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rusmii · 7 months

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-DEEP-

excerpt from the hcs

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – NOTE♡: here's a fic for the hcs from the post 'deep' except I go into more detail. forgot to include the tit milking but it's alr

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – paring: incubus!chuuya x fem!reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ – tw//: NSFW, dom chuuya, service top chuuya, cunnilingous/oral (f. receiving), praising/degrading, big d chu!!, drunk sex (reader is drunk but consents), overstim, mean chuuya but he takes care of reader, spanking/slapping(on the ass), mentions of punishments/rewards, hair pulling, condom breaking, morning pills, marathon sex, pet names, cervix touching(rubbing?), womb fucking, breeding kink, mentions of ownership(of tha pussay)

"Hold still."

chuuya warns as he holds down your thighs, " 'm not gonna say it again..-" the words slur on his tongue as his lips ghost against your exposed self. you moaned as he dips his tongue between your folds, "chuu- hgnnnghh!!~", white clouds your vision as your hips tremble, your back arching off the bed. you hear the man below you make a noise of annoyance before feeling his tongue inside you once more. "chuuya!~♡" you pant out, "not yet darlin'," he mutters and squeezes your thigh a bit. tears prickled the corners of your eyes, your chest heaving heavily as you roll your eyes back from the overstimulation. it was too much; too much but you loved it. your eyes squint shut, squealing while cumming for who knows how many times. your thighs threatening to snap shut and encage chuuya's head; scratch that, you did just that.

chuuya let out a little hmph as your thighs clamped together, not that he was mad, he was enjoying himself throughly. just as he was about to scold you, call you a bad girl for disobeying his order; you suddenly let out a loud and strained moan. your juices unexpectedly spewing right onto face. your whole body went stiff, arching off the bed, thighs;hips;your whole body rocked and swayed. "atta girl." he gently pats your thigh, rubbing soothing circles against it. "I got you; I got you, I knew you could it; that's my good girl, so good, f'me." his soft whispers of praise left your mind feeling numb, you whined as you settled down from your orgasm. the post orgasm hit hard, you didn't realize how long you were holding your breath for; chuuya did take your breath away after all. you pant trying to regain oxygen again, feeling him shift a little, you let out a surprised gasped- feeling something foreign inside you.

"chu-chuuya-!"

"shh; shh, let me take care of you." he interrupts you, his fingers now working their magic. "gh-ah..~" you moaned out, now feeling yourself being stretched out. "ho-how many?" you manged through your hiccups, and chuuya looks up with a devilish grin, "give me five more." your eyes widened like saucers, no way he was making you cum this much after going into town on you like a madman. "no!" you say, trying to get out of his grasp; from the overstimulation. "yes; yes you can love, you can do it," you hear him quip from beneath you. just as you were about to protest even more, chuuya thumbs your clit in gentle circles all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you; courtesy of a fourth finger already added unbeknownst to you. you shook, crying from the overwhelming amount of pleasure and pain coursing your body. "!!!♡~" without even a peep coming out, your mouth gaped open; which looked pretty lewd to chuuya, eyes in a hex; you couldn't even process what he said next properly. "so good for me- damn." he hissed out the last part, feeling his already tight slacks straining even more. he sighs, palming himself through his jeans, his voice just loud enough for it to be audible, "you're so good for me, aren't ya' pretty?" you could only whine as a response, and he lets out a small laugh, "c'mon dolly, few more- kay?"

"no moreee!!" you cried out, your entire body thrashed, clear juices squirting onto the man's face. riding out your orgasm, you felt yourself being readjusting by him; now feeling himself in between your thighs;ass pressed against his crotch, he furrows his brows in frustration. his boner now more evident than ever. "you're doing so well love, you handled all five; a fisting." he, now hovered above your trembling figure, leaned down to kiss away your pretty tears; how priceless those tears are. in his eyes, nothing could put a price on those. "for being so good for me, does my good girl want a reward?" he gently thumbs your bottom lip, rubbing a bit of the inside, "uhhuhh.." you mumbled out, but he tsked;his annoyance more prominent on his face. he just wanted to plunge himself deep inside of you until you both break the bed, until sunrise, until you'd need an actual wheelchair because he fucked you so good you became handicapped for the next few weeks. "nuhuh- words doll." his thumb now invading the front of your mouth. you mumbled something out but he couldn't quite make it out, "words," no answer, "words." silence again, "I said words." and finally, you spoke, " 'm don' know!!" he let out a sound of annoyance. "bad girl." a slap; the left side of your ass now tingling as a warning. "I'll give you one more chance..," he leans down next to your ear, "use your words or you'll be punished instead." you cried at the pressure, feeling overwhelmed, " 'm soorrryyy!!!" you plead; anything; anything but a punishment! you wanted him to fuck you into your sheets so hard but he was denying you. you could hear him click his tongue three times, "bad girl." he says before you felt a slap strike the other side of your ass. you cry out and start to thrash around, " m' sorry!; m'sorry!!!I im sorryyyy!!!!" slap;slap;slap, "not what I asked for deary."

you hiccup, "pleassseeee!!!- gah!!!" slap, "wait!-" slap, "no! please!!!-" slap, "fuck me!!!" you scream one last time. snot running down your nose, tears wetting your entire face as you thrashed around; being pinned by the muscular man. "oh?- did this bad girl finally learn her lesson? does this bad girl deserve her reward? did she earn her reward?" his teasing questions only made you cry harder. you started thrashing around again before you felt a hand squeeze your thigh; a warning. finally relenting, you breathe in and out heavily; your eyes glistened with tears, "y-yes," hiccup, "I'm sorry. m'sorry, please fuck me- please chuuya!" you start begging, hands starting to reach for his body; he holds your hand, "atta girl," he smiles, "I knew it; I knew you could do it, see- my precious, my lovely, my pretty; could do it." he plants kisses on different areas of your face with each compliment. you whined from the sudden affection, not complaining, surprised. he notices your quietness and gives you one last big smooch on the lips. he rubs against your cunt, his jeans now getting soaked by the second, "mm, pretty baby making me all wet?" not expecting a response he moves up, giving you a moments clarity of rest; kicking off his slacks and damn near tearing his shirt off. "fuck." he mutters, "finally-" he sighs in relief, his dick springs up; red tip; about to explode. before returning to you he grabs a condom from his wallet and rips it open; puts it on his dick in a hurry. he feels his body breathing in all the cool air around you both and he places himself back in between your legs. then you feel it, his cock dragging across your folds, tip barely pushing in. pre cum leaking over. "y'know," he starts grinding slowly, "i could just get myself off here and leave you be, unsatisfied." he whispers the last part to you. you shook your head, "please- no. need you; need you, please! chuuya! pleaseplease! chuuya! pleasepleaseplease!!!"

"shhh..." he shushes you, "let me take care of you; you've been so good, so good for me." he kisses you one last time before finally pushing in. he was finally able to enjoy the main course after feasting on the appetizer, his sexual hunger only being half satisfied is now being fulfilled. "uhgnn.." he groans, his tip slowly pushing inside as his lubrication seaps inside you, oozing deeper inside your tight hole. his natural lubricant aka precum was now being smeared all over your walls by the tip of his dick. now already pushed pass the ring of muscle chuuya could feel the spasm of your pussy wrapped tight around him. a quiet moan escaped from him as he now reached your cervix. "wait thats-!" you gasped at the intense feeling. normally it was supposed to hurt. that's what everybody who ever had sex says; that it was not recommended to penetrate so deep that you hit the end. "don't worry," chuuya reassures you as he starts rubbing the tip of his dick against your cervix; your walls clenching tightly around him as you felt him grind into you. You moaned out loud, the feeling of your pussy being tore open by a big fat cock that's also somehow making the brush of your cervix really pleasurable. "Ah- hn.. ee!~ AH!~♡" little noises escaped from your mouth as your pussy was being molded for the man shoved inside you. you yelp as you felt him start pushing against your cervix, "what- what are you doing?!", he gave you a quick kiss on the lips to quiet you down, "don't worry about it, I got a magic dick." he winks at you before forcing himself inside your womb slowly, groaning as the intense clamping was weighing him down. you squealed as you came, your juices flying straight up and into chuuya's abdomen, eyes crossed eyed into a hex, whole body shaking; giving you time to breath, chuuya's dick finally reached its hilt and he moans out as he bottoms out. he panted heavily, giving your clit a quick slap before positioning himself; he thrusts inside so quick and deep that you've forgotten what you were even moping around in the bar for. "AAHNNN!!~♡" moan after moan, thrust after thrust, he was restless. after holding himself back for hours on end, he could no longer push down his sexual desires and hunger. "shit- fuucck~♡" he moans out, "pussy s'good," he moans again; skin slapping against you; balls to pussy, "feels sooo goooooddd...~♡" he slurs his words together and moans when you clench down, you on the other hand? you were such a moaning mess that even the loud bed creak couldn't outdo you. "CHUUYAAAA!!~♡" another orgasm was pulled out of you, " s'kay- another. for me." he kisses your temple, "fuckfuckfuckfuck-" he says in a mantra but at the same time, you were repeating his name, "chuuyachuuyachuuya-". sighing into the crook of your neck, chuuya's thrusts start to become more erratic. "chu-chuuya!" you scream, "slow, down-GHHH!!~♡" your vision went white again as chuuya kept thrusting inside you, despite your intense orgasm. it took a while, maybe about twenty minutes before he finally slows to a stop, his dick stilling inside your womb, cum oozing inside the condom. "shiiiiiittttt~♡" he moans, "it's only an hour after midnight," he pulls you in for a passionate kiss, "let's keep it up, yeah dollface?"

