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#I made a post with these a while ago but I’m sure it’s very lost by now lol
cordeliawhohung · 23 hours
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here's that one ghoap x reader one shot i had posted the idea for a bit ago
johnny has an easy smile and an aura that tells you he wants something significantly more than just his pleasure alone. it isn't until he's got you face first in the mattress that you realize you've bitten off more than you can chew.
cw: alcohol, smut (oral f!receiving, unprotected p in v) consensual to dub-con, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight dumbification of johnny
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Usually, you never gave your name out so easily to any man who sauntered up to you at the bar, but something was different about this one. Maybe it was because of that odd glint in his eyes; a deep rooted lust poorly obscured by a pretty blue tint. Maybe it was because he looked terribly lost in a very cute way, like a puppy trying to find its owner. Whatever it was, it had your name rolling off your tongue faster than you could stop it, and it made the vodka in your drink taste as sweet as syrup. 
His name was Johnny, and he had an easy smile that was too contagious for you to even attempt to keep up your stone cold expression. He nursed a simple pint, but didn’t seem nearly as interested in it as he was you. For all his smooth words and sharp wit, he didn’t seem to concern himself at all with attempting to hide the fact he had been undressing you with his eyes for the last half hour. The only reason you even allowed him to do so was because how warm it made you feel, rather than disgusting and violated. It was almost like a promise he was looking for something far greater than his own pleasure that night. 
Eventually your drink went down as easy as water and everything else began to melt away. The dim glow of the ambient lighting made Johnny appear even more alluring as he entertained you with some outlandish story that you were certain was mostly made up, but you didn’t care. He was nice to look at, and as you smiled and nodded along with his words you couldn’t help but wonder if his hair was as soft as it looked. 
“Wanna get out of here?” he suddenly suggested after you both were several drinks in. 
His proposition nearly had you laughing, and had it been any other man on any other night you certainly would have. As cute as Johnny was, it was impossible to deny the sweet puppy charm he had about him, and you didn’t know why it lured you in as well as it did. Visions of what could possibly wait for you that night began to unfold in your mind, and you found your hips shifting on the stiff barstool as your eyes flickered to the stubble on his jaw. You wondered how that stubble would feel on the insides of your thighs. 
“I don’t know…” you pondered, but your tone was far from sure. If anything, it was tempting; as if you wanted him to try and push more. 
“You sure?” he questioned with a raised brow. 
Before your reply could leave your lips, Johnny stole your breath away with a single brush of his fingers against your thighs. It all seemed a little juvenile, being touched in a bar as if you were two horny teens who couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves. Still, you would be lying if you said you didn’t want him to push just a little further as his hands grabbed the meat of your inner thigh like he claimed a prize. 
“Don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” 
What exactly transpired after he said that phrase that had your lips crashing against his was something you couldn’t quite recall, but you quickly realized you didn’t really care. The sour taste of beer was hot on your tongue as your thumb rubbed against the stubble on his jaw. He was the most intoxicating thing you had on your lips that night, and when his teeth nipped at you, you knew there was no way you could ever say no to his proposition. 
As Johnny pulled out of that sloppy, drunken kiss, you didn’t take notice of the way his eyes flickered away from you. You didn’t realize how his attention landed on a large, looming figure that sat tucked away at one of the tables in the far side of the room. While the man’s face was shrouded with a silly skull mask, his gaze spoke volumes; it screamed something that Johnny had been craving that entire night. 
Approval. 
As it would turn out, there were plenty of things you didn’t notice that night. You didn’t notice the two pairs of boots by Johnny’s front door, or how their sizes were so different. You didn’t notice how his bedsheets had the faint aroma of cigarettes woven in the fabric despite the fact you had not tasted a hint of tobacco on his lips when you kissed him. Or maybe you did notice and you just didn’t care. It was difficult to care about anything with Johnny’s face buried in your cunt. 
The sound of his moans rivaled that of your own, and it was downright obscene when accompanied by the wet smacking of his lips on your clit. He ate you out with a fervor you had never experienced with any other man, like he attempted to unravel you with his tongue alone. When your fingers weaved through the thick strands of his hair, that only seemed to prod him to do more. He sunk two thick fingers into your cunt and relished with a guttural groan at how your muscles squeezed at him. 
With his fingers and tongue working in tandem, it didn’t take you long to come. That blistering heat tore through your body with vicious revenge. Johnny’s chuckle got lost in the heat of your skin as he eventually weaned himself off of your cunt and planted a trail of kisses up your body until he reached your lips once more. You could tell by the way his tongue slipped into your mouth that he was far from finished with you, and so when you felt his hands on your hips gently prompting you to turn over, you didn’t fight him on it. 
Your hands and knees sunk into the mattress as you did your best to put on a show for Johnny. Back arched, ass up in the air, hips swaying side to side as if he needed any further enticing. His hands palmed and squeezed at your ass while he pressed himself against you. The fabric of his jeans felt odd and rough against your cunt — as Johnny was too impatient to taste you in order to take them off — yet you grinded back against him anyway. 
“Gorgeous,” he cooed. Rustling clothes sounded behind you as Johnny worked off his shirt, followed by the metallic zipping of his pants. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy, aye? Wanna see if she feels as good as she tastes.” 
Your fingers curled into the bed sheets as Johnny’s cock sunk into you. The thick, wide stretch of him had your mind running blank. Even still, your mindless state had your body rocking back against him where you swallowed the rest of his length whole with a wanton whine. Johnny’s fingers dug into your hips at the stimulation, and you could feel the aching want exude from his body; as if he had to hold himself back lest he rip you to shreds like a badly behaved dog. 
“Bleeding Christ,” he hissed, hips grinding against yours. “She feels so good, bonnie. So fuckin’ good.” 
When Johnny’s hips pulled back just to slam against yours again, you knew you weren’t going to last long. With your nerves already frayed from your previous orgasm, this upcoming one wasn’t buried deep at all. It was right there, lingering just underneath your skin with its tendrils snaking up towards your mind, smothering any coherent thought you attempted to conjure. There was no need for rational thinking, anyway. Why would you need to question the heavy approaching footsteps or the dark rumbling chuckle behind you? 
“Bein’ good, Johnny?” 
The voice that spoke was unfamiliar, and it certainly didn’t belong to Johnny. The deep baritone of it caused your breath to hitch in your throat, yet it was impossible to hold back your moans as Johnny continued to fuck you like it was no big deal. 
“Of course I am,” Johnny panted in response, “just listen to her.”
“Not good enough to wait for me,” the man countered. 
“Couldn’t wait. Not when she was sittin’ so pretty f’me.” 
No, something was wrong. Someone else was there with you, watching as Johnny fucked you into the mattress like an animal. As a wave of panic settled in your chest, you pushed against the bed as you attempted to look over your shoulder, yet it was of no use. Johnny’s relentless pace made it impossible to do anything but slip and slide forward until your face was nearly being smothered into the pillows. 
“Johnny?” you asked, voice pitchy and raw. 
“Right here, bonnie,” he replied as his hands snaked around your front to paw at your chest. “Fuck, you sound so pretty sayin’ my name like that. Not gonna last much longer if you keep talkin’ like that.” 
Even if your brain was capable of coming up with a response to his mindless ramblings, your words surely would have gotten caught in your throat as Johnny’s hips suddenly faltered. His body moved away from yours with a slight jerk, as if someone had yanked on his head, but you could still feel his pathetic attempts to pump his cock into you as he whimpered. 
“Nuh uh,” the new man — whatever his name was — chastised. “You don’t get to come until she does, yeah?”
Johnny’s forehead suddenly crashed against your back as his thrusts picked up pace once again. The hands that were pawing at your chest quickly wandered down to your clit, and your body nearly convulsed at the violent stimulation. You gasped as you tried to rip his hand off of you while the tingling sensation of your impending demise started to crack your body to pieces. 
“Wait, Johnny please,” you babbled. You didn’t even know what you were trying to ask of him. To stop? To explain who that strange voice belonged to? How were you supposed to get those words out when he fucked you like a wild animal? 
“I know, I know,” Johnny shushed. “I just need one more out of ya. One more then Simon will be satisfied. Please, just one more bonnie, s’all I want.” 
A part of you wanted to hold back, to deny him that satisfaction, but it was impossible. He had already built you up so high that it was all too easy to kick out the support beams and watch you tumble. Johnny ripped your orgasm from your body with deft hands sending tremors throughout your body that forced your eyes to squeeze shut tight. It was searing — all consuming — like you were now bound to the man who fucked you and the stranger who egged him on. 
Johnny’s cock slid out of you once your whining had calmed down, but it wasn’t long before his grunts picked up again. Without his hands to hold your hips in place, you crashed forward onto the mattress with a wince before slowly turning on your back in an attempt to face him. 
The view that consumed your vision was enough to stun you into submission. Perspiration coated Johnny’s body with a glistening sheen, and he looked like a god as he sat in front of you on his knees. But he wasn’t alone. A large and brutish man stood at the end of the bed where he held Johnny against his chest by his hair. A black skull-patterned mask obscured his face, but you could make out the darkness of his eyes clear as day as he muttered into the man’s ear. You couldn’t hear what he said over the sound of Johnny’s whining, as the man had his arm snaked around to his front where he tugged at Johnny’s cock using your wetness as lube. 
Before you had the chance to muster a single thought, Johnny came undone. His cum spilled out of him in heavy bursts, falling along your thighs and stomach as the man continued to work him through his end. Had you not been so confused and scared, you would have made a face at the odd, sticky feeling that tainted your skin. Instead, you laid there in silence as the man shoved his cum-coated fingers into Johnny’s mouth. 
“Such a messy pup,” he hummed while Johnny licked his fingers clean. 
When the man turned his attention to you, you wanted to just melt into the bed. To vanish into thin air. To be anywhere else that wasn’t under his gaze. His eyes swept over you in a quick assessment before he pushed Johnny’s head toward you with a simple shove. 
“Clean her up,” he ordered. 
And he did. Johnny’s feverish tongue lapped along your legs and torso, cleaning up the remnants of his cum on your body. But you didn’t feel clean. You felt dirty and confused; used even. 
“Did I do good? I made you come twice, didn’t I? Please tell me I did good, bonnie,” Johnny begged. 
With your body cleaned with his tongue, his nose nuzzled against the inside of your neck as he covered your body with his. As an instinct, your arms wrapped around him as if he was the only support you had. If you couldn’t hide away in the bed, then you’d certainly try to hide away under Johnny, as useless as it was. You made the mistake of making eye contact with that stranger, and his eyes looked like a warning. Like you shouldn’t dare to tell Johnny he was anything less than great. 
“Y-You did good, Johnny,” you said, voice meek and trembling. 
“Did ya hear that, Simon? She said I did good,” Johnny repeated, relishing in your approval. “Thank you, bonnie, thank you…” 
The man — Simon? — walked around the edge of the bed to get closer to you and Johnny, and you found your grip on him tightening. That night had seemed like a good idea back at the bar when you were a few drinks in, but you couldn’t ignore the way your heart felt like it tried to tear itself to shreds. Simon reached his hand for the back of Johnny’s head where he gave his hair a good ruffle, yet when he spoke he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you. 
“Good pup.”
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kzpearce · 1 year
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A LOST KID CALLED YOUR BOYFRIEND “ DADDY ” !!
ft. k. ayato, alhaitham, tartaglia, heizou, k. kazuha, scaramouche, tighnari, diluc, kaveh.
note. no pronouns mentioned (but quite focused with female reader. worry not, it's not obv tho hopefully). quite suggestive to childe and heizou.
your fav characs might be here in part two!
author's note. i posted this two or three days ago but i got shadow banned for some reason (maybe i had too tags?) i don't know how tumblr algorithm works because i'm quite new here ;( anyway i hope you enjoy this !! additional note; this was inspired from a specific event of tears of themis where this little girl was lost and called the four men their "daddy" !!
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— kamisato ayato.
“hi sweetie,” the child opened her arms as she ran towards your boyfriend with a huge smile on her face. ayato hefted her with a sweet smile on his face (you were frowning, but you couldn’t help your stomach explode with butterflies).
“everything makes sense when a ‘single’ man is so hardworking.” you rolled your eyes as you whispered sarcastically (ayato managed to hear you though).
“this is our baby,” he whispered to you with a wink, planting a quick kiss on your cheek.
“are you lost, baby girl?” ayato asked the little girl like he didn’t do anything that made your face turn into a tomato. 
your boyfriend can be a very great father to your future children one day. 
— alhaitham.
both of your eyes widened when you saw the little girl hugging your boyfriend with a smile on her lips. the little girl kissed your boyfriend’s cheek multiple times, she looked very happy to see her dad.
you bit your lower lip, preventing yourself from laughing too hard when you saw alhaitham’s priceless look. however, it was becoming a hard task to do, hence you covered your mouth with your hand. “i’m not informed, alhaitham.”
“i’m not a big fan of kids unless it’s ours,” he remarked. 
you laughed (ignoring the fact he might want to have kids with you), “help the child, haitham!”
— tartaglia.
ajax started hugging the little girl with love too. you rapidly blink at the sight, questioning if he was really the father of the child or someone close..? 
“not mine, baby.” he grinned as if he read the thought running in your mind. “the guardian or parents must be here somewhere.”
you and ajax didn’t really think nor talk about it until the child’s mother was found not too long after. your eyebrows furrowed to childe, waiting for him to answer the questions you wanted to hear. however, he just shrugged yet with a mischievous smirk curved on his lips.
“too bad. it would be hot if you were the one who called me daddy though.”
“archons, ajax!” 
— heizou.
“the kid must have had a traumatic experience, and it seemed like i looked like her father,” heizou thought thoroughly. 
“yeah, yeah, hot detective.” you rolled your eyes with a grin. “what if it was really your child?”
heizou shrugged. “you haven’t even felt how big my-”
“okay, shut up, you dirty ass gross.”
he laughed his ass off.
— kaedehara kazuha.
“who would’ve thought that you’ll have a child, kazu.” you blinked while watching him. the child gave kazuha quite a lot of affection. she must have been missing her father to be this clingy to kazuha.
“impossible. i’ve never been in love before, until you.” kazuha sighed. his eyes stare at the girl who had been resting in his embrace with a smile on her lips. he made sure she’s comfortable, thus kazuha was swaying her gently.
you watched them; the sight of kazuha taking care of a kid made you feel assured. you somehow saw a future with him.
“i’ve also never been jealous of a kid until now.” you rolled your eyes playfully while pouting.
kazuha chuckled, “my sweet dove, take it easy. you’ll be spoiled later with my affection.”
oh, he’s such a sweet angel.
— scaramouche (wanderer).
he rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose after the kid ran to him with a smile on her face. you wanted to maintain your composure and tried not to laugh when he can’t disregard the poor girl off him.
“can she just get off me?” he whispered like praying to the gods.
“you’ll be a bad father for our future children, kuni.” you smirked.
“is this even our child?” scaramouche barked.
you shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “maybe?” you teased.
he glared at you. 
“i’m just joking. but treat her like our child.” you winked.
scara had decided to give up with a sigh. he lowered himself until he reached the child’s height. “here,” scara said, handing a candy to her. you could see the happiness in the little girl’s eyes. “we’ll find your brother soon, okay?”
no words can explain how hard you fell in love with him after you saw what you saw.
— tighnari.
“we... don’t have a child, right?” tighnari asked, confused. he carried the child in his arms nonetheless.
you shake your head, “maybe you do have with someone else?”
“i can’t do that to you, (y/n).” he slightly frowned.
you grinned, “let’s help her then,” you kissed tighnari’s cheek. 
“why not on the lips?” he questioned. “are you mad?”
“there’s a kid, tighnari.” 
“kiss me,” he whispered as he covered the little girl’s eyes with his hand.
you obliged with a smile on your lips, pressing your lips on his. 
— diluc. 
“you have a child?” you tilt your head in confusion. “so unlikely of you.”
“i would stop running the dawn winery first before i shoot my sperm in someone else’s womb.” 
your jaw dropped. ignoring his dirty mouth, you focused on his word someone else’s. “so there’s someone else?”
“no,” diluc shook his head, staring at you with a slight grin on his lips. 
“how would i know you’re telling the truth?” you asked, challenging him.
“it’s going to be your choice to believe me or not,” he shrugged. “but just so you know, i would pass the ownership of dawn winery later tonight if you want me to.”
you kissed him, “of course i believe you.”
— kaveh.
“let’s adopt her?” kaveh grinned after he hugged the lost girl.
“you fool, that’s someone else’s child. unless it’s really your child?” you playfully glared at him.
“it’s not mine, but we can make it ours.” he smiled.
“kaveh, she’s lost.” kaveh grabbed her little hand. “would you hold their hand for me too, sweet girl?”
your eyes widened at his request to the little girl. the little girl nodded and held your hand together with his. she was between you and kaveh, holding your hands with hers. the three of you looked like a family.
“are you hesitating now?” kaveh smirked.
i'm sorry if this is quite short to some! i'll still think if i should decided to make another part for the other characters or make a new one!
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ineffable-suffering · 7 months
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Aziraphale, I love you. But you lied. And here's why.
Okay. I’m not gonna beat around the bush for too long. It’s time now for me to also throw my try at a personal Good Omens Season 2 Magnum Opus into the mix of already existing magnum op..i? Opusses? (Smited? Smote?)
If I’m honest, it isn’t fully my own magnum opus, as I read this meta not too long ago that made me go: „Oh! My God! That’s it!“ And I’m pretty sure a lot of other people have clocked this too by now. Of course I’m not saying it’s the objective truth but after having mulled it over for many endless nights and days, wading through the onslaught of coffee theories, body swap theories, The Metatron re-writing the Book of Life theories and many, many more, this is the one I think is most plausible and, if you look closely, most obvious.
And it goes as such: Aziraphale lied.
To all of us. All of them. And most of all, to Crowley. He lied to him. Well, he sort of did and also sort of didn’t. He certainly didn’t tell the truth. At least not all of it. I hear you ask: “OP, what the fuck are you talking about”. I answer you: Let’s start from the top and under the cut.
(Small note: this meta ended up being way too large for Tumblr, which is why I will redirect you to an external doc at the end of the post, where I have written it all down nicely and accurately. It's about 35 digital A4-pages long, just in case you want to save it for later.)
(Word count: 12.831 | Approximate reading time: 50 minutes)
Let’s start with a short recap of what happens before the Metatron crashes the bookshop party and everything goes to shit. The proper visuals for this are in my Tumblr post but I am absolutely convinced that right up until when the Metatron comes to take Aziraphale away and talk to him, the angel is fully ready to get into Crowley’s Bentley-chariot and finally ride off into the sunset (or Alpha Centauri-set or whatever). You can see it in his face and body language. You can see when the penny drops for him that a) Crowley loves him b) he loves Crowley and c) they can finally start their happily ever after. Aziraphale realizes this all throughout said Brielzebub reveal in the bookshop. And he’s such a lost cause once he does. 
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I mean, look at that. Look at it. This (very shitty recording, sorry, I'm not tech-savvy enough to avoid the Amazon Prime screen recording blocker) is the very second Aziraphale realizes hat Crowley loves him. When he hears him suggest Alpha bloody Centauri as a getaway for Gabriel and Beelzebub, as Crowley has done to Aziraphale for so, so many times now. He finally understands what Crowley was trying to tell him with that all those times.
Aziraphale realizes this all throughout the Brielzebub reveal in the bookshop. And he’s such a lost cause once he does.
Right when Crowley suggest Alpha Centauri as a nice getaway spot to the two, Aziraphale looks at him and he gets it. That Crowley has loved him, has been loving him for millennia. Truthfully, they've both known that for a long while now. But there's a difference between knowing, wanting, craving and actually being able to finally have something. And that's exactly what we see on Aziraphale's face here. This is it. This is where it all starts working out for Crowley and him. This is were they can start their eternity together.
So from that second on, Aziraphale only has eyes for Crowley. He keeps physically pawing at Crowley with complete heart eyes, as if to say „Look, look, that’s gonna be us too! Finally!" He’s actually so smitten that he doesn’t even hear what Crowley is saying when he asks Shax if he can have back his apartment now because he’s sick of living in his car. (Also, what way to drop that bomb right in this moment Crowley, lmao). 
