#Silent Warrior h mmm

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

For someone who likes to be alone you sure do keep strange company in public

#couple things #who the fuck was Peter Guan #he was cool as shit #like I would have hung out with just to get him drunk #sometimes I have fantastic theories when drunk amd the next day it is all ahit #like I had to respect his humility #also Shayla #like what the fuck #synthesis of acetaminophen #she was like.... attracted to me I. pretty sure wven though ahe was like 8 or 9 years older #I was a gentleman yo #and the story I made up makes me wonder #Silent Warrior h mmm

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES: 12 🔥

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 || 13 |, 14, 15

*Surprise! Earlier than expected 🥰

Eddie x Female!Reader

Summary: Dinner at your house 🍽️

W.C 3.8k

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Blowjobs, throat fucking, titty fucking, mean!Eddie.

A/N: can’t believe we have made it to part 12! Thank you for everyone so invested into this story, thank you to @munson-blurbs for helping me finish this!!

The next few days fly by like a blur. Billy was stable and was released from the hospital. His father and step mother came back home and sent him off to a boarding ranch for naughty teens in Montana. After a tearful goodbye with Nancy, Steve was sent to a 60 day inpatient rehab facility in Indianapolis. His parents finally dropped the veil of “our perfect son can do no wrong.”

They both spent Thursday night at your house crying with your parents. Mary apologized to you for her behavior and begged for your forgiveness, her designer mascara trudging down her cheeks traitorously. You weren’t one for grudges and honestly you were just happy that Steve was getting help.

“You’ve always been like a daughter to us, Y/N I should have known better than to think ill of you.” Never having to wonder where Steve gets his dramatic vibes from, you patted her hand gently and gave it a squeeze of reassurance, a silent acceptance.

Things were starting to settle down and feel normal again. The one thing that stayed constant through all the turmoil and sudden changes— was Eddie. Eddie stood by your side through it all, a valiant, heavy medaled, warrior—bracing his armored clad arms around you, keeping you safe.

Friday presented itself as a beautiful day. The sun is leaking through the sheer curtains in your room spreading a warm growth against the plush carpet of your bedroom. Slipping your arms out from beneath your sheets, stretching and letting out a yawn, you turn to face the clock, 7:01AM. The phone rings. Leaning over to answer it and stifling a groan, “h-hello?”

“Oh how I love your little morning voice, princess,” Eddie sing songs through the other end.

Your stomach flutters at the sound of his voice, soothing and sexy, “Mmm, good morning handsome,” you murmur, twirling the cord between your fingers.

“Morning sweetheart,” Eddie says, “how’d you sleep?” He’s in the kitchen packing some pretzels into a plastic baggie.

Slipping your free hand beneath the cotton of your sleep shorts you answer, “I only sleep well when you’re with me.” Twirling slow circles into your sensitive bud. You couldn’t help it, even Eddie’s voice made you long for him, “I wish you were here.”

���Aww princess, you’re making me blush, I wish I was there with you too.”

A small, delicate moan escapes your lips as you pleasure yourself to the sultry mix that is Eddie’s voice. “You still coming over tonight for dinner and to meet my mom?”

Fingers entering your velvet walls as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world baby girl” Eddie says, “by the time I get home from work and shower it should be about 6:30 by the time i make it to your house is that alright?”

“Y-yeah it’s uhh, yeah that’ll be perfect,” your fingers are moving frantically against your clit. “I just can’t wait to see you, and touch you.”

Eddie chuckles, “Ooh baby, are you feeling naughty this morning?”

“I’m just trying to make myself feel the way that you do.. but I’m having some trouble.”

Spitting out bitter coffee all over the kitchen Eddie balks, “y—you-you’re doing what?!”

“I told you I missed you, I haven’t seen you since Wednesday… and your voice is just so sexy and I’m imagining you here with me, so would you wanna help me out… I’m almost there just not quite nailing it home.”

“And the vixen returns…” Eddie purrs, “baby you are going to be the death of me, but who would I be to deny you something so deliciously sexy this early in the morning, if I were there with you… I would be placing my lips on your neck, kissing you sweetly, running my hands up and down your thighs, ghosting over the place you need me so badly.”

Your fingers are moving feverishly against your clit, absorbing the warm wetness that consumes your pussy whenever you’re aroused. “Mm… what else Eddie, tell me what else.”

“I’d slowly take my cock and run it through the folds of your wet dripping cunt, I would inch it further and further into you. Raising my head up to watch your sweet little face pull together as you moan my name.”

“Eddie”

“Mmm yeah, you like that? You like me telling you how I would fuck you?” Eddie unzips his mechanic uniform and spits into his hand, rubbing the drippy precum over his purpling head, giving it hard pumps to catch up to you.

“S’close Eddie,” your fingers are slick with your own juices as you pump into yourself tediously and use your other hand to rub circles around your clit. You moan out as the coil in your lower belly begins to snap. “I’m coming Eddie, oh my god.” You throw a pillow over your face as you moan loudly letting your release coat your fingers.

Eddie’s pumping his cock in record speed, “fuck baby me too, oh shit,” hes standing over the sink and cums hard, releasing himself all over a faded, bleached kitchen towel.

You’re gasping for air beneath the soft silk of your pillowcase when you float back down from the clouds of your high and hear Eddie’s ragged breathing on the other end of the phone. “.. you.. oh fuck, I have to leave in like 3 minutes. Or I’m going to be late… but we will revisit this later.” You can hear Eddie’s smile break against his lips as he tells you he loves you and hangs up the phone.