"t-the condom!!~♡" you moan through your sentence as you feel him fill you up again, you haven't realized that chuuya never changed the condom after every round and that it's been building up since the first round. you don't know what round it is now but you know for damn sure that it had to have been many if the condom was ripped due to the pressure of weight; or it could just be the fact he cums a lot, either way you're gonna worry because you're not on the pill or anything that'll protect you from getting pregnant. "I'll buy you morning pills," chuuya plants a kiss on your neck, "promise?" you ask, "promise." he strokes your thigh. you pull him in for a kiss and you two have a steamy makeout session. You soon feel yourself being stretched wide open by his dick and you fall back as he catches you. "who's my good girl?" he whispers into your ear from behind as you push your hips back, "m-meEe!!~♡," still leaning over your back he thrusts in hard, "and whose pussy does this belong to?" you squealed as he started rubbing your clit, "y-yours..!~♡" you could hear him tsk, "couldn't hear ya' over your loud moaning. so I'll ask again," now thrusting in at an inhuman pace, he pulls your hair back until you're both on your knees, him still thrusting inside you, "whose pussy does this belong to?" he says on time with every thrust to your cunt, "whose the owner of this sloppy, loose cunt that's wrapped so beautifully around me?" you came; and was now being tugged on by your hair, "YOURS!~♡ OH- GO- CU-CUMM-~♡♡♡GHNNNN!!! YOURS...!!!!~~~♡♡♡" you yell as you cum, hard. "atta girl." he says, "that's right, this pussy is mine." he bites your neck as he came, hard and deep inside your womb; groaning as he does so. "PLEASSEEE!!!~~♡♡♡♡" you beg, you don't know how many rounds it's been;how many hours; or hell what time it is, all you know was that it was early into the morning as you glance at the rising sun. as of now, chuuya was thrusting into you like a rabbit in heat and you were taking it like the whore he molded you to be. "FUCK!!~♡' he suddenly yells; all night he's been mostly quiet but guess now he's nearing his end, "take it all!!-" his breath hitched, his thrusts start to become sloppier as your cunt gushes from the loads of cum and your slick. "HGNNGG- OOHGGG!!~♡♡♡" you moaned out, eyes rolling back, mouth gaped open, back arching impossibly high, both of your hips;legs;thighs;and body tremble from your final orgasm. it was deep and rough, but also soft and gentle. as you both calmed down from your high, staring at each other, chuuya leans down and pushes his lips onto yours slowly, despite you both being out of breath you're still sucking each other; too attached to let go now. eventually chuuya pulls out and carries you to the bathroom to wash up; placing you down on the cleaned and replaced sheets, chuuya tells you to wait there as he whips up something for the both of you, he comes back into the room to find you sleeping and gently wakes you up to eat. he notices your sleepiness is disturbing your function to chew and swallow so he has the courtesy do to it himself. picking you up and placing you on his lap, faced foward, chuuya picks up the utensil and urges you to be his good girl and eat. took a few tries and a couple of minutes on each bite, he eventually got you to finish most of your food and tilted your head back as he pours in water into your mouth. he waits to pour water until he's sure that you've swallowed all the water; he doesn't want you to choke and die after all. chuuya, after successfully completing his aftercare, tucks you back into bed and leaves a kiss on your forehead; you wake up in the morning to find morning pills, a glass of water, and a note with a number written on it; txt me l8r, ###-###-####<3.

hearing a buzz coming from his phone, chuuya pauses his workout to check and upon reading the first notification he smiles; saving your contact as '<3' as he rereads your message once more; heyyy this is y/n, is this chuuya?

made by ©churuai pls don't steal

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no-saints-around-here · 2 years

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Panty Sniffing HCs

Yandere TR Boys

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tw: nsfw, panty sniffing, mild exhibitionism, spanking, edging, fingering, dead dove do not eat

Mikey and Kazutora would outright demand you handover your used underwear as soon as you make to take them off, be it whether you were just changing out after school or going for a shower. Doesn't matter what they were doing or which part of the house they had been lounging in, you can be sure this boy appears right on time in order to ask you to hand them over, clutching on to you and kicking up a fuss if you refuse. Will throw a tantrum (or just start straight up crying and accusing you of not loving him in Kazutora's case) even if there are other guests around, so you better give in before someone else comes looking for the source of the noise. Immediately gets to work burying their noses into your soiled panties, really getting as good a sniff as he can, but you still don't get to leave to do whatever - if they are already smelling your dirty panties, then the inevitable fucking would follow soon. Mikey and Kazutora will bend you over and proceed to fuck you with their noses still on the crotch of your panties, but instead of finishing inside you like they usually do, will pull out to jizz all over your underwear. Very proud of their work too, will insist on showing it to you and making sure you acknowledge how much they came when they were done before finally letting you leave. But of course these boys do not wash your used underwear before returning them - now that they've came all over it, its too icky for them to handle, and these boys would just drop it in your laundry basket for you to settle.

Izana wouldn't bother with asking or demanding, just wordlessly flips up your skirt and pulls down your underwear whenever his little heart (or rather his cock, the real brains) desires. Luckily for you, this boy at least has the courtesy not to do it anywhere too public - still jealous enough that he doesn't want to share with others what only he is allowed to see and touch. Checks to see if your underwear is already dirty enough for his liking; and if it isn't, will pull it back up, wrap one arm around your waist, and start rubbing your clit through your panties and teasing you by dipping his fingers into your little cunt to get you wet and dripping, whispering dirty talk into your ear while you cross your fingers that no one was going to walk in on the two of you. Soiling your underwear around Izana isn't a choice - if he wants it dirty, he'll do it himself. When he is finally satisfied with how drenched the cotton pressed against your crotch was (you lost count of how many times you came), this boy will once more pull your panties off you and this time keeps them for himself, leaving you to go without any underwear for the rest of the day. Would press the soft cotton stained with your sweet nectar to his nose later on at night, but wouldn't bother doing it privately - if you're awake and watching, then you're awake and watching him jerk off and cumming into your panties, before he tosses your now-used underwear aside for you to pick up and wash later, and pulls you into his lap for a quick bounce on his cock to finish up before bed. This time he finishes inside you.

Kakucho and Rindo on the other hand still have at least a morel of shame (or pride, in Rindo's case) left. These boys would never even dream of helping themselves to your used panties in front of you, let alone dare ask you directly for them (the horror, the shame!) no matter how badly they want it right now or how hard they are in their pants. Instead resorts to stealing your soiled underwear from your laundry basket after you have gone to bed for the night, having had to hungrily watch from a distance as you strip them off your glistening cunt before your shower, all the while pretending that they weren't interested and definitely weren't staring. Desperation who? Not these boys. Picks a private place to jerk off in even if you are already fast asleep, one hand eagerly yanking away inside of their boxers while the other holds the crotch of your underwear to their noses, your sweet smell locked away in the crotch of your panties helping to spur their imagination on what you taste and smell like between your legs. Kakucho and Rindo eventually cums into their own underwear, muffling themselves as best they can so that they don't wake you, but make sure to never dirty yours any further, since its easier for them to did wash their own clothes for them and toss your panties back into the laundry basket afterwards rather than risk being caught - it would be rather hard to lie if you asked them why your previous day's underwear was wet.

Taiju would make no secret of him going through the house's worth of dirty laundry to find a pair of your dirty panties since its not his first time anyway, but then proceed to push the blame on you when you catch him in the act after coming home early. Grabs you by your waist with one arm and easily carries you up to his room with a mind to punish you for tempting him into doing something as sinful and unholy as having to sniff your panties. Pulls you over his lap, flips up your skirt and starts spanking you, pinning you down to make sure you can't wriggle out while he rains his hand down on your butt, all the while preaching at you about sins and sinning. But most importantly, Taiju doesn't pull down your panties to spank you bare bottomed - occasionally stops to "give you a break", which means dipping two thick fingers down to your crotch and firmly pressing your panties against your pretty little pussy and clit to check and see if it was already drenched. When your bum is finally red enough and you are tearfully apologising for whatever it was you did, Taiju finally lets up on the spanking to instead switch to getting you as soaking as possible without giving you the relief of cumming, interchanging between massaging and pinching your clit and pumping his fingers into you. Makes you watch him slide off your panties and give it a good whiff, before wrapping the small piece of cotton around his dick and jerking off to completion right there and then, throwing the soiled underwear back at you when he was done cumming all over it and leaving.

Koko wouldn't hesitate to steal your used panties to sell to the highest bidder online, but insists that he only does it as a punishment when you behave in a way he doesn't like. Owns a range of various kinds of toys that he has collected and that he absolutely loves to use on you, which is why he cranks it up to 11 when you don't listen to him and try to venture out yourself. Strips you down to just your panties and socks and edges you repeatedly, with you tied firmly to the bed so that you can't escape from your punishment, carefully watching your face contort with pleasure and then falling with disappointment when he doesn't let you cum, all the while your pussy is drenched and drooling into your underwear non-stop. Will make sure you soil at least one of his favourite kind of panties (the cute white ones) for him to keep and sniff, before changing you out to those mildly fancy lacy ones that are much more sellable and having you soak those through. Makes you watch as he auctions off your dirty underwear to the crowds of wretched souls online, and all the while as the number goes up, Koko would be pressing his own favourite to his nose just out of your sight, taking in deep whiffs of your fresh scent and slowly rubbing himself. You don't get to cum, but doesn't mean he can't either, and he makes sure that you can hear him grunt and groan through the cloth of your soiled underwear until he finally cums all over you. Lets you cum later on only when the auction closes.

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valaryswrites · 7 months

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PART 1 & 2 TOGETHER

🪐 where aziraphale locks you and crowley in the bookshop forcing you to make peace within eachother, but instead you both come up with a better idea to pass time.

warnings: lots of dirty talking, smut and english is not my first language (sorry it took so long, my computer broke and the part 2 got lost)

After ordering “make peace within each other!” with a mischievous smile on his face, Aziraphale left the bookshop, but not before locking in his two dearest friends; Crowley and you.

Unfortunately, the demon wasn’t your favorite. Not even a little. You perceived him as a vile, naughty and cruel being, even though Az tried to convince you otherwise thousands of times. About Crowley… well, his feeling were a little bit messy.

So Aziraphale got tired.

The angel couldn’t stand seeing the people he loved the most hating each other like that. It was time for him to do something about it, so he did.

“I can’t fucking believe he locked us in!” you said loudly, kicking a wooden chair but then sitting on it.

Crowley watched you with unblinking eyes for a moment, and then his expression changed to a sly smile. “Look at us.” he said, in a lazy but seductive tone. “A human and a demon being forced to play nice together.”

“You know what, Mr. Crowley?” you asked, playing cool. “We should play a game: we stay silent for the night and wait until tomorrow.” you proposed, with a big and false smile.

Crowley raised an eyebrow at you comment and leaning in closer, he asked:

“Are you afraid you won’t be able to control yourself if you open your mouth?”

He had the same tone again.

“Oh, come on, Crowley!” you insisted, standing up and walking towards a bookshelf, trying to find something to read that could keep you away from the demon.

“Ah, so I hit a nerve.” he says and after a few seconds he broke a silence that was starting to grow. “May I ask what are you going to read?” Crowley inquired, watching as you continued looking for something interesting.

“Look, you don’t have to force it.” you said with honesty, not even looking at him, focused reading the titles of the books in front of you. “We could just co-exist for a few hours and I guess we will be alr… Aziraphale has the fucking Kamasutra in his bookshop!?” you almost screamed, too shocked.

Crowley’s eyes seems to light up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “A classic!” he says. “I mean, it’s not surprising that Aziraphale keeps a copy of the Kamasutra here. It’s one of the oldest tomes of knowledge in existence, full of wisdom and insight into the nature of human desire. It makes complete sense for a book this sacred to be housed in a bookshop run by someone like him.” for the first time, he was saying something clever, you thought.

“I guess you’re right.” you said, leaving the book right were you found it. “It just feels… weird to picture.”

“I’ve heard the techniques described within those pages are simply divine.” Crowley said and you could feel his gaze on your body. “Maybe,” he said with a mischievous tone in his voice, “we could put them to the test?”

“Demons can have sex with humans?” you asked, ignoring his proposal. You sat in one little couch and, of course, Crowley sat in front of you.

“It’s not unusual for demons to have some intimacy with humans.” he simply answers, adjusting his position. “To seek out whatever pleasures this world has to offer.”

“Oh…” you managed to say, a little bit disturbed (but curious). “That’s why you have such a face of a virgin.” you tried to insult him, but Crowley just let out a chuckle.

“You have no idea.” he said in a playful tone and then leaned closer, with his eyes fixed on yours. “But you could find out.” he says in a whisper, his lips curving into a grin. “Just imagine all the things I could show you…”

“Are you flirting with me, Crowley?” you asked him, grabbing and old bottle of whiskey from Az’s desk and taking a quick sip. Maybe it would help. “Flirting with the girl you despise the most?”

Crowley raised an eyebrow as you take a sip of whiskey, smiling slightly. “Perhaps I’m flirting with you to see what kind of reaction I can get out of you.” his tone was still alluring. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy this little exchange we’re having.” he added.

“Oh…” you took another sip, this time gaining more courage to speak. “So you are teasing me for fun? Or because you actually want to make real all of these fantasies of yours?”

The demon shrugged, seeming to be enjoying your reaction. “Maybe a little bit of both?” he said, grinning. He leaned in closer again, whispering in a soft tone. “Just imagine how much fun we could have together… just the two of us. No rules, no constraints… just pure pleasure.”

“But why?” you asked.

“I mean, if you want constraints I guess I can use a rope on you…” he started to say, completely into it.

“Not the constraints, stupid. Why would you like us to fuck?” you asked more clearly this time, feeling the warmth of the whiskey travelling down your throat.

“Because we are bored, and we have a long night ahead.” he simply answered. “And also because I know you would enjoy it.” He chuckled.

“So you would do it just for me to enjoy it?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh no, I would totally enjoy it too.” he affirmed, showing a smile with teeth.

“Well…” you started to consider it, but the idea seemed too risky. You stood up and started to walk around the place, with Crowley’s piercing eyes following you. “As much as I would like to kick your face and send you back to hell… I can’t deny I find the idea pretty… desirable.” you finally said, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you just knew the kind of smile Crowley had in his face.

“Tell me your rules.” Crowley proposed, after whispering your name with a mischievous tone. “And I’ll be sure I break them all.”

You turned around to face him.

“I have rules, yes.” you confirmed. “But they are for you to follow, understood?”

“Mhm…” the demon vaguely answered, standing up, walking and then leaning against a wall in a casual manner, folding his arms. “I’m listening.”

“No marks.” you insisted. “You can’t leave marks on me because that implies Az could find out. And he locked us here for us to become friends, not fuck.”

“I’m pretty sure the angel would be delighted with the idea of us fucking, but… no marks.”

“Secondly, after we are done, we are done.” you ordered. “We go back to where we were.”

“Very well…” he said in a seductive tone, walking slowly towards you. “And what if I don’t want us to go back to how we were after we’re done?” he softly asked, leaning closer to you. Your bodies were almost touching. “What if I want more?” there was a predator tone in his voice. And you liked it.

“Tell me your rules.” you now said, ignoring all of what he mentioned before.

“Oh, where would the fun be in that?” he said. “How about a little game?” he suggested. “We’ll play a nice game of truths and dares.” he started to walk around the room, but now you were the one following him with your eyes.

You sighed, feeling a little bit nervous but undeniably curious.

“Go ahead.” you accepted. “Truth.”

“Perfect.” he smiled. “Let’s start with an easy one…” his playful voice slowly shifting into something a little more intense and serious. “Since you know us, how many times have you thought about me, even just for a moment?”

You rolled your eyes, but willing to answer with the truth.

“Some times. When I’m visiting Aziraphale and you make your appearance… always so dramatic… I want to strangle you.” you chuckled. “And other times… I also want to strangle you, but in a… playful way.”

Crowley let out a slight purr and seemed to appreciate the honesty.

“Good job, it’s admirable to be true to your feelings.” he says, with hints of irony in his voice.

“Truth or dare?” it was now your turn, and you had plenty of ideas running around your mind.

“I’m a demon, I love a good old dare.” Crowley answered with a smug smile. “I have no fear of anything you could come up with.”

“Kneel.” you ordered. “In front of me.”

The demon seemed to like being ordered around. “As you wish.” he said.

He slowly got down on his knees in front of you, taking off his glasses at the same time. Now his eyes were looking up at you, and you enjoyed the view so much.

“Is this your idea of fun?” he asked, flirty. “Or is it a way to assert your dominance over me?” he whispered, his voice still alluring.

“Maybe.” you answered. “Would you like me to dominate you, Crowley?”

He seemed to consider your words, his face turning into a slight smile.

“Perhaps I would like that.” he teased, quickly getting up from his knees, still staring at you with snake eyeshadow “But I’m not sure I believe you can really dominate me. Or should I say… I’m fairly certain you can’t.” he then leaned against the wall with a cocky smirk on his face. “But oh, love, I would like you to prove me wrong"

You sighed again, taking a step back from him. The idea was madness, but you couldn’t help but being totally into it.

“Okay, then.” you finally said, firmly. “Who’s going to make the first move?” It was clearly not going to be you; it was his idea first.

Crowley moved closer to you again.

“Let’s see…” he began. “Perhaps I would prefer to let you make the first move?” he confessed, leaning against the nearest wall and folding his arms in a casual manner. “But don’t worry; I’m sure I’ll be able to tempt you into breaking your own rules.” he added with a smirk. “And it’s indeed one of the pleasures of the flesh, to hear the sighs and screams of a woman being dominated.”

You raised an eyebrow and asked him;

“Oh, so now you want to dominate me?”

“I don’t know…” he said, with a small grin on his face. “What would you do if I wanted to? How would you react if I told you to bend over and please me?” There was a predatory look on his face. “In the end, it doesn’t really matter who makes the first move. Because we both now the end result will be me on top, and you screaming my name.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We’ll see.” you said, starting to walk slowly and seductively around the bookshop, knowing very well that Crowley would totally follow you.

The demon’s expression shifted into something more playful, and he followed you around the place with his hungry eyes watching every movement of yours. He waited patiently for something to happen, but actually he is not patient at all.

“So, what brings you to the bookshop today?” he asked, with a joker tone. “Looking for something in particular?”

And you laughed a little; you wanted to go on with that inside joke.

“Yes, sir.” you nodded. “I’m looking for some recommendation.”

“Do you have an specific preference?” he asked seductively, doing his best to sound like an actual librarian.

“I have some preferences, yes.” you affirmed, with a little smirk on your mouth, turning around to face him. “I like greedy demons.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow at your response while a smile was starting to make its presence in his face.

“Greedy demons, eh? Well, I happen to know a few who might fill that bill. They would be more than willing to satisfy your needs.” he answered.

“I don’t need a few, I just need one.” you said almost in a whisper.

He leaned forward, his voice lowering into a whisper too.

“One is all it takes, isn’t it? I can give you exactly what you need.” there was a teasing tone there. “What about appearance? Personality? Abilities, maybe?”

“Mhm…” you started. “I like them sarcastic and even hateful.” you leaned closer and your bodies where so close to each other that they were almost touching. “And I like them when they take the lead.”

Crowley closed the distance between you two in a second; he kissed you with hunger and desperation. The little teasing game was fun, yes. But this was better. His arms were wrapped around your waist and he let out a groan that made you shiver.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he whispered right in your mouth. “This is what you wanted the whole time.”

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to kiss your stupid mouth to make you shut up all this time.” you confessed, with your hands together in the back of his neck. “But you were busy hating me.”

Crowley chuckled lightly, with his snake eyes glowing with desire.

“You wanted to shut me up?” he asked, moving his hands to your hips and bringing you even closer to him. “You succeeded, so I wonder what else you might be capable of with this mouth of yours…”

Your eyes were also full of lust and desire, and you grabbed him by the arm and walked with him behind you.

“Your choice: the couch or the desk.”

“Oh, a woman who know what she wants.” he winked at you. “The couch or the desk? Why not both?” he asked, but he allowed you to lead him over to the desk, with his body moving even closer to yours. There is a chair by the desk, and Crowley sat there while you, instead of sitting in his lap, jumped a little to end up on top of the desk, as if you were on a stage and he was the only spectator. You smiled down at him and started to remove your shirt.

Crowley’s eyes seemed to become almost transfixed as you did, his expression was turning into something more primal and erotic. His breath quickened slightly while his eyes were studying every bit of you.

“My, my…” he whispered. “So you are performing for me?” the demon asked, and he reached out a hand to touch you and then pulled it back quickly, as if wanting to resist the temptation.

“You’ll really try to resist it, Crowley?” the way you said his name that time sent shivers down his spine. You took off your shoes, letting him now that you still had some clothing on.

Crowley let out a small moan at your words and movements, and his body was failing; becoming even more tense with his eyes never leaving you. He shook his head.

“I believe I am capable to resist it, yes.” he answered. “But are you really going to go through with this?”

You took that as a challenge.

“Try not to touch, then.” you ordered, moving your hands towards the zip of your trousers.

“And what happens if I fail?” he asked, his voice still alluring. “What kind of punishment do you have in mind?”

He seemed unable to keep his eyes off of you, your body was overpowering his better judgement.

“You seem tense, are you okay?” you played innocent, but that grin in your face was not a secret. Your trousers were almost in the floor, and your sight in your underwear was tempting a demon. A taste of his own medicine, maybe?

You could almost see the tension emanating from him, his eyes now locked in your legs.

“Am I okay?” he repeated. “Let’s just say I’m not sure what to do with myself right now.”

“Well…” you started, crossing your legs. “I told you not to touch me, but I never said anything about you doing it to yourself…”

Your words seemed to have a profound effect on him, and he shifted slightly in his seat again. As much as he tried to resist it, his body was betraying him.

“So, you’re saying I’m able to touch myself, but not you?” he wanted to make sure his ears weren’t failing.

You nodded, and his tongue darted out of his mouth, almost as if wanting to taste you. One of his hands travelled down his lower body, giving himself a little stroke over his trousers. You smiled, biting your lip. The sight was perfect; a demon, the demon, was pleasing himself while looking at you, as if you were a treasure.

“You are truly a master of manipulation…” he managed to say, while his hand was still giving himself some relief. He was starting to relax.

“I can’t help but feel like a one an only…” you teased, spreading your legs a little, still over the desk. “Seeing a hateful demon touching himself because of me…”

The way you talked about him as if he was a puppet seemed to turn him on even more, since his hand was now under his pants.

“Oh, fuck…” Crowley said to himself, closing his eyes hardly. “I want you to touch me instead…”

“You do?” you asked innocently, getting off the desk.

“Perhaps just the touch of the tips of your fingers, teasing me like you do…” he whispered, his hand moving slowly this time.

“You’ll have to ask nicely, then.” you ordered, proud.

“Please.” the demon asked, his eyes still closed and his hand moving up and down faster. “Can you touch me instead?”

“I’m pretty sure you can do better than that, Crowley.” you kept teasing him, playing with the sides of your underwear. “Weren’t you an angel long ago? Beg like an angel.”

He loved that little game of yours. For some reason, the way you were treating him had an effect on him. A good one. A desperate one.

“Come on!” he almost screamed when you hit that soft spot. “Please…” the way he pronounced this word made you walk towards him.

You looked down at him, using a hand you reach his chin and force him to look up at you. As he did, you used the tips of your fingers to trace his lips and he started to lose it. You wanted to go on with the teasing, so you turned around to leave him right there, hungry an unable to stop stroking himself.

You weren’t actually expecting it, but you were surprise when you felt his arms and hands grabbing you hardly, making you end up on the top of the desk again, but this time with him between your legs. He leaned in and whispered in your ear;

“Did you really think you could use me as your toy, sweetheart?” his eyes were glowing with lust and anger.

You felt a rush of nervousness noticing how he ended up in charge now.

“You looked like a wonderful, pathetic toy in that chair…” you told him, trying to kiss him. He refused.

“Pathetic, huh?” he repeated, while one of his hands were heading towards your inner thighs, where he started to trace circles near your entrance. “Now that you are the toy, I’m going to use you however I please.” without any warning, he slid a single finger inside you.

You closed your eyes, letting your body feel all those mixed emotions. His thumb was caressing your clit slowly and softly, while his mouth was playing with your neck. Your hands travelled to his back, where your nails where almost scratching it.

“Someone is eager, aren’t they?” he smiles at you, with his eyes glittering with amusement and desire. “Do you want me to use you, toy?”

Crowley was paying you with the same coin, sliding a second finger in. You groaned in pleasure and surprise.

“You really are in a vulnerable position now…” he pronounced your name after, making you shiver. “I could do anything I want to you… I could touch you, I could taste you…”

The moment the word “taste” was mentioned, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. And of course, he noticed.

“Do you want me to taste you, then?” he whispered, his voice shifting deep with eroticism. “Shall I taste your sweet, sweet flesh?”

You nodded.

“You want me to eat you out right here, on this desk?” Crowley asked again, and you were losing it with that much teasing. “What’s going to happen when you come to visit the bookshop and see this desk? Would you like to have those flashbacks?” he was talking right next to your ear, while his fingers were pleasing you with eager. “Will you picture me, fully clothed and eating you out as if you were a prey?”

You nodded again, since the words weren’t coming out of your mouth. Now you were the betrayed one; your whole body was playing against you. You could feel the climax building up in your lower abdomen when the pace of Crowley’s fingers increased.

But sadly for you; he stopped.

“You like being played, don’t you?” he spat, forcing you to lie down on the desk, leaning on you and kissing your body, going lower with every kiss, and getting your underwear out of the way. “Being on the edge, being teased and toyed with…” he spoke, before biting slightly the inside of your thighs.

You could feel his tongue pressing against your center, while his hands where holding you in place. You were biting your fist to avoid the moaning.

“Oh, no, no, no.” he denied, looking up at you. He licked his lips and you found it incredibly hard to resist. “Don’t cover your mouth.”

His tongue slid against you again, slowly and passionately. Crowley was like an animal, he was groaning, making you feel the vibrations all over your body. He went on like that for a few good minutes, biting, kissing and licking with desperation.

He crawled to you until his body was covering yours, and he kissed your lips hardly, letting you taste yourself in his mouth.

“I can’t wait any longer…” he confessed against your mouth, while adjusting his position and taking his lenght out, right in your entrance. He looked at your eyes for a glimpse of a second, making sure you wanted it.

And you wanted it.

When he finally started to take you, you could feel your head dizzy from so much pleasure.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since you walked through that door…” he managed to say, while his body was pushing even deeper into you.

Crowley’s entire being was focused on pleasing you, and he seemed to be enjoying immensely. His hands where touching your entire body, without forgetting any part of it.

He kissed you again, before pulling back from it and adjusting his position, holding you by your hips and rocking them back and forth. You opened your eyes just to find him laughing between moans and thursts. Using a thumb to rub your clit seemed like a fantastic idea, so he went on with it. But it was a lot from you.

“It’s too much, it’s too much…” you managed to say. “Don’t stop…”

“I’m so close…” he let you know, going faster than ever.

You felt your the presence of your climax right there, when you heard him sounding so human, so vulnerable. You clenched around him and that made Crowley reach his orgasm too.

“Oh f—“ he couldn’t even finish the sentence; a wave of pleasure bathe him entirely.

His body fell on top of yours, but he was careful enough not to put his entire weight on you. The palm of his hands ended up at the sides of your head, and he lean in to kiss you passionately. It was a messy and exhausted kiss, but still a hungry one.

“God…” you whispered, your foreheads touching.

“Don’t bring that old bastard to this…” he told you, giggling. “And I’m sorry to ruin the moment, because… fuck, I would totally repeat this thing again, again and again. But…” he said, getting off of you and standing up, fixing his clothes. “I can sense that Aziraphale is near.” he declared.

You stood up quickly, getting your clothes together and started to dress up quickly.

Crowley’s eyes were looking at you getting dressed, with a slight smirk on his face.

“If the angel wasn’t around the corner I would really like to bend you over that desk…” he started again, with his hands in his pockets. “Pull your hair, make you curse me…”

“You’re already wanting more, Crowley? We had a deal.” you said, putting your shoes on.

“I bet I can get you to crave it again.” he swore, taking a step closer to you. You were already clothed, and you turned around to face him, but before you could speak, the door opened.

“Crave what, Crowley?” the familiar voice of Aziraphale made its appearance. You cursed Crowley in your head for not letting you know how close the angel was.

“I don’t know, angel.” Crowley said, getting closer to his longtime friend. “I think your friend still hates me.”

You smiled nervously at Aziraphale.

“Do you still hate him, my friend?” the angel asked you, with both his hands together in front of him. His face was looking mischievous, which was something unusual of him. “It didn’t look like it…”

“Oh my god…” you murmured, directing a hand towards your mouth. “You saw us!”

“Saw what, love?” Crowley asked you now, but at the same time smiling at his friend with complicity. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.”

#good omens x reader #goodomens #anthony j crowley #crowley x reader #good omens crowley #aziraphale #good ineffable omens

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looking4userthatworks · 7 months

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Being the Spots child

Pre collider

●I can imagine he didn't know you existed but when he did figure it out he was like really confused because he made sure to use protection (bro was probably drunk when he did it so that prob why he didn't know you existed)

●but in the end, he ultimately decides to meet you

● alr let's give the lucky girl a name let's call her Gloria I like to imagine your mother Gloria to be somewhat of an alcoholic getting drunk on the weekend bringing multiple different boys home getting smashed and all that stuff

● she knows this is a problem but it's hard for her to stop one weekdays she trys to help you with your homework but ultimately falls asleep and you end up bringing her to her bedroom and tucking her in

●when John is finds out actually you exist he sees the situation your in and how your practically raising yourself he know he need to take you under his wing he might not know what he's doing but he's also part of you existed so he's also responsible for you

● one custody battle later

●he has full custody over you he is ecstatic and is also a little worried because he has no clue how to raise a child

●for you, you're a little shy towards him because you barely know all you know is that he's your father

●honestly you thought you situation before was alright might have not been the best but atleast you had a roof over your head a place to sleep and somewhat warm food

●Not to say you didn't have that with John it was just a little awkward

● for the first week, it was pretty awkward. Learning the basics about each other, the dos, and the don'ts favorite colors, etc.

● you started getting comfortable with him pretty soon it went from John to Dad

● sometimes, he was busy with his science Alchemax stuff, but he always made sure to ask how your day was during dinner!

●you guys were doing great

Post colider

It was a rainy night, a little drizzle, that's all. You pick up your phone, and you got a text from your dad. "You might be home a little later than expected. There's some money in my top drawer. Go ahead and order yourself a pizza. I love you !" Sent 1 hour ago

"HI dad, sorry for responding late. My phone died, so I had to charge it :p. I love you too! Come back home safely 4 me plz!"

You of course where a little upset he's always been coming home late tired and sore they've been overworking him for quite sometimes and every night he comes back he says that this will be the last time they make him work more hours

You knew he was lying every time you honestly considered emailing the company but decided against it

You called pizza place and placed your order. Now you just have to wait

Why not watch some TV? You grab the remote and turn the TV on it was on the news channel

"Explosion at Alchemax the cause is still unknown, but the police are currently looking for survivors -"you turned off the TV and got your shoes on as quickly as possible"

your ran it didn't matter if your legs started to hurt. You ran all the way to the scene

It was completely destroyed. You tried to run to what was left of Alchemax, but a police officer stopped you

"im sorry ma'am, but I can't let you pass"

you tried to push past him left, and right you went until finally collapsed in defeat

"I just need to know if my dad is okay.." You cried, choking back tears

The officer was taken aback. "I know you're worried about your dad, and I promise we won't stop till we find him, but for now, I suggest you go back home "

"Can you at least drive me back home? It's pretty cold, and my legs hurt. " You choke out with a couple of sniffles

"I- yeah, of course I can"

While the police officer driver you back hime you could help but think of the worst possibilities deep down you prayed none of them would be true

When you got home, you walked to your bedroom, grabbed all the warn abd fuzy blankets, and pretended it was your dads embrace you ended up crying for most of the night until you grew tired and fell asleep

Click

The door unlocked and closed softly. You slowly got up, you'd run, but you had your fair share of running for the day

"Dad?" You spoke softly due to your sore throat

Nothing

you started to walk to the living entrance

You were met with a pale white man? With black spots on him

"Hey honey..." he said tiredly

he sounded like you dad, but he doesn't look like your dad

"Dad... What happened?" Asked softly

"it's- it's a long story honey" he collapses "look I known it's been a long day for the both of us but can you please just...ya know just like drag me to bed"

"Of course dad," as you started to carry him on yout back to bed

You pushed his limp body on the bed and then climbed into the bed as he held you soon. Both of you drifted to sleep

●things became different when he became the Spot

● money was somewhat tight when Alchemax fired him

●he was hired by some places, but it usually didn't last long he tended to freak out the customers/employees

●rent was coming up, and he was just fired, not to mention he had to feed him and his child

●That's when he resorted to a life of crime

● and when he had his first fight with Spiderman

● and when he started world hopping of course he texted you the text probably went something like this "Hey honey I found out how to get my revenge on spider man>:)) but I need more Alchemax Coliders because it'll give me more spots >:) I don't think I'll be back in time for dinner grab the money in cookie jar an order yourself something i love you stay safe😘"

you knew your father had an obsession with Spiderman because he's the one that made him like this, so this was nothing new to you

When the spot got back to his dimension, he immediately went to check in you watching you through a window

He entered the home, and when you saw him, you gave him the biggest hug (you two guys always do this even if he was just out for groceries)

This was all for you. EVERYTHING he did was for you, and it was always for you. The bond you too built grew is unbreakable. He WILL protect you even if it kills him

Alr something I'd like to break down is the reader is 10 through 13 when this stuff happens you choose the age alr that's all I wanted to say

Have a lovely jubbly day, my customers

HOLLY SHIT I JUST RE-READ THIS ITS SO FUCKING CRINGE DO NOT READ I REPEAT DO NOT READ -future Lindsey(or past Lindsey how that shit works)

#atsv spot #the spot #johnathan ohnn #atsv fanfiction #atsv fic #atsv headcanons #jonathan ohnn x reader #atsv hcs #astv headcannons

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averagewriter777 · 1 year

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Ghost and Doc (Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader)

Masterlist

(Part Nine)

(Disclaimer: This is my own work of fiction when it comes to this fandom, it has no relation to the games… you’ll see ahead what I mean)

Link to the translator I use

Two weeks had passed, and you could say that you were warmed up to the Task Force 141. Gaz and Soap reminded you of your little brother from whenever you lived at home, Price reminded you sometimes of your father because of the authority he held over the team. And Ghost? He was… he was Ghost, you were unsure of where he stood with you, but you’d be glad to consider him at least a friend.

The four of you were playing cards at the common table, UNO to be exact. You’d brought it along, as well as a few other games just in case there was nothing to do. The order was currently: You with four cards, Ghost with five, Soap with two and Gaz with one. It’s just about Gaz’s turn when Price walks in, scaring the shit out of everybody- except for Ghost.

“Alright, we have a mission! On your feet and get ready, let’s go!” Price walked out the door right as he finished saying that.

Gaz slammed his card down on the table, it was a wild draw four. “FUCK!” Then jogged out of the room, muttering profanities under his breath. You and Soap laughed at his antics, seeing as he would’ve won if Price hadn’t walked into the room. The rest of you then left the room, leaving the game, to pack your bags and meet with Price.

You filled what little you could into your bag, including your revolver and a bottle of whiskey that you always brought on missions. (Hopefully Price wouldn’t kick your ass for bringing it) Then you ran over to the infirmary and grabbed what medical supplies you needed. Next was a trip to the locker room to put on your gear.

The others were already there, halfway dressed. You caught up to them in putting on your gear by not deciding to strap it in so tightly this time, leaving a little loose room around your hips- but with enough tightness that it would remain on your waist. Once you decided everything was good enough, you jogged after Soap outside where Price was waiting with a plane next to him.

“Alright! Everyone in, be prepared for anything, of course! We’re making a trip to Mexico to pick up our good friend, Alejandro, then we’re making our way to Cancún… that’s where our mission will take place.” Price watched as everyone got into the plane, then pulled you aside for just a moment. “You didn’t bring any fancy clothes, did you?”

You raised a brow at him. “No…?” Price sighed and gestured for you to get into the plane. “Alright then…” You walked to the back of the plane and took a seat, reaching out into your bag and pulling out a book to read after the briefing.

Except, there was no briefing. Once the plane made it’s way into the air, everyone did their own thing. Ghost was sharpening his knives in the seat next to you, Soap and Gaz were snoring, and Price was up with the pilots, speaking with them. “So… who’s Alejandro? Is he part of the 141 too?” You asked Ghost.

He stopped sharpening the knife, and side-glanced at you. “In a way. A while ago we did a mission with him involving a cartel, we’d consider him one of our own…” He dragged his knife over the whetstone again. “He’s with Mexican Speical Forces, though. Alejandro prefers to be home rather than travelling everywhere with us.”

You hummed and watched his gloved hand holding the whetstone drag across the blade. It made a grating sound which could barely be heard over the sound of the plane. Ghost cleared his throat, snapping your attention away from his task. “Sorry…” You picked up the book you were going to read and shoved it in your face, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks. You swear you heard him chuckle.

The plane landed just at the border. Price had told everyone to keep their bags inside, but go out to greet Alejandro again. The others at 141 didn’t think twice before getting out of their seats, you made sure to save your place in your book, then followed Ghost off the plane.

Already, Soap and Gaz had greeted the new man, who you assumed to be Alejandro. You heard Soap tell him they wished they were meeting under better circumstances, and the man agreed with a firm nod.

“Ah, Ghost, good to see you again, hermano!” Alejandro grasped one of Ghost’s hands as a greeting, nodding back when Ghost repeated the same. You waited beside him until the reunion was over. “And who is this hermosa mujuer?”

Heat rose to your cheeks as the translation went through your head: beautiful woman. “Sergeant (Y/n) (L/n), or Doc. Le agradezco el cumplido, señor.” You held your hand out for him to shake, which he did gladly with a wide grin. “I’m the team’s new medic, arrived last week.”

Alejandro grinned. “Could use a medic, especially with this team.” Gaz and Soap flipped him off, earning a laugh from everyone. “Alright, let’s get this fiesta started… I’ll let you know the information while we’re on the way.”

(Part Ten)

#mwii #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #ghost x female reader #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain price #alejandro vargas

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keiicom · 5 months

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its so irritating how the manhwa isnt going in order. its adapting the novel stuff accurately (on flamecomics at least) but NOT IN THE RIGHT ORDER AKDJHFKSJDF like today's chapter is a weird combination of events in novel ch164, 165, AND 166! its like a scavenger hunt trying to figure out what they're adapting and what they're trying to do

OH YEAH I get what you're saying

I think the problem starts when they don't switch back to the focus on hsy and kdj and instead just continue with the kimcom focus throughout the episode. And THAT happens because they. they.

they somehow adapted that scene already in the previous update????????????? bro 😭 at first I didn't notice because "now the main character should pay for his meal" kinda made sense where it was placed in the adaptation, but technically it should've happened way after they left the hole 💀

I understand that Kim Dokja's love jumps a lot from different POVs at one point, but shouldn't that be easy to adapt to visual media?????? Like. 😭 out of all the problems that come with making an adaptation, I didn't think the order of events would be one of them lmao 😭

Also Bamboo Hair is back 💀 so that's something alr /j

I think the thing that bugged me the most abt this update was seeing yoo sangah in charge of holding mia. right after yjh spent the whole of last update shielding her from ysa. it literally doesn't make any sense he'd never let her I'm screaming I may be misremembering?? But I don't think Mia was even mentioned as being directly on the scene with the monsters this time around??? And now suddenly yjh trusts sangah enough to hold the one person that means so much to him. this is fine *vibrates with anger*

Ending this with a shin yoosung meme for this update bc clear skies clear skies:

#orv spoilers #moots <333

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potahun · 9 months

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WSM S6E1 Translation (Liu > Zhang and He > Bai)

After it’s revealed that Sailor Zhang has been cheating women left and right, and also pretending to buy expensive fish to swindle his elder brother Manager Liu out of pocket money, so that Liu tried to frame him for murder in return.

Sailor Zhang: Just for three fishes...

Manager Liu: It’s not a matter of just three fishes!

Over to Doorman Bai’s turn to present evidence:

Doorman Bai: I went to Manager Liu’s room, and discovered a baby. (Detective Sa instantly cracks up.)

Manager He: This is way too brutal...

Doorman Bai: The baby had a note saying “Hua Hua’s baby cried”

Manager Liu: Doesn’t the name “Hua Hua” sound familiar to everyone?

Manager He: Yes.

Detective Sa: Here it is. *reads the records of Sailor Zhang’s exchanges with the women he cheated* Hua Hua says “Zhang Ge, your smile, that is 30% smirk, 30% coolness and 40% nonchalance...I like it too much. It’s too charming. (together with He) I want to have a baby with you.”

Doorwoman Rong: And then she really had one!!

(...)

Manager Liu: It’s very simple. He (Sailor Zhang) actually doesn’t stay at the hotel much. So Hua Hua couldn’t find him. She found me instead. And she handed over the child to me. I didn’t have a choice! That’s my little brother’s flesh and blood! So I raised the baby in the interim, while still praying that he would come back soon. And then one day, my little brother really did come back! Furthermore, he admitted very honestly that the child was his. But he couldn’t find Hua Hua either. So he borrowed another sum of money from me, saying he’d look for the child’s mother, and disappeared again.

Doorwoman Rong (to Sailor Zhang): My god, you’re such scum...!

Sailor Zhang: I am having so much fun.

(...)

Doorman Bai: Manager Liu also had this exchange with his ex-girlfriend in 2004. His girlfriend said: “Why did you give the money we so painstakingly saved to your brother? Isn’t it enough that you’re balding because of him?” (...)

“He’s my little brother, blood is thicker than water, I must be responsible for him. Money can be earned again, but my little brother is irreplaceable.”

His ex-girlfriend said: “Then there’s nothing more to discuss, I already know the answer. I know what they’d call you: Brocon.” (Manager He chortles)

*everyone pauses to start laughing*

Manager He, also cracking up: It’s supposed to be a touching story, why is it so funny?

Doorman Bai, finishing up: “People like you must be avoided. Let’s break up.” Then, Liu said: “It’s fine to break-up. But you have to promise me: you won’t tell my brother about this.”

Manager He, pained: Aaahh.....

Doorman Bai: So, even though he broke up, he won’t let his little brother know how much he’s sacrificed for him.

Manager Liu: ...........*shakes his head* This isn’t familial love.

Caption on Manager He’s head and Zhang Sailor’s head: “Then what is it....?” “Cannot be said out loud, cannot be said out loud”

Over to Manager Liu’s turn to present evidence:

Manager Liu: I went to Bai Bai’s room. First thing is, there are a huge amount of post-its in Bai Bai’s room. All of them are left to him by He. *reads post-its from Manager He to Doorman Bai* “I changed all your carbonated drinks, your ice cream, soda, super sweet juices to my original, home-cooked healthy tea. Take care of your skin~! - signed, ge ge (elder brother)”

Manager He: >///<

Manager Liu, still reading post-its: “Sleeping in red bedsheets, I wish for my little brother to have sweet dreams every night on the year of his astrological sign! - signed, ge ge”.

“Wear the limited edition woolen red underwear that ge ge ordered for you! I wish your every step to be cool. - signed gege”

Doorman Bai (exploding): This is defamation. WHO WOULD WEAR WOOLEN UNDERWEAR.

Manager He, cracking up: Little brother, I already tried to find one that doesn’t prick, but it’s the material, there’s always going to be a bit of sensation. Bear with it.

Manager Liu: That’s not all of it. The most spectacular one is coming. *reads* “I already helped you to contact Amy. I have also arranged blind dates for you and all the ladies in M city! - signed ge ge”. WHAT an elder brother!!

Doorman Bai: For real. I think my elder brother is going a bit overboard with this. (to Manager He) Do you really think that I’ll be happy to meet with so many ladies?

Manager He: .....Hmmm. *glancing at Sailor Zhang* Why don’t you ask him?

Sailor Zhang, mumbling plaintively: Yeah, my elder brother sent me away just for three fishes...!

#mxdzt #he jiong #zhang ruoyun #liu haoran #bai jingting #my frustration with the subs #is real #who's the murderer?#s6e1

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mysticalnightenthusiast · 2 years

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S.N.A.F.U CH67 ‘N.D.A’

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As soon as Justice Wickstead left the court room Eadaoin excused herself from Lando’s company and made her way over to Darren.

“All set for stage two?” she whispered.

“Yup, you two go and I’ll meet you in a tick.”

Eadaoin reached for Daniel’s hand and pulled him toward her.

“Come with me?” she said as the court began emptying.

“What’s going on?” the curly haired driver asked in confusion as Darren called out to Albrecht.

“Mr Albrecht d'you have a minute?”

Daniel willingly followed Eadaoin down to the back of the room and out into the hubbub of the public concourse all his friends and colleagues had gathered in one corner and Daniel approached them and thanked them all for standing up for him making a point of spending extra time with Lando.

“Hey man how you doing?” he asked as he ad Eadaoin sat down with the younger on a nearby bench.

“Um....a bit anxious,” Lando admitted “anxious and a bit overwhelmed. Being in court, even on the good side of things is a bit overwhelming.”

“Yeah it is a bit isn’t it?” Daniel said sympathetically “do you need a ride home or did you come in with Zak?”

“I came in with Zak,” Lando replied exhaling shakily “I’m heading back to the MTC with him then I’m going to head back to the house, order some take away Jon would kill me for eating and go to bed early.”

“Is Max at home at the moment?” Eadaoin asked of Lando’s best friend and fellow driver Max Fewtrell.

“Yeah he is at the moment,” Lando replied “I don’t know if he will be by the time I get home though.”

“I want you to promise me something,”” Eadaoin said “me and Danny.”

“Oh?” Lando said.

“I don’t want you to be alone tonight,” Eadaoin went on “let Zak drive you back to the MTC and get Jon to stay at your place tonight. I can see you’re not in the best place and if I was feeling anywhere near what you look like you’re feeling I wouldn’t want to be alone. Max and Jon are the people you are closest to outside of your family and the two people you should rely on if you’re not going to go home.”

“Sage advice mate,” Daniel echoed “I’ll text Jon myself if you like.”

Lando gritted his teeth in an attempt to stave off the tears welling in his eyes.

“Y-yeah alr-right,” he said “why are you doing this?”

“”Because you’re a good friend doing what you did for me today and I want to make sure you’re alright,” Daniel replied giving the younger man a playful arm punch “I know from experience that if I’m feeling shitty I feel better if my friends and family around me.”

Lando sniffed loudly.

“Yeah I do too,” he said.

“Promise you’ll get Max and Jon to text us both to say they’re with you,” Eadaoin asked Lando “and if you’re struggling please ring your psych.”

“I promise,” Lando replied taking a deep fortifying breath.

Eadaoin saw Darren approach out of the corner of her eye and stood up.

“We have to go now but see you in Abu Dhabi?” she said holding her arms open.

Lando smiled and embraced the redhead

“Yeah see you there,” he said with a small smile “thanks for looking out for me.”

“Anytime.”

“Hey can you two stick around?” Eadaoin asked Michael and Blake as Daniel made his way over to Darren “Danny and I won’t be long.”

“Su-is everything alright?” Michael asked as Darren waved to her.

“For me yes but I think Danny will need his two mates around.” Eadaoin replied “go to the café across the road I’ll text when we’re done okay?”

“Yeah alright.”

“Okay are you absolutely sure what you’re about to do is the right thing?” Darren asked Eadaoin as she and Daniel arrived hand in hand “its not too late to pull out.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Eadaoin said confidently “you, Ralph and George have gone over the files and paperwork and its water tight....let’s do this.”

“Alright let’s do this.”

Darren stepped forward and led Eadaoin and Daniel down to the back of the courthouse where a series of conference rooms were. He knocked on one at the very end of the building and twisted the door knob entering the wooden accented and cream carpeted room at once, Eadaoin then Daniel followed shutting the door behind them.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Jem shrilled her slender face reddening in anger “what the f-”

“Sit down, I’ll deal with this.” Albrecht hissed “Cook my client has got a point. Why is Miss O’Siodhachain here? She has nothing to do with this case.”

“You’re going to want to hear what she has to say,” Darren replied as he sat down to the right of George and Ralph and the left of Darren and Daniel.

“Well I don’t want her here!” Jem spat “I don’t want to be here!”

“Trust me sweetheart none of us what to be here,” Eadaoin informed the other woman in the same assertive ‘don’t mess with me’ voice she used in court as she turned on the projector in the room and waited for it to boot up “but what I’m going to show you in your best interest, Danny’s best interest everyone’s best interest to sit down, shut up ad pay attention of fifteen minutes.”

“Did you seriously just tell me to shu-”

“Sit down!” Albrecht hissed “I’ll deal with this!”

“Alright are we all prepared to act like adults?” Eadaoin began fixing everyone at the table with a firm but assertive stare “alright then let’s proceed....”

Jem rolled her eyes and huffed.

“I want to tell a story,” Eadaoin began “about ten days after the United States Grand Prix I exited my own home to start my day at work and when I went out to my car I discovered that someone had poured quick set glue into the rims and wheelhouse of my car. Now I put this down to a random act of vandalism that’s common in metropolitan London, put in an insurance claim which was paid out to the tune of six and a half thousand pounds. I moved on with my life and three days later came home after a hard week at the office and watched the practice sessions for the Mexican GP. After my evening meal and the practice session was over my attention was drawn to the front yard of my house by my brother calling my name. I made my way outside and discovered the entirety of my front yard was covered in horse manure and looked like a garden hose was left on. My brother and parents helped me clean it up and the following Monday it was carted away by an e-waste company to the tune of two hundred and fifty pounds....”

“This story is awfully interesting Miss O’Siodhachain but what’s your point?” Albrecht asked his voice dripping with uninterested sarcasm “I’m assuming you do have one and you’re not here to waste our time?”

“I’m not wasting your time any more than you or your client wasted the court’s,” Eadaoin replied fixing the older barrister with a hard stare “but as our leaned colleague said earlier you’re going to want to hear what I have to say.”

Albrecht rolled his eyes.

“Then by all means continue,” he said sarcastically.

“Aaaanyway,” Eadaoin replied in a sing song voice “a few days later I was in my living room with my parents and brother watching the Mexican GP when there was a huge explosion out the front of my home. My family and I rushed out the front and discovered someone had packed my letterbox with some kind of explosives and blown it up. The police were called and the bomb squad conducted an investigation with the local fire station and concluded that my letterbox had been blown up with fireworks. There was no evidence to suggest who had done this so as much as I wanted not to I let things slide because even though I had a good suspicion of who the perpetrator was there was no solid proof. So a few days later I got my car back from the repairers and returned home with my brother and noticed every plant, flower, bit of greenery even was dying. My brother put two and two together and surmised that the liquid that covered my garden the night the horse manure was an undiluted weed killer called glyphosate. I had to organise a landscape gardener to come in and totally strip the yard to the cost of three thousand pounds to get rid of all the dirt, dead plants and stained pavers so anything planted in the future wouldn’t die. Once again I had a suspicion but no proof of who had done this so I let it slide. Fast forward a few days to the Monday immediately after the Mexico City GP and I had a very extensive closed circuit television security system installed to record any future vandalism again to the cost of five thousand pounds....”

As soon as Eadaoin revealed her home was being monitored by a camera security system she saw Jem’s face fall ad her face turn white. Smiling slightly she continued her story.

“So anyway fast forward a few days more to after the Sao Paulo GP when my brother and I were cleaning up were preparing to put the bins out for collection the following morning when we discovered that my car had once again been vandalized. All the tyres had been slashed, glue had been squirted into the rims and wheelhouses and this time paint stripper. My insurance company has since determined it a write off and I have sold it as a parts project. After taking several photos of the damage on my car I made my way back inside, logged into my security system an-”

“I’ve had enough of this shit!” Jem announced jumping to her feet “I’ve got better things to do.”

Eadaoin leaned forward and turned on Jem with the venom of a thousand vipers.

“Sit-down!” she snarled through her teeth her voice barely above a whisper “now”

Wordlessly Albrecht reached for his client’s arms and pulled her back down into her seat.

“Now I’m not going to bullshit you or your client Mr Albrecht but know this, I know your client slashed my car tyres and filled the rims with glue, I know your client dumped horse manure in my front yard and poisoned my garden with undiluted weed killer, I know your client blew up my letterbox and I know your client vandalized my car for the second time...”

“Are you accusing my client of criminal damage Miss O’Siodhachain?” Albrecht asked in a holier than thou tone.

“You-bet-I-am,” Eadaoin enunciated “and she knows I know she did what she did to my property....look at her face. She’s busted and she knows it.”

“I don’t see you with any evidence...”

Eadaoin clicked on the screen of the projector and selected play on the file that showed the camera feed from the camera that focused on her car and remained silent as it played the vision showing Jem gluing and slashing the tyres of Eadaoin’s car and pouring an enormous container of paint stripper over the bonnet, door and rear hatch of her previous car. Jem’s mouth was open and had tuned even more white.

“The person in that video could be anyone Miss O’Siodhachain” Albrecht began half heartedly.

“Watch”

With a heavy tension in the air Albrecht and Jem continued to watch the video until Eadaoin paused it at the moment Jem looked into the camera the face mask she was wearing slipping slightly to reveal the mole on her forehead and her identity.

“Oh my God really?” Albrecht exclaimed slapping his forehead “Jesus fucking Christ alive!”

Jem sat shocked, her mouth hung open.

“We all know who that is don’t we?” Eadaoin said in a sing song voice “now I have a proposition for you backed up by Darren, Ralph, George and most importantly Danny....”

Jem and Albrecht watched Eadaoin closely as Darren reached into his leather satchel and retrieved two documents before handing them to the redhead.

“Now I haven’t gone to the police about this,” Eadaoin revealed “and I don’t plan to unless you quit with the harassment of Danny and me and sign this non-disclosure agreement.....”

“Are you threatening my client Miss O’Siodhachain?” Albrecht exclaimed indignantly.

“Who me?” Eadaoin exclaimed “oh god no, who do you take me for? I’m a lawyer I don’t make it my business to intimidate anyone. I’m just a joe average civilian who has rock solid evidence another joe average citizen has committed an act of criminal damage that at this point in time carries a jail term of six months or up to six thousand pounds in fines. Here’s the deal your client signs this NDA and stays the hell away from Danny, his friends, family, place of work, worship or place of recreation and he drops the suit of defamation unreservedly. This means if she goes to a restaurant and he is there whether he arrives before or after she leaves, if she goes to a place of recreation and he’s there arriving either before or after she leaves, if she goes to his workplace outside of the regular public gallery and he’s there she leaves, if she goes to a place of worship and he’s there she leaves. No contact is to take place via phone, email, social media, letter or via any second party. If any of these terms are broken I go to the police and give them that footage, take out a restraining order and let the judicial process happen, if the terms are met we all go our separate ways, live our own lives in peace and quiet.”

Albrecht took one of the documents and began reading it. It took ten minutes but he roughly slid it across the conference to table to Jem.

“Read it and sign it,” he ordered peevishly.

“What the hell? I’m not signing shit!” Jem exclaimed “I’m being threatened!”

“Oh for Christ’s sake Jemma sign the fucking document then this whole shit show can finish and I can get back to representing clients who haven’t lied out their arse and made me look like a fucking idiot in the process!” Albrecht exclaimed in exasperation.

“Sign that and everything disappears.” Eadaoin said “everything. Your family doesn’t find out anything what friends you have left don’t find out anything no one, at last not from anyone in this room everything stays in this room. We all sign this document and nothing goes any further and you’re free to live your life just as much as we are free to live our life.”

“And you’re seriously alright with this?” Jem asked Daniel sourly.

The curly haired driver fixed his jaw, bit his lip and remained resolutely silent. Jem stared him out for a moment then finished reading the NDA and signed it with an annoyed grunt. Albrecht followed as did Eadaoin, Daniel, Darren, George and Ralph.

“This copy is for you, this copy is for us,” Eadaoin said giving Albrecht and Jem a copy of the NDA “I think we’re all done here.”

And without another word Jem got to her feet and left the room, closely followed by an exasperated Albrecht.

“You are brutal,” Ralph informed Eadaoin admiringly “I wish I could tell people about the smack down I just witnessed with skill like that you could make an absolute fortune in corporate law.”

“Oh god no, I hate corporate law, it’s the only topic at uni I ever had problems with,” Eadaoin replied with a grin “civil lit and contract is where the cashola is.”

“Alright that’s the end of the day for us too, we’ll be in touch if anything come up alright?” George said to Daniel who had remained resolutely silent whilst in the conference room.

Daniel nodded.

“Same from my end,” Darren said tiredly “but for the moment go home, have something to eat hit the hay early today’s been pretty full on.”

“Thanks Darren, you were awesome today,” Eadaoin informed her colleague “I owe you big time.”

“Eh don’t worry about it,” the older barrister replied “I’ll leave you to it, take the rest of the week off, go to Monaco and chill for a while; I’ll clear it with the board.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure, I can tell you’re bothered by this case and you’re not going to be any good to anyone if you can’t relax; besides Danny needs you more than the office does.”

“Thanks.”

Darren left and Eadaoin turned to Daniel whose face was crumpling up.

“Come to me,” she murmured wrapping her arms around his shoulders “let it all out babe.”

“I can’t, not here,” Daniel replied wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck.

For a solid ten minutes Daniel and Eadaoin stood in the center of the conference room in silence just holding each other. Eventually Eadaoin pulled back and kissed him chastely on the lips.

“Let’s go home,” she said softly “then pack up a bag and go to Monaco for a few days, how does that sound?”

Daniel sniffed and cracked a small smile.

“Yeah that sounds great,” he said thickly.

“Lemme ring Michael and see if he can drive us home,” Eadaoin said “I don’t think either of us are in the condition to drive.”

Eadaoin punched in Michael’s number and it rang twice before the trainer picked up.

“Hey,” he said “all done?”

“Yeah we’re still over at the courthouse,” Eadaoin replied “can you or Blake take us home?” Neither if us are in the condition to drive.”

“Yeah no worries luv see you in a tick yeah?”

“Thanks Michael.”

Are you required at the MTC before you need to leave for Jeddah?” Eadaoin asked slipping her hand into Daniel’s and leading him out of the conference room.

“Nothing’s planned at this stage,” Daniel replied shakily “Andreas or Tom would have told me if thy needed me in the SIM.”

A few minutes later Michael and Blake returned to the courthouse and made their way over to Eadaoin and Daniel who were waiting by the bust of some long forgotten legal luminary.

“Hey mate, feeling a bit shit?” Michael asked sympathetically.

“Yeah just a bit,” Daniel replied flatly.

“How about I drive you and Eadie home then?”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll follow behind,” Blake said “unless you need anything and I’ll go get it.”

“We’ve got everything; we just need friends around us right now.” Eadaoin said as they made their way out into the carpark.

Within minutes Eadaoin and Daniel were in the back of Eadaoin’s car and were heading back toward Twickenham. Eadaoin had her fingers entwined in Daniels and could feel him becoming more and more tense the closer they got to her house.

“Hey we’re almost home,” she said softly.

Moments later Michael pulled into Eadaoin’s driveway and cut the engine.

“Okay we’re here,” he said as Blake pulled up in front of the house “You alright mate?”

“I just want to get inside,” Daniel replