipping through, but you couldn’t find a sign of Illumi anywhere. It was honestly getting a little aggravating since how was this damn thing supposed to help you if you couldn’t even find him in the first place?!

Finally you caught a glimpse of him, his hair the only portion left in the frame before you quickly flipped over to the next camera. He was entering a room that looked a lot like the one you were currently hiding in. He stood in the doorway completely still, scanning the room like he did with yours. You checked the name of the room in the corner of the screen

South Sitting Room 3

Looking back to the main part of the screen, you could see Illumi moving towards the other side of the room. You also noticed too little too late the faintest blue hue on the screen.

Coming from underneath the couch.

You felt ice wrap around your ankles before you registered his face only inches away from yours.

“Found you.”

You screamed bloody murder as you were dragged from your hiding spot, nails undoubtedly clawing lines into the polished floorboards, your skirt bunching around the upper portion of your thighs. Your heart was hammering in your chest like a little bunny, eyes wide in terror at the sudden and quite frankly horrifying materializing of Illumi.

The main thing you could see were his eyes - the rest only a mere outline. The inhuman glow of purple from the marginal amount of moonlight staring down at you with an intensity that made you shrink further into the floor. If you stared long enough, you were sure you could eventually make out the details of his face, but you couldn’t help but feel… intimidated a little.

“You weren’t very smart, Y/N.” You could almost hear the smile in his voice. "You should only check that device periodically, otherwise the glow gives you away quite easily.”

“Okay okay, you win.” You admitted defeat quickly, “Can we turn on the lights now?”

“Why? I thought the winner got whatever they wanted.”

You frowned. He wanted to keep the lights off as his prize?

“Is that it?”

You felt him wrap his arms around your torso, lifting you off the ground with incredible grace.

“I request that we play another round. Same rules, same stakes, only one condition.”

You stared at him in confusion, hesitantly keeping your hands around his arm as you regarded him. The sensation of one of his hands cupping your cheek made you flinch, not expecting the sudden cold on your face, but you quickly leaned into it.

“Hide better.”

You pouted against his skin, your voice slightly muffled as you spoke. “You literally gave me 30 seconds, becoming a master of disguise isn’t exactly in my skill set.”

Part of you hoped he couldn’t feel the heat rise to your cheeks when he let out a quaint, low pitched chuckle in response.

“I’ll give you two minutes this time. I expect you to utilize the advantages I gave you.”

You pulled away from him, picking the monitor off the floor and slipping it back in your pocket.

“Are you going to tell me when you start counting this time?”

The small tilt of his head gave you the answer you felt you already knew.

"You've been hanging around Hisoka too much."

You bolted past him before he had time to make a response, although you were smirking as you ran down the moonlit halls. Nothing was funnier than yanking the assassin’s chain and getting away with it - even temporarily.

You kept the mental count down going as you ran through halls and rooms that felt like a labyrinth. Part of you imagined that the doors you shut behind you would reveal a completely different hallway if you opened them again.

Half your time was gone when you reached another door, however this one didn’t lead to another room or another hallway like the others. Instead it led to a staircase. You couldn’t see how far down they went, only that they were shrouded in complete black around ten steps down.

While it would be an amazing place for you hide, you still hesitated. The air coming up from the doorway was cold and humid. It made you wrinkle your nose and look down the hall while you weighed the pros and cons of continuing on vs taking the chance.

40…39…38…

The first step groaned under your weight, making you cringe as you gripped the railing and descended the steps as quickly and as quietly as possible - the darkness swallowing you as you went.

The temperature dropped the further you went down, the hairs on your arms standing up straight by the time you reached the bottom. If it wasn’t so dark, you were sure you’d be able to see your breath as you exhaled.

Feeling along the walls, you walked further into the room while shuffling your feet to avoid tripping. There were a few crates here and there. Wooden. Heavy. You could hear the clinking of bottles when you bumped into one.

A wine cellar.

24…23…22…

You felt around for anything that felt light, possibly even empty. There were around four crates that you could find that fit the description, however once you lifted up the lids, they were still too full for you to fit inside. Your hands began to shake again and you pulled out the monitor, increasing the brightness to the highest setting.

5…4…3…

The room lit up almost completely, the racks of wine and stacked crates in one corner coming into view. The ones you had found were further confirmed to be too full to hide you, and you spun in a slow circle, taking in all your options. There was barely anything. Hardly anywhere you could even try and hide, and it was much too late to go back up the stairs now.

As time ran out you debated it. You fully debated going back up the steps and attempting to find a better hiding place while also running the risk of encountering Illumi. You had the monitor on your side, but you also knew that the chances of being found increased dramatically while you were distracted with the device.

Continuing to use it as a light source, you walked the rest of the room’s perimeter. Overall it wasn’t very large, only about 15 x 30 feet. You could try pulling a few crates together and hiding behind them, but you would be found almost immediately, and Illumi said he wanted you to hide well.

You heard the distant slamming of a door, making you cringe in on yourself like it was done in front of you. Shining the light back towards the stairs, you made your way back towards them, ready to take your chances until something else caught your eye.

Right at the side of the stairs was a cubby. It was small, only about 3 feet high, but it was something decent. It took a bit of effort to get the thing open, which surprised you a little bit considering the finery of everything else in the Estate.

From what you were allowed to see, anyways.

Thin strings of cobwebs hung just inside the mini doorway, and you grimaced, hoping to any and all gods that these webs were abandoned as they stuck to your hand when you crawled in. You were pleased that they seemed to be the only ones as you crawled deeper into the cubby, maneuvering yourself so your back pressed against the cool cement of the wall with a grunt. You wiped the spider silk on your skirt before flipping through the cameras again, trying to remember where he found you and the areas you had gone through before reaching the cellar.

You eventually found him leaving a room labeled Dining Room 4, walking back out into the hallway and continuing his way down. You continued to follow him through the cameras, and you couldn’t help but feel a switch in roles for a moment. You hadn’t thought about it for a while, but you wondered how often he sat like this. Watching you through the very monitor you were holding.

Part of you could understand how addicting it was while you stared at his pixelated form moving from room to room, repeating the same process of scanning, searching, scanning, and then moving on.

It was almost hypnotic.

You committed the most recent room he was in to memory before flipping further ahead, trying to see how far away he was from the room you were hiding. You went through about 15 screens before you reached the hallway that led to the cellar, the polished wooden door hanging open in the hallway.

“Oh fuck”

That was a dead giveaway to where you were. You flipped back to where you last saw Illumi, and he was now only 10 rooms away.

Damn he moved fast.

If you moved right now you might have a chance. Might be able to crawl out of your hiding place, run back up the steps, shut the door, and then go back down to your spot while being as quiet as possible.

It was a risk. A big one.

8 rooms away.

Fuck.

You scrambled out from your spot, awkwardly clamouring over your limbs as you emerged from the cubby; a cramp forming in your back from how hunched over you were inside. You held the screen out in front of you as you ascended the steps again, swearing under your breath when the wood creaked once more under your weight, but you forced yourself to continue up.

You were halfway up when you heard another door slam, this time way too close for your comfort and you froze. You slowly turned the screen to face you, body shaking when you found him to only be 3 rooms away.

There was no way you’d make it.

While you weren’t sure if it was just him being fast, or you moving too slowly, you didn’t think about it much as you descended the steps as fast and as quietly as possible, all but diving back into the cubby underneath the stairs. Your last panicked motion before slumping back against the cool wall was grabbing the edge of the cubby door and pulling it shut, enveloping you in true darkness.

You didn’t dare click the monitor back on, not after how he found you last time. All you could do was sit in horrid suspense and wait.

The minutes felt like hours as they ticked by, and you were thankful it allowed you the time to slow your breathing. You ignored the urge to click the device back on to see just how far away he was. It also allowed enough time for you to lose some of your anxiety and properly kick yourself for being so stupid and leaving the door open.

You also realized too little too late that coming down here was perhaps not the smartest idea, as there was only one way in, and one way out.

You felt the full weight of your mistake as soon as the hair on your arms stood up, and this time not from the cold. You couldn’t see Illumi from your spot under the stairs, but you could certainly feel the aura radiating off of him.

“Y/N”

He drew out your name as he descended the steps slowly. Almost deliberately slow. You bit your cheek, pressing yourself further against the musty wall as you felt the dust fall from each step as he took it.

He stopped around the second to last step, undoubtedly scanning the cellar for you. You felt the dust floating by your face, and you had to slap a hand over your mouth and nose to keep yourself from sneezing.

The sharp sound of his tongue clicking echoed off the walls as he descended the rest of the steps.

“Credit where it’s due, I was not expecting you to hide this well” There was a crash of a crate being tossed to the side followed by glass breaking, making you jump a mile.

“By keeping the lights off, I assumed you’d keep to the upper levels.”

You smiled behind your hands at the clear annoyance in his tone. There was little you enjoyed more than gaining a victory over this man, no matter how small it was.

Most of the time, anyway.

“However, I think you know as well as I do that coming down here was incredibly foolish.”

You grimaced at the confirmation of your earlier thoughts.

“Nowhere to run, very few places to hide.”

Yeah. You noticed that.

The smashing of another crate told you he was on the opposite side of the room near the stacked ones. He must have thought you were hiding amongst them.

You expected to hear the noise of more bottles breaking as he tore the tower apart for you, but no such sound ever came.

Instead you heard the faint click of his shoes against the concrete coming closer to the stairs.

It was honestly a little naïve to hope that he wouldn’t check your little corner of the room. To think that he would ascend the steps and continue searching the rest of the Estate for you.

It took nearly every fiber of energy within you not to yelp in surprise or startle when his knuckles knocked against the cubby door three times.

“I know you’re in here, Y/N.”

You didn’t move, your hands clasped firmly over your mouth and nose so you didn’t make a fucking sound.

There was no way he could see down here. If you didn’t move at all, there was no chance he’d be able to know.

There was that sigh of his again, “Y/N.”

You had to bite your cheek harder to keep yourself from making any involuntary noises. You could tell he would get more annoyed - possibly even angry - if you didn’t obey him right now, but you still stayed where you were. He said he wanted you to hide well, so you were going to give him that.

The metallic taste of blood burst over your tongue as you heard the groan of the cubby door open, the external cold air rushing in and clinging to you almost like a virus. It was impossible to suppress the shiver that ran through your body.

“If you don’t answer me, I’ll have to come in there and get you.”

In that moment it was with both an insane amount of courage and stupidity that you began very, very gradually moving yourself to the part of the cubby that was slanted closer to the floor, following the decline of the steps. It wasn’t directly in front of the doorway, and if you could maneuver yourself so you were flat against the ground by the time he reached in for you, you might be able to get away with it.

You pressed your palms against the ground, gritting your teeth as you slowly lifted yourself up, shifting your pelvis over and lowering yourself back down; repeating a similar process with your feet. You didn’t dare breathe.

Except that wasn’t the sound that was your downfall.

The crunch of debris under your palms rang out absurdly loud, and your heart leaped into your throat as the room stood still.

Illumi’s aura flared. “Got you.”

It was like Deja vu the way you were dragged out from your hiding space, although this time except for the smooth wood of the floorboards to ease your way, you had rough, frigid, damn near sandpaper-like concrete scraping against your skin. You smacked your arms against the frame of the door, eliciting a cry from what would undoubtedly become a bruise to add to your collection later.

You were once again in the position you were before: Illumi overtop of you and pinning you against the floor, except this time you couldn’t see shit. While it didn’t help that the light of the monitor prevented your eyes from properly adjusting to the dark, you doubted that, even if they had, you’d be able to see Illumi above you.

Instead you were forced just to feel. Forced to feel the aura radiating off of him as well as the conflicting temperatures of his hands vs the rest of him. Forced to feel the warm air of his breath across your face as he used his upper body to stop you from struggling more. Forced to feel the soft material of his pants brushing against the upper portion of your thighs.

“Okay, Okay” You laughed nervously, opening your hands in surrender from their place against the floor. “You win. Again.”

He didn’t respond. You swallowed thickly, trying to calm your racing heart rate.

“Did I do better this time?”

You squeaked when you felt his aura flare again, but he didn’t move.

“You could hear me the entire time I searched for you down here. You know you did.”

You smiled, a surge of pride running through you. “I got you pretty good, huh?”

“Yes, however you still did not win.”

Your smile was gone in a flash, mumbling under your breath “I was pretty fuckin close though.”

He pressed his body closer to yours, and you could feel the movement of his lips by your ear. “Watch your tongue.”

You bit your lip at the sharpness of his tone, squirming against him from the discomfort of being so heavily pressed to the floor.

“Okay, alright, I’m sorry. Please Illumi, you’re crushing me.”

He still didn’t move. You could feel your spine grating against the concrete, causing you to begin hyperventilating a little.

“If you wanted your prize to be me dying from suffocation, you’re well on your way.”

“You’re being dramatic, but no that is not what I want.”

You laughed, a sound of mixed discomfort and nervousness. “Then what?”

“You.”

You blinked in the darkness at how fast his answer was, but also in mild confusion.

“But you already have m- oh.”

He ground his hips into you, and it clicked. You would’ve had to have been stupid not to understand what he meant, and you couldn’t help but feel dumb for not noticing how hard he was in the first place; but something about the setting made certain old things fall into place.

The depths of the cellar. The dark. Not being able to see him properly. Being pinned against whatever surface he wanted.

Memories that had been buried under the affection you had grown to have towards him.

There was a small tremor in your voice as you spoke. “Illu I am… more than down, but can we please go back upstairs?”

“No.”

His voice was strained, but commanding all the same - accompanied by the rustling of clothing. “We agreed that the winner gets what they want.”

You had your mouth open to protest, but became slack-jawed from the sensation of your panties being pushed to the side and his cock pressing into you to the hilt.

You were just barely wet enough to take him. Barely. The stretch, however, was insane. It had been a long time since you had taken him without any prep; those days seemingly far behind you, but the burning was something you’d never forget. Tears slipped past your eyes, a small shriek on your lips from the completely unexpected intimacy forced upon you.

He held you close, one of his hands keeping your leg hooked around his hips while the other was snaked between your shoulder blades and tangled in your hair, practically crushing you to him. Your entire body was tense as you desperately tried to adjust to him, your fists bunching the fabric of his shirt, which would undoubtedly leave creases.

It wasn’t in his character to let you adjust for long. You weren’t sure if it was due to impatience, or him thinking the time he gave you was adequate - perhaps it was a mix of both. Regardless, you were not ready when he pulled back, slamming into you once more with a roughness you weren’t used to.

While he was a little rough normally, sure, this was different. Rather than it being from his typical stiff, arguably robotic movements, this was almost unhinged. Desperate. He was fucking into you at a pace that all but sucked the air from you with every thrust, and your lack of sight amplified every single stroke of his cock against your plush walls.

It was far too much, way too fast.

“Illu-mi!” Your words were choked, “S-slow down! Please!”

“No,” He repeated, “You can take it.”

He didn’t let you lean your head back against the pavement, his hand gripping your hair and tilting your head so your face was buried in the crook of his neck; his personal musk adding to the cocktail of sensations bombarding your brain. The open collar of his shirt allowed for proper skin on skin contact, and you dug your teeth into what was offered to ride out the continuous zaps of throbbing pleasure that radiated throughout your body.

The air stunk of spilled wine and sex, a scent that would forever be ingrained in your memory along with the soft claps of skin and fabric echoing off the cement walls as they connected faster and faster.

This is what he wanted. To fuck you into the floor while you had no other choice but to take what he gave you.

The hand holding your thigh would undoubtedly leave a handprint by the time he was finished with you, his fingers digging into the skin and turning it the same brilliant shade of violet as his outfit. He wasn’t normally one to mark you physically, preferring to show his possessiveness over you in other ways, but once more this felt different. You keened when his hand moved higher to support your ass, raising his upper body off of you and detangling his other hand from your hair so it could grip the other side of your hips and haul your lower body onto his lap; the new angle allowing him to drive even deeper into you.

He was barely pulling out, but his pace remained the same as before, and you had to grip his forearms in order to ground yourself. The small sparks shooting up your spine fully gave way into fiery pleasure, all discomfort from earlier dissipating each time his cock fully disappeared inside your cunt. If his goal was to hurl you over the edge as fast as possible, he was succeeding. Your walls gripping him tighter and tighter, your mixed fluids undoubtedly leaving a giant mess on his pants as he continued to ruin you. Your face burned in mortification even though you couldn’t see the extent of the mess you were making.

You were so close. You were teetering right on the edge, but you couldn’t fall. The whine you let out was positively sinful, and you were glad that the only person who could hear you was Illumi.

Every single one of your words were punctuated by a gasp in time with his thrusts. “I can’t… Illumi please, I want to cum.”

You genuinely let out a sob when he slowed down, all movements coming to a halt and ripping all hope of an orgasm away from you in an instant. You couldn’t stop the whiney “why” that slipped past your lips before you felt his thin fingers wrapping around your throat. He never squeezed, simply letting the natural weight of his hand do the work for him.

“Stop whining.”

You managed to stifle your cries into soft whimpers with the aid of your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Remind me, who was the winner of this little game of yours?”

“You.”

“And what does the winner get, again?”

You paused, reluctantly giving out the answer.

“Whatever they want.”

“So does it matter what you want?”

You clenched around him, and he hissed through his teeth, tightening the grip on your throat.

“Answer me.”

“No!”

“Good.”

You expected him to go back to ruining you with no personal regard to your own pleasure after that, but were surprised when you felt him lean forward, pressing his lips to yours with a gentleness he didn’t show in his thrusts when they started back up again. You moaned unabashedly into his mouth, determined to drive him out of his mind as much as possible.

If you couldn’t get him to give in to you by begging for him, you were going to try and send him over the edge by losing all restraint on the noises he ripped from you.

A plan that was very short lived once his lips were replaced with his hand covering the lower half of your face - something he had never done and had you gushing around his cock like mad.

Part of you expected him to call you a brat, something he was particularly fond of calling you - especially earlier in your relationship, but the comment never came and you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed.

It made sense though. That would be giving you exactly what you wanted, and this wasn’t about you.

The position must have been rather awkward - trying to hold his hand over your mouth with one hand and keeping your lower body in his lap with the other because he pulled out of you very suddenly. Half your mewl in protest was muffled by his hand before he rolled you roughly onto your stomach, hauling your hips up so he sheath himself back inside you and lifting your upper body up by your jaw so your head was pressed against his shoulder from the force of his hand pressing against your mouth.

You could feel the damp patch you had created against the bottom of his shirt hitting your ass with every thrust and tears leaked out of your eyes. You couldn’t tell if they were from the mortification or from the edging.

His thrusts were beginning to lose rhythm and you could feel his cock twitching each time he re-entered you. You lifted your arms up, finding his head in the dark and tangling your hands in his hair. He rarely ever allowed you to do that. You had found out the hard way that his scalp was something of an erogenous zone for the man - one that he wasn’t happy with you finding out.

A small tug to his hair, and it was enough to rip a proper groan from his throat. What you were not expecting was for him to pinch your jaw, taking advantage of your yelp of shock and sudden pain to shove two fingers into your mouth. You gagged a little, even though his fingers didn’t go further than your molars. Instead they pressed down on your tongue, quickly creating a pool of saliva that was soon dripping down onto your shirt. When he was satisfied, he withdrew his fingers, reaching down to where your bodies were connected and finding your clit with frightening accuracy.

You shrieked, the constant edging being cut by an overwhelming amount of additional pleasure had your mind spinning in overstimulation and flooding your veins with ice. You detangled one of your hands from his hair, reaching down out of pure instinct to pull his hand away.

“Too much, I can’t.” You panted.

“Yes you can, and you’re going to.” His fingers continued to swirl around your clit, undeterred from your own trying to stop him. “Right now.”

And as if on command the coil in your core snapped, your walls fluttering around his length - trying to suck him in as deep as possible.

Illumi wasn’t far behind you, holding you flush to his body as he finished inside you with three final thrusts, his release seeping out of you around his length, staining his clothes further and dripping onto the floor.

All you could hear was your ragged breaths echoing off the cellar walls. The air was much warmer now, so you didn’t feel cold when Illumi pulled out of you. The shiver that ran through you was from the sensation of his cum pooling in your panties as he slid them back into place.

You whimpered when he pressed a chaste kiss to your tear stained cheeks, re-adjusting your clothing and his with a level of care and precision that when you had first met him had seemed cold and ironically cruel, but you had learned were just practiced movements to ensure the best result possible.

“If you think I’m walking up the stairs after that,” you sniffled, “you’ve got another thing coming.”

He didn’t respond, but you didn’t need him to. His arms looped under you, hoisting you up bridal style and carrying you back towards the steps.

You buried your face into his chest, your eyes heavy lidded as his body came into view again once you both re-entered the light.

“If we ever play again, I’m gonna win. You’ll see.”

He glanced down at you briefly, in time to see your eyes close completely.

You were blissfully unaware of the ghost of a smile on his lips as he kicked the cellar door shut.

“I’m sure you will.”

He’d let you think you could win, but you never could. Not just because his skills were far superior than yours, but with everything factored in, you winning was impossible.

But it was a nice thought regardless.

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can you do bakugou imagine with him saying “wait, you think I’m cute?” of the fluff prompts? thanks I’m advance!

Warning: just the starter pack of warnings needed for a Bakugou's fic. And reader isn't good with cats.

Akumi's notes: super fun to write, I may or may not had indulged myself with the teasing, hehe~

Putting a foot delicately on the railing, you hopped to the balcony with grace, making almost no sound while landing. Sneaking out of the B class dorms was never a challenging task, and by now, you had completely mastered it. As you saw that the curtains in your boyfriend's room were closed, a knot formed in your belly, and checking the bright "11:24 pm" on your phone didn't make it any better. Jesus, you were oh so late, and oh so dead.

No light filtered through the black fabric, so you couldn't guess if he was still awake. Swallowing hard, your fingers pushed the glass door just enough to peek. But you were greeted by red piercing eyes that carved holes into your soul from the bed. You braced yourself and put on a smile.

—Hi there! How was your-

— You're late —you were cut off mid sentence, and his words felt like a bullet to your chest. You should have known better than procrastinating at your dorm with Juuzou and Rin for too long, being aware of Bakugou's tight schedule...

— I'm so sorry, kitty... I didn't mean to make you stay up so late...—your feet dragged you close to his bed, and as you crouched and leaned your chin against the mattress, your guilty gaze lifted up to his— Can you forgive me?

— Who said I was waiting for you, huh?! —a vein pulsed in Bakugou's forehead as he grabbed a pillow and shoved it harshly to your face— I'm awake cuz Kirishima has been sending me stupid memes all night!! And stop calling me that! Fuckin gross!

Your lungs gasped for air against the soft fabric. Arms flailed, until they managed to move away Katsuki's hand and the pillow.

—But you... are a kitten! —you sucked deep breaths back into your system— And it...goes well with...your name!

— How come, asshole? —Bakugou quirked a brow, an even deeper scowl on his face. The boy looked like he was about to snap.

But you were reckless, so you kept on explaining why calling your boyfriend "kitty" was extremely accurate.

— Yeah! You see, your name's Katsuki. Ka-tsu-ki. The "Kat" on your name sounds just like "cat" in English. Besides, you're a grumpy cat so it's the perfect nickname for ya! —you were absolutely serious about it, to you, those were solid arguments supporting a statement, but, for Bakugou, it was mere teasing.

Oh boy, he was mad. Not only the vein on his forehead was pulsing, also the ones on his temple and neck. His jaw was tight, teeth gritted with anger, fueled by the bright eyes you held while embarrassing him nonstop. With no warning, Bakugou got on his feet and chased after you. While you ran away as fast as you could, stumbling on his belongings mid way.

— Get back here you fucker! I'm gonna show you who's the real kitty!! This is a small space so you won't be running away for too long!

— Wait, Katsuki, wait! Aizawa's downstairs, we're gonna get caught!

— YOU are gonna get caught, YOU are the one who sneaked out of your dorm!

Now you were standing on Bakugou's bed, ready to jump away, while he was on the floor, arms ready to capture you anytime. This wasn't the cuddle session you were expecting at all, but it was your fault anyway.

— Hey, Katsuki.

— What is it now? — he growled.

— You know I love you, right?

— I know it says quite a lot since you don't even like cats in the first place!

A few bangs were heard through the wall next to Bakugou's bed.

— Hey, you two! We're trying to sleep here, tone it down! —the voice of a drowsy and low-key annoyed Kirishima rang from the other room.

— Ah, we're sorry Kirishima! We'll be quiet, I promise! —you threw a high pitched whisper back, a wry smile on.

— It's okay, but you guys can't do this every night! I'm messing up all my stuff the next day!

Great, now you'd have a sleep deprived Kirishima on your consciousness to make you even more guilty.

— Yeah, yeah, just go back to sleep! — Bakugou added in a tone lower than usual, maybe taking to mind his friend's request.

Kirishima's intervention had dissolved the previous atmosphere between the two of you, leaving a much needed calm silence stablish in the room and around the teens now sitting next to each other on the messed up bed. You felt really bad about everything, having Katsuki waiting all night for you, and waking up his best friend for no reason. Looking up at Bakugou's face, you saw the tiredness within his scowl. The wrinkles under his orbits, and the hard time his eyes were having to keep focused. You wanted to apologize, but just words didn't seem enough.

— C'mon Kats, —your voice came out low, not wanting to disturb the quietness around, but the teasing tone remained just slightly— the fact that I don't like cats makes you even more special! Because you're the only cat I like!

— Tch, what's up with that stupid logic of yours. Who even calls their partner after something they dislike?! —he growled, but also quietly.

— Let me remind you that you don't even call me cute nicknames, so I had to put extra effort on yours. —you had filled your cheeks with air, sealing your lips with a cute pout.

— Oh, shut up and go to your fucking dorm already, I wanna sleep. —Katsuki groaned, laying down on the mattress and about to pull the covers over his body. But you stopped him by setting yourself between his legs and holding onto his wrist.

— Kitty... —the silly nickname made the boy's body tense, but it slowly relaxed with the brushing of your thumb against his skin— I know it was my mistake, taking so long to come here and making you stay up so late... I want to make it up to you, hm?

— And how are you supposed to do that?

— It's simple! I'll give you a shoulder massage until you fall asleep, how does that sound?

— Hmph, it better be good —the boy complied.

— No worries! Now take off your shirt.

— Tch, don't tell me what to do, I know I'd have to take it off for a massage —Katsuki sat up again, and pulled the hem of his shirt above his head. Then, he laid face down on the bed.

Taking seat on his butt, straddling his hips, your hands found place in his trapeziums and started delicately stretching the muscle in slow motions. Your actions earned a low satisfied groan from the boy below you. It made you smile proudly, it looked like Juuzou's massage lessons were being fructiferous, but you weren't telling that to Katsuki today. As the tight knots on his upper back disappeared, you kept massaging down his spine, putting all your weight on your hands for a better performance.

On the other side, Bakugou felt like floating between pillows made of clouds as the fatigue left his body. He couldn't help the small groans from leaving his throat because of how light headed he was. It wouldn't be bad to just doze off like this.

— You know? Sometimes I just can't get over how cute you are. —you chimed.

— Stop teasing me. —Bakugou was supposed to sound sharp and tough, but in his drowsy state, those words came out slurred and muffled against the pillow.

— But it is true! It ain't just saying, I really think so! —your whisper brushed his left ear, making his skin shiver and blush.

After a short pause, the boy spoke slowly, his half lidded eyes held a glimpse of sad longing in your direction— So... you think I'm cute... For real?

— Of course! Wait... Does that mean I don't demonstrate enough? —your soul dropped. You knew Katsuki hated being teased by you and how low he thought about himself, but you hoped your cheerful encouragement had helped him to feel loved and deserving of that love.

— Hey, that's not what I-

Brushing his spikey locks out of his face, you placed a soft smooch above his barely clutched eyebrows.

— Your forehead is cute, I don't see it often so I'm thankful when I'm able to.

And then tender lips worshipped with kisses every lovable spot they could reach — Your nose is cute too, specially when it's wrinkled. Yeah, just like that! And your cheeks, your hands, your nape-

— Shut up!

It was just so adorable in your eyes the way he looked: Back glued to the headboard, eyes completely open, framed by sharp clutched brows, and a deep blush covering his features from neck to ears. You wished you had your phone close.

— I'm really sorry for making you wait for me.

— I told you, I wasn't waiting! It was Kirishima. And stop apologizing already! All you have to do is turn out the fucking light and get back here, you still have to make it up to me, and I wanna sleep.

Of course you knew Kirishima had been sound asleep even before you came to the room, but you didn't feel like teasing your kitty that far tonight. Bedtime was top priority.

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i hate you.

| 1940s!bucky x reader | fluff | smut |

requested. greaser!bucky au. enemies(?) to lovers. @fitzfiles and i are shamelessly indulgent

bucky made up his mind, he was going to win you over.

Bucky Barnes was the asshole across the street with the stupid loud motorcycle and white tees and leather jackets. You hated him.

“Hey, doll.”

You heard it every day when you came walking home from school, books in hand. And every day, it irritated you. You would scowl at Bucky, and he would flash his stupid smirk and wink at you.

You’d see him shirtless at night, smoking out on his porch. Once, he caught you staring out the window, and he’d teased you about it the next day on your way off to school.

“Checking me out last night, doll?”

“Don’t call me that. It’s Y/N. And no I wasn’t checking you out. I was watching you die slowly of lung cancer,” you snarked, making him throw his head back with laughter.

“If smoking doesn’t kill you, I will,” you muttered before going inside of your house.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!” You screamed, throwing your front door open. You were wrapped in a blanket over your thin pajamas, and you were infuriated.

“What?” He called with a stupid amused look on his face.

“It’s five in the fucking morning! Stop revving the engine on your motorcycle! You’re waking up the whole neighbourhood!”

“You’re the one screaming.”

“I hate you,” you seethed.

Without breaking eye contact, he revved the engine again. You were so irritated you could cry, and you resolved yourself to go back inside, refusing to let Bucky get the satisfaction of seeing your reaction to his antagonizing.

This had gone on for months. You were able to ignore him most of the time, but he was persistent. Your friends joked that he was in love with you, but you couldn’t imagine it. Bucky was delighted to get you worked up, and he was proud of himself for it.

“You’ve all lost your bloody minds,” you assured your friends, dragging them inside as Bucky whistled at you from across the street.

“He’s just my annoying neighbor.”

Bucky seemed to be always washing his yellow car in his driveway. You’d come home and see him shirtless, in low-rise jeans that showed off v-lines, bent over the hood of his soapy car. If it wasn’t the car, it was his motorcycle. He always winked at you or blew you a kiss, making you shake your head or roll your eyes.

You hated to see him washing his car, because it made it that much more difficult to deny how incredibly gorgeous he was.

Bucky delighted in getting you worked up. He loved to see your cheeks flush pink and the way your nose scrunched up at his banter. He had a crush on you, ever since he moved in, and he always loved your attention, even if he got it by antagonizing you.

Bucky did intend to get in your good favor, but you had made up your mind that you didn’t like him. Bucky was determined, and loved a challenge.

Bucky decided his opportunity to win you over was when it was pouring down rain. The morning had started out sunny when you’d walked to school, but the weather had turned rapidly mid-morning.

He got in his yellow car, and drove to the college in town, parking outside and going into the lobby with an umbrella. He leaned against a railing, waiting for you to get out of your class, to give you a lift and keep you from getting soaked and ruining your books.

As soon as it started to rain, you’d fretted about getting home. You didn’t have any friends that drove, and you had been debating whether to wait out the rain or just brave it and get wet.

You definitely didn’t expect to see your neighbour leaning against the railing in the front lobby.

“Hey, doll.” He grinned, standing when you approached him. He had ignored the stares of the other girls, everything else disappearing when he saw you.

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” you sighed, blushing at the stares you got, everyone hearing his term of endearment for you.

“I brought my car, I didn’t want you to ruin your books and get wet by walking home in the rain,” he answered honestly, surprising you.

“You drove here to pick me up?”

Bucky nodded, and you fought off a small smile. You didn’t like him, and you were annoyed, but the gesture was thoughtful, and much appreciated. You rationalized the soft feelings by claiming it was basic decency, and it was necessary that you had to take him up on his offer.

“Okay.”

You took his arm and he opened his umbrella, keeping you dry as he helped you into the passenger seat of his yellow car. You set your books on the dash, leaning back against the leather seat. As he drove, the radio played smooth jazz, surprising you a bit, as Bucky didn’t seem like the jazz type.

“Bucky, you’ve missed the turn.” You said, and he only smiled, biting the inside of his cheek. Your heart rate increased as he drove into the city and you whipped your head to look at him.

“Where are you taking me? I thought you were taking me home!”

“I am taking you home, eventually,” Bucky grinned, and you could’ve screamed.

“You can’t just abduct me! Where are we going?! I will throw myself from your moving car!” You snapped, panicking.

“I’m not abducting you! I’m taking you to have some fun, because all you do is study and it’s made you wound tight!”

“You’re kidding me. I’ve got to write a paper!” You cried, and Bucky just laughed, shaking his head.

“Just relax, Y/N.”

You gave him a scathing look, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You’re insufferable.”

“Most say charming.”

You followed Bucky into a roller rink, rolling your eyes but secretly excited about rollerskating. You slipped your feet into white skates, thankful today you had chosen to wear pants.

You stepped onto the rink with Bucky right behind you. It had been a while since you skated, and you were a bit unsteady on your feet. You pushed forward, putting your arms out for balance as you tried to get used to the feeling of the wheels under your feet.

“Careful!” Bucky exclaimed when you nearly fell, catching your waist to steady you. You gasped, your hands going to his arms for balance. A blush spread across your cheeks, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the gentle, caring way he touched you.

“Thanks,” you smiled, pushing off his arms and skating smoothly around. He fell in rhythm beside you, skating to the music.

He tried to show off by skating backwards, but lost his balance and fell, making you shriek. You moved toward him quickly, and held out your hands to help him up.

“Are you alright?” You asked, and he nodded, biting back a smile.

“I’m fine, I’m okay.”

You decided you’d had enough then, and the two of you resorted to eating pizza at a parlor down the street, Bucky insisting on you needing dinner before you went home. You shivered as you stepped into the air-conditioned restaurant, coming out of the warm summer evening. Bucky slipped his black leather jacket from his arms and put it on you when he noticed. You whispered a soft thank-you, pulling it tightly around your smaller body. It smelled faintly of smoke and castile soap, like him.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight of you wearing his clothes, his heart stirring as you hugged it around you.

“Feel better?” Bucky asked as you bit into a slice of pizza.

“I’m not going to let you take credit for loosening me up.”

“Oh, I haven’t even tried to loosen you up yet.” He joked, making you choke on your water. You glared at him for the suggestive comment, and he smirked.

You blushed at the insinuation, images of intimacy with Bucky flashing through your mind. He didn’t take his eyes off of you, and you shifted under his gaze.

“Smartass. You still abducted me.”

“And you’re enjoying it.”

You took another bite of your pizza, finally breaking the intense eye contact.

Even though you had enjoyed the night with Bucky in the city, and you’d gone home full of butterflies, he had quickly managed to get back on your nerves.

Bucky’s friends came over to party, and they were loud, obnoxious, and kept you (and half the neighbourhood) up with their partying the night before you had a presentation at college. You were infuriated when you complained to Bucky, and he told you that you should’ve just come to party with them, since you were up anyways.

Then there was the fact that Bucky kept revving the engine of his damned motorcycle. You hated it, especially early in the morning when you were trying to peacefully trying to pour a cup of coffee.

You couldn’t stand him, and he just made you mad.

You hated his motorcycle, and you hated his arrogance. You hated how everyone dropped to their knees at his every whim. You hated when you’d see him painting his fence or working on his car outside, and he’d pull his shirt off when he saw you looking. You hated that Bucky smoked.

Mostly, you hated how everything Bucky did gave you butterflies.

Bucky adored the way your brow knit together when you glared at him. He adored the blush of your cheeks and the way you huffed in annoyance. He loved to see your eyes glitter with emotion whenever he got under your skin. He adored the way your eyes lingered on him whenever he was shirtless in the yard.

Bucky adored you.

The night was particularly warm. The summer heat had everyone on edge, and you and Bucky were no exception. The moon was the only light in the starless sky, a dark stillness settling over your neighbourhood. It was incredibly late, but you couldn’t sleep like everyone else. You had been enjoying the quiet loneliness of the night when Bucky had gone outside to the sidewalk. He was shirtless as he lit a cigarette, grinning at you.

“Hey, doll.”

“Don’t call me that,” you huffed, feeling like a broken record.

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he blew smoke into the air, and you stood up off your porch swing. You walked across your small lawn quickly, until you were standing in the street.

“You shouldn’t smoke, it will kill you,” you quipped, making him roll his eyes.

“Don’t stand in the street, a car can come and kill you.” Bucky said back, though there was a tone of seriousness to his voice.

“It’s the middle of the night, no one is going to-”

Bucky suddenly grabbed you and yanked you toward him, making you shriek. Less than half a second later, a car without its headlights on came flying down the street.

Your eyes were wide with fright, unable to process that Bucky had just pulled you from in front of a car. His eyes blazed with emotion, and you tried to shove off of him.

“You almost fucking died! I told you not to stand in the damned street!” Bucky snapped at you, raising his voice.

“Don’t yell at me! I wouldn’t have been in the street if you weren’t such an asshole!” you shouted back, your eyes and throat burning, making your entire body tremble.

“Why are you so fucking difficult?!” Bucky’s fear at seeing you almost get hit by a car in front of him fueled his emotion, and he didn’t mean to yell at you, but the feelings were boiling over.

“Because you make me so mad, and because I love you, you idiot!” You screamed before you could stop yourself. When you said the words out loud, you realized you meant them, more than you meant any of the anger.

There was a deafening silence, and it was too late to take it back.

“Bucky, I-” you stammered, but he cut you off by crashing his lips against yours, pulling you into him.

Passion lit like a fire between you, and you reached up and held his face, kissing him back with force. You parted your lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, moving in sync with you, swallowing your small noises. He cradled your jaw as his mouth moved with yours, drawing you even closer.

The heat practically suffocated you, and you were completely lost in Bucky. He tasted like smoke and coffee, and his body was pressed against your own, overwhelming you with need. His hands slid down to squeeze your ass, and you rolled your hips against his as you moaned.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered when the two of you finally broke for air. He wasted no time before mouthing along your jaw, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

Your hands ran down his toned chest, before hooking your fingers in his belt loops and tugging his hips closer against yours, wanting to feel him hardening against you. The heat between your legs was spreading, and you were aching for him.

Bucky groaned against your neck as you ground against him, and he backed you up against his car, needing to ground the two of you. He could hear your small, breathy pants by his ear and you were practically shaking with need.

“Bucky, please touch me,” you begged, months of sexual frustration pouring out all at once. Who was he to deny you? He kissed you deeply, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing him against your front.

Your breath hitched when he slipped his hand into your waistband, cupping your sex. You spread your legs a bit, and he slipped his fingers through your folds, tracing the shape of you.

He hardened at the sound of your soft moans and the feeling of you twitching against his fingertips. Neither of you cared that you were outside, on display for anyone who woke up in the night.

He found your clit, stroking it softly while you made out, swallowing all of your sexy noises. You were overwhelmed by what he could do with just his fingers, and you somehow needed him closer, even though your bodies were pressed against each other. Your body was buzzing with pleasure from his small touches alone, and you were having the same effect on him.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you breathed, lightly biting down on his shoulder to silence yourself as he eased a finger inside of you. He pumped slowly, and you took him in easily with how turned on you were.

“I know, doll, but I gotta warm you up first so I don’t hurt you.” He kissed your jaw, and a short laugh escaped you.

“Cheeky,” you hummed, palming over his crotch, making him push two fingers into you all at once. The air caught in your throat, but you kept feeling him up as he curled his fingers forward into your g-spot.

The way you were moaning his name was driving him wild, and he couldn’t draw out the foreplay anymore. You pulled your shirt over your head, thankful you had forgone a bra. Your shirt was discarded in the driveway, and Bucky tugged your bottoms down easily before lifting your nude body up onto the hood of his car. You leaned forward, undoing the button on his jeans and helping him out of them, your eyes widening when you saw how big he was.

Bucky grinned at you, able to read your mind, your thoughts evident in your startled expression. His ego definitely didn’t need the boost, and you blushed when you realized he was grinning at your observation.

Your tongue nervously darted out over your lips, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He lowered you to lay down on the cool metal, making you shudder when it came into contact with your hot skin.

You exhaled softly as his hands skimmed down your body in an attempt to ease your nerves. He leaned down and kissed you gently, bending your legs up to your chest.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, doll,” Bucky promised, and he meant it. You nodded, your head falling back as he slowly rocked into you.

Your vision focused in on the moon hanging above you in the sky, and you didn’t care about being outside, even as the warm breeze ruffled your hair.

“Bucky... fuck,” you whined, arching your back, pushing yourself further onto him. Your knees went over his shoulders, his hands coming to rest on either side of your head as he rocked his hips against yours.

The slow, deep rhythm had you struggling to breathe, pleasure rolling through your body in thick waves. Bucky was overwhelmed by the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing around him, tight as he fucked into you all the way.

“That’s my girl,” Bucky praised you as you pushed down to meet his powerful thrusts.

Your eyes rolled back at the praise, and you felt pressure building low in your belly as he repeatedly hit the spots inside of you that had you seeing stars. You were moaning his name and writhing below him, the sight making him nearly explode.

“Y/N,” Bucky gasped out, fucking into you roughly, one of his hands rubbing your clit to help you along before he couldn’t fight off his own orgasm any longer.

With the added stimulation, the pressure snapped inside of you, making you squeeze around him and come with a scream, not caring if you stirred the neighbours.

Let them see Bucky taking you on the hood of his car.

Your name fell from Bucky’s lips like worship, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you and forcing you to contract around him pushed him over the edge. He came inside of you, painting you with his release and prolonging your own pleasure.

You looked down at him once the buzzing pleasure started to subside, a sleepy smile on your face. He grinned at you, pulling you up into a sweet kiss.

“Still hate me, doll?”

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