Driving to Hawkins you try to dissect what your dad said to you this morning before leaving for the office. “I have something important to talk to you and Eddie about tonight.” Originally you assumed he wanted to ask you if you were being safe, using protection, but maybe he was going to tell you Eddie wasn’t good for you. You couldn’t bear the thought of your dad doing that, not after how much he seemed to enjoy Eddie’s gig. You shake the thought from your head as you continue driving to surprise your favorite metalhead with lunch. You had called Benny’s Diner earlier to place your order to be ready when you rolled into Hawkins. Picking up the savory burgers and fries, you speed to the shop, letting the smell of the food waft out the windows of your car into the humid, sticky air.

Balancing the bags of food in one hand and the bigger than life Dr. Pepper in another, you walk gingerly to the front door of the shop to the reception desk. The middle aged woman with twinkling green eyes and wrinkles adorning them smiles widely at you. “Oh my goodness gracious, what have we here?” she says standing leaning towards you.

“Hi, I’m bringing some lunch for Eddie.” You say matching her smile.

“Well my word,” she says grasping her chest as her graying blond girls bounce, “you’re the one, the one that boy hasn't stopped talking about.” You smile even wider at her words. You didn’t know Eddie had been beaming about you to his coworkers. Before you can say anything she grabs the phone, hits a few buttons and waits for someone to answer, “Rich? Send Eddie up here, his pretty girlfriend is here with some lun—-yes she’s real Jesus, just send him quick!” She hangs up and blushes a quick pink, “sorry bout that, they all thought Eddie would be single forever since the whole town, outside of these 4 walls, is afraid of him… but we are all so glad that he has you.”

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how much this town hates him, the only thing you ever thought of him was how wonderful and caring he is. Eddie comes running out of the back door leading to one of the bays, “y/n? What are you doing here?” He’s grinning from ear to ear, his overalls are hung low on his hips and tied at the waist leaving him in a white tank, smeared with motor oil and grease. He’s got a baseball cap on backwards with his hair pulled loosely into a bun at the nape of his neck.

“I wanted to surpri—” Eddie grabs you up in his arms and places a chaste kiss to your mouth, “Eddie..”

Loud whistling is heard from the bays as Eddie’s coworkers are hooting and hollering. “Oh would you all shut up and leave ‘em alone!” the receptionist shushes them all, as they turn, begrudgingly heading back to work. “Take 45 minutes today Munson, I’ll let Jimmy know.” She gives you both a wink as Eddie sets you down to go and punch out.

Sitting in the back of Eddie’s van finishing up the burgers and fries and slurping up the last bit of Dr. Pepper, Eddie turns to you and lays a greasy lipped kiss on your neck. “You’re incredible.” Kiss. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” Kiss. “I'm so lucky.”

You still blush and get goosebumps whenever he says sweet things to you. After everything that has happened you can’t believe Eddie has stood beside you through it all. “I’m the lucky one,” you say smiling as you kiss his full lips, “you’re so ridiculously sexy, I mean look at you, fuck I could just gobble you up… in fact.” You unzip Eddie’s overalls and push him back slightly as you wiggle your way down him. Shutting the doors to Eddie’s van you turn back to him, locking your eyes with him as you take your top off letting your heaving chest bounce freely.

“Christ baby,” Eddie groans as you slither down and yank his cock out of his pants, you dribble spit slowly out of your lips onto his girthy length. You slide him in your mouth slowly until your lips meet his ballsack, kitten licking them as you breathe through your nose. Eddie’s head is thrown back in ecstasy as his hips snap forward. Spit is flowing out of your mouth as the onslaught of his dick extending gloriously in your throat deepens. You clasp your hardened nipples between your fingers as you pull back, catching your breath.

Spitting forcefully on your own chest you lean forward and push your tits around Eddie’s dick. “Oh fuck sweetheart, oh my God.” Eddie sits up on one of the amps strewn across the back of the van. You wedge between his legs as you continue your position of squeezing your luscious pillowy tits around Eddie’s thick cock. “Fuck baby, look at you, look at those tits, Jesus Christ, I’m about to cum where do you want me?”

“Mmm, my chest so I can lick it up.” You say seductively as Eddie lifts his ass off the amp to pound violently into your cleavage. Hot ropes of his cum paint your chest as his moans echo throughout the van. The fringe of his bands stick to his forehead with sweat. His eyebrows knit together, and release as he comes down from his high. He tucks himself back into the cotton waistband of his underwear as he looks at you. Eyes filled with lust and desire, his eyelids hanging low as if he could take a nap. He leans forward and places a deep kiss into our lips. He runs a thick finger through his cum spreading it across your chest. You moan with delight at the feeling of his hands on you.

His dark hostile eyes never leave yours as one of his hands snakes around your neck like a veiny necklace. Wrapping his thick fingers around it and squeezing gently, the bite of his cold rings sending shivers down your spine. Scooping up his cum with two fingers watching it drop between them as he places them into your mouth, shoving them further and further down your throat until you gag slightly. You wrap your lips around his fingers, enveloping them in the hot saliva and cum filled adobe that is your mouth. Sucking his fingers clean, Eddie whispers, “good girl.”

Finding a napkin tucked inside the takeout bags, Eddie begins to clean his cum off of your chest. “Wait,” you say as you lean into the bag. You pull out a single fry, swiping the salty fried crunchiness down your lips, and landing home across your chest, swiping up his cum with the fry and popping it back into your mouth. Eddie’s eyes are blown wide with amazement as you lick the salt both from the fries and the saltiness of his cum off your fingers, “mm, delicious.”

Eddie’s mouth falls into a sly grin as he kisses you deeply, thrashing his tongue against yours and entangling his fingers in your hair. Breaking away and trying like hell to leave a purpling hickey on his neck, marking him as yours, Eddie breathes,“Baby I have to get back to work, and you’re —fuck, not making it easy.”

He lets out a throaty moan that vibrates against your lips, tingling through your body. “Seriously sweetheart, I have to go.” Eddie pulls back from you and finds your shirt on the floor of the van, he pulls it over your head as he ties up his coveralls.

You jut your bottom lip out in a fake, pouty, defiance as you open the back of the van and jump out. “But tonight is so far away.”

“T minus 5ish hours my little love,” Eddie wraps you into a hug and kisses you softly, “I love you baby, drive safe, I’ll see you tonight!” He’s jogging to the door, his dark messy bun bobbing behind him, he turns slightly, looking over his left shoulder and winks before disappearing in the open bay door.

You swear your panties are wet from that interaction alone.

Later that night at your house you are busy prepping the salad as your mother is deciding which wine to serve with the pasta. She settles on a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio as she makes her way back into the kitchen. “Are you nervous to have Eddie over tonight?” Your mother asks as she throws the wine bottle atop of some ice.

Cutting the cucumbers you look up, “No not really, he already met dad and dad really seemed to like him so that’s good, although dad did say he was something important to talk to us about tonight but I’m not sure what that entails.”

Your mother gets a look of concern on her face, “That's news to me y/n, I have no idea what he would say.”

“Yeah me neither.”

The doorbell rings and of course it is Eddie. Your dad hollers from the den that he’ll get it. “Eddie!” Your dad yells excitedly as he opens the door. Gathering him into a bear hug and squeezing him tightly.

“Hey Dan, how are ya?” Eddie says as he claps your dad’s shoulder.

“Come in, come in! Y/n’s in the kitchen with her mother, getting everything ready— and if you go in there you’ll be summoned so let’s go hide in the de—.”

“Dan! It’s time to eat!” Your mother interrupts foiling your dad plan.

“Shit, another day!” Your dad says laughing as he makes his way into the dining room. The oval oak table is set for four. Two candelabras are balancing the ambiance of the room as the candles dance to their own silent melody. You come into the room arranging the chilled wine onto the table as your eyes meet Eddie’s. He’s dressed in a black button up shirt rolled up to the elbows, a black pair of jeans with, surprisingly, no holes in them, and black lace up boots. His hair was freshly washed and he was wearing a new cologne. Fuck, he looked good. your mother stands at the doorway with a smile on her face looking at your dad.

You walk over to Eddie, the knee length black dress you’re wearing flowing with your body as you walk. Eddie mouths “wow”, his throat bobbing with every sway of your hips. Walking to him you peck him innocently on the cheek. “You look so nice,” you beam at him.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers. Turning to your mom you hold your hand out gesturing to her, “Eddie, this is my mother, Rose, mom, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Your mom walks towards him and wraps him in a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you!” She says as she pulls away from him.

“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Eddie said.

The four of you join together at the table passing around the salad, bread, and pasta. The conversation is light talking about the weather, Eddie’s job, and the upcoming senior year. “So Eddie, do you have plans for college?”

Eddie finished swallowing his mouth full of food as he responds, “Actually yeah, I’m thinking of staying local and studying as a diesel mechanic.” You had no idea Eddie had even planned on going to college, you figured he was going to try and make it big with his band.

“Diesel Mechanics are needed almost everywhere!” Your dad chimes in. “That’s a great career choice, Eddie.”

Eddie blushes slightly as he thanks your dad. “I just want to make something of myself.” Your mother beams at him as she takes a sip of her wine.

The meal couldn’t have been better and it seemed as though your parents thoroughly enjoyed Eddie’s company. Laughing at his small jokes and listening intently to his stories.

After supper is cleaned up your dad calls you and Eddie into his study. The den is decorated with deep polished woods and emerald green carpet. A book shelf adorns one of the walls and is covered floor to ceiling with various sizes of books, Eddie is certain he has never been anywhere this nice his entire life.

Dan pulls out a small polished wooden box from the oversized desk in front of the window, thumbing the edges as he pushes it open. Laying inside on plush crimson velvet lies six Cuban cigars. He plucks one out as he motions for you both to have a seat on the leather sofa as he cuts and lights the cigar, puffing slightly and rolling o’s out of his mouth like a cartoon bad guy as he leans back into his chair.

“Thank you both for joining me. Eddie, as you probably aren’t aware, I never have Y/N in this study unless I’m delivering serious news. I’m going to keep this as light as possible but it is serious.” You and Eddie share a nervous glance as he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. “When I was growing up I had three very close friends. Two of them were brothers. We had a band, and did everything together. One of them was Steve’s dad, and the other two were Ray & Wayne Munson.”

The sound of Eddie’s own family being mentioned in this room by your dad is enough to send a small bead of sweat down his neck. “What?” You shout to your dad as you look at Eddie’s vacant expression.

“Just let me finish y/n,” your dad says holding a hand up, “I could go into details about how Ray and I fell apart but I’ll save you that. When y/n mentioned she had a new boyfriend she only gave us your first name, Eddie, I had no idea you were Ray’s son… I uh— I want you to know that the reason you were released from juvy and the reason your dad is behind bars— is because of me and Steve’s dad. I would never in my life tell you to stop seeing my daughter because of who your dad is. Apples don’t fall far from the tree but it’s as if you were never even on the same limb as he was. You are welcome here anytime, thank you for taking care of my daughter.”

Eddie’s face is indifferent as he stares a hole into the carpet. His knees are bouncing as he leans forward, “So you know Wayne?”

“Yes, we were very close and he came to me when I was still working in Hawkins, asking for my help. It was right after that clerk was killed and you were sent to juvy.”

“So— okay,” Eddie says, standing up and pacing around the study, “W-Wayne came to you about my dad?”

“Yes.” Your dad says with a puzzled expression.

Eddie’s hands are on his hips as he shakes his head up and down. “Ok ok ok ok okay, ummm y/n, I have to head home. Thank you for having me Mr. Y/L/N.” He opens the door of the study and walks out.

You look from your dad to the door and run after Eddie.

“Wait! Eddie, wait where are you going?” He’s halfway to his van when he hears you and stops, turning quick on his heel.

“12 years, y/n, I’ve grown up without a dad for almost 12 goddamn years! And why is that?! Because of your dad!” He is throwing his hands wildly as rage fills his face.

Trying to diffuse the situation you ask, “Eddie. Don’t you think you were better off without him?”

“Guess I’ll never know because he’s rotting in jail and I’m here, being raised by his brother!” A single tear streams down his face, “I just— I can’t fucking believe it! The other shoe has finally dropped and boy is she a doozie.”

“What is that supposed to mean Eddie? Wayne loves you like you’re his own son!” You say shifting your weight as you cross your arms.

“But I’m not! You don’t get it Y/N! All the father-son things at school and everything else I missed out on because I was raised by Wayne. The entire town hates my fucking guts because my dad is locked up. It means that this,” he says, motioning between the two of you, “was too good to be true. I’ll always be a charity case to your family and I don’t need that.”

Tears are falling heavily down your face as you prepare for what comes next. “Eddie, that's not fair! He was just doing what he felt was right at the time!”

“And what was that exactly?! Crying myself to sleep for years because even though he was a shitty person he was still my dad?!!” Eddie runs his hands down his face in defeat, “ya know what?… I can’t do this—don’t call me, don’t fucking stop by my work, I’m done.”

You can’t believe what he is saying. He wants to end this because of something that happened way before you even knew each other? Something that took place between your dad’s and had nothing to do with you?

“Ed-die please,” you beg through your tear stained face. “Please just t-talk to me.” He gets into his van and slams the door, turning his neck around as he backs down the driveway. Spinning his tires and blaring loud music as he leaves you, crying at the end of the driveway as rain starts to pour down around you.

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[solitaryearthperson]

Feeling (Sixth Part to Need A Hero)

Summary: Kronu and (Y/N) try to spend time together before he leaves, but the government interrupts them.

(The reader uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity/race is any.)

I am a warrior, he reminded himself, trying to slow down his heartbeat. A small ooman will not make me shy and nervous like some pup. The sound of a small moan made him pause his inner thoughts and he looked down to see laying on his chest, his little ooman warrior, (Y/N). Her head was laying not far from his heart, and he wondered if she was listening to it in her sleep.

Their living arrangement usually had them sleeping in separate rooms. He would sleep in the living room on the couch, while she stayed sleeping in her bed. Some nights she would sleep on the couch with him, after watching a movie. But tonight was different. Tonight, she wanted him to be in her bed, holding her in her sleep.

She wants to be vulnerable, he quickly realized after he heard her request. She wants to be vulnerable with me. The females of his kind were very picky with who they wanted to be vulnerable with and they also made the males work extremely hard to earn their presence. 

Have I earned this vulnerability from her, he wondered, noticing her (H/C) hair. He’s touched it before, usually from petting her head before leaving or when she’s done something he’s approved of. She didn’t care for it (he could sense her irritation whenever he did it and found it amusing), but still allowed him to. She sees me as a worthy male? 

“Mmm,” she hummed in her sleep, nuzzling her head more into his chest. 

Will she wake up, he wondered, wanting to touch and pet her hair now, but not wanting to disturb her sleep. Just as he was about to lift his hand to touch her head, she woke up.

“Big guy,” she murmured, opening her eyes and lifting her head to look at him. Even though the room was dark, she could still see his eyes, glowing (I forgot if they can see in the dark or not or if their eyes glow) and looking down at her. “You’re still up?”

She couldn’t see if he nodded his head or not, but she heard a grunt and knew it meant ‘yes.’ 

“You alright?”

She guessed the silence following her question was another ‘yes.’

“I’m gonna miss you,...you know that, right?” She sat up from his chest and moved her body so she could be closer to what she hoped was his face. 

She began reaching her hand out slowly wanting to feel his face, but not sure if that was alright or not. Despite them getting closer and closer together over the weeks, he hasn't given that much information on his species' customs, mannerisms, etc.

Sensing her hesitation, he grabbed her hand, slightly startling her and moved it to one of his lower mandibles, having a suspicion that that's what she wants. She won't harm me, he reminded himself, feeling his body beginning to become stiff but willing himself to relax. She’d never harm me.

"Is this okay," she asked, her voice trembling.

She could feel his head move up and down and sighed, happy that he wasn't uncomfortable.

It was silent for a while. She moved her hand from his lower mandible and moved it over his face, suddenly having the instinct to feel his features, at least once before he leaves. The whole the time he’d been there she was fascinated, but unnerved by his features, but now all she wanted to do was memorize every unique and foreign part.

Kronu could feel the control over his body slowly leaving him with each stroke of his features that (Y/N) gave. My ooman, he sighed, closing his eyes, his body, for the first time, was relaxing even more, almost melting at her touch.

"Hey big guy," she broke the silence, stopping her hand on what she could guess was his cheek. "We've been living in the same house for a while, and I don't think I've ever known your name."

She remembered the night that he entered her home to officially live with her and couldn't recall him ever telling her his name. Not even when he was teaching her how to read and write in his language. The first word he taught her how to write and read was 'yautja.' She knew that he knew her name, guessing he must've heard a phone call of hers or a neighbor that said it. He can't just leave without me ever knowing his name.

"What's your name?"

He was silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to pronounce it in a human language.

"K-ro-nu," he said.

"Kro-nu," she repeated. "Kronu. I like it."

"(Y/N)," he said.

"Yeah, Kronu and (Y/N)," she said. "Kronu, do your people...hug?"

The question confused him, and he tilted his head, looking at her. "H-ug?"

"Yeah. You know...putting your arms around someone. A hug."

She felt him shake his head 'no.'

"How does your people show affection?"

Her question was met with silence. At first, she thought maybe she offended him or made him uncomfortable, but then she felt him move somehow closer to her. Even though she couldn't see him, she could feel him moving his head closer and closer to hers till she felt him breathing on her. Is he...? she wondered, as his head came closer.

Suddenly, she felt the skin of his large forehead touching hers. His skin was warm, hard, yet smooth and she couldn't help but lean her head into his, chasing his warmth. He began to gently rub his forehead into hers, and she soon began doing the same. So, this is like a hug or kiss for him, she realized, happily rubbing her against his. A warm sensation soon began growing in both of their chests. Kronu didn't understand what this sensation was, but he didn't mind it as long as it was felt with (Y/N). (Y/N) knew what the sensation was but couldn't believe that she was feeling it and who she was feeling it for. I'm in love with an alien, she accepted, continuing to rub her head against his. Of all people, I'm in love with a fucking alien.

A small vibrating noise broke the thick, but nice silence between them and she pulled away from his forehead and looked up in the direction of his face with a startled look. "What was that? That noise, just now?"

"Y-You...soft...nice," he tried to explain, still making the sound.

It took her a second to realize what the sound was. Purring? He’s purring...like a cat. I’m making him purr?!

"Oo ' ans don't..." He asked.

"No, we don't," she told him, putting her hand on his chest, smiling at the vibration of his purr. “Wish we could.”

Just as he was about to ask her another question, he heard something.

It was the familiar sound of a van parking outside her house again, but this time it was different. It sounded like there was two vans instead of one. While the other times, he heard only four or five people in the van, this time it was more. He could hear at least seven people in each van, and they were all doing something he couldn’t quite figure out what.

“Kronu? Big guy?” 

He felt (Y/N) pat her hand on his chest to get his attention and quickly grasped it.

“Kronu?”

The sound of a gun being cocked caught him by surprise and he let out low growl, realizing what was about to happen. 

The growl he let out scared her and she tried to withdraw her hand from his, but he wouldn’t let go, instead he tightened his hold on her.

“Kronu, what-”

“We ‘ust leave,” he said, before pulling her off the bed and out of the room. 

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[aresrl]

I hihi I am!!! A little nervous w/ doing this bc I've never done this b4 so please bear🐻 w// me💦 May I request a match up? A vision, a romantic partner and maybe a friend and/or enemy? If that's too much feel free to just assign me a vision + partner, ehe/// Preferably male for a romantic match-up, but either gender is fine with a friend and enemy match-up^^ I tried to be as detailed as possible but I think I ended up just ranting, so im v v sorry if it's long! I sort of fluctuate when it comes to being an introvert/extroverted. W// strangers and irl, I'm very introverted and shy!! Rarely speak and if I do it's just the usual "Hi how are you? That's good. I'm good too, thank you for asking:)" yeayea I'm not too. Keen on social interaction irl. But I always do my best to be very nice!! I never wanna come off as mean bc wow what a bad first impression that would be. But with friends / ppl ik online?? Whew I am very very friendly n chatty ^^ Either very high energy or very chill, there's rarely any inbetween. Sometimes I like to jokingly tease my friends but I'd never go too far / make them uncomfortable!! And if I do I always apologize right away!! I like to say that I'm affectionate?? My strongest love language is def physical affection, if not quality time. Idk man there's just something about vibing with someone or hugging them that just aaaaa/// Although I usually display affection w// words of affection bc. Literally most of my friends are online friends so I can't actually hug them, sad times. Idk if this is needed/important info but I just remembered: I'm 5'6 around??? Need glasses bc. Whew i am blind (near sighted), I'm poc (specifically black) anndd, hm. Actually I think thats it for this section, aha. As you can see I'm, not really all that organized. Also I don't have the best attention span - while writing this I'm circling between 4 different apps - and I'm a bit of a mess. And also a little stupid. Just a smidge dumb. But I have my moments - I solved like. 2 puzzles in Inazuma by myself so I think that counts for something. I also find that I tend to talk a whole lot when I have an idea or smthn to say abt a thing I'm super interested in!! That's info-dumping. I info dump. Yes. I also really like to listen to other people talk abt things they like!!!! Its so nice :) I'm protective over people I care about!! I've never done it but 100% would bark at someone who messed with someone close to be. Arf arf yaknow. I tend to he impulsive. I'll do something, and be all "YEAH>:D" and then regret it later. And then I'll do it all over again in a fun little cycle :) I consider myself an optimist, but quickly turn into a pessimist whenever it concerns myself. Fun funfun. Should probably mention that I am. A very insecure person w/ dangerously low self esteem, which is super fun esp when you mix that with the fact that I'm rarely ever motivated to improve. Yayayay Also sort of a pushover?? Like most often than not I'll be convinced to do something, even if I'm not too keen on doing it. Also afraid of confrontation when it comes to my friends and strangers (that is, if it's concerning me!! I'll order smthn for my friend but if I need to order for myself?? uhh stutter time aha). I'm also a mega simp ahah! Srsly though if I fall for someone/get infatuated with someone I. Will be so obvious abt it even though I try very hard not to be. Would gush over that person probably. I don't really like mean people tbh. Like yes I'll be nice and civil with them but!!! I cannot stand!!! Rude people!!! Esp when they're mean for no reason like sir??? maam??? homie??? chill pls ty<3 People who aren't necessarily mean, but moreso have bastard energy and are just really "hehe>:D" but playfully are p poggers tho!!! I think I get along with kids!! I have a little sister,, around like. Nine? And we get along really well!! I also try and match a kid's energy whenever I'm tasked with looking after them. I take pride in the fact that kids like me >:].... even if they sometimes scare me-- Ok, interest time!!

I like art!! Quite a bit!! Less of a realistic artist and more of a cartoonist!! Idk there's just something fun abt drawing cartoons, hehe. I also like self ships - I have quite a bit of them, actually ! Idk its comforting drawings your fictional crushes loving you idkidk. I like writing too! Both original stories, and one-shots or personal fics that are associated with already created media!! Writing character backstories and personalities and stuff is also fun too! I've even made my own fictional world with a full fledged backstory n everything! It's very fun to think about. I'm a day dreamer!!! Yea remember when I said I write stories? I day dream abt potential stories even more. Mmm daydream world so nice so warm so fun I read aswell!! Mostly fantasy books, or stories where animals are the protagonists. Think Warrior Cats. But my favorite book series has got to be Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Fantasy owl books, anyway! X Readers are also things I enjoy reading :) Again, s I m p Also gaming!!! Is something fun I do sometimes!!! Although it's usually Genshin Impact, or Wii Sports/Resort w// my little sister. Oh, also pokemon! I rlly like Primarina, Vaporeon, Sylveon and Vulpix/Ninetails! I absolutely adore sweet foods, and baking is smthn I'm def interested in! Don't like foods w// weird textures though, like beans or mashed potatoes. Also I. Love spice so much. Mmm love it when my mouth burns so bad. Don't have a favorite animal but I've had three cats in my lifetime (btw not important but my current cat is named Sylvester and. He's my baby boy) so I am. A very big cat fan. Probably not needed but I really like sword and claymore characters. Literally all of the characters I main are either sword or claymore users. Although I did get Diona, so I miiight start forcing myself to learn how to aimmm. I see that I tend to like people/characters that are a little more extroverted than me. Upbeat, happy type beat!!! Nice sunshine babies, :) I think thats it! I hope this was good enough? Again, first time doing this (at 2am nonetheless) so forgive me if I got too rambly or did anything wrong ^^ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! And I hope your day is good / you had a good day, depending on when you read this, ehe!

Hey! Sorry if the wait has been long! I also love Warrior Cats (I promise myself, one day I'll finish it.)

You received... A Pyro vision! Optimistic, enthusiastic, impulsive, reckless, and a lot of energy are the general characteristics held by the Pyro vision. • I hesitated between the Pyro and Hydro vision, but your energy distinguishes you from the Hydro vision. • You said you were impulsive, always doing something you might regret later but still doing it. • You react quickly: as you said, if somebody hurt someone you love, you won't think twice before barking. Your partner would be... Xingqiu! “This feeling was unexpected.” • At first, you were just friends, and Xingqiu really loved to tease you. Actually, you both teased each other. But eventually, a feeling of love towards you grew into Xingqiu. And that was reciprocated. • Your relationship is filled with teases, jokes, and good/funny moments where you mostly share what you commonly appreciate. • He also knows when to get serious: for example, he does everything to support you during your moments of struggle concerning your self-esteem. Your friend would be... Childe! “Luckily, I'm here!” • You two also share funny moments, especially during situations where your “stupidity” is overtaken by his insight. • Sometimes, he finds you cute. • He likes the fact that you get along well with kids. It leads you to great moments with him and his siblings. • You're quite the opposite in terms of self-esteem. I think it's a good thing because it makes you complementary. Your enemy would be... Albedo! A misunderstanding. • You wouldn't hate each other, but I think Albedo wouldn't like the way you use your energy, and when you're more in a chill mood (meaning you're more available for him to talk), he could get pissed at how much times he'd have to repeat himself for you to understand something. • He's very patient, but he understood quickly that his interests would maybe not be within your reach. • You would just be too different. Worth to mention • You and Venti are like drama queens in Mondstadt. You are good friends. But you both know that you can't be more, as it would eventually both drag you down (because of similar problems). • Klee is also your best friend: both of you share decisions that you definitely will regret later. Or maybe not. • Hu tao and you are kinds of silently competing over who's the best tease, and she beats you. My goal is definitely not achieved. I hope I can catch up tomorrow. And don't worry, it was surprisingly good for a first description!

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[not-a-space-alien]

Your Own Side Outtake #6:  The Silent Grave

Rating: M

Series masterpost

On AO3

AN:  This scene provides context for Botis’s interaction with Duke Jezebel in Falling Hazard chapter 12

It was dark and stormy. It was not night, but sometimes the day is dark and stormy as well.  You take what you can get.  Dark and stormy nights have to have a day after them, after all.

There was a demon moving among the bleak and dreary landscape, following the trail of vultures circling in the sky. He was everything a demon was supposed to be.  He was ugly.  He was intimidating. He was clad in spiked black armor.  He was atop an enormous black stallion that struck sparks as its hooves beat against the ground. And he was covered in the blood of an angel he had killed.

The blood was dried, because it was from the day before; he had not had the opportunity to clean his armor.  But the rain drizzling down onto him was wetting it again, making it run in streams down his body as though it were fresh.  He felt it weighing on him physically and wished desperately to be rid of it.

He pulled the reins of his horse up to stop as he came to the epicenter of the vultures. The birds were feeding on a body on the ground, face-down and half hidden in the mud.

His heavy boots splattered mud everywhere as he dismounted, and he chased the birds off with an angry yell and a few waves. The rain continued to wash over the body, making trails from the guts exposed by the scavengers’ pecking.

The demon knelt down by the body, gently sliding his hands under it.  He turned it over and wiped the mud off the face.  The eyes were glassy and stared straight at the sky. The stab wound that had been the killing blow had grown dramatically in size from the scavengers.

The demon had been half-hoping the angel would still be alive, against all reason.  He knew the angel would be dead.  The angel had been dead yesterday. But he had still hoped, and he was still disappointed.

“I’m sorry,” said the demon, brushing a hand against the angel’s frozen face gently.  “I’m so, so sorry.  You didn’t deserve to die.  I don’t know why I did this.  I’m so sorry, sister.”

“Botis.”

The demon took his hands off the body and stood up ramrod straight at the sound of his comrade calling his name.  Another demon appeared, clambering over the hill to join him.

“That’s the one you killed yesterday, innit?” said the newcomer.

“Yeah,” said Botis, with forced joviality, hating himself with every fibre of his being.

The other demon spit on the body.  “Hey, why don’t we hang this up in the tree in case anyone comes looking for that missing unit?  Give them an idea of what they missed.”

“Er,” said Botis. “Why don’t we just leave it here? The vultures were going at it pretty good.”

“…all right,” said the other demon.  “Then what were you doing back here?”

“I was….er….checking if she had anything in her pockets.”

“Good thinking,” said the other demon, nudging him with her elbow.  “If it’s got a few drachma in its pocket we can get the field agent here to get us some alcohol.  Anything?”

“Er, no, not really,” said Botis.

“Mmm.  Too bad.”  She began to jog back in the direction from which she had come.  “Come on, then.  Duke Jezebel was asking where you had gone.  She didn’t want to move the unit out until everyone was collected, but there’s a group of angels a few dozen miles north we’re supposed to ambush at night fall.  At least ten times as many as there were yesterday.  I’m sure you’ll get more than just one kill under your belt this time.”

The other demon disappeared, moving ahead under the assumption Botis was following her.

Botis was not following her. He was still standing by the body, looking at it.  All he could imagine was how awful it was going to feel doing this again.  Having to feel that blood get all over him again. Having to listen to another angel choke out dying words, another “Heaven will punish you, fiend,” as its body heaved against his blade.  And he was going to have to do it over and over and over because he was an infernal warrior and infernal warriors were big and strong and felt nothing but delight in the pain of others.

Tears began to well in his eyes.

The other demon peeked her head back over the ridge.  “Botis, are you coming?  What’s the hold up?”

Botis knelt in the mud and scooped up the dead angel’s empty corporation.  The vultures that had assembled to return to their meal upon his absence scattered with indignant squawks as he moved through them.

“Botis, what are you doing?” said the other demon.

Botis threw the body onto his horse and swung up into the saddle, holding it steady with one hand.

The other demon slid back down towards him.  “What are you going to do with that?”

“Fuck off,” Botis hissed as his horse galloped off.

No warrior demon could really be said to be good with words, but Botis was drafting a letter in his head as he rode away from his companions, something to convince the higher-ups his real talents lie somewhere other than warrior work.

“Botis!”

The flat was dark as Kyleth came into it.  She let out a sigh.  Her feet hurt from being out all day, and she still had a huge to-do list of Heavenly chores before she would feel all right about stopping to rest for the night.

She set her vinyl bags down in the entryway and tried to find the light switch with her hand.

Another hand came out of the darkness and stopped hers, and Botis’s toothy visage appeared from the living room.

Kyleth was not proud to admit that sometimes Botis still startled her when she was not expecting him. He had the sort of face that made your first reflex be to strike preemptively.  It was all she could do to not let him see her reaction.

Botis’s jowls stretched into a fang-laden smile.  “Leave the lights off.”

“Um…Okay,” said Kyleth. “Why?”

Botis removed her hand from the wall and led her into the dining room, where the table was lit softly by candles.  He pulled a chair out for her.

“What’s all this?” said Kyleth as she seated herself.

“Wait right there,” said Botis, disappearing into the kitchen.

He returned a few moments later with a literal silver platter, which he set in front of her.

“Here you are,” he said. “Steak tartare and a bolognese on the side.”

“Oh,” said Kyleth. “Thank you so much. This is my favourite.”

Botis sat in the chair across from her and just sat there watching her eat.

“Don’t you want something, too?” said Kyleth, a bit guiltily.

“I’m not really hungry,” he said.

“Oh.”

“And Kyleth, I did all those things on your list for tonight.  So you can just relax and take your time.”

“Oh my,” said Kyleth. “Th-thank you.  But what’s all this for?”

“It’s a special day.”

Kyleth’s fork paused halfway to her mouth.  “It is?”

“You don’t remember?” said Botis, sounding dismayed.

Kyleth swallowed.  She had never been very good with dates. “I forgot something, didn’t I?”

“It’s your birthday!”

“My…birthday?”

“Well, your corporation day.”

“Botis.”

“Six-thousand years ago you stepped into this world.  I had to, er, figure out how it would translate from the old calendar, and lo and behold!  It fell on today!”

“Botis, how could you possibly remember what day it was?”

“Don’t you remember? I ran into you, and you were struggling with staying upright.  ‘This damn thing is too small for me,’ you said. ‘One day in it and I’m already sick of feeling like I’m suffocating in here.’  We met on your first day here on Earth.”

The memory was fuzzy for Kyleth, eroded by time.  She smiled at him and patted his hand.  “You have a very good memory.  And you’re very sweet.  Thank you.”

Botis beamed.

“You know,” said Kyleth lecherously.  “All this talk about you doing my work and serving me hand and foot has put me in a mood.”

“Oooh, is that so?” said Botis.

They flirted until Kyleth was done eating.  Botis insisted on cleaning up the dishes before doing anything else, which had the exact effect he had been hoping for:  Kyleth badgered him to hurry up, standing behind him pressed into him and getting handsy under his clothes.

“What an impatient Heavenly warrior,” said Botis, setting the last plate into the strainer.

“You’re just delaying your fate.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s my fate?”

“I’m going to make you all mine.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’ll have to make me, first.”

“Oooh.”

They moved into the bedroom.  They had a brief discussion about which of them should dom, then eventually decided on Kyleth, since it was her birthday and all.

“Do you want to get the strap-on?” said Kyleth.

Botis rushed to dig into the crate under the bed and prepare himself.  Then, he sat on the bed.

“Are you ready?” said Kyleth.

“Green light,” said Botis.

Kyleth hopped onto the bed and flared her wings out, grabbing Botis and trying to shove him into a supine position. The demon giggled and wrestled with her to stay upright.

“You thought you could hide from the retribution of Heaven, demon?” said Kyleth.  “Your armies are vanquished and the battle lost.  You have no one to save you.  Botis, you’re supposed to let me win, remember?”

“Sorry.”

Botis tumbled backwards with Kyleth on top of him.  His head slammed into the headboard.

“Yellow.”

“Sorry,” said Kyleth, making her grip more gentle, and letting him wiggle back away from the headboard.

“Green light.”

“Divine justice has found you at last, vile creature.  Stop snickering.  Prisoners of war don’t snicker.”

“Make me stop.”

“Maybe I will.”

“In the clutches of my dreaded enemy, the powerful Heavenly warrior who has so thwarted me the last six millenia!” said Botis, throwing a hand over his face dramatically.  “I’m finally beaten.  I’m totally at her mercy.”

“I could do whatever I want to you right now.”

“I am completely helpless.”

“I warn you, I’m not merciful.”

“Do your worst!”

“Spread your legs, prisoner.”

Botis began to writhe under her hand as she rubbed him.  She leaned over him, kissing his chest.  “This is the end of the line for you.  Finally, Heaven will punish you, fiend.”

Botis become unresponsive under her.

“Botis?”

“I…”

“Use the stoplight.”

“Red light. Red. Red red red.”

She got off him. He had a distressed look on his face as he levered himself upright.

“What’s wrong?  Did I do something?”

“It…um…just got a little too real,” said Botis, drawing his legs against his chest.

Kyleth crawled over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.  “I’m sorry.  What was it? Do you want to talk about it?”

Botis’s lip quavered before he exploded, “I never told you, but I killed someone! I killed an angel, Kyleth!  Not just discorporated!  Dead!  Permanently!”

Kyleth let him finish his outburst, then squeezed his shoulder.  “Botis, when you told me you had been a warrior, I kind of figured it had involved that.  You don’t have to act like it’s a big secret.”

“What?”

“That’s why you became a field agent, isn’t it?  Because you hated killing?  I already knew.”

He wiped his eye. “Oh.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” she prompted.

He sniffled.  “Those were the angel’s last words.  ‘Heaven will punish you, fiend.’  When you said them, I couldn’t stop seeing her face.”

“Oh.  I’m sorry.  I wouldn’t have said that if I had known.”

“How can you be so casual about this?” said Botis.  “She’s dead.  Dead forever, because of me.”

“Botis,” said Kyleth sternly.  “You can’t do this.”

“This?”

“Keep beating yourself up about it.  It was six thousand years ago.”

“And she’s been dead for all six thousand of them!”

“Botis, you didn’t know any better.  It’s not like you had much choice about it.  You value life.  I know you wouldn’t kill anyone now unless you had a very good reason for it.”

“I keep wishing someone would come seek vengeance against me for her.  But there’s no one.  This was back when all-out fights still happened regularly.  We wiped out her entire unit.  Dead, all of them, left to rot.  My fault.”

“Botis, do you remember that time in Gomorrah when you pulled me out of that burning building?  Does that sound like something a killer would do?”

“Kyleth. It could have been you!  If you had just showed up a little earlier, it could have been you!  I could have killed you without even knowing what I was doing!”

“Listen,” said Kyleth. “We’ve all done things we’re not proud of.  But it can’t be helped.  It’s already happened, and you’ve dealt with it as best as you can.  There’s no point in letting it eat at you.”

Botis looked down, seemingly not convinced.

“Is there anything I can do? We could do together?”

Botis did not respond.

“Botis?”

“…Would you like to meet her?”

It took two plane rides and a three-hour hike to reach their destination, but Botis had the route memorised. He led them up a grassy hill into an overgrown field.  There was one patch in that field that was cleared of vegetation, a small open patch with a worn stone sitting in the middle of it.

Botis entered the patch and sat cross-legged in front of the stone. It looked like there had been writing carved into it at one point, but it was indistinguishable under the wear.

Kyleth sat next to him, looking at the stone.

“I buried her here,” said Botis.

Kyleth put a hand on his knee.

“Do you remember that angel I told you about?” said Botis to the stone.  “The one that was so strong and beautiful?  This is her.”

“Hello,” said Kyleth.

The grave, predictably, did not respond.

“I wish I knew who she was,” said Botis.  “I didn’t know anything about her.  What was she like?  Who were her friends?  I don’t even know her name to write it on the headstone.”

Kyleth looked around at the field, where purple flowers had been planted in a ring around the clearing. “I think she would appreciate this.”

“Really?”

“I think she’d forgive you, Botis.”

Botis got up and walked over to the stone, laying a hand on it gently.  “There’s no way to know.  But I hope you’re right.”

They each left a flower on the grave before they left.

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