Once the Metatron comes in, the first thing Aziraphale says is that they don’t need to talk because „he’s made his position quite clear“. He doesn’t even want to talk to the Metatron, because in his mind, he’s already made the choice. Actually, he made the choice way before the bookshop showdown. For starters, I’m convinced that the Jane Austen Ball actually never was for Maggie and Nina but for Crowley and him (you can read more about that here). And apart from that, for this whole season we have seen Aziraphale trying to advance his relationship with Crowley romantically and domestically and move them to the literal next base (our car!). And after everything he just witnessed with Brielzebub, the final nail in the coffin of ethereal-infernal romance being possible, his choice is absolutely crystal clear: It’s Crowley. It’s always been Crowley and it always will be Crowley. And now it can be Crowley. They can be an us.
The whole of Season 2 is such a massive learning curve for Aziraphale’s character, with him remembering all those important pivotal points of his past,  and this very moment is the peak, with him not only understanding that Crowley loves him (because he certainly knew for quite some centuries now) but accepting that love, letting himself have that love, being allowed to want that love and taking that love and starting their new and final chapter with it. Nevertheless, the plot clock ticks for them. The Metatron saunters into the bookshop, evil and stinky as Metatrons do, and urges Aziraphale to come with him with his whole Take The Coffee schtick, which I will get into later. And Aziraphale, immediately sensing there’s Something Up, does. Can’t really turn down someone as high-ranking as the the voice of God, after all. Even if you were currently already planning how you were going to elope with a certain red-haired serpent of Eden. 
he next time we see Aziraphale on screen, it’s so painfully evident on his face that he is neither happy nor excited. Not even the slightest bit. We’d know if he was, thanks to Mr. Michael master-of-microexpressions Sheen. None of the usual “Aziraphale is happy”-signs are there. No blinding eye-smile, no giddy wriggling, not giggles and gasps. No, when the Metatron tells Aziraphale to „go tell your friend the good news“, his expression looks like this:
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I’m gonna go out on an entire limb here and say: That does not look like someone who’s absolutely tickety-boo hyped to tell his demon soulmate that he just got the juiciest promotion and that they can both be angels and live happily ever after in ethereal eternity now.
This, folks, looks like someone who knows exactly that the news he has to break right now, are going to be tickety-shit awful and very upsetting to said demon soulmate. And already, from that very short snippet of conversation, we can tell that Aziraphale isn’t really given a choice by the Metatron. Because while the Metatron does tell him that he doesn’t have to „answer right away“, he immediately follows it up by: „Go ahead and tell your friend the good news!“ Very distinct and definitive choice of words here. It’s “good news” because it’s already been decided. Because it’s already a done deal. There is no “yes, no, maybe”. This is the only choice he’s giving to Aziraphale. Because it’s ‘Coffee or death’. 
And he already gave him the coffee. 
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Tumblr won't let me continue this over a certain character limit and I am not even remotely done yet – so, I feel like this is a good moment to redirect you to the continuation of this insane meta before we're in too deep. You can do so right here!
I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions about this once you've fought your way through it. Hope you have a good time with it!
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itsyoursunshinebabe · 2 years
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The last one to realize you're pregnant -Jujutsu Kaisen Headcanons
AN: I wanted to post something so badly, but I'm sick and can't concentrate at all, and this was the only thing I had. I edited a bit, also I'm planning to add more characters later.
Tw: pregnancy, shitty grammar
Enjoy~
Yuji Itadori:
It shouldn’t even be a surprise after all Yuji was a passionate man, who liked to express his love in every possible way, yet when you were holding the positive pregnancy test, you felt it so surreal, despite it was him who suggested trying for a baby 4 months ago, fear still managed to flood your mind. And now you’re sitting on the bathroom floor, ogleing the small plastic stick.
Your first idea was to visit Shoko immediately, so you did, to confirm what you’ve already knew. According to the ultrasound, the foetus was 5 weeks old, and so far everything looked good. You thanked properly and rushed back home, only to be spotted by a certain gingerette in front of your house, who greeted you excitedly, but when she hugged you, the test fell out of your pocket.
Nobara stared at you. You stared at her. Speechless.
“Is this...a pregnancy test?”
You gulped, nodding nervously.
“NO WAY I HAVE TO TELL FUSHIGURO ABOUT IT!” She exclaimed loudly and already sent a text to her ex classmate and good friend.
“So, what did he say? Is he happy? Listen Y/n if Itadori ever wants to leave you after knocking you up, I’m gonna kill him.” She grabbed your shoulder as a reassurance and blabbered about how she’s going to be the cool aunt, planned your baby’s room (??) the whole colour palette, what clothes are needed etc.
Ten minutes later she even called your previous sensei, who was just as excited as Nobara, and already ordered the newest baby clothes from Gucci.
You were standing in front of the chaos surrounded you, but the best was yet to come! Gojo appeared out of nowhere, joining the little chat about cool baby things, with teary eyes, repeating himself at least three times about how proud grandpa(??) is he.
Meanwhile your husband just got home from a mission. He was tired, but happy to come home to you, to feel you, talk to you and lost in your warm embrace. These imagines made him smile, while people at the traffic were honking at him, to move already. Also, the fact that Fushiguro sent him a congratulating text was the cherry on top. Though, he was not sure why his friend congratulated him, but it really didn’t matter.
He got out of the car, wanted to go in the house, but he heard very loud noises coming from the front door, that’s when he spotted his sensei and ex classmate who couldn’t stop talking, you on the other hand were standing silently, not sure where to pay attention.
“You didn’t even tell him??” Screamed Nobara. “How?? He has the right to know. Or are you scared that he’d leave you? I’m going to kill him.”
“Don’t accuse Yuji with such thing”
“But men are trash.”
“No we’re not.”
“Enough! I didn’t even have a chance to tell him. I took the test this morning, and then I went straight to Shoko. Then you two stopped me.” You side eyed them. “Anyway, I have to figure out how to tell him.”
“Just don’t do any difficult thing, Itadori is as intelligent as a dead bug.”
That’s when said man decided to step in, and find out what’s happening. He greeted everyone with a smile, pecked your lips lovingly and suddenly everyone went silent. It was suspicious. True, Yuji Itadori was not a genius, but even he noticed something’s up.
“We better go now.” Waved Nobara. “Good luck. Tell me how it went.”
“Y/n? What’s happening? What test were you talking about? Is it a sickness? I won’t leave you I promise. Just tell me what’s up. Please.” He literally begged you with his irresistible puppy eyes. So much for having a cute announcement...
You sighed, leading your husband to the house. When he settled in the living room, you took out the test from your pocket and handed it to him.
Of course a puzzled expression appeared on his face. Two lines on a test, what could it be? You chuckled at his visible confusion and gave him the ultrasound picture that Shoko took of the baby.
“What is it?”
“Our baby.”
“Cool” He smiled. “WHAT?”
Megumi Fushiguro:
“I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation of why is this happening” You mumbled after emptying your stomach for the fifth time this morning, much to your husband’s concern, who didn’t want to leave you in this state, but he had an important mission and you insisted he must go. Megumi gently kissed the top of your head and told you to rest, which you tried, but your stomach bug didn’t let you.
You approached the bathroom shelf where a pregnancy test greeted you. The reason for owning such thing is that you and your husband has been trying to get pregnant for a few months already, but with his messy schedule and constant tiredness, it was difficult to get the deed done. However when you were not tired and he was at home, Megumi showed how animalistic he can become, not that you’d complain or anything.
While waiting for the test’s result, you received a call from Yuji, who along with Nobara expressed their worry towards your husband, who happened to be in a very sour mood. You calmed them down, saying it’s only a stomach bug and he just wanted to stay at home with you.
“Are you okay though? It’s not like Fushiguro would be that annoyed because of a simple stomach problem. Are you sure it’s not food poisoning?” Asked Nobara.
“Yeah, he could bite our heads up today. He’s out there, rampaging, guess we are lucky there’s a curse who he can kill.” Added Yuji.
You bit your lips, in fear of how he would react if the test is positive, if he’s that feral now, imagine him throughout the pregnancy. A loud “beep” sound diverted your attention to the plastic stick that had two lines on it. You did it!
“I’m pregnant.” You whispered, completely forgetting that you were in a call with his friends.
“WHAT?” Nobara’s scream echoed in the silent bathroom, followed by Yuji’s confusion.
“Shh, don’t tell him!”
“Then you tell him.”
“Are you mad? He’s out there fighting a curse. Why would I tell him via phone call? Do you know why Gojo is calling me?”
“I just told him the great news” Beamed Yuji. Great. You sighed, already tired from your friends’ excitement, which was adorable though, but the fact that you were tired, moody and extremely nervous didn’t help. After talking to Gojo for 35(!!!) minutes, you laid down on your shared bed and fell asleep.
The sky was painted orange when your husband returned. He sat down to reply some texts as his phone couldn’t stop vibrating in his pocket. All the notifications were from Gojo, exclaiming how he’s going to be the best grandpa and congratulated the Fushiguros’ referring to your previous talk in the morning.
Megumi was a smart man, and noticed things pretty easily, but he didn’t see it coming. Best grandpa? Congratulating? To both of you?? Then the picture came together: you were throwing up in the morning and not just today, Gojo being the best granddad, congratulating both of you.
So that’s why Kugisaki and Itadori were so chatty, and happy. He’s the last to get to know about your pregnancy! It hurt him a little, after all, he’s the father, so he wanted things to settle and approached the bedroom.
There you were, sleeping soundly, as the sunset’s various colours splashed in the room. Megumi couldn’t help but smile as he spooned you from behind. You stirred as you felt his warmth. He put his hand on your belly, as he confessed.
“I know you’re pregnant. I’m not lying, the fact that I was the last to know hurt me, but I’m happy.”
Satoru Gojo:
You had a bite of chocolate pancake while angrily explained why your husband is a menace. Shoko watched you with a smile tugged at her lips. What did this man do again? Shoko Ieri was an old friend of the strongest sorcerer, so she first handedly experienced everything the white haired male with the Six Eyes ever did. Life with Satoru Gojo has never been boring or mundane, he grabbed you like a hurricane and pushed you to your limits.
You handed her a positive pregnancy test that’s been in your bag for a week, hands shakings, face red.
“So I can’t smoke around you from now, noted.” Was the brunette’s first reaction, but when she met your still angry eyes, she properly congratulated you, secretly hoping the child would inherit your personality. “We should do an ultrasound, to see if everything is okay.” Upon looking at you, Shoko already regretted her life. “I mean, of course everything is okay. Do you want a picture of them?”
Your worried expression was legitimate, after all, Gojo was a grown child himself, how would he handle a real one? What if he gets bored of you and leaves you behind with a child? Such thoughts occupied your usually calm mind, as Shoko drove you to the clinic where an injured Yuji, Satoru’s student was already waiting with Nanami, who tried to stitch his injured arm, but decided to ask for professional help.
She looked at his arm, nodding and reassuring the poor boy it’s not serious.
“Could you wait for a minute? I’m doing an ultrasound for Y/n, then I heal your arm.”
Nanami nodded, not wanting to further investigate, but Yuji’s curiosity was stronger and asked why you need an ultrasound. You smiled at the boy, informing him that you’re expecting and asked not to tell his sensei, as you want to surprise him. He nodded and texted his friends with his non-injured arm. So much for being secretive...
There was your little miracle baby, who, according to your favourite doctor, was 7 weeks old, even Yuji and Nanami gaped at the monitor, as they’ve never seen anything like that.
That’s when Nobara and Megumi almost broke in, facing the monitor they asked what that was then Shoko explained them the thing they see is the baby. Everyone silently watched the almost invisible little creature, only Yuji’s vibrating pocket disturbed the utter silence.
“Pick it up already!” Nobara slapped the nape of poor injured boy’s neck, who obediently answered the call.
“Hai, no I’m at Ieri san’s... Y/n’s also here, she’s having an ultrasound then she heals me.” That’s when he met with many angry and disappointed pair of eyes. He gulped. “I shouldgobye” The pinkette turned to you “Please don’t hate me.” How could you hate the puppy eyed boy. Before you could say anything, a dishevelled Satoru ran in the room.
“What happened? Why are you here? Why is everyone here? Y/n? Why are you laying on the bed? Are you sick?” The students could barely hold back their laughter, even Nanami let out a small smile.
“It’s okay darling. Would you look at the monitor behind you?”
“What is it?” He did as he was told.
“Our baby.” You stared at the man, who couldn’t take his eyes off of the monitor. A soft smile plastered on his face, the blindfold was nowhere to be seen.
“I’m...so happy...thank you Y/n” he sat on the bed, caressing your flat belly. “Wait, am I the last one to meet you little one?”
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cloudjaeyun · 1 year
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Sweetly
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summary: you don't expect to see your old roommate/crush while on a date with your boyfriend and he can't help but become upset at the sight of you two.
pairing: jealous bf jake x f!reader
wc: 1.7k
genre: slight angst, fluff, kinda suggestive at the end
note: my first longer post but idk how to feel abt it so i'm not sure if i'll keep it up?
The aroma of freshly baked pastries surrounded you and your boyfriend as you two walked hand-in-hand inside of your favorite bakery. It was expected for you both to make a quick stop here before you began to look around the big shopping center close by.
“I’ll be right back, I’m going to the restroom.” Jake whispered into your ear and gave your cheek a quick peck before he left.
You got in line to order for the both of you and you were met with a familiar back view. He was quite tall, had dark hair and his long black coat made him look like a supermodel. His cologne was very strong and one whiff of it brought you back in time.
It all reminded you of what your old roommate would wear, he swore every outing was a fashion show. It was a pain having to wait for him to get ready, he always took longer than you did causing you two to constantly be late. Despite all of that, you guys had plenty of great memories together. You couldn't deny that you wondered what he was up to sometimes.
Once it was his turn to order, you heard his voice, and it confirmed your suspicions.
“ And your name, sir?”
“Yeonjun.”
He was on his way to the couch in the waiting area with his hands in his pockets and not a care in the world. He was still as charming as you remembered.
You weren’t sure if you should say something, so you carried on and ordered your pastries. Once you told the cashier your name, his head snapped in your direction.
As you were walking towards the waiting area, he stopped you.
“Finally, the day has come.” He said with a deep voice as if he was narrating a movie.
You laughed at his antics, he was still the same guy you used to room with.
“I wasn’t sure you’d remember me..” You admit sheepishly. Suddenly it was hard to keep eye contact with him.
“Are you kidding me? We had the best time in that old apartment, I still have the refrigerator magnet we made out of clay!” He reached inside of his bag and took out a poorly made magnet with two stick figures on it that were supposed to resemble the both of you. “Don’t accuse me of such a thing.” He furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms, pretending to be mad at you.
You wondered if he just carries that around casually wherever he goes. It made you smile.
“Alright, I guess I was underestimating you... What are you doing here by the way?”
After you both had moved out of your shared apartment, his plan was to move out into a different city. It was surprising to see him pop up here again.
“I’m selling my apartment, I loved it but it didn’t feel like home. I’m trying to find a place around here. Familiarity is just priceless, right?”
“That’s true. You made a pretty bold move though, it must’ve been fun.” You replied.
“It definitely was, it would’ve been better if you were there though I’m sure of it.” He eyes you up and down then flashes you a sly smile.
If he would have told you this a few years ago, you would have gotten weak in the knees. You can already imagine the way your face would heat up at his words and the excuses you would have to come up with as to why you were blushing uncontrollably.
But this time it was different, you stared at him with a blank expression on your face. You started to wonder what was taking Jake so long in the bathroom. It suddenly felt cold in here without his arms around you. You were lost in thought, thinking about your boyfriend, all while Yeonjun’s gaze was focused on you as if he were trying to melt you.
You used to be completely infatuated with Yeonjun when you two were roommates, but you were certain it was unrequited. Besides, you two lived together, an awkward confession would have ruined everything. For so long you endured all those times he would ask for your friends number, or when he would come home talking your ear off about a new person he had just met on a dating app. Luckily for you, after he moved your feelings for him began to fizzle away and once you met Jake, they completely vanished.
You tried your best to change the subject after his sudden comment and you two began to reminisce on old times. Looking back on your friendship made you happy.
You two were so deep in conversation that you didn't even notice the bathroom door opening.
Jake was making his way towards you when he noticed that you were talking to a man that he did not recognize. As he got closer, he realized you were laughing with this stranger as if he had said the funniest joke you’ve ever heard, and that this stranger was comfortable enough to nudge your shoulder and play with your hair. He felt a funny feeling in his stomach, and his steps were quicker now, trying to interfere as fast as possible.
Once he arrived, he stood in between the both of you and placed one hand near your waist.
“I’m back baby.” He said loud enough for Yeonjun to hear. He gave you a kiss on the lips that made a loud smack.
Yeonjun laughed awkwardly then stared at the ground, he began to count the number of tiles on the floor in his mind to distract himself.
“I’m Yeonjun, an old roommate and friend of your lovely girlfriend here.” He said as he gestured towards you. Jakes jaw visibly clenched at his words.
���I’m her boyfriend.” Jake responded, not bothering to give him his name. He was not interested in chatting with your old roommate whatsoever.
The atmosphere was tense afterwards. Yeonjun tried to look almost anywhere but right where you two were standing as Jake was suddenly trying almost every single form of PDA with you.
You were a bit shocked and didn't know how to react considering Jake was usually not the overly affectionate type in public, blaming it on his shyness.
Once Yeonjun's order was called out, he picked up his pastry and excused himself.
“It was nice to catch up, let me know if you ever want to hang out, just like old times?”
“Oh and it was nice to meet you…boyfriend right?” He chuckled and waved goodbye to the both of you.
You laughed nervously and immediately regretted it as you were soon met with Jake's cold stare.
After Yeonjun left, Jake took his arms off of you and began to give you the silent treatment, something he often did instead of communicating how he felt. He was noticeably upset, and you waited until you left the bakery to talk.
He was walking faster than you and acted as if you weren't behind him, struggling to catch up.
You became frustrated and decided to stop following him.
It didn't take long for Jake to realize you weren't there anymore. He was upset but he would be even more upset if anything were to happen to you. When he realized the sound of your footsteps was no longer there, he decided to turn around.
His eyes began to frantically search for you and he started to panic. He was about to reach for his phone until he noticed you sitting down outside one of the many shops he had just passed.
"You scared me, don't do that again." He told you out of breath.
"I promise I won't if you tell me why you're upset." You responded, gesturing for him to sit on the chair next to you.
Suddenly, Jake felt embarrassed, maybe he was overreacting and made this a bigger problem than it needed to be. He just couldn't help but feel angry when he remembered the way Yeonjun was staring at you and how comfortable he was touching you. He had not considered you leaving him for someone else before, and the mere thought made him sick to his stomach.
What were you two even talking about before he got there? It made him feel insecure in a way, when he remembered how hard Yeonjun made you laugh and the fact you two had known each other longer than you and Jake have been together. You two had a history that he wasn’t a part of.
Plus he wasn't blind, Yeonjun was objectively an attractive man.
Once he sat down you gently interlocked your fingers to help him feel more comfortable. He looked bashful, contrasting his bold actions in the bakery.
He sighed.
“He was all over you before I got there, and you didn’t even stop him.”
His eyes looked hurt and you felt a sting in your heart. You didn’t realize how Yeonjun’s actions could have looked from Jakes point of view. To you, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but you knew it could have been taken the wrong way.
You squeezed his hands.
“I’m sorry baby. I only like you, you know that right?"
His cheeks turned pink and he tried to hide his smile. He was trying his hardest to remain sulky, he wasn't going to give in that easily.
"I'm serious Jake, I'm not interested in him at all if that's what you're thinking." You tell him sternly.
"Maybe he was being a little too friendly, but it won't happen again okay? I'll make sure of it."
Silence.
"No one else could compare to you, don't be silly love." You continued reassuring him.
This time he couldn't fight back his pretty smile, the corners of his mouth perking up.
He was still avoiding eye contact with you and kept his eyes fixated on your hands holding his.
After collecting his thoughts, he finally looked up at you with his sparkly doe eyes.
"...Can you just never talk to him again?" He whispered innocently, and it made you giggle.
You scooted closer to give him a kiss on the corner of his lips and he put his head down shyly.
"Since you asked so sweetly..." You cooed at him.
His words were somewhat possessive but the way he was asking you was quite the opposite.
You pulled him closer and kissed him slowly, still tasting the sweet cream from the pastries you two ate minutes ago. He hummed as you played with his hair.
“Prove it.” He mumbled into the kiss.
“Hm?”
“Prove to me that I’m the only one for you.” He responded with a dark look in his eyes.
You immediately grabbed his hand to lead him out of the mall and he couldn't hide the smirk on his face.
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salty-croissants · 4 months
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Request idea!
Bullfrog x Reader fic where Reader had a nightmare while sleeping, almost giving a serious panic attack, and then Bullfrog checks and comforts the reader
Thank you for the request ! 
Always love writing scenarios where the reader gets comforted by our adorable frog assassin man :,) ❤️
Also I apologize if it took longer than usual to post it , I’ve been pretty busy the past few days !
Anyway , hope this turned out okay ! 
Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 
established relationships ; 
presence of slight angst with following fluff 
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After being with you for such a long time , Bullfrog had grown to know each and every single one of your movements , both when you were awake and especially when you were asleep : he needed to be sure that you were okay and that nobody would ever sneak up on you two when in a vulnerable state .
Your every breath , your every heartbeat … the assassin could recognize each and every one , which made him able to tell right away when something wasn’t quite right …
And that seemed to be the case that night . 
The second he heard you mutter something in your sleep , Bullfrog’s eyes had immediately opened as he turned around to look at your silhouette , hidden in the darknesses of the room .
It seemed like you were dreaming … but judging by your abnormally sharp and quick breathing it didn’t seem like a good dream .
< y/n … ? > 
This wasn’t the first time he had seen this happen :
you were still very shaken by the fact that he almost got publicly executed in Eden’s show just a few days ago , the knowledge that you had been so close to losing your beloved frog had left an indelible scar in your heart … it would’ve taken quite some time to fully recover , that was for sure .
Bullfrog took a deep breath , holding you in his arms and feeling immensely guilty as he heard you whisper his name with a tear falling down on your cheeks …
He hated to be the cause of your suffering . Maybe if he was more careful then he could’ve avoided capture altogether , preventing you from worrying so much about him … 
Maybe … maybe if he had acted differently before , then he wouldn’t have lost his comrades … 
But that was not the time to get lost in those thoughts .
< Mon amour , it’s okay … I’m right here with you … > 
As he left a sweet kiss on your forehead , you slowly opened your eyes , glad to realize that what you were seeing wasn’t actually real …
He was there , right by your side , your only hope in the absolute mess you were currently in …
< Oh … I’m … I’m sorry , my love , I didn’t mean to wake you … > 
You rubbed your eyes , a humid trail left by the tears you had cried in your sleep , and as your breathing finally became more steady you gave him a tired smile .
< I’m just glad you’re okay … that’s all I need . > 
The assassin smiled back tenderly , caressing your cheek .
You were always way too caring for your own good … sometimes he wasn’t quite sure if he deserved to be treated that way by you when all he did was bringing you problems .
< Worry not , I won’t leave you again … promis juré . 
No matter what happens next , we’re gonna face it together . > 
You sighed , leaving a kiss on the palm of his hand while staring into his beautiful golden eyes …
Together … 
That sounded like a good plan . 
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indigosunsetao3 · 8 days
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One New Video Message - Part 2
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Another expansion on Soap's section of "you have a few minutes before you're missed" by request over on AO3. You can find part 1 here. This will probably end up being three parts by the time I’m done.
This is smut. Pure smut. I don't think I've written this much smut in my life. Did I mention smut? Gods (the old and the new) don't judge me. And a slight vulnerable moment with you all...I've sat on this for three days unsure whether I should post it. Waffling on if it's good enough, if my followers will like it or should I just scrap it. But I'm taking the plunge and doing it so...here it is 😰
TW: m/f interaction, voyeurism, exhibitionism, praise, very mild degradation, sharing, spanking, oral sex, other lewd acts (ha)
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You were nervous, excited but nervous nonetheless. You had sent the video three days before you received a response and nearly jumped out of your skin at every notification on your phone while waiting. When you received Soap's message early in the morning you nearly dropped your phone in your anxiety to open the message. They had enjoyed it. He had enjoyed it. And they were rushing back now.
That was two days ago.
Tonight was when they were due back and you had spent your jittery energy preparing. How you prepared for this you weren't sure, but you did what came naturally. Cleaned the house and made a huge homecooked meal. Soap always lamented about how horrendous and cold the food was when they were working so you always made sure he had something hot when he walked in the door. Whether it was at three in the afternoon or one in the morning. So, you figured the other guys would appreciate a meal as well.
Just as you removed the last glass dish from the oven you spotted headlights dance along the wall as a car pulled in the drive. Followed by a second. Soap had not been lying that they would be coming right to the house. One steadying breath and down a quick glass of the Scotch that Soap asked you to have out, you rush to the front door and open it.
Soap is halfway up the walkway as you appear in the door and you see a broad smile grace his face. He looks tired but that doesn't stop him from rushing up the few steps of the front porch and bounding right to you. He drops his duffle on the front step and instantly grabs your face to pull you in for a kiss.
You stumble back a step at the force of him but laugh as he peppers you with soft kisses. His facial hair is longer than you knew he liked and it prickles against your neck as he bends down to envelope you in a tight embrace.
"Missed you lass," he mumbles against your skin, his face buried in your hair. "Missed your smell," you can feel him smiling as he kisses the soft spot where your shoulder meets your neck. "Your feel," he pulls back and kisses you again, this one less hurried and more passionate as he he backs you up into the door that was still wide open.
"'Scuse me," Gaz says as he attempts to sidestep you both, lugging Soap's duffle in for him. He's grinning as you peer at him from around Soap's shoulder as Soap also turns to look back at him with a smirk.
You were feeling shy, you could tell you were shrinking a bit behind Soap. But Gaz doesn't linger, he keeps walking in the house and throws Soap's bag down by the couch before wandering to the kitchen. They had all been at the house plenty of times, they knew where everything was.
"Oh shit you cooked," comes Gaz's voice just as Price and Ghost walk in. Price giving you a polite smile and Ghost a head nod. Ghost had at least lost the full faced balaclava for the occasion, just a simple facemask this evening, well morning. "It's a full blown feast in there, how long did that take you? " He asks coming back to the hall with a glass of Scotch already in hand.
"Ah, not too long," you answer, sliding out of Soap's embrace. You knew Gaz was doing his best to keep you in conversation, to not make it awkward, and you were grateful for it. You had confessed your fears and anxiety to Soap on the phone the day before. He offered to call it off, to wait if you wanted but you said no. You wanted to just...didn't know how. "Didn't have much else to do while I waited around."
Gaz smirks a bit around his glass as he sips, obviously doing his best to not say what else you could have been doing while you waited for them. You flush before heading into the kitchen yourself to pour out drinks for the rest of them.
You don't have to fill the silence as they all talk, thankful that the four of them fall into easy conversation. There's definitely a tension in the air, anticipation, but no one pushes it. Soap had promised that he wouldn't push anything, that none of them would, it was all up to you how fast or slow they went.
Sipping on your own glass you curl up next to Soap on the sofa, your body leaning against his as he casually loops an arm over your shoulders. The television had been switched on, an old football match they had missed playing on the screen. Your eyes wander up to a few times but you can see the men watching you from the corner of your eyes. Careful, predatory like, stares that flit away when you glance over at them. Except Ghost.
He holds your stare until you bite your lip and look away first feeling a swooping sensation in your stomach. You hear him chuckle to himself at that and you can feel Soap twist to look down at you.
"You're red bonnie," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling you. "Is it the alcohol? Or the fact you know all four of us are chomping at the bit to get you out of this cute little number?" His fingers rub at the collar of the silk sleep set you were wearing. it was innocent enough, a light pink top that buttoned at the front and matching shorts...that were maybe a few inches too short to be truly decent.
You squirm a bit as Soap nips at your ear and you lock eyes with Gaz who is on the same couch as you as Soap. He's holding his glass with his fingertips, swirling the last dregs of amber liquid inside while watching you. He gives you a smile, a reassuring one, even if the looks he's giving you is anything but innocent.
"Both," you breathe out after a second, your gaze sliding to look at Ghost and Price on the other couch. "Scotch always makes me warm," you answer and Soap just laughs, his hand sliding out of the collar and down your side before grabbing at your hip. You let him lead the way as he tugs you into his lap and you throw a leg on either side of him.
You can hear the rest of them shifting a bit. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Gaz down the last of his drink and hear the thud of him putting the glass down on the end table. You're breathing a bit faster as Soap pulls you down for a kiss, your hands braced on his shoulders. His movements are slow, lazy, as he works on drawing you out of the insecurities in your head. His hands pull your hips on him and you sigh a bit into his mouth at the friction, moving your hips yourself after a few tugs.
"There she is," Soap says against your lips as you grab a bit harder on his shoulders to restrain yourself. You’re rocking yourself unabashedly over him, feeling he's already hard under his pants and the whine you had been holding back slips. Someone in the room huffs at that and you smile a bit. "I think Gaz is going to combust if you don't let him do something," Soap says and he inclines his head to the side a bit so you look over.
Gaz is watching intently, his hands fisted in his lap for lack of anything to do. He doesn't back down from your stare and you swallow, he looks like he wants to eat you alive. You glance at Soap who only has eyes for you before you look back at Gaz and give him a small nod, permission.
He doesn't need to be told twice. He rises from the couch to come behind you, kneeling on the floor. Even on his knees he's still tall enough to be level with you. You jump slightly as his hands slide around your waist and he instantly freezes but you look over your shoulder at him and tell him he can continue.
"I think this needs to come off," Gaz says quietly as he presses his chest up against your back. He has his chin resting on your shoulder to watch what he is doing before he finds the top button of your shirt. He pulls the first one free before moving to the next, his fingers quick as he works his way down. As each button is freed a sliver of more skin is revealed and Soap is watching the show with a reverence, as if it were all for him.
"Still good?" Gaz asks you quietly as his fingers trace the line of bare skin, making your skin feel as if it were being burned, even if the touches are featherlight.
"Good," you answer, your throat a bit dry.
Both of his hands come up to grasp the lapels of your top by your collarbone before pulling your top completely open. Soap groans, you didn't have anything on underneath. You can feel Soap's cock twitch against your clit through his pants as Gaz continues to slowly peel the silk off, his hands running up to your shoulders to push it down. You drop your hands from Soap's shoulders so Gaz can slide the material away and his hands rub down your arms as more and more skin is revealed.
The warmth of his chest against your back disappears for a second as he tosses the top somewhere and removes his own shirt. But he's back a moment later and you sigh contently as he presses his bare skin against yours, his hands coming around your waist. He has his hands pressed flat to your skin as he moves them up your ribcage and you arch just the slightest bit in anticipation of where his hands were going.
"Fuck you're soft," Gaz breathes as he kisses your shoulder, flexing his hands to pull you back against him from where you had pulled away slightly. "Don't squirm away just yet," he teases as his palms finally land on your breasts. You groan as he squeezes, looking down to see his hands are large enough to hold them in his grip.
You drop your head back on Gaz’s shoulder as he gently kneads you, your eyes watching Soap. He’s grinning, his hands gripping tight to your thighs as he takes in the scene.
“Feel good, Lass?” Soap asks as Gaz concentrates his ministrations on your nipples. You whine a bit at the change and push your chest up to his hands to silently beg him to continue.
“I think he asked you a question,” Gaz prompts as he pinches you a little harder causing to you jerk up a bit.
“Y-yes,” you answer to which both men smile. Gaz pulls one of his hands away before delving two fingers into his mouth, his eyes on yours. You know your eyes flare at the sight, you see him grin around the digits, before he pulls his fingers back out and rubs them over one of your sensitive nipples. You moan at that, not caring if it sounded wanton or needy.
You roll your hips over Soap, needing the friction. He helps you, his hands grabbing at your plush hips and digging his thumbs into the delicate bone underneath. You dare to look at the other two men on the couch, not having forgotten they were there just watching. They were patient, much more patient then the men you were between currently.
Ghost was leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together, staring at you as if studying your body's reactions. Committing each movement to his memory and making mental notes of what he wanted to try. Price was still lounging in his seat, one foot resting on his knee as he admires from afar. When you catch Price's eye you open your mouth to pant a bit as Gaz bites down on your neck, he smirks in return.
"Go on love," Soap says as he watches you looking at his commanding officers. "You can go see them," he smiles as Gaz slides his hands back down your ribcage before pulling away.
"I don't know if she's ready for us yet. You Sergeant's play too nice," Ghost answers and you snap your head over to glare at him. It was a challenge and you can tell by the way the corners of his eyes crinkle he's smiling at you under the mask. He still hasn't moved from the position he was in but he extends two fingers on his right hand and makes a come hither motion with them.
You scoot back off Soap's lap and Gaz offers you a hand to stand, placing a kiss to the back yours before letting go. You hear him flop back down on the couch with a sigh. You hear the tinkle of glass on glass as Soap pours them more to drink, the bottle more than half gone. You don't look back though, eyes only for Ghost as you walk over and stand in front of him, your hands hanging limply at your sides as you look down at him.
He gives a satisfied huff as he pushes himself to sit up, eyes appraising you as he spreads his legs a bit more. He motions for you to come closer, to stand between his legs and you do it, never breaking your stare on his eyes as he looks you over.
"I'm not gentle like them," he warns as his hand moves to toy with the hem of your sleep shorts. "Not soft," he adds on as he tugs them down a bit to expose the indent of where your thighs meet your pelvis. "But I get the feeling you don't mind," his eyes snap up to yours from where they had been following his index finger.
You shake your head no and he nods once, his finger pulling harder on the shorts so they make a v in the front. The back is still covering your backside and hasn't quite cleared the curve of your ass. He tugs again and it clears the apex of your thighs and you tremble a bit as he glances down, his knuckle barely brushing over your clit.
"So eager," he grins and nudges his knuckle back into you causing you suck in a breath in anticipation. Without thinking you spread your legs out just a bit, just to make it easier for him. He stops and chuckles before letting the fabric go and it snaps back up. He leans away now, back into the couch cushions and lays one long arm across them. He's acting disinterested and you glance back at Soap who's watching intently before back at Ghost again.
"I don't," you start, feeling a bit self-conscious just standing like this between his legs.
"Come here," Price rumbles as he drops his foot down to the ground. "He's just playing hard to get," he gives you a reassuring smile before reaching a hand out to you. You move to walk out of Ghost's legs but he extends one out so you can't get away. You look down at his foot before back at him.
"Crawl over to him," Ghost answers patting the cushion that separates him and Price. Just enough room for you to fit. You lean forward to climb over Ghost's thigh, your hands hitting the cushion, carefully adding one knee, then the other. Your body grazes Ghost's as you move and he pulls his leg back up, his other hand lightly grazing the back of your calf.
"Fuck that view," comes a growl from Gaz behind you as you wiggle to settle on the couch on your knees facing Price. Ghost's hand slides up your spine for a second, his hands much more calloused and scarred. You arch like a cat at the touch and his hand finds the nape of your neck to pull a fist full of the hair there for a second. You bow back even more as he holds you there, your eyes watching Price.
"Pretty little thing," Price appraises before Ghost lets you go and you relax down a bit. "Don't let him scare you," he explains as his hand slides soothingly up your chest to your neck then your jaw. "We're just a bit older, bit more," he pulls you forward toward him and you instinctively reach a hand out to his leg to balance yourself. "Sure of what we want." He grins as you open your mouth a bit, breathing heavier as he lingers just out of your reach.
"She's soaked through her shorts," Ghost says casually and you feel the blush. You know you're on full display like this and when Ghost plucks at the fabric between your legs you pant, shutting your eyes for a second.
"Is that so?" Price asks you, his eyes locked on yours as if you were the only thing in the room. You nod, your fingers curling into his leg a bit as if you would tug yourself forward to close that gap. He knows what you want and without hesitation he kisses you, his hand sliding to the back of your head to hold you there.
You sigh happily into the kiss, tasting the Scotch and stale smoke there. You push into him, wanting more and he obliges, sweeping his tongue into your mouth and you whine. You wanted him, right now. You were tired of being teased and as you're about to climb onto his lap a hand grabs your thigh. As if Ghost knew what you were thinking. His hand slides up between your legs and he finally rubs you where you've been needing it the most.
You moan into Price's mouth at the touch and his hand tightens on you, keeping your head still as he abuses your lips. Ghost continues his rubbing, his hand big enough to slide along your core and clit at the same time. You try to rock back but Price holds firm and you whine again, the need for more eating at you.
"You didn't lie when you said she was needy," Ghost says from behind you and you hear Soap answer. You don't know what he says though, your heart pounding in your ears as Price grabs your wrist that is on his thigh to press your hand on the seam of his pants. He's hard and you hum rubbing him with the palm of your hand through the fabric. Price pushes back against your hand and you start fumbling for his button and zipper while he kisses you senseless.
"Go on then," Price says as he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as you finally look down. You had managed to get them undone without seeing and you wrench at the hem of the pants down, Price lifting his hips to help. Fuck. He's not wearing any underwear and he's already so swollen his tip is a dark red, and leaking.
Still though, you pause, turning your head to look back at Soap from around your arm. He had asked for this, had given you full permission but it was still all so new. What if he changes his mind? What if it was a test? You catch his blue eyes and he gives you his lopsided smile, the one he always gave you when he was blissed out. You note that his own pants are undone as he watches and you smile back at him before turning your attention to Price.
You gently grab him, your thumb swiping over his head to smear the precum there. You hear a satisfied growl in Price's chest at that and you lean forward to just lick the slit. He jerks in your hand and you grin before leaning down to take him in your mouth. It's salty and he has a different musk than Soap, but it's still just as good. You slide your mouth further down, relaxing your throat as you slowly take him in inch by inch.
In this position you know your bottom is on full display and Ghost's hands make quick work of your shorts now. His fingers grab the hem and he yanks them down fast, letting them pool at your knees. You gasp then gag, he had ruined your concentration on what you were doing and Price laughs a bit. The air is cold on your soaked folds but you continue, sliding your mouth up a bit before Price's hand finds the back of your head and he pushes you back down.
Price holds you there, not letting you move as you will yourself not to gag at the prolonged intrusion. Ghost's hand is rubbing gently over your ass, up your back and back down again. He squeezes every now and then and you whine as his fingers glide over your bare core. He's not giving you what you want and you tense as he gets close again to which Price pushes your head down harder.
"She likes that," he says to Ghost and you whine, feeling drool escaping your lips as Ghost taunts you again. You attempt to rock back because damn it you need to be touched. That just earns you a sharp stinging slap across your ass. You rock forward from it and gasp indignantly before gagging once again.
"Fuck do that again," Price says and Ghost repeats it and you splutter, choking this time, your body visibly retching. "Wait," he says to Ghost, who must have raised his hand again for another sharp slap, before turning his attention back to you. "Breathe through your nose," Price instructs, his voice much gentler than his hands. "Relax darling," he adds as he feels your body trying to panic, "deep breath."
You do as he says, relaxing the death grip you had on his thighs as you had attempted to push away. The air makes it to your lungs and you feel the panic ebb away. Price lets his grip up on you so you can come back up and he puts a hand under your chin to get you to look at him.
"You good?" He asks, brushing some of the tears that had streamed out of your eyes. You hear Soap shift, muttering about a break but Price holds his hand up to him, waiting for your answer.
"I'm," you breathe for a second, "I'm good. Johnny, I'm okay," you reassure though you don't turn to look at him as Price holds your gaze. The older man searches your eyes for a second to make sure you aren't lying before he lets your chin go. "Good girl," he says and you feel yourself preen a bit. "Through the nose," he says again as a reminder before he balls all your hair up and forces you back down on him.
It's easier the second time, and you relax your throat again before anxiously waiting for Ghost to return to what he was doing. Price's free hand slides down your jaw, your throat before finding one of your breasts and squeezing. His grip is rougher than Gaz's had been and you huff a bit as you feel yourself begin to drool again. The anticipation for Ghost was almost too much before he finally gives you attention again.
The slap is dangerously close to your core and you take a sharp breath through your nose as you are rocked into Price's pubic bone. The cool air eases the sting and you prepare for the next one but it doesn't come. Instead Ghost's fingers finally slip, literally slip, through your folds causing you to gasp. The movement causes your throat to tighten which makes Price groan and push up into your mouth shoving him further down your throat.
"Jesus fuck," Soap groans out as he watches Ghost almost experimentally push a finger into you. You whine loudly at the unannounced intrusion but you don't mind. "She's fucking dripping," he bemoans and you know it's killing him to be over there.
"You're little bird likes a touch pain," Ghost answers simply, "I could tell," his voice is cocky. A second finger joins the first and he pumps you slowly and Price finally lets you up, pulling your hair a bit to start bobbing over him. You eagerly do as he instructs with his hand, needing to do something as Ghost twists his fingers in and out of you.
It's almost enough to put you over the edge. You grind back into Ghost's hand without thinking and he stops, pulling away, and you keen at the loss. Another slap across your ass comes down and you whine again before Ghost goes back to what he was doing before.
"Let me do my job while you do yours," Ghost instructs, "disobey again and I stop." You nod though you don't know if he sees.
Price keeps you moving on him, his other hand never letting up on it's brutal groping and pinching. He gives you a break after a bit, letting you breathe properly as you lick at him before he shoves you down again. He seems close, you can feel him twitching in you and you try to move faster but he stops you, pulling you off him completely to edge himself. With your mouth free Ghost slides your arousal over your clit.
You cry out loud at the feeling and feel your body shaking with the promise of a release. After all the teasing, the taunting to the edge then stopping, your body was almost demanding it. Ghost's fingers are deft as he rubs you, pushing up against you and almost grinding his hand over the spot.
"Please, right there," you finally whine out. "Please Simon," you try and you feel him still at the use of his name. No, no, no. That's not what you were going for. "Keep going," you ignore his stupid rule, since he had stopped anyway, and rock your hips on his hand. He doesn't pull away but he doesn't help you either.
"Johnny?" comes Ghost's voice sounding like a growl. It was a question, but also a warning. One last chance to end this before everything escalates.
"It's okay, LT," Soap says, his voice calm and reassuring. It's an odd power shift in the 141 dynamic, but in this situation you and Johnny have all the control over these men. "Go on, she's waiting for you." You can tell by the way he speaks he's smiling.
That final confirmation from Johnny is all it takes before Ghost reaches for you again.
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The Anbu Captain X
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18+ content, Minors do NOT interact
Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader
Summary: Kakashi has the week off before a very long mission. He makes the most of his time with you and it is the most magical week of your life.
Warnings: NSFW, nipple play, anal play, light choking, oral, unprotected penetration.
Word Count: 4.6k
Art Credit: @akirasukuna
Part 9 New here? Check out Part 1
Side Note: didn't edit this much but I fell in love with this chapter and didn't want to wait to post
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“You okay Captain?” Tenzo asks once Team Ro had settled into their camp for the night.
“Huh? Oh, yes, I’m okay.”
“You’ve been lost in thought a bunch on this mission. Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, just thinking about how I want to spend our week off.”
“Oooh, so it’s true!”
“What’s true?!” Yugao asks
“Captain has a girlfriend!”
“He what?!”
Kakashi just smiles at the ground as his team members begin to pelt him with questions about you. Ignoring their prying asks, he closes his eyes and goes back to planning. When he got back, he wasn’t going to squander a second with you. He had an entire week off before they left for two months. If you weren’t at work, you were on his time and it would be a punishable crime to waste his time.
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The team arrived back in the village late Sunday evening. In typical Kakashi fashion, he snuck through your window and slipped into your bed. He was a bit aggravated to find a sleeping Pakkun snuggled up against your stomach but he forgave the hound, knowing that sharing a bed with you will probably be of great comfort over the next two months. 
You somewhat stir as you feel him grab hold of you from behind while he settles into being your big spoon.
“Welcome back baby.” you sleepily say as your hand rests on top of his arm.
“It’s good to be back.” he says nuzzling against your ponytail.
~~~~~~~Monday~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Ramen? At Ichiraku? Like in public?” you question Kakashi, surprised at his suggestion.
“We’ve been in public before”
“Yeah but that was before the rumor mill was set ablaze.”
“Set ablaze, huh?”
“It seems dating you is a big deal. I’ve had eyes follow me all week.”
“You sure it’s not cause you’re so beautiful?”
Kakashi brushes your lip with his thumb while you give him a knowing look. 
“Well I’m all for Ichiraku. They’re delicious.”
“Good cause that’s what I’m in the mood for.”Kakashi says as he grabs your hand and escorts you out the door and down the stairs. 
You walk through the village, both of you in civilian clothes and sure enough, there wasn’t a single person minding their own business as the two of you made your way to the favorite local ramen shop.
“Kakashi! It’s good to see you!” 
Kakashi was greeting the shop owner when he noticed you. “And a lady friend? Kakashi, I wasn’t aware you were seeing anyone.”
“This is Y/N” 
You timidly wave in response. You were certain you'd be a celebrity by the end of the week if the two of you were to be out in public like this every evening. Kakashi goes ahead and places your order.
“Could we please have two orders of Miso Ramen, one with Chashu Pork?”
“You got it! Anything for the lovely couple.”
“So, would this qualify as a date or just grabbing dinner?” You ask while you watch your soup get doled out into a bowl.
“Just getting dinner. Don’t worry, I have our whole week planned out.”
“You do?”
“It’s not often I get a week off.”
Your face softens as you look at him. This was not the same man you met nearly four months ago. It couldn’t be.
“So what do you have planned?”
He gives you a playful smile, “You’ll see.”
~~~~~~~Tuesday~~~~~~~~~~~
You pad up one of the main streets of town, again under the watchful eye of every single villager in proximity. You let him lead the way until he came to an abrupt halt. You stood on the earth where you almost smashed your face into the ground tripping over Kakashi.
“Why are we outside of the dumpling shop where we met?”
“I have some friends I’d like you to meet.”
“You have friends?”
You didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did, but between never being home and never mentioning any friends, you were kinda shocked to think that there were others in the village Kakashi had connections with. Kakashi gave a nervous smile and began scratching the back of his head.
“Well, they’re my old classmates from the academy.”
A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. 
“So I’m meeting your friends now. Does this mean we’re official?”
Kakashi grabs you by the back of your head and whispers in your ear, “You’re my official pet. Or have you forgotten about your collar?” 
He gave the shell of your ear a small nibble before releasing you.
You feel your throat go dry at the same time that arousal threatens to drip into your underwear.
Kakashi takes your wrist and drags you into the dumpling shop where his classmates are waiting.
“Hello everyone, meet Y/N.” Kakashi announces to the small group. 
“Hello” Kurenai greets.
“Hi” , you say with a small wave. 
“Long time, no see. Looks like a lot has happened since I saw you trip into Kakashi here.”
“Oh, yeah” you blush, nervously tucking hair behind your ear in front of the witnesses to your clumsy blunder.
“Is that where I know you from? I thought we may have met in glorious battle!” Gai asks
“No, just from that time I tripped on a rock.” 
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks
“Yeah, she had some books the size of a small child in her arms.” Asuma chimes in
“Well it’s nice to officially meet you. I’m Kurenai.”
“Asuma”
“And I am Kakashi’s greatest rival, MIGHT GAI!”
Kakashi shakes his head before hiding his face behind his hand in embarrassment.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N”
You and Kakashi take a seat among his friends and begin to dine. Kakashi didn’t say much. He mostly just watched you laugh and smile while getting to know his friends. The way you effortlessly make others fall in love with you. You amazed him every day. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have you. You were his perfect match.
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“Well that was fun!” you say as you walk back to your home together. Doggy box in hand with some left overs for Little Guy.
“I was worried Gai would be too much for you, but you handled him like a pro.”
“I like him! He makes me laugh.”
“Yeah, he makes me laugh too.”
“You know I’m going to need to bear witness to these rival challenges one day.”
“They’re really not impressive. I usually just challenge him to Rock, Paper, Scissors.”
You laugh so hard that you snort. “He does not fall for that!”
Kakashi kicks a pebble with his sandal as he chuckles. “Most of the time he does.”
You ascend the stairs and see Little Guy waiting for you.
“Hey Buddy! Look what I brought for you!”
He taps his paws in excitement. You pull out the dumplings and Pakkun gives an approving bark. You give him a few head scratches and offer for him to come inside but he seems content with staying outdoors tonight. You close the door with you and Kakashi on the inside leaving Pakkun free to return home. The ninja hound was more than aware of the kind of activities you two participate in at night and he was not about to overhear any of it.
~~~~~~~Wednesday~~~~~~~~~~
You come home from the office to find your room illuminated with candles and your collar waiting for you on the bed.
“What’s this?”
“It’s Wednesday, my dear.” 
You give him a questioning look before comprehension sets in. “Oh, ‘hump day’”
You laugh as you go change out of your work clothes and opt for your uniform of crop top and panties. Tonight you go with a matching set. You dress in a dark purple cotton top and dark purple satin panties lined with lace around the waistband. You tied your hair up in a purple satin scrunchie to finish it off before walking up to him to accept your black leather collar. Your fingers play with the metal tag adorned with your name marking you as his property as he secures it around your neck.
He grabbed your face in both of his hands pulling you into him, resting his forehead against yours. He seemed on the verge of saying something but instead reached in his pocket to pull out the familiar headband.
You hold up your ponytail so he may tie the fabric around the back of your head before he carries you over to the bed. He lays you down gently. You feel his hands slide out from underneath you before they trace along your entire figure. He touched you like a valuable work of art. 
His lips delicately brush your skin as they leave a trail of kisses down your arm and then up your leg. Kakashi was torn between touching you like a fragile rose and ruining you like the ravenous wolf he is. 
He kneeled over you and cupped your face in his hands. You run your hands from his defined shoulders up to his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. You offer your tongue and he greedily takes it. 
His arms begin to wind around you possessively. You make small little moans in response and it begins to drive him over the edge. You hear grunts coming from him as his kiss becomes rough. His fingers start to grip you tight while his teeth come out to play. He lowers himself down to your chest and bites down. You arch your back upwards, pushing your breast into his face. 
“Oh fuck Captain!”
Kakashi’s grip is bruising. His teeth latch on to your nipple as he suckles in vain. One day he will successfully milk them, until then he will toughen the skin. You squirm under him feeling your panties fill with arousal as your nipples ache. When he releases he places a small elastic around each stiff peak forcing them to stay pointed and erect. You whine when the band closes around your bud, rubbing your legs together as the pressure sets in. 
“Good girl” he coos as you lift your chin towards him. “Now open”
You separate your lips only to be met with cool aluminum on your tongue. Kakashi had pulled out his gift from your first date. You were excited, the plug in your back door made his length in your cunt feel extra tight. It was exhilarating and hit all your sweet spots in the best way. 
Blindly, you salivate all over the metal bulb before your captain pulls your hips towards him to insert it. 
He sticks a finger in your mouth for you to lick before he glides it into your puckered rear. He rims you and then begins pushing in the tip of the plug. You breathe deep and allow your muscles to relax. This time, it glides in with ease and is pushed in up to the pink gem that now shines between your cheeks.
You let out a gratified moan as you feel the weight inside you. You stretch your back, arching it and wiggling side to side when Kakashi also attaches the chain leash to the metal loop in your collar. He pulls up his mask and rids your eyes of the headband. 
You turn back to look at him as he tears away the fabric. He pushes you down on your back and keeps the hem of  your crop top lifted above your tits so he can see your nipples swell, trapped in the black elastics. 
Keeping your tether tight, he lowers himself down to your heat to snack on the arousal that is dripping from inserting your little gem. He’s careful to hide his face as he buries it into your dripping pussy but he removed your blindfold because he yearns to see the fire in your eyes when his tongue dances between your folds. 
His arms gripping your thighs, leash still in hand, Kakashi locks eyes with you as he dives in. You don’t dare break eye contact. Seeing his brown and red eyes stare up at you from between your legs was the sexiest sight you could have ever dreamed. Selfishly clutching your chain while watching his prey unravel before him. Your core tightened more than it ever had. 
“Kashiiii-AH!” 
It was the most pleasurable torture of your life. Your toes were curling under the spell of his tongue. Your chest heaves under labored breath. 
“Please! Please fuck me Captain!” You scream, begging to feel yourself stretch around him, unable to handle how empty your cunt feels. 
“Close your eyes.”
You excitedly shut them.
“Lick”
You hear his voice in front of your face and you reach out your tongue to lick and suck your cum off his face like a lovesick puppy. 
When you’re done he places his mask back over his face and instructs you to return your gaze to him. You lock your eyes onto his. He kneels between your legs and teases you by tapping your slit with his tip. 
A whinny look of desperation covers your face. “Please Captain” you pout. You see him give in as he plunges up and in, dick plummeting past the bulb in your rear grazing two sweet spots at once. He sees your face as you expel a broken gasp. Smiling behind the cloth.
“Does my little pet enjoy this.”
“Mhm” you choke, pathetic and needy.
He slips in and out as you collapse back on the bed, nipples poking out from under your crop top. “Oh gods Captain, you’re so good to me.” you praise as he works his way along your walls which flutter around him. 
He positions himself above you, thrusting for nearly twenty minutes, watching you mewl and moan under him. Hands pawing at his chest, fingers gripping his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. You were in a state of bliss and your mind swam from it. He felt himself pulled into a trance. He studied every part of you. The texture of your glowing skin, the depth of your irises, the softness of your hair, the feeling of your plush thighs, the darkness surrounding your nipples made purple in their bands, the vein along the side of your neck, the pink of your lips, and how your eyelashes curl. 
He suddenly felt you close around him and realized you were cumming. He quickened his pace and looked down to see the ring of cream enveloping the base of his cock. He pulled out of you with a squelch and flipped you over onto all fours.
You tried to lay your head down on the bed but he tugged on your chain and pulled you back up into an arch. Feeling malicious he tugged on your gem and wrapped the chain around it so the bulb pressed up against your sphincter unless you kept your back bowed. 
Beggared whines continue as he pushes his tip past your entrance and into your slit. He held you at your shoulders when he began ramming into you. You pressed the center of your spine towards the bed making sure his angle was as deep as he desired. He pulled on your leash, near your collar, some more. A choked moan falls past your lips. His fiery passion burns hot as your sounds fill his ears. 
His hips slam into yours and all he can think as he looks down at your shining gem and the ripples of your fat ass is mine, mine, mine, mine. 
Feeling ravenous for you, he leans down and slips his fingers inside your collar and pulls you towards him. Your weight supported by the leather straining against your neck, you feel excitement coarse through your body as the blood flow to your brain is restricted.
While one hand is tucked around the collar, the other reaches around to feel your nipples made sensitive from the lack of blood flow for the past half hour. You flinch as he brushes his fingertips against them. 
“Are you sensitive, good girl?”
“Yes Captain-Oh- oh!”
He continues to rail into you so you can barely answer him. Between the sensation in your nipples, his balls slapping your clit, and the friction between your legs, you spiral into one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. You wheeze in his arms, falling limp and lifeless from the convulsions running through you. 
He feels powerful as he holds your figure. The urge to bite into your shoulder overcomes him. He can feel your blood pumping through your body, your heart thumps against his arm as it drapes around your chest. He wants to taste that blood. His helpless prey, his beautiful pet, his reason for living. You are his everything.
You cry out as his teeth sink in but he laps against the bite like he always does and it feels better. Stroking in and out slowly from behind as he holds you against his chest. He reaches around and rolls the black elastic off your buds with a hiss from your teeth. He licks his fingers before massaging your nipples between them. The tender care makes your rear spasm around the stem of your gem. 
“Thank you Captain, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, good girl. You did well.”
You throw your head back on his shoulder still panting in his arms. He unclasps the leash from your metal hook and lets it fall to the bed. Stroking slowly still. You lift one arm and let it run through his silver mane. The other wraps over the hand around your waist. Your sweet cries echo in the room. 
Pulling up his mask now stained with your blood, he pulls out and lays you on your back. He re-enters you in a mating press, eyes boring into yours as he strokes in and out. Your eyes study his brown iris, then his red. Switching back and forth, not sure which is more beautiful. 
Your mouth falls open into an O as Kakashi nears his orgasm. Both of your hands thread their fingers into his hair. You squeal as he cums. Kakashi grunting with each pound into you. He wasn’t going to see you for two months. This week was for depositing as much of himself into you as possible so you wouldn’t miss him as much. 
He collapses on the bed next to you. 
Both worn out from your orgasms, you fall asleep side by side, plug still in your behind, collar around your neck, naked body on naked body. 
~~~~~~~Thursday~~~~~~~~~~
The sky is painted on a pink and purple canvas as you finally feel a tug on your fishing rod. 
“Captain, I got one!”
“Good job, my love” he says with a proud smile. 
He gives you a peck on the cheek as you bring your catches and fishing equipment back to Kakashi’s home. It is in his kitchen that he teaches you how to cook it in his favorite fashion. He gives you his headband to wear around your hairline in case he can’t keep his lips to himself. He also gives you an apron and calls you his sous chef because you belong ‘under' him. 
Your tantalizing head chef finds every opportunity to stand behind you and guide your hands through the process. Teaching you while nuzzling into your neck and rubbing his boner along your backside. 
You’re holding a knife trying to dice vegetables when Kakashi grabs your wrists. He presses light kisses against your neck. You close your eyes and hum. 
“Mmmm, thank you Captain.”
“It’s ‘thank you Chef’ tonight, my love.”
“Mmm, Thank you, Chef.” you say while wiggling your rear into his pelvis
“What a good girl you are.” he says into your neck while starting to kiss it more aggressively. You drop your knife and turn around in his arms to kiss him. He lifts you up onto the counter before lowering his headband over your eyes. Your dinner nearly burns while you’re distracted by your quick reward for behaving so well.
~~~~~~~~Friday~~~~~~~~~~~
Large palms covering the back of your hands, your fingers dig into cool slimy clay as Kakashi guides your blind limbs into creating an unknown column. It feels reminiscent of when you stroke his length but he told you he wanted you to have a vase for when he buys you flowers.
“Are you sure we’re doing this right?”
“Trust your Captain.”
“It just seems like we forgot to hollow out the inside of the vase.”
“Don’t worry. It looks exactly how it’s supposed to.” he says with a quick kiss on your jaw.
You smile under his headband tied around your eyes. You’re pretty sure he’s up to something but without your sight you can’t confirm. 
Kakashi lifts his hands off of your’s. 
“Let me add just a few final touches.”
“Can I look?”
“Not yet, Good Girl”
You let out a little whine.
“Do I need to bend you over my knee?”
An excited shiver runs down your spine and stiffens your nipples. 
Kakashi laughs at your reaction. “Seems someone enjoys being put in her place.”
“Depends on who’s putting me there.”
“Good Girl.” he says, reaching over with his messy hand. He strokes your cheek before giving a boop to your nose. Your cheeks flush.
“Alright, it’s done.”
You lift his headband off your eyes to see a replica of Kakashi’s manhood complete with veins and mushroom tip. You give him a look of amusement.
“I can’t put flowers with this!”
“But, you can put it in your flower when you miss me.”
Your jaw drops. “I’m supposed to put that where?!”
“When it dries, I can give you a tutorial.”
Your eyes widen as Kakashi comes over to your chair to straddle you. He sank the headband back across your eyes as he lowers his mask to begin kissing you, ready to remind you how the real one feels when it’s inside.
~~~~~~~Saturday~~~~~~~~~~~
“Kashi, where are we?” you ask, hearing a loud sound ahead of you.
“Where do you think?”
“Well it sounds like we’re getting close to a waterfall of some kind.”
The two of you race through the forest jumping tree to tree. It had been a long time since you had traveled like this. Mostly you practiced your taijutsu these days in case anyone were to break into your office. You hadn’t been on a mission in ages. 
Only the moonlight illuminated your path. Kakashi is much faster than you so he doubles back every now and then to steal a kiss. Sometimes he stops to poke fun at you for calling yourself a ninja. 
“If everyone was good enough to be in the Anbu then it wouldn’t be so impressive, now would it?” you say defensively
“Yeah but I know Genin faster than you.”
“Why you little-”
Kakashi pinned you against the tree with his finger against your lips
“I don’t recommend you finish that sentence, little one. Your Captain might not like it.”
Your already heavy breathing strains from arousal, eyes shining up at him. He gives your cheek a clothed kiss as you near a clearing. You undoubtedly are headed towards the mouth of a waterfall when you find two giant stone statues etched into the cliff.
“Valley of the End?”
“Yes, where Hashirama battled Madara.”
“Wow, the statues are huge!”
“Race you to the top!”
“Hey! No fair!”
Exhausted, you meet him at the top of Hashirama’s head where he is casually sitting with one leg out. You plop yourself down next to him and nestle into his side. 
“The river looks so beautiful from up here.”
“Almost as beautiful as you.”
Your blush isn’t visible in the light of night but Kakashi knows it’s there. Very seriously, Kakashi grabs your hand. “This has been the best week of my life. Thank you.”
“Captain, it is me who should be thanking you. No one has ever done anything like this for me.”
Kakashi lifts your hand to kiss the back of it.
“Kakashi…”
You lean into him. Under the darkness of night he lowers his mask. His lips pushing into yours, he cradles your head as he lowers you to the stone surface. Shifting his bodyweight over you, he lifts your shirt and lowers your pants, allowing your passions to take over. You pant and paw at him under the stars, letting him make his final deposit before his long mission tomorrow.
~~~~~~~Sunday~~~~~~~~~~
You wake up together in your bed. The dreaded Sunday has come. You’re not ready to say goodbye. You’re not ready to fear for his safety. You’re not ready to miss him for 8 weeks. 
You prop yourself up on your elbow and look down at his restful sleeping face. Your heart constricts at the thought of him leaving. You were blessed with the most incredible boyfriend who happened to have the worst job in the village. You wanted to ask him to leave the Anbu. Retire as a decorated Shinobi. But you knew he loved his village and you knew he felt he had a duty to fulfill. Tears start to leak from your eyes. 
Not wanting Kakashi to catch you crying, you hurriedly get up and walk to the kitchen to make breakfast. 
You check the front door to see if Little Guy was outside and sure enough he was.
“Hey Little Guy.” you greet somewhat somberly.
He gives a little whine almost as if to say ‘what’s wrong?’
“He leaves today, Little Guy. I know. I know I should be grateful to have had him all to myself for an entire week but I got so used to him being around and now…” Your lip begins to quiver, “Now it feels like a hole has been punched in my chest.”
You wipe the tears with your arm as Pakkun gives you a head bunt. You give him ear scratches then stand up facing the kitchen.
“I know, I know, enough tears. Time for breakfast.”
Pakkun could see your heartache and as you looked down at him you swore you thought the friendly neighborhood dog was feeling pity for you.
You pull out the frying pan and get busy.
A groggy Captain emerges from the bedroom and wraps his arms lovingly around your waist and gives you a light kiss over last night’s hickies. You melt into him. 
“Thank you Captain.”
“You’re welcome, Good Girl. How can I help?”
“You can bring these over to the table” you say, handing him two plates.
You grab the tea and join him.
“So you leave today.”
“Yes, before noon.”
He looks up at you, searching for a reaction. You drop your eyes not wanting him to see how sad you were. 
“It will be 8 weeks.”
“I know…” you reply in almost a whisper. 
“I will always return home to you.” he reassures you, grabbing your hand.
Your eyes dart up to meet his. You give him a small smile. 
“Cause you’re the best there is.”
He gives a low chuckle. “Cause I’m the best there is.”
You finish eating and do the dishes with a quick reprieve for intimacy. After redressing your naked bodies it is time for Kakashi to officially depart. You stand in your doorway holding each other. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and breathe deep.
Kakashi inhales long and strong with his nose buried in your hair. He releases his hug and is about to step across the threshold when you tighten your grip and pull him back towards you. 
You have a look of desperation on your face as you begin to say, 
“Kakashi, I-”
“I love you too.”
The wind is knocked out of you as a tear of joy leaks out the corner of your eye.
“I’ll see you in 8 weeks, my love.”
“See you in 8 weeks, Captain.”
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Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Part.4
Summary: You remember memories of your childhood with Xavier, hoping to get some courage from it to talk things out with him. Wednesday starts to suspect something, and Principal Weems isn't happy with either of you.
Warnings: angst, mention of blood, underage drinking, swearing. IMPORTANT: the last part of the taglist had made my tumblr bug so hard so it didn't work, I'm sorry for those who hadn't received a notification while being tagged. If the problem continues for further parts, I'll consider deleting the taglist bc fuck I just lost 40 minutes re-editing this chapter 3 times before finally achieving to post it
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Xavier had been your first kiss. You doubted he remembered it but you definitely did. When your aunt had dropped you at the Thorpe manor for the first time, you were just turning 6 and had that funny haircut that almost hid your eyes. Your aunt Cordelia wasn’t so fond of this hairstyle, but things had been hard for you since your mom’s passing less than six months ago; taking care of the birdnest you were calling hair could wait for the situation to settle down. 
Aunt Cordelia had explained to you that you were going to live with a dear friend of hers for some time because she couldn’t take you with her to an upcoming witch congress on the other side of the world. Couldn’t or wouldn’t you didn’t know, to you the only thing that mattered was that you were going to a foreign place, and your mom wasn’t here anymore to comfort you. 
“You’ll be fine here,” had assured your aunt while your luggage was taken out of a car by the butler. 
“Can’t I come with you?” you had asked again with a wobbling lip and watery eyes. 
“You know you can’t pumpkin,” said Aunt Cordelia. “Mr.Thorpe has a son about your age, I’m sure you’ll become friends very fast.” 
And just like that, she left, and you found yourself alone in a manor you didn’t know. 
Mr.Thorpe had been intimidating but the good thing was he hadn’t more time for you than your aunt did, and as soon he introduced himself to you he left too. So you had fled to your new room and hidden in the closet to cry. You didn’t want to be here, you didn’t even want to be raised by Aunt Cordelia ; you wanted your mom, but that was impossible now. 
Then, you had heard the creak of the closet’s door being opened and you had timidly peaked up from behind your hand. A little boy was crouching down to your level, looking at you curiously with his big hazel eyes. 
“Why are you sad?” he had asked with his childish voice. 
Taken aback by his question, you had wiped the tears on your cheeks, “I’m not sad, I’m just lonely.” 
He had looked at you curiously; then he had raised his little hand to brush away the hair that was obstructing your face. The gesture had made you flinch a bit, but he was gentle and somehow, you had felt like you could trust this boy. He had beamed, exposing the gap left by a missing tooth. 
“You have pretty eyes!” he had exclaimed. 
“Thanks?” you had said unsure, still sniffling. 
He nodded vigorously, his smile plastered on his chubby face. Then he extended his hand to you. “Wanna get out of here? I know where the cookies are hidden, we can search for them together, it’ll be fun!” 
This brought a small smile to your face for the first time in weeks, and you had taken his hand. Within the next few days, you had your hair cut. That’s how you met Xavier Thorpe. 
From there, your friendship bloomed. Aunt Cordelia tried to spend at least six months a year with you, and you lived at her house for that time. Well, she tried, and sometimes you found yourself dropped by the Thorpe manor more than intended. This didn’t bother you, you enjoyed Xavier’s company, and you were best friends after all. And considering his own father was also absent frequently, he loved when you were there. When you turned 12, your aunt brought you along on her trips to make a sort of pilgrimage around all the important sites of witchcraft around the world. According to her, it was time for you to learn more about your history and soak up their energy. The trip was so long, you didn’t see Xavier for two whole years. And when you came back to the Thorpe manor at 14, the both of you had changed a lot. Gone was the little boy with scraped knees and round cheeks, the teenager you met at the door was lanky and definitely taller than you now. 
“Hey,” he had greeted you with a lopsided grin. The twinkle in his eyes though hadn’t changed the slightest. 
“Hi,” you had smiled back. “You’ve let your hair grow,” you noticed. 
“You lost the braces,” he counter-attacked, not losing his smile for a second. 
He opened his arms and you didn’t lose a breath before diving into the hug. Oh, you had missed him. You had thought that everything would be like usual, but since puberty, you definitely noticed that things had indeed changed between you two. Your aunt asked a little more about Xavier when you went home, and you didn’t look at him the same way. He was more…attractive somehow; you loved the long hair. The same week you came back, the two of you went to a party with some of his friends from the normie school he went to. This wasn’t the first time any of you had alcohol, but it definitely was the first time you got drunk. A silly game was suggested and in your already advanced tipsy state, you and Xavier had thought this would be fun. You remembered vaguely the rules being to spin a bottle and then kiss someone or drink to avoid it, or something. To be honest most of your memories of that night were kind of blurry ; but when the bottle had pointed in your direction and your eyes had met Xavier’s, you distinctly remember your heart missing a beat. Maybe you had thought about protesting or something, maybe your mind had been too cloudy to properly ponder whether or not you should do this. It didn’t matter, because the next thing you knew then, Xavier had leaned to you and had pressed his lips against yours. That’s how you got your first kiss, by kissing your best friend during a drinking game. 
The next day the hangover had been so hard, Xavier didn’t remember half of the previous evening, not even your kiss. But you definitely did. Over the years you had forced yourself to push it down, thinking it was only a silly teenagers game and that you shouldn’t get too excited about this. 
Thinking about this now, you thought that you had been in love with Xavier for far longer than you imagined. You should have seen it coming, and yet here you were, with flowers slowly growing in your lungs because of your feelings. 
You were wandering in Jericho as the other Nevermore students were dispatched in different areas for Outreach day. Principal Weems had reminded you that everyone’s presence was requested for the inauguration ceremony at the end of the day – that yes, even you miss L/N are to attend this. Then she had let you free for the remainder of the day, and you were glad she did. You had a few things to buy at Jericho, this could be the occasion. But while you were making your purchases you were starting to realize that you were only postponing the moment when you’ll eventually have to talk with Xavier. 
He had left the Nightshades’ crypt quite upset, it pained you even more to know that he was mad at you. You needed to fix this and fast. So you ended up pushing the Weathervane’s doors  open, eyes searching for familiar hazel hair. Enid had texted you where Xavier had the displeasure of working that day and reading the coffee shop's name had made you wince. Hopefully, Tyler won't be working today. 
“Hey L/N,” you heard from the counter and you cursed internally. Turning to the counter, you narrowed your eyes at the curly-haired boy. 
“Galpin,” you greeted him half-heartedly as you came closer. Ever since what he and his friends had done to Xavier on last year’s Outreach day, you despised him. 
“Do you, uh, want to order something?” he asked. 
God, the way he acted all innocent and kind made you want to punch him in the face. On any other day you probably would have, but right now you were just drained. 
“Sure,” you finally let out, “I’ll have a large cappuccino with two shots of espresso, please.”
“Coming right up,” he said before starting to make your order, and you find a seat next to the window. 
For a moment, you put your face in your hands like it would give you some peace for a while. Everything had escalated so quickly, you didn’t even know if there was going to be an actual end to all of this. 
The sound of a mug being dropped in front of you on the table made you look up, and the sight of Xavier surprised you. 
“Tyler mentioned that you had ordered something,” he explained to your surprised expression. 
Glancing to the boy awkwardly standing behind the counter, who tried to look like he was busy and not looking at the two of you, you gave him the slightest nod of the head as a thanks. Xavier sat on the opposite bench, arms plopped on the table nervously. 
“Look I–”
“There’s something–” you both started at the same time. It made you chuckle nervously, “Go on,” you pressed him gently. 
He passed a hand through his hair nervously, “I- I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick yesterday, okay?”. The guilt in his eyes was evident and you were relieved to hear that he had calmed down. “I shouldn’t have called you a liar.”
“No, that’s on me,” you muttered, playing with the still untouched mug. “I’m…not feeling well these days,” you finally admitted. 
Xavier’s eyebrows knitted together in worry. To his knowledge, you never had any serious health issues. The flu once in a while maybe, but nothing that sounded that bad. He leaned closer to you over the table, a serious look on his face. 
“What’s going on?” he asked in a hushed, yet gentle voice. 
Suddenly, all the courage you had built up vanished. You had been so confident that you were going to tell Xavier everything, that this was the only way of making things right. You felt like you owed him that, after all, he had everything to do with your condition. 
But as you were about to expose the truth to him…something stopped you. 
The feeling of a warm hand on your trembling ones made you snap back to reality. Xavier’s face was fully painted in worry now. 
“You okay?” he asked. “You zoned out for a second.” 
You nodded slowly, gulping. No need to lie to yourself, you knew exactly what was stopping you from telling Xavier everything. The fear of losing him. Deep down you were afraid that if you told him about the Hanahaki disease, and what – who – caused it, he would end up leaving you. And you were far more afraid of losing Xavier than you were of coughing flowers. Because without Xavier, you feared that you'd end up alone again. And you never wanted to ever feel like that again. 
Licking your lips, you wondered what you should say to him. So you lied again. 
“I’m ill,” you blurted out. “I got sick around a week ago, that’s why I’ve been so distant lately.”
Technically, you weren’t really lying to him. It had been more than a week since the first symptoms, but the rest was true. You simply choose…not to disclose everything. 
“Shit,” he swore under his breath, “are you feeling okay? What is it?”
“I’m fine,” you squeezed his hand in reassurance, “I had no idea of what it was until recently so…”
“Is this serious?” he inquired again. 
Flashes of the pages mentioning the inevitable death of patients appeared in your mind. 
“No,” you finally let out. “I’ll get better at some point I’m sure. Bought a few things to make a potion to ease the symptoms.” 
Xavier glanced at your bag and nodded. Whether or not he believed you, he didn’t press the matter further. 
“I should have been honest with you sooner, it’s just…it had been a couple of rough weeks,” you said with a weak smile. 
He nodded in understanding, still you could see he was still worried about you. “Yeah, I get it…between that, Wednesday's arrival and the whole monster thing it had been a little bit crazy, right?”
You slightly frowned at him. It wasn’t it, he was misreading the situation completely! As you were about to say something, you suddenly became very aware of faint whispers around you. So did Xavier apparently because the two of you whipped your heads around at the same time. Glancing behind your shoulder you noticed a group of normies teenagers throwing glances at you, whispering and giggling among themselves. Some of their words reached your ears.
“...think…’re together?...”
“maybe…freaks…from Neverm…”
“...kinda cute…couple…”
You felt your face burn. Not in shame, but for the first time in the possibility of what it implied. Many people had mistaken Xavier and you as a couple before, but it was the first time you truly felt flustered by the idea of it. 
Then Xavier pulled his hand off of yours and the sudden loss of contact made your heart drop. He sank into his seat further, putting more distance between the two of you. Eyes flickering to him in disbelief, you only met his sorry expression. 
“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he muttered while casting his eyes away. 
You wanted to protest, to say that it didn’t make you uncomfortable at all, but words were stuck in your throat. As were petals. 
“I should probably go back to work,” said Xavier while getting up. “But I’ll finish in an hour, if you want to wait?”
“Sure,” you mumbled. 
Tears started to burn behind your eyes. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all. The light ring of the doorbell made both of your heads turn to Wednesday who had just arrived. Her sole presence, usually not unwelcomed, was dreadful to you and you felt like you were becoming lightheaded. The burning inside your chest bloomed and the whole coffee shop felt suffocating. Raising from your seat abruptly you gathered your bag and vest without a word. 
“Where are you doing?” asked Xavier lightly touching your shoulder. 
“I’m- I’m not feeling well,” you excused yourself, which made Wednesday raise her eyebrow as she came to your side. “I need some air.” Feeling Xavier’s worried eyes on your back you squeezed the hand on your shoulder. “We’ll talk about this later, okay?” you whispered to him. 
He seemed to hesitate, but between your pleading eyes and the intense bored expression on Wednesday’s face, he finally conceded. 
“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll see you later.”
You smiled weakly at him before rushing to the exit, head low. Walking rapidly through the streets you hurried until you found an empty alley which you immediately rushed into before throwing up in a garbage can. The flowers and blood mixed together regurgitated from your sore throat, as quickly as they had appeared within your chest. Tears flooded down your cheeks as the last petals left your mouth. Coughing fits were getting more and more unpredictable. You choked on your own breath, mouth tasting bitter and throat ablaze. If you didn’t do something real quick, you were going to die. But for now, you just felt so, so tired. Weems and the inaugural ceremony be damned, you were going back to Nevermore to sleep your problems away. Then, you’ll take it from here. 
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In the end, returning to the school to sleep and avoid facing your problems gave you more problems. A few hours later you were standing in Principal Weems’ office alongside Wednesday, getting a lecture about setting Crackstone’s statue on fire. 
“For the hundredth time, I didn’t set fire to that statue!” you pleaded to the principal. 
“And what evidence of your innocence do you have, miss L/N?” snapped Weems back. “Should you have attended the ceremony like you were supposed to, we wouldn’t have this conversation.” 
“I attended this ridiculous ceremony,” noted Wednesday out loud, “yet you’re suspecting me too.” 
She shot a deadly glare at your impassable roommate, “And I have every reason to miss Addams. The two of you had good motives to set this statue on fire, and miss L/N had mysteriously disappeared just before the ceremony.” 
“I wasn’t feeling well that’s all,” you tried to defend yourself. “Do you really think I’d brand myself a witch in front of all of Jericho? Those people hate my guts, I don’t want to have anything to do with their shitty town!” 
Weem’s hand hit her desk with force, “Mind your language, young lady!”
Wednesday only rolled her eyes at the whole ordeal. You on the other hand, were pretty sure she had something to do with it – but unlike you she had a solid alibi. And surprisingly, she stepped in your defense. 
“Y/N is right about not feeling well these days,” she interjected, making both Weems’ head and yours snap to her. “She sometimes coughs in her sleep, this is very unpleasant.”
Principal Weems narrowed her eyes at you, “Is that true, miss L/N? Have you fallen ill?”
You nodded slowly, “Just small flu. Must’ve caught a cold during the Poe cup.” 
The principal looked pointedly at the two of you, breathing hard through her nostril. Then she threw an accusatory finger at your pair.
“I want,” she articulated slowly, “the two of you out of my office. Now. And I don’t want to ever hear about you either.” 
None of you needed to be asked twice. Once in the corridors and far enough from Weems’ office, you turned to Wednesday. 
“Thank you for having my back with Weems,” you said quietly, “you didn’t have to do that.”
“No I didn’t,” she repeated. “I was right, you do cough at night and it is unpleasant.” 
That made you frown slightly. None of your roommates shouldn’t have been able to hear you, you still casted the silencing spell every night. 
“Since when?” 
“About a week,” she said, while narrowing her eyes. 
You started to think hard. It had been far more than a week since you had started to cast the spell. This was basic magic, a simple but efficient spell that you had been practising for years. There was no reason for you to fail it. The only logical explanation…was that your magic was weakening. The natural reaction for your mind would be to list every reason for it not to be possible, but then you thought about the sudden stop of your spell during the Poe cup, which had made your boat stop dead in its tracks; and so it added up. The disease had not only damaged your body, but it had also consequences on your powers. This was definitely concerning. 
“You are indeed sick, aren’t you?” asked Wednesday. At the surprised look on your face, she quickly added, “Don’t think I care, I’m just readjusting your position on my suspects' list by considering all the parameters.”
You scoffed in disbelief “I’m on your suspect list? No shit, Wednesday?”
“It is perfectly plausible,” she said plainly. “With your powers and knowledge in potions, you have the ability to increase your strength I suspect, and you know the school’s grounds by heart,” you heard her listing, “you’ve spent more time alone than usual for the past weeks, with no one to testify of your presence elsewhere than on the crime scenes, and when I started to suspect Xavier you immediately fled to his defence without proof, like you knew for sure he couldn’t be the monster. So tell me Y/N,” she continued while looking at you dead in the eye, “why couldn’t you be the killer?” 
Struck by her question you could only blink in disbelief. What. the. hell? 
“Excuse me what?” you articulated after long seconds of silence. 
“You should be honored,” she said flatly, “it requires some skills to be added to a potential suspect list.” 
“I don’t want to be on a fucking suspect list,” you spat, “you’re delusional Wednesday.” 
“My observations and suppositions are rarely wrong, I’m not the one burying herself in denial.”
Stepping closer to her you gritted your teeth together. “I can’t be the monster, I literally can’t.” 
“What proof do you have of that?” she retorted. 
Fuming, you tried to not play her game. But staying calm in front of her insolent lay back behavior was starting to be incredibly harder. “Drop it,” you spat. 
“You’re just proving me right.”
That’s when you lost it, “I CAN’T BECAUSE I’M FUCKING DYING OKAY?” you roared at her. 
For a moment, nothing but echoes of your words resonated within the corridor’s walls. Your ragged breaths contrasted with Wednesday’s neutral expression, unfazed by your scream. Only after a few seconds of a mortifying silence did you realize what you just did because you had lost your nerves. Shutting your eyes tightly you internally prayed that no one around heard you. 
“I don’t think you’re lying,” simply said Wednesday. 
You let out a scoff, “I’m not, trust me. I’m sick, and my health is deteriorating every day. If you don’t want to believe me that’s fine but leave me the fuck out of your stupid list.” 
She raised an unimpressed eyebrow at you, “Until you’re blessed with black plague, I doubt you’ll die because of whatever sickness you have.”
“God, can you stop being that infuriating for once?” you snapped bitterly. “I’ve done every possible research on the subject and I know I’m doomed, okay?” 
A silence took place between the two of you. You whipped away tears that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. It was the first time you had admitted it out loud ; it hurt more than you thought. 
“I’m sorry to hear about your condition,” said Wednesday quietly ; and now matter how surprised you were by her words, you still thanked her quietly. “Does a cure exist?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” you muttered. “It…healing doesn’t depend on me.” At her frown, you lightly shrugged. “Flowers are growing in my lungs because of unrequited romantic feelings,” you explained quietly. “Eventually, I’ll either die from internal bleeding or choking.” 
This time, it was her turn to scoff, “You’re plagued with a deadly disease because you have feelings for someone? You just gave me the final proof that feelings are indeed useless, thank you.”
“I don’t fucking need your sarcasm,” you seethed, “if you want to be a stone-cold bitch that’s on you, but no need to mock me for having actual feelings. I didn’t choose this.” 
She looked at you closely, like she was trying to figure out something. Which she apparently did rather quickly: “It’s Xavier, isn’t it? He’s the one you have…feelings for.” 
You turned your face away, licking your lips. Wednesday was really the last person you wanted to have this conservation with. 
“You’re getting weak and you’re losing your powers because you have feelings for a meaningless man,” she repeated. “I thought you were better than that.”
“Fuck off Wednesday,” you cried, finally reaching your breaking point. “I’m not asking to understand, I’m not even asking you to be compassionate but shit, for once in your life be respectful of someone’s privacy.”
With that, you turned away and rushed into the corridors. You didn’t want to hate Wednesday, she had done nothing to you ; even regarding Xavier’s feelings, you were confident that her arrival hadn’t triggered your condition. Maybe it had accelerated it, but sooner or later Xavier would have fallen in love with someone else, and you would have been doomed anyway. So yeah, you didn’t want to hate Wednesday Addams ; but she definitely didn’t make things easy. 
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A little less than an hour later, you found yourself walking through the school’s woods. The heated discussion with Wednesday had strangely given you enough courage to go and find Xavier, and finally explain everything to him. Weakened by your feelings? My ass! you thought. You were going to tell what was going on with you to Xavier, and to hell with the consequences on your friendship. 
You soon reached his artist shed in the middle of the woods. Its reassuring aura made you a little more at ease than the very public space of the Weathervane. Knocking on the door, you waited for Xavier to answer you. When he opened the door, you let out a loud gasp at the wound on his neck. 
“Holy shit, what happened to you?” you asked while pushing him back inside immediately before coming in. You immediately went to take a look at his bleeding jaw, carefully tilting his chin to the side. 
“Just an accident with a painting, nothing too bad,” he tried to reassure you. 
“Nothing bad? Xavier, you have claw marks bleeding on your neck, this isn’t some small scratch!” 
You could see that he was trying to brush it away, but you forced him to sit on a stool while you inspected the extent of his injuries. It didn’t look so bad, you could probably do something about it. Carefully dragging your fingers on the outlines of the claw marks you whispered a healing spell. The bleeding gradually stopped, and the cells of the skin started to slowly repair themselves. Though it started here, and the marks were still here looking like fresh scars. You gritted your teeth in frustration. With the full extent of your powers, you could have probably healed him completely. 
“That should do,” you muttered with a small smile. 
“Thanks,” he smiled back. “So,” he said after a few seconds of silence, “guess we need to talk, uh?” 
“Yeah,” you chuckled awkwardly, “guess we do.”
You fidgeted with your sleeve, toying with words in your mind. It was always more difficult to launch a subject when the time had come. 
“I’m not doing well,” you said, trying to resume the discussion where it had been left out back at the Weathervane, “and I’m not sure if I can really get better…on my own.”
Xavier leaned forward, fully focused on the matter. “How can I help you?”
You almost wanted to cry. He wanted so much to help you while having no idea of how bad the situation was. 
“This is…kind of complicated to talk about,” you hesitated. But to your surprise, Xavier gently took your hand into one of his bigger ones. 
“Hey,” he called softly, “you know you can tell me anything, right?” 
After a slight hesitation, you nodded slowly. Yet words didn’t seem to come out of your mouth. You started to open your mouth to finally confess, but something caught your eye. A large canvas hung on an easel, all in black and white tones. Like pulled by the invisible force of curiosity you slowly approached it, your hand slipping away from Xavier’s. As you approached and noticed who was painted you felt your heart sink into your chest. The painted figure of Wednesday playing her cello was taunting you, and it painfully reminded you of that night in Xavier’s room, when he had started to sketch it. It reminded you that you had no chance. 
Xavier called out for you from behind. But when you turned back to him, he was met with the look of your teary eyes. 
“You see, that’s why I can’t tell you,” you whispered sadly, “I can’t spoil this from you.” 
“What are you talking about?” he frowned. 
“This,” you said, gesturing at the portrait, “I can’t ruin your happiness with my burden, Xav.”
“Y/N please,” he said getting up, “please tell me what’s going on.” 
You shook your head, defeated. “I can’t,” you whispered weakly. “Sorry I- I got to go.” 
Before Xavier could react you slipped away and rushed outside of the shed. Tears were running down your cheeks but you couldn’t care less. It was clear that you could never interfere in Xavier’s feelings for Wednesday, so why bother saying anything to him at all? You heard him call you as soon as you had crossed the door but you didn’t dare to turn back and face him. He managed to grab your wrist when you were barely a few meters away from the shed. 
“Please don’t shut me out,” he begged you. You still couldn’t face him on your own, so he gently tucked on your hand, turning you to him. “Please Y/N, tell me what’s going on with you, ‘cause I can guess on my own.” 
Hesitantly, you looked up at him. Even though your eyes were blurry because of tears, you couldn’t help yourself but lose yourself in the admiration of his face. His brown eyes, so deep and full of compassion, his sharp features framed by soft hazel eyes…you wanted to print this image in your mind for however long you had still to live. Just like that night in his room, your eyes flickered to his lips. This time you didn’t hesitate, and you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. 
He flinched slightly, for the first second. But then he surprised himself thinking how soft your lips felt against his own. 
You stayed like this for long seconds. Keeping your eyes closed and savouring the moment, you then realized that Xavier wasn’t moving at all. Biting back the bitter feeling within your guts, you slowly parted from him. Xavier simply stood up there frozen in place ; not understanding why you had kissed him so suddenly. At his lack of reaction and dumbfounded expression, you wanted to cry again so badly. Instead, you looked up at him.  
“I wanted to do that at least once,” you whispered. No matter how you had tried to keep them at bay, tears were flooding down your cheeks now. 
Still stuck down in place, Xavier didn’t know what to say. But the face of his best friend, teared apart by pain and sadness, was already too much to handle for him. 
“I- I’m sorry Y/N,” he muttered, “I don’t…I like you, I truly do but…but not like this.” 
Through your tears, you tried to smile ; it was a pathetic attempt. “Yeah…I know,” you whispered weakly.
It would have been easier if you had the ability to vanish away on the spot. It would have made you avoid moving away from Xavier and returning to the school painfully slowly, each of your steps burdened by the weight of your broken heart and the knowledge that Xavier hadn’t even tried to stop you. It would also have saved you from running into Wednesday once again, and hearing her asking Xavier out for the ball in the distance. It would have. 
But you couldn’t vanish, instead, you were here shedding every tear you had along bloodied flowers, not even trying to stop either of them. 
You just had your heart shattered into a million pieces and the confirmation that there was no hope for you. You were doomed, and the flowers growing inside of your lungs would soon reach your body’s breaking point.
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[Part.5] 
A/N:  Thanks everyone for your incredible support, I hope you enjoyed this part ♥
Hope you’re all doing okay, take care of you ♥
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transsexualprions · 1 year
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Disabled and stuck in an abusive hell in the backwoods of wv, with no water or heat. About to be thrown out into freezing temperatures.
I’ve put this off, but I can’t anymore. I need your help.
I’m currently stuck in very rural wv on top of a mountain, with snow and ice storms now constant. I’m in a small trailer with my dog and cat on my stepdad’s property, and he is an evil, abusive, homophobic/transphobic drunk. After systematically abusing and dehumanizing me for months, even when I had a broken ankle, he’s now about to lock me out and leave me for dead in the middle of winter when I can barely walk.
For context: I never thought I’d end up back here with the man who made my childhood a living hell of fear and abuse, but unfortunately I lost my apartment and had nowhere else to go. I’m disabled and I was illegally evicted, but that’s another story…
Over the past few months he’s turned off the water, turned the electricity off when I displease him, stopped allowing my mom to bring me food or even see me, made countless threats, and has been drunkenly threatening me and calling me slurs (I am a trans/gay man), as well as making me perform demeaning work for him. It only gets worse as he finds new ways of torturing me, and my mother is the only thing that’s stopped him from kicking me out. But that’s no longer stopping him as he abuses her cruelly every day and she’s being worn down.
I have no wifi. I have no phone of my own. No contact with anyone who can help me (my boyfriend lives several states away and can only do so much). My family has abandoned me. I haven’t bathed in months and food is dwindling. My mom sneaks me her phone (what I’m using currently) so I don’t go insane, but it usually has one—maybe two bars and I can’t usually make calls with it. We’re also 40 miles from the nearest town which is just a Walmart and a shitty strip mall of nothing. On top of that I broke my ankle a little while ago and I still can barely walk. My doctor urged me to get physical therapy but I’m not allowed to go, as my stepdad doesn’t believe I even broke it in the first place.
The last straw was last night. He dragged me outside while I was in nothing but a t shirt and shorts, and forced me to shovel snow and ice around the property well into the night. He screamed at me the entire time in a drunken rage, laughing and calling me a fatass dyke, saying he hoped I’d break a leg too or my neck so he could leave me at the hospital, while forcing me to trudge through icy snow on my damaged ankle. And he will surely do it again as he takes great pleasure in my suffering.
At this point, my only hope is that my older brother will pick me up and take me back to Michigan, but his family is wishy washy as hell and have been making excuses right and left as to why they can’t actually come get me. Right now it’s because they “just don’t see how they can afford it during the holidays”. Either that or I need to somehow move to Minnesota with my bf. This is my only hope, and I am in desperate, desperate need of money to make it happen.
I’m freezing. I’m in pain, and suffering. I don’t know what’s going to happen to me or my pets and it’s terrifying. I just have to get out of here or I’m not going to make it. Please, if you have any money or kind words to spare, or even if you can only reblog this, it would mean literally everything to me.
Please don’t tag this as d*n*tion post. And, if you need further information, feel free to contact me.
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eepyuii · 2 months
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frostbite — pt. 10
pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader
content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish
cw ; none. idiots in love
notes ; ITS YEARNING HOURS BAYBEE ‼️ for the first time ever, a bit of childe’s POV, wowie zowie!! also a bit of a cheesy chapter LMFAO, it’s just these two dinguses “reaching” the realization that they want each other so bad, it makes them look stupid.
also a smidgen hint at the end towards the next phase of this dumpster fire of a fic >:3
ok and finally- i know i already made a post abt it but like. would u guys still love me if i posted a luke castellan fic? it’s SO self indulgent bc i’m brain rotting from the percy jackson show so idk yet :>
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old wooden planks creak with each step childe takes.
he’d long lost the count of the days he’d spent in this peculiar inazuman domain— the mystic omnyou chamber, his companions called it. though what a fascinating domain it was, ever-changing and ever-puzzling but most of all, ever-deploying more enemies for him to fight his way through. he feels like only now he truly knows what teucer must’ve felt like in front of all those mr. cyclopses all those months ago.
he felt as though he was given a little too much breathing room by the motherland, still being stationed in liyue with you whoever knows how long his mission was finished, so it was no less than perfect to hear the news of scaramouche’s disappearance from inazuma after taking the gnosis for himself. as much as he disliked to have to leave you in northland bank with the promise of the two of returning together still at hand, he dully needed to take up on his responsibilities as one of her majesty’s harbingers.
still, he could fair by through the remembrance of you and his love for combat.
it’s amusing how freshly burned into his mind the memory of your time together at dottore’s lab was, even when he was half-conscious and at his physically weakest. how you soothed away his wounds with the cool breeze of your cryo powers, how you kept him company while he recovered, how you called him a pret-
“psst— you’re doing that thing again.”
“h-huh..?”
the harbinger is snapped from his daydreaming by paimon naggingly whispering to him. as childe finds himself back in reality, he registers the sight of the traveler, xinyan and shiki taishou walking ahead distractedly through the narrow dusty hallways of the domain, while paimon had fallen back alongside him.
“are you back now? ok good.” the travel guide snides, hands sassily placed at her hips.
childe chuckles sheepishly. “i-i’m sorry, paimon, but i’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.”
“oh, come on, it’s so obvious! the entire time we’ve been here, you’ve been doing this thing where you either doze off thinking about y/n! y’know as someone so passionate about fighting, you really need to get your head in the game right now.”
he feigns an offended scoff. “that is entirely untrue, comrade. my focus is solely on figuring out this domain’s mysteries and defeating its monsters.”
there’s a brief pause, where childe thoroughly reevaluates what paimon just said.
“wait, how did you know i was thinking about y/n? i-if i were dozing off and possibly thinking about them!”
she scoffs. “puh-lease, you’ve been babbling about them since we got here! almost everything you’ve said has somehow trailed off into y/n, so much so that even shiki taishou is caught up on what’s happened with you two!”
paimon was someone known to be a bit eccentric and overreactive at certain moments, but she also had her moments of being very bluntly honest in other situations. this was one of them. the harbinger deliberates for a moment, out of all the time he’s spent venturing this domain with the paper doll, just how much information had he unwillingly retained about you.
suddenly, a moment of clarity washes over childe and he vividly recalls all the moments during his venture in the domain where he’s talked about you. saying things such as ‘i wonder how y/n is doing right now…’, or ‘hah, y/n’s cryo attacks would demolish these enemies.’ or even ‘oh! that reminds of this one time, when y/n and i were kids…’. lest we mention the multiple times he’s said ‘i can’t wait to return to inazuma with y/n and show them this.’ whenever he’d been exploring the electro land’s scenic locations.
poor shiki taishou.
but then again, is it truly his fault that the mystic omnyou chamber had so many moments and details that were so clearly reminiscent of you? o-or maybe… maybe this was just a domain and everything reminded him of you regardless. but that’s the more unlikely possibility.
he curses scaramouche in his mind for a brief moment. it was all because he decided to go rogue that childe had to leave so abruptly— just when he’d made amends with you, just when the two of you were restoring your friendship. just when you’d started to flash him that devastating smile of yours again, instead of the standoffish snarl you’d presented during his mission in liyue. gods, he could feel his heart pang against his chest. surely it was just the adrenaline of battle, though. even if the group hadn’t faced enemies in more than ten minutes by now.
an even further tucked part of childe’s mind curses paimon next, for pointing out how much he speaks of you, because now he truly cannot stop. he looks ahead towards the end of the corridor and he can’t see what’s next, can’t see the next tatami matted arena where he’ll face a new wave of enemies, something he thinks he wants— no, all he sees is you.
it’s like your face is burned into his retinas, your fond laughter burned into brain and the warm feeling of when he slept against your shoulder burned into his skin.
childe doesn’t doesn’t fight as well as before in the next battle, he’s sloppy and distracted. after the arena is cleared, he’s left with a scratch across his bicep— which, thankfully, the domain grants a healing sigil to mend.
but it’ll never cure him like you do, never soothe the very core of his being like your powers do and it’ll never look at him the same way you did, caring and attentive.
he remembers how he felt lookup up at you then— like you were the stars in the night sky. he needed to get this mission over with as soon as possible.
you could almost hear your mother’s nagging tone telling you to not play with your food. as delicious as liyuean cuisine was, you’d lost your appetite halfway through your meal- as well as interest in the tale the restaurant’s storyteller was telling.
it’d been probably the dullest week you’ve had in a while, no new assignments from the motherland, no events happening in the city and… admittedly, no childe.
you can’t find the effort to lie to yourself and say it’s fine that he’s gone, that it’s for the tsaritsa’s noble cause— you don’t care about it. scaramouche could screw off with the gnosis and live his life, as far as you were concerned. in fact, you’d say he deserves it, given all he’s gone through with the doctor, even if he could be an astronomical asshole at times— well most of the times.
and now you can’t decide who to blame for childe’s absence, the balladeer or the tsaritsa. either way, it’s affected you more than you’d ever admit out loud. it’s been such a monotone week not just because of the distinct lack of anything to do in liyue lately, but also because of a distinct lack of… someone to worry about. yeah, that’s what it was, just an unusual sense of calm and nothing to stress over, that’s all—
“even in all my years, i’ve rarely seen someone stare at an unfinished bowl of dragon beard noodles with such intensity.”
a rumbling, baritone voice quips jokingly from across your small table and you’re startled away from your thoughts. looking up, the comment is revealed to come from mr. zhongli, the consultant from wanshe— oh, who were you kidding, the now former geo archon.
you hadn’t formerly spoken to him since the mission to take, well, his gnosis. after the situation with osial was diffusd, you beared witness to an unsettlingly diplomatic exchange between mr. zhongli and the fair lady, where he gave away the very culmination of his divinity like it was spare change. of course, you’ve spotted him countless times around the harbor— merely enjoy the little things the city had to offer. you can’t truly fault him for making the decision that he did, six thousand years is, unspokenly, too much time to not peruse the fruits of his labor from up close.
“a-ah, mr. zhongli! it’s been so long since we last spoke.” you scramble to politely greet zhongli and briefly wonder if you should stand up to bow to him, which he seems to notice.
“my apologies for startling you, doctor— may i?” he gestures to the seat in front of you and you nod.
“yes, it has been some time. i recall you being there for the completion of my contract with the fair lady, but the last time the two of us had the opportunity to meet casually was the very same night we first met.”
you nod curtly— you’re tense, you don’t know why. you know he’s not an archon anymore, you were there to see it, but perhaps the real weight of being in the presence of someone so powerful, not just an archon but the oldest of the original seven, seems to have only settled in now. you feel almost as choked as when in the presence of the tsaritsa, which you know all the same that you shouldn’t be. zhongli chuckles amusedly.
“i ask you to treat me as though you would’ve that night in liuli pavilion, like any other acquaintance. chatting with a mere consultant of a funeral parlor requires no formalities. now— have you been well, doctor?”
you can still only bring yourself to nod wordlessly in response, there’s no need for zhongli to know how royally miserable you’ve been lately.
“and.. may i ask why you held such a glare towards your meal? is it not your liking?”
“oh, no the noodles are just fine, amazing even! i was just… contemplating wether to finish it or not.”
great cover.
“hm,” zhongli hums with playful suspicion. “while a reasonable topic of contemplation, it did very much seem as though you were rather staring through the bowl, as though there is something on your mind. i would not mind hearing what is it that vexes you, doctor— if you’re comfortable to share, of course.”
yeah there was no fooling a, again, six thousand year old divine being with a half-assed excuse like yours. you sigh.
“well— yes, you caught me. the last few days have been, uh… less than peachy for me.”
“what exactly is it troubles you these days?”
“i wouldn’t say it’s trouble but, there hasn’t been much to do at northland bank lately. and childe has been out on a mission for some time now— b-but it’s mainly the lack of assignments!” you stammer.
“is that so? i did hear of childe’s sudden departure for inazuma but it is curious that you’re being kept stationed here with essentially nothing to do. but, if i may— has childe been absent for as long as you’ve felt dull at work or would you say there is no relation?”
already at so few words out of sheer nervousness, zhongli managed still to render you completely and utterly speechless. what are you even supposed to respond to this?
“i-i uhm, i… alright, i won’t even try.” you sigh in defeat and zhongli looks coyly pleased. he patiently awaits for you to gather your thoughts and actually say more than two stammered sentences.
“i truly can’t tell what it is. i feel like i’m supposed to be worrying for him— as if he’ll get injured again or injure someone else o-or even worse, do something stupid but there’s just.. nothing! it’s like i’m so used to being aware of his presence and now there’s nothing and it’s- it’s frustrating.”
“you miss him.”
you pause. do you miss him? no, it can’t be so simple— you have a medical degree, it is most certainly improbable that you’ve been trying your brain over just missing childe. well, sure it was great that the two of you were starting to make amends and stopped being so on-edge around each other but… there’s no objective reason for you to miss him.
right?
“i would not say i even near the level of an expert on matters concerning relationships between people, but i’ve seen a lot in my time. enough to tell you with confidence that it’s most likely you just.. miss him, doctor. and that it is okay to feel this way. the two of you do not stand at odds anymore, you never have— it is reasonable for you to be affected by his absence.”
you furrow your eyebrows. “how do you know if… childe and i stand at odds, mr. zhongli.”
“well, i have witnessed it. both directly and indirectly— the tension and misunderstanding between the two of you during our meeting at liuli pavilion was quite evident and i’ve heard of how you opposed him in battle at the golden house. but that is all it has ever been, misunderstandings and disagreements, but you’ve never truly disliked each other.”
“h-how do you know-“
“he speaks quite highly of you, doctor.”
“wh-what?”
“childe has only ever spoken highly of you— i recall mentioning that had been looking forward to meeting you in person during our dinner, it is all because of how grand his description of you was. plus, during our eventual meetups, you’re mentioned at least once every time. and you, as we’ve discussed, do seem to hold some care towards him, to the extent that you first concern is his health.”
your heart aches and you hate it. it’s a terrible, void sensation that frustrates you to no end. why? why did childe have to make it so difficult for you? why can’t you ever feel simple feelings when it came to him? why couldn’t you ever just feel one way towards him with no smaller part of your brain saying something else? even worse, why couldn’t your brain ever think about anything else— literally anything, instead of just constantly orbiting around the mixed emotions you felt when it came to childe?
you just constantly, restlessly and unendingly seem to care about him.
“you know what, mr. zhongli, i think y—“
“ah, there you are, sergeant!”
a less familiar voice calls out from behind you and you turn around with a bit of surprise— it’s a man clad in fatui uniform, who you recognize as mikhail, one of the officers stationed at northland bank. he’s not exactly someone you interact much with, just a mere coworker you greet every other morning, so you’re perplexed as to why he’s seeking you outside the bank.
“mikhail, what is the occasion?” you ask, briefly eyeing zhongli to find that he remains with a neutral expression awaiting the exchange.
“i am deeply sorry for interrupting your lunch, sergeant, but ekaterina urged for me to find you as soon as i could. a letter has come in from lord dottore for you specifically— she says it is of utmost importance.”
the wharf is unusually crowded today.
an untimely flux of either tourists or returning immigrant citizens, perhaps it is an important time of year in another nation— although, childe could truly care less at the moment. he’s doing his best to politely push his way through the sea of people leaving their respective ships while almost unconsciously seeking you out within it. he knows you wouldn’t be here, as his return to liyue was unannounced, but his eyes fly to latch onto your likeness anyway.
childe ends up finding you right in the center of the harbor’s main street, practically right below the catwalks that lead to the bank. you’re slowly pacing back and forth, a piece of paper clutched in your hands and a vacant expression on your face— childe can’t find himself to clutch to those details right now, he just needs to get to your side. he makes large, determined steps towards you, big grin invading his features, and while he’s still approaching you, you spot him and your eyes widen even more. once childe is a mere two steps away from you, he stops.
“y/n! oh, it’s so good to see you!” he heaves out gladly.
“ajax—“ you reply in a quiet voice and his heart swells at the use of his real name. he truly can’t contain himself anymore and tackles you into a tight hug, one so strong that stumble back a bit.
his arms snake tightly from under your arms to above your shoulders and his head lowers from being against your own to reaching your shoulder blade— it is as close as he physically get to you, while trying to be respectful of your space, of course. you’re still in shock for maybe five seconds of the hug, but eventually you just let yourself slowly wrap around him and squeeze ever so slightly. both of you have your eyes closed to sink into the moment.
the hug is long, maybe twenty seconds so, and as childe becomes satisfied with its duration and pulls away, he remains with his hands to your elbows in a gentle hold. he sighs with said satisfaction and beams towards you.
“i have so much to tell you about inazuma! unfortunately, i couldn’t find scaramouche there but i managed to see so many beautiful places, so many amazing experie- wait.. what’s wrong?”
the harbinger pauses mid sentence when he notices the numbness in your expression and his bright grin falls into a concerned frown— you feel like the most terrible person for making him lose such excitement. your mouth opens and closes as you find what to say, but you eventually whisper it out.
“ajax, i-i… i have to go to sumeru.”
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br4inr0tx · 4 months
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HI I’ve been looking for someone that writes for the thanksgiving movie ever since I watched it. Masked slasher/voice changer do things to me.
Anyways can I request HCs with John Carver and someone he’s had this eye on for a while nearing thanksgiving? Feel free to get creative! Hope you have a good day :]
Sure thing! I feel the exact way about slashers..Urrhrghrh I love this man so much y’all I’m going to be SEARCHING for John Carver roleplayers AAAAA (character ai just doesn’t satisfy me enough ig 😓)
Happy Thanksgiving <3
tw - MASSIVE THANKSGIVING 2023 SPOILERS, stalking, death, manipulation, deception of gore, kidnapping.
Eric Newlon…
• Eric has had his eyes on you for a month now. He’s been very careful, as he knows all too well about how the smallest of details can ruin absolutely everything. You simply just don’t know it yet.
• The John Carver killer stalks and records his victims as you know. I’m retrospect he’s had his eyes on you longer then you think. Watching and carefully planning every detail.
• And you wouldn’t even have a clue.
• It’s around Thanksgiving time. You get around enough to know a few kids in town, and talk to people. Maybe, you even reminisce about the lives lost a year ago.
• It pains you to know that nightmare is all coming back. Faces you recognize are found missing or dead, and it’s been freaking you the fuck out.
• Not to mention those posts you keep getting tagged in are so very unsettling. Your name at a table with other chairs and names of people you may or may not recognize. The anxieties just kept coming and coming..
• Luckily, Sheriff Newlon has been there to help you during these rather compromising times. He seems to always know the best thing to say when you’re stressed out, and it’s kind of nice. You hind yourself recently stopping by his office just to spend time with him while he does research, and let me tell you, he eats the attention it right up.
• He assures you, nothing will hurt you when you’re with him. He won’t let this deranged killer harm you. You’re too sweet to lose. He jokes about how he could care less about those other foolish teenagers, but is he though?
• At work recently you’ve had these people you can’t stand. They never get their work done and seem to get away with it, along with being unserious and silly all the time. It hurts to focus most of the time..so frustrating. Their newest topic is bringing up last year’s incident too, which heightens your anxiety.
• Recently..they haven’t been showing up to work. Sure, you could use a few days without them, but now with this all going on? You can’t help but have a bittersweet feeling about it all.
• You decide to stay with Sheriff Newlon, or as he ushers you to say, Just Eric. It calms your nerves for the most part as he talks about things to get your mind off this whole mess. He promises you it fucks with his head too.
• After a minute Eric groans, shaking his head at the computer. “I gotta go copy some papers, I’ll be right back.” You nod, sitting back in your chair as you waited for his return. A long awaited return, too.
• You start to daydream, staring off at the walls aligned with case after case tied to the recent events of murders. It sent a shiver down your spine.
• You stood up, walking over to the pinboard and reading all of them. One paper caught your interest in particular, and as you picked it off the wall you knew exactly what it was. Your co-workers..they were tied to this. They went missing just like the others, and one of their purses was found on the side of the street with everything in it, from identification to money, like their only purpose was for the person themselves to be taken..
• You cringed hard reading it all, and as you tilted the paper upwards to bring it into more of the light in Eric’s dim room, the reflection on the plastic sleeve gave you quite a fright.
• After a quick turn around, you saw him. The John Carver Killer. As soon as you made a move he strikes, grabbing you and shoving you right against the desk and over it with your hands above your head, and with his free hand a Chloroform filled rag shoved roughly against your mouth and nose.
• In the hysteria there wasn’t much you could do. Anytime you struggled he’d grip your hands a little tighter as a warning. So much so he managed to crack your knuckles and almost even bend them in an awkward direction. That was until you finally fell asleep.
• When you woke up, you were at the front of the table, your hands tied behind your back. You weren’t gagged, but by the looks of your surroundings and the way the light shines through the boarded up windows nobody would hear you if you screamed anyway..
• What’s more, those pesky co-workers are around the table with you, all dead in different creative ways.
• John Carver appears behind you, placing his hands gently on your shoulders. “Isn’t this nice, Y/N? Everyone together, just having a nice dinner?” His head lowers right next to your ear. His voice sounded somehow robotic, perhaps because he was a voice changer. “Just like a Thanksgiving should be, right?”
• He sighs, like he had an amazing little daydream. The way his hands ran down your shoulders too..it’s the same way the sheriff used to. “I know you’ve been feeling lately..and I know you appreciate the true meaning of Thanksgiving. I made you something special, no strings attached..”
• You’re favorite meal, whatever that may be, was right in front of you. It looks delicious too..not any sort of gore or cannibalism you’d expect from the bodies all around. How would he know something that specific like your favorite food though? “Open up..” He feeds you the food himself, not trusting you just yet to let you go.
• If you don’t want to eat, be that way. He can warm you your food back up if you change your mind, but don’t ever say he didn’t have good hospitality.
• “You remind me of someone I used to know, Y/N..” He gently pushes your hair out of your face, feeding you another piece if you decided to play along. “So kind..not like those others who only care about themselves.”
• He keeps explaining everything he likes about you..even down to the smallest detail, which shakes you to your core. “
• “In fact, this year, I’m thankful for you. <3”
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eldritch-spouse · 10 months
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I’m gone for a week and the brenti momentum is gone?? This will not do
I’m having a hard time discerning his personality, and the way your characters talk always make them seem a lot more real, so can we please have any scenario where he’s talking to Reader? I’m thinking good ol’ seduction👀 But you can choose whatever you feel like!
[That's fair, he's far from established, therefore his "live" dynamic is kind of gray. For this short little thing, I'm going off some of the concepts established in this post. Fem reader.]
TW: Noncon.
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It's not often you take the time to sit outside. Well, actually, it's more like you don't have the time to do such. Really, you'd love nothing more than to spend entire evenings sprawled on a bench, catching some sun rays and listening to the chirping of avian wildlife. It's just not in the cards for you right now.
However, you need it.
Lately, you've been afflicted with something you have no name for. Burning waves of need have you waking up in the dead of night sweating like a whore in a church, body yearning for anyone to touch it, fill it. Your fingers cramp and there's nothing that can satisfy you when these episodes start. You tried to rationalize it, wondering if you were having some sort of worrying hormone imbalance, especially when these moments became more and more common throughout the day. Shame and confusion quickly shut down the possibility of consulting a doctor about this, so you've been suffering through this odd affliction silently, hoping it'll fade on its own.
When this unrequited, inexplicable arousal gets in the way of your daily tasks, you've developed the habit of going outside and basking in the light, feeling the warmth on your skin, hearing people passing by as you sit perfectly still with your eyes closed. While you wouldn't exactly call this meditation, focusing on evening out your often sped up breathing has some effect in dampening the heat in your loins.
The touch on your arm has you yelping a lot louder than you needed to, glancing around frantically until you spot him to your left side.
The demon... Uh, hybrid? To be frank, you have no idea what Brenti is. Nor are you about to ask, you should have when you first met him, but the time for that has passed now- It would sound rude. Nevertheless, the tall monster stands to your side with a bright, sharp-toothed smile.
He's more than a little odd. You remember meeting him only about two or so weeks ago, he introduced himself as a resident of Hell looking to move in somewhere on the surface, and you two really hit it off. There's a sort of mystic charm to the apparently eyeless demonoid. He's clearly out of sorts here, subjected to the stares of every local for standing out like a sore thumb, but his eagerness to try and fit in, his optimism, quickly made you develop a growing fondness for the monster. Plus, he seems to deal with the foreign attention pretty well- In fact, you've seen him get approached by some of the more outgoing, daring folk. You're pretty sure he's single though.
Which is almost paradoxical given how attractive he is. He's... Very good looking, in a unique way. You've never seen anything like him, and you hope Brenti can't tell when your stare lingers- If he can, he doesn't look bothered by it.
" Woah! H- Hey, were you asleep? " He starts, tail wagging at your jarring reaction, watching you try to compose yourself.
" N... No, I just got lost in thoughts. " You shrug, forcing yourself to look elsewhere.
His presence isn't helping your case. In fact, it's doing the opposite. The last thing you need right now is to have to interact with the good-looking go-getter that's been buzzing around. Unfortunately, Brenti seems to favor your company above most other locals'.
" Oh. It's kind of nice seeing you out here! You're always busy, aren't you? "
His hand has not left your shoulder and you're starting to sweat again. What a weird thing to say... Has he been hoping to see you more?
" More or less, you know how life is, right? " Weird, life has gotten very weird recently.
The demonoid nods. " Uhuh, you work really hard, it's pretty inspiring. "
You blink. It always catches you a little off guard when he compliments you. The way Brenti says things makes it unclear if he's flirting or being genuine. Maybe he just says that to everyone? It's not as if you watch him interact with others too much, but he always has an excitable look on his face. The one time you saw him frown was when another monster walked up to him.
" That's sweet of you, uhm, thanks. "
Awkwardness settles, you gulp and play with the hem of your shirt. Brenti stays quiet for a couple of moments, you think you heard him inhale sharply, but then he clears his throat.
" So... I was wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me. " He eventually breaks the silence, offering you a slightly less confident demeanor, but one full of hope nonetheless.
" R-Right now? " You're sure you're wet enough to almost be making a puddle on the fucking bench, overheating your body even more is far from a good idea.
" Sure! I mean- Only if you feel like it of course. But, to be honest, I've wanted to talk to you a bit more. You're so pretty. "
" Ah... " Somewhat shakily getting up, your eyes roam everywhere but the monster's general direction. Though it seems he's not content with that, quickly striding to almost glue himself to you. Did he always smell this good? " Thanks. " You sound like a broken record.
Should you return the compliment? It'll look kind of weird if you don't.
" You're uh- You're- " God fucking damn it, what are you even supposed to say?
" ... Yeah? "
Brenti begins walking leisurely anyway, and you quickly follow, aware he's very avidly waiting for you to to finish the sentence. Something about his attitude feels a lot more intense out of nowhere.
It takes a painful amount of time before you settle on something, probably because your mind isn't thinking of wholesome flattery. " You're very unique. " You fucking idiot, he's going to take that as an insult. " In a good way! I've just... Never really seen anyone like you before. "
The monster beside you beams very visibly, smile crawling further up his face. But wherein Brenti'll only smile and laugh when others toss flattery at him, you note he bares his gums to you, tongue flicking out to wet his thin dark lips. His subsequent smile is less cordial, less natural.
" That's sweet of you. " He parrots, mockingly maybe, it's hard to read him.
You're not paying attention to where either of you are going, limiting yourself to following the larger one's slight lead. It's only after a couple of silent minutes trying to reign in your hormones that you realize he's leading you deeper into the park. Well, you are on a walk with him, this is only normal... The notion doesn't ease your sudden attentiveness.
And you were right to feel slight uneasiness, because the monster eventually halts right in front of you. There's a purr steadily rising from his chest.
" You're wet. " He eventually comments, tail swishing rapidly behind you. " Like really, really wet. "
An already stressed heart skips several beats. What- What are you even supposed to say to that? It didn't occur to you that he'd be the type of monster than can sense that- Probably because monsters aren't that common around these parts. You never had to consider things like that before.
Frozen, you offer the demonoid a terrified glance.
" Can I taste you? "
" What?! No- What the fuh- "
He takes one step forward, forcing you to take one back. " Oh, but I can fix it, you need help, it's okay! " Brenti tries that winning smile again, but its charm dies on arrival. " You know, I didn't think it'd work so fast. "
You don't even want to ask. " ... Brenti, step back. "
He doesn't. You know you're defenseless against a monster like him in this state.
" You've been responding so well to me already! " The monster leers. " I didn't think my cum would take that fast, you must really love me. "
The world stops spinning. Shaky hues meet a white canvas of a face, searching for a hint of a joke that's not there. Who is this guy?
" Your... You- Your... "
Brenti lowers a hand to his slit, shamelessly touching himself as he steps further and further towards you, scenting the air with his tongue out. You mirror his steps backwards.
" Mhm. Asleep, you suck it off my fingers and everything. You're such a slut, I love you. " Brenti sighs, sounding manic and infatuated all at once. " You're only like this because you need it, you know? Need me. "
There's tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.
" No no, don't cry! I'm here, I'll help. It'll be easy- " Discolored, twin cocks begin poking out of his slicked slit. " You make me so hard, I'm almost embarrassed about how fast I cum for you. "
Your back collides with what you think must be a tree, watching the drooling, twitching demonoid approach you. This is a far cry from the monster you met that day, an even more torpid, twisted vision of the newcomer locals go out of their way to engage with.
" You're going to be my mate, you're going to be the sweetest fuck of my entire life- I'll make you soo happy! You'll see! "
When a cloying, fruity scent hits your nostrils, you know it's time to flee. An overworked metabolism burdened by the spoils of this beast's depraved work speeds off into unknown directions.
The ground shakes behind you.
It's a matter of time.
It was only ever a matter of time.
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The Oddest of Odd Jobs
Captain Piercing Sunlight rubbed her knuckles together, making yellow scales click. It was a more worrying sign of agitation than when Paint did it. The good captain was concerned.
“I imagine more opportunities will be posted soon,” she said, staring up at the job board. Not a single one of the posts was a request for a courier ship, or even passenger transport. It was all local stuff for this colony world. Surprising, really, since the people living here surely needed stuff they couldn’t make for themselves yet, but nobody seemed to be asking for a delivery.
“We could try the other colony,” Kavlae suggested, pointing vaguely over her shoulder while a gust of wind ruffled her head frills. With the sky-blue tone of her skin, she looked cold in the breeze, but that was normal. “I spotted a big spaceport while we were coming in.” Kavlae always noticed alternate landing sites; it was part of what made her a good pilot.
Before Captain Sunlight could reply, Zhee hissed sharply, which I’d learned was the bug-alien equivalent of a skeptical snort. “They’ll know we came from this one,” he said. “The local news said there’s feuding already.”
“What, really?” Kavlae asked while Captain Sunlight sighed deeply. “Weren’t the colonies started by the same group? They’ve got the whole planet to share, and they’re feuding?”
“Territorial species,” Zhee said with a dismissive click of his pincher arms. “Not enough food-plants to go around, apparently.”
“Keep your voice small,” warned the captain with a pointed glance at the nearest large passerby, who could crush any of us with a single hoof. Not a species to insult carelessly, or even on purpose. Six limbs, two of which were sometimes arms, lots of muscle, and even antlers. Nobody had told me the species name yet, but I was privately calling them Space Moose.
“Fine, fine,” Zhee said, folding his pinchers grumpily and glaring up at the board.
Captain Sunlight looked up as well. “Is there anything on here that looks do-able?” she asked, addressing all three of us.
I studied the grid of job posts. The rest of our crew was busy getting supplies — I hoped we weren’t about to skim over something that another person would catch. But just as I thought it, my eyes fell on a posting from a human ship.
“Oh, someone lost a dog!” I exclaimed, pointing. “They couldn’t find it before they left. That’s so sad.”
“We can keep an eye out,” Captain Sunlight said. “Our ship doesn’t have any of the fancy bio-scanners for seeking out that sort of thing.”
I read the whole post, looking for details. A three-year-old husky, male, “exceptionally fluffy,” named Matt. Which was short for Mattress. I loved him already.
“How recent is the post?” Kavlae asked.
“Just two days ago,” I said. “I hope the dog is okay. It says they last saw him at the edge of town.”
“There is a thriving ecosystem here,” Captain Sunlight reminded me gently. “The animal can surely find its way.”
“But he’ll be lonely,” I said, forlorn. Poor Mattress.
Before I could whine about it further, Zhee laughed and pointed at a different post, tapping it with one of his little wrist fingers. “Look at this. Anyone fancy being an exorcist today?” At his tap, the post unfurled a map and a sound clip. He pressed play.
A very familiar yodeling howl filled the air. Unsettling, if you were an alien herbivore. A glance at my crewmates showed that none of them recognized it either.
I grinned. “You guys, we have to be exorcists today.”
* * *
“We saw it again just last night,” said the enormous space moose, his deep voice going high with nerves. “It actually went into our shed, and no one is ready to go see if it’s gone yet.”
“I will check for you,” I assured him. Captain Sunlight was letting me take point on this job, and Zhee was doing his best to keep his sarcasm to himself. Kavlae looked nervous.
“You don’t need anything else?” the space moose asked. “Armor, weapons?”
“No, I’m pretty sure this ghost is friendly,” I said, holding up the only two things I had brought: a sheet of fish jerky and a clip-rope from the cargo bay. “At least, he should be happy to see me. But you guys stay back, okay?”
The towering behemoth was more than ready to stay behind. Several other moosey faces peered through a long window in the house nearby. They hadn’t even come outside. Captain Sunlight told Zhee and Kavlae to stay where they were, and to give the human space to work.
I looped the rope over my shoulder and approached the shed on quiet feet. The post had said the dog wasn’t aggressive, but I knew full well how unpredictable fear could make an animal. (People too, really. All the more reason for the others to hang back.)
The shed was big, more what would pass for house-sized where I was from, and it just seemed to get bigger. Plain-looking otherwise. Flat beige walls and a slanted roof, no windows. A door that stood open. A spill of pellets all over the floor, which proved to be from the torn corner of a bag like I’d seen at the market.
Grain stuff, so hopefully okay for a dog’s system, I thought, hesitating outside the doorway. As long as he didn’t eat more than his stomach can hold. Here’s hoping it tastes bad.
I cleared my throat. “Ma-att,” I singsonged. “Matt! Mattress! Here, boy!”
A rustle and a thump was all the warning I got before a very large and exceptionally fluffy dog charged out and tackled me to the ground.
The moose bellowed in panic and my crewmates shouted. Mattress licked every inch of my face, prancing and whining while I did my level best to sit up.
“It’s okay!” I called out between licks. “He’s just happy! Here, boy, do you want a treat?” I scrabbled for the jerky that I’d dropped, and managed to redirect the dog’s attention without losing a finger. I got to my feet while he tore at the jerky, tail wagging at light speed. Good thing it was the soft kind of fish jerky. At this rate, he might have hurt himself on the stiff kind.
“Are you all right?” Captain Sunlight asked from where she stood.
“I’m fine!” I said with a wave.
She and the other two had stepped away from the space moose, who seemed to be making an effort to breathe his way through a panic attack. I didn’t blame them. The poor guy looked equally likely to pick fight over flight.
Better get everybody settled, I thought, turning back to Mattress and finding the rope where it had fallen. He had a collar, thankfully. While he finished gulping down the food, I clipped the rope to his collar and wrapped the end around my hand multiple times. Then I stroked that thick fur and murmured praises.
“Is it safe?” asked the space moose in a strained voice.
“Yes, just a moment,” I said as Mattress started prancing about again. “Matt, sit.”
He sat. Huzzah. I stroked his head, and his tail thumped the ground with gusto.
“Good dog.” I took a step and tugged the leash. “Heel.”
He sprang up and trotted after me, tail wagging and tongue lolling, though with slightly less chaos-gremlin energy.
“Good boy,” I said, then led him over to where everyone waited. I didn’t get too close. “Sit,” I repeated. He sat.
The space moose was calming down admirably, though his eyes were still a little wide. “You do seem to have it well under control,” he admitted. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” I told him. “This guy just wants to go home. We can handle that.”
“You have my gratitude,” the moose said. “And now, money. Extra for speed.”
Captain Sunlight handled that part, while I stroked Mattress in a subtle search for injuries or problems stuck in his fur. He returned the favor by licking my ear with far too much saliva. I tried not to grimace, and wiped it off with my sleeve. “Good dog.”
“All right, let’s get this animal to the ship,” Captain Sunlight said.
“I’ll call up the owners for you as soon as we get there,” Kavlae said, checking her pocket communicator for the phone number from the post. We’d all saved copies.
“I’m sure they will want to see their animal in the cameras,” Captain Sunlight said, turning to me. “I trust you can keep it calm inside the cabin?”
I assured her that I could. We said our goodbyes to the space moose and his family watching from the house, then headed back to the spaceport.
Mattress followed happily, though judging by the panting, he was thirsty. There probably hadn’t been much to drink in that shed, and the jerky on top of alien kibble was bound to make things worse.
“We’ll get you a bowl of water right away,” I promised him. “Okay, boy?”
Mattress looked up at me with alert ears and that particular doggy smile.
Captain Sunlight got out her own phone. “I’ll have Wio ready one for us. How big of a bowl do you need?”
“Um, just have her fill one of the smaller cookpots. He looks pretty thirsty.”
Kavlae asked from a fair distance away, “How can you tell?”
“He’s breathing hard,” I said. “With his tongue sticking out like that.”
Zhee was also giving the dog a wide berth. “Is that why it’s doing that?” he asked. “I assumed the animal was showing off its teeth for the benefit of anyone who might offer it harm.”
“No, he’s smiling!” I said. “Look at that; that’s a happy face. Just a little thirsty.”
Zhee muttered something disparaging about predators being allowed in close range. Kavlae laughed, and Captain Sunlight shook her head.
I looked from face to face. “You guys don’t keep pets, do you?” I asked. “None of you?”
“None like that,” Captain Sunlight said. “Nothing that could kill us, no.”
“He wouldn’t do that!” I said with an exaggerated ruffle of Mattress’s fur. “He’s a good dog! And look how fluffy! Such a nice soft pillow, he’d probably let you take a nap on him.”
“No thanks,” said Zhee. “I don’t see the appeal.”
“You don’t see the appeal? Do—” My smile slipped when I really looked at Zhee’s exoskeleton. “I don’t think you can fully appreciate the feel of soft fluffy things, can you?”
Zhee’s unimpressed scoffing confirmed my suspicions. I looked to Captain Sunlight, and her own scaly hands. “What about you? Not a big deal?” I didn’t wait for her answer before turning to Kavlae, the vaguely fishy humanoid with frills everywhere. “You have proper skin! Come pet this dog!”
She didn’t want to, but under my insistence and Mattress’s continued good behavior, she finally edged forward and brushed a hand across the copious floof.
“Oh, that is soft,” she said.
“See? And he is such a good boy.” I patted him some more, and he responded by licking both of us.
Kavlae yelped, pulling back.
“It’s okay,” I hurried to say. “That means he likes you.”
“Oh,” Kavlae said. She sniffed her hand, then retched. “Oh, he smells!”
I looked down at him and had to admit, “Yeah, that’s another thing dogs do.”
“To the ship!” Captain Sunlight announced. “For water, a phone call, and then a thorough cleansing! Which I’m sure our favorite animal expert can handle, yes?”
I sighed. “Yes. I won’t enjoy it, though.”
Zhee hissed a laugh. “Maybe you can take a nap on the creature afterward.”
“Maybe! Just you watch. Might have to tire him out a bit first though. I’m sure nobody would mind a game of fetch in the cargo bay, right?”
Captain Sunlight gave me a look, but she didn’t say no.
~~~
The ongoing adventures in backstory for this book! More to come.
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mitch-the-silly · 21 days
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hi!!
id like to request sir pentious x reader headcanons where the reader is sir pentious’ and of course went with him to the hotel to spy on the hotel crew for the vees (let’s just say he wasn’t caught on day one for this..) and the reader starts feeling bad so they take down all of the cameras set up. once pen finds out, he’s absolutely pissed and upset, so he refuses to talk to the reader for about a few weeks, and ends with the reader apologizing (or at least attempting to) and some fluff?
thanks a bunch!!
(I swear I love sir pentious more than life itself he’s such a silly lil thing)
OMG YESSS! Sir Pentious was such a comfort character for me; he deserves the world. Most of my friend group hasn't watched Hazbin yet, and I always get caught lacking because of my "It Starts with Sorry" mini-phase. His parts are actual pieces of heaven to me-
(Post-writing process note: I wrote the best parts while listening to "Christmas Kids" and every time that one pops up on my playlist, I cook really hard with whatever it is I'm writing-)
Enough said, I'm gonna make this a tiny bit of a slow burn. Because... yeah :>
Reader is gn! due to no specification of gender being made in the request.
HOPE YOU ENJOYY!!!
"Amnesty"
Sir Pentious X gn!Reader Fluff
Here are your headcanons!
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You had found work under Sir Pentious some decades ago. He wasn’t exactly the most successful overlord, but you were happy to not be part of the lower end of the food chain.
He didn’t own your soul and truly had no interest in such a thing. But you were like an assistant of sorts. Not quite an egg boy, not quite an equal to the man himself. 
Despite this, you thought he was quite charming. While he was not destroying half of Pentagram City, he was sitting in the main hall of his steampunk zeppelin drinking tea and conversing with you. It was a very comfortable life.
And thus, as it was routine for the both of you, he began to pick a fight with Alastor again (a sort of fight which he always lost, but when did that stop The Great Sir Pentious). You stood ready to shoot. Your hand on the only lever the egg boys could not reach.
Pulling that lever was literally your only job. The only reason Sir Pentious had hired you in the first place. That’s just how enjoyable your company was to him.
Alas, the fight with Alastor was another failure, but he didn’t go down without ripping a piece of his coat. Action that Alstor didn’t seem to take kindly. The whole ordeal ended in Sir Pentious being flung out across the Pentagram. Of course, you ran off to find him.
Once you found him, you checked if he was alright. “Sir! Are you alright? That was quite the hit the Radio Demon gave you…” you mumbled at him, checking his person to make sure he was alright. He’d put himself together quite well, so you let him be. 
“Yes, yes, I’m fine Y/n. I must persist in this endeavor! We mustn’t flail in our pursuit of power.” He called out, a statement at which you nodded. 
You two tried to walk back to where the zeppelin had landed, but before you could make it there, in front of an electronics store, the both of you saw a TV light up with a very recognizable face. 
Through that TV, Vox (one of the overlords Sir Pentious was trying to catch the attention of by attacking Alastor) explained to both of you that he had a mission for them. To infiltrate into the hotel, blend in, and spy on Alastor and Charlie.
(Valentino butted in to ask that they spy on Angel too-)
The both of you were thrilled to accept this mission. Immediately finding the Zeppelin and making your way back to the Hotel (this time in conditional peace).
Sir Pentious knocked on the Hotel’s main entrance and you waited beside him. 
When Vaggie opened the door, you did NOT get punched. Sir Pentious however, did not get the same luck. 
You both pleaded your cases. Saying that you’d spoken about the possibility of redemption and had considered it the best idea.
Of course, Charlie just couldn’t resist taking you two into the hotel (much to Angel and Vaggie’s dismay). 
That same night, both you and Sir Pentious began to set up Vox’s cameras. You almost got caught, but thanks to your amazing deception skills, you two got away with it (Angel saw you guys, and you pretended you’d lost something).
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As the days passed, you seemed to get more used to the way things were. The egg boys, Sir Pentious and you loved it at the hotel. 
You became friends with Angel Dust and found Niffty oddly endearing despite her psychotic tendencies. Vaggie’s protective nature made you feel safe, Alastor was good company, Husk was very interesting to talk to and Charlie was the sweetest person you’d met!
And after speaking to Charlie a couple of times on the subject of your dynamic with Sir Pentious, you realized that you were very much in love with him. 
After such a revelation, your mindset completely changed. Charlie had helped you realize that truly, you didn’t just follow and care for Sir Pentious because he was the overlord you worked for, but because you genuinely cared about him. How could you live with the guilt of betraying, spying, and intruding on the privacy of such a sweet person as well as her friends? Yes, this mission meant a lot to Sir Pentious, but you… you couldn’t do it anymore.
One night, you snuck down to the lobby. You knew exactly where all the cameras were, and you began to carefully take every single one of them down. And just as you were on the last one, you were faced with the last person you wanted to see: Sir Pentious.
He stood in front of the last camera, looking at you in disbelief. “What are you doing messsssssing wissss the camerasssss?” He whisper-yelled at you. Demanding an explanation.
“Sir… I… I can’t with this anymore… They’ve treated us so well… and we’re betraying them.” You argued, trying to keep it as quiet as he was.
“What? Why would you do that? I’m not letting you back out of thissssss. You’re not acting with ssssensssse.” He hissed back.
“Sir Pentious, please… I… We are gaining nothing from this.” You argued.
“Nossssing? Y/n, we are working for Voxssss. That’ssss exsssactly where we’ve been trying to be for the passssst five decadessss. You’re not gonna throw all of that away, are you?” He frowned. He felt so offended that you would even suggest you both ditch the plan.
“No that’s not what I-, Sir… I… hand me the camera, please...” 
“Absssssolutely not.” He spat back. 
“Stop being so loud, we’re going to get caught.” You responded, “Please… let’s talk this over, Penty…” You mumbled. An old nickname you hadn’t called him in ages. It was more of an inside joke between the both of you, but you definitely meant it as a term of absolute endearment.
“No. I don’t care what you call me. I’m not going to fall for it. I don’t know what they told you, but I sssssee now that I’ve losssssst your pledged loyalty. Do not ssssspeak to me, ever again, you traitor.” He responded bluntly.
Normally you would find his melodramaticism funny. But this. This one he meant it. You looked at him, a tear rolling down your cheek. You couldn’t take the pain of the wound his words inflicted on your heart. You loved him, and he hated you now. He deemed you as a traitor. So you ran away in an attempt to spare yourself from him seeing you cry. Running up the stairs, you stumbled into your room. Crying in a corner as you looked at the (now deactivated) cameras that you’d taken down. You sobbed bitterly on the floor until you eventually were too tired to remain awake.
The next morning, you crawled into your bed. You didn’t want to leave it. Perhaps it was a bit dramatic of you, but you’d been around Sir Pentious for so long that you didn’t know if it even was far-fetched. But all of that aside, you couldn’t bear to show your face. You felt that if you saw him, you’d start sobbing on the spot. So you simply stayed tucked below your blankets. 
Charlie came in to check why you hadn’t left your room, and you simply told her you felt sick. 
She had Niffty bring you some stew.
The egg boys went to check on you. You didn’t tell them about the argument you had with Sir Pentious.
They offered to bring you the next bowl of stew. They really cared about you 
(Carl has definitely accidentally called you his parent-)
After three days of moping around, you decided you would go downstairs and sit in the lobby. 
Once she saw you, Charlie asked you if you felt better now and you told her you felt much better.
However, at some point, you were left alone with Sir Pentious. You knew that you had to approach him. From the very depths of your heart you knew that you loved him and that if you stopped talking to him, you would live in misery for the rest of your eternal existence. 
So the second you felt ready, you walked up to him with an apologetic look.
The second he saw you in his field of view, he turned away from you. Letting out a resentful huff, he tried to ignore you. However, you were determined to fix things.
“Sir Pentious… I… I didn’t mean to upset you. I know Vox’s attention means a lot to you… but this place made me realize that… you can be happy without him. We can be happy without him. Here in the hotel! In Heaven!” You exclaimed, begging him to listen.
“We? What do you mean by we? You’ve never sssspoken to me like this before.” He asked, still a bit undignified but still turning to you, confused by your choice of words.
You paused, thinking of how to come clean to him. “The reason why I took down the cameras was… because I felt bad. Charlie and I have been talking about feelings and things of the sort… and she made me realize that… That I love you… And, I’m so thankful for the clarity she brought me that it felt like betrayal. But I guess I… I didn’t stop to think how that would make you feel…” You mumbled. 
He gave you a look of bewilderment. He had no words; he was flattered. And suddenly, it all made sense to him as well. The reason why he’d felt so betrayed was because of how he valued you. 
“The last thing I wanted was for you to detest me…” You mumbled at him, feeling tears build up in your eyes.
He gave you a look of sympathy. It clicked in his mind that you did it out of love for him. He didn’t know how to feel about your affection towards him, but he was sure he cared about you and that the feeling was at the very least partially reciprocated. But right now, the feeling of betrayal was still fresh on his mind. 
“I… I forgive you, I sssssuppose… I can’t stay mad at you after such a heartfelt confessssssion…” He mumbled, blushing, turning away. This time, not out of grudge, but out of embarrassment. 
It wasn’t quite long until you two decided to take all the cameras down for good (after you two were discovered by Angel Dust about a week later) and dedicate yourselves to redemption. 
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Redemption Au! Eli Shane! (and I’m officially back 😭🙏)
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Okay…so i usually disappear after a while after posting sometimes depending, but i kinda lost motivation with anything and been focused on other things in life and i guess i kinda lost interest in posting for a while…But im back! And determined to finish this Au storyline! If I can call it that- but! I’m planning on finishing Eli and some other info about the Au before I officially make a fanfic about it! Maybe…I’m not sure! But I will dive deeper into that as I’m thinking of maybe doing a comic instead! I thought I had made up my mind but apparently not😭 but after this I’m going to actually post fan art and other things!
Oh and I will think about doing FNAF or other fan arts for others so only time will tell I guess-
Anyways here’s Eli!
Eli is slightly different to his counterpart but there isn’t much! (Other than being a bit more stronger and better trained-)
He still is a bubbly, dorky Guy who loves puns..though sometimes twist takes that title and is more dorky than him- but Eli is still the same, but he’s doing a lot better in this Au! He’s a bit more of a thinker during his plans and because of Au Blakk’s training, he is even harder to defeat (depending on the enemy) he is very good in combat training due to Blakk and with a bit of the incredible’s master training, he’s well more experienced compared to his Cannon Counter part!
Still clumsy though sometimes, like his dad😭
LORE
Eli grew up in what he considered a happy life!
Well sort of..he had faded memories of slightly meeting blakk but they blurred since he was nearly about to become a toddler during that time. His relationship with his mom was…complicated, at times she was sweet and caring but as he grew up, he could feel her neglect towards him, and could often see her on the couch passed out from her drinking…So at age 5, he remembered his father divorcing his mom. He doesn’t remember much from that day, but he could remember his mother just not caring and leaving through the door..
He sometimes misses her..
And sometimes he doesn’t.
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Growing up, he was raised pretty constantly by his father, even if there were some days he didn’t see Will, will always made sure to make up for that time, never wanting to be away for too long in his child’s life..he’d even put off weeks of being a Shane to spend time with Eli, so for most of Eli’s childhood, will Shane was never really absent or gone for too long!
And even if he was Eli always was patient.
Eli doesn’t remember much about his other family, the only other family he’s ever been around or interacted with is his uncle and aunts from his mom side, and his grandma, but never from his father’s side..expect uncle jimmo once or twice.
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Already Will began to break 2 rules of the Shane code, and was beginning, in his family’s mind..Bringing shame into the family, which is also why Will cut communication with them a long time ago.
To Will’s family and the Shane code book, He broke one of the very first rules ever made, ‘never disrespect your legacy.’
A rule placed for the Shane’s of upcoming years to never not do your work, whatever you had to do was important and no distractions were allowed.
So will shane cutting off his days to spend time with his family, friends, putting the Shane work aside, broke the rule and made his uncle, mother and father and other relatives despise him more.
The second rule he broke was put at the last, and was always reminded of each Shane who would soon step up and take the Bandoleer and blaster for themselves.
‘Be loyal to your training’
By putting this rule, the Shane family for ages have always trained their children, whoever would take the place of the Shane role, would have to train hard, or everyday, and their children too.
It was a custom once the child turned 6, they would begin Shane children, it was a must, so they would be more conscious and remember things better.
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Will easily broke this rule, and he didn’t feel bad, yet a bit guilty about it, but if given the choice again, he would gladly
Do it again.
Once Eli turned 6, he never trained him, he made sure he had a playful childhood, and this caused anger through the Shane family, as arguments went back and forth sometimes between some relatives.
Will Shane made SURE Eli focused on school, friends, playing, everything expect the Shane stuff, he didn’t want to make Eli feel like he needed to be successful or be proven worthy, he was only a child, he shouldn't have had to carry that burden..especially the one will carried so long ago when he was a child himself.
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Eli had a fun childhood in his opinion, and the time he was told more about Slugterra finally was when he was 10 years old, since his time was nearing, but Will wanted to take a slow approach, he didn’t want to pressure Eli or make him think that ‘oh! I have to be a Shane!..I have to work had to prove myself to my dad and focus on only this..”
Will made sure to give Eli other ideas, so he didn’t think he had to be a Shane.
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Eli felt comfortable enough with deciding to become a Shane, not due to over pressure, wanting to prove to his father, but because he wanted to help people.
He made the choice himself rather than being forced or the role being pushed upon him..
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HOW HE IS LIKE-
Eli is bubbly and all about just like his cannon self, Loves puns, but he is more serious in a way due to blakk, not in a bad or cold way, just so he takes things with more consideration, is more quick and clever, and is a fair and well fighter.
He thinks and usually half his plans work really well due to blakk’s thinking passing onto him sometimes during training.
(He’s still his dad son though..😅)
Will slip up and be a bit clumsy at times, but he’s a pretty advanced slugslinger and fighter. Is more advanced in a way compared to his counter part. Still a dorky guy, Trixie makes sure he doesn’t do anything stupid still, while kord and Eli prank each other and go into full warzone …
He has a good heart, and it’s more motivated to grow with blakk’s training, and with his childhood, especially with the way Will raised him. Will always made sure to teach him a lot about compassion, how to give instead of take and to Procter everything in Slugterra, the slugs, the people, everyone, safe others from bad ones, still show remorse and kindness.
He cares deeply about blakk (sees him as an uncle/father figure sometimes)
He’s genuinely more brightful! Though after his dad is saved he feels a lot better, though some final battle happens kinda scars him a little but he is doing fine!
(He also got the mouth scar from some training from blakk, proud of his scar like twist, just a bit disappointed he didn’t get it from an actual slug slinging duel.💀)
Ahsuhsiahejwj SOO THATS ELI’S LORE FOR NOW- Sorry for the long disappearances, I’ll try better this month and April hopefully 🙏 alright see yall next time, peace!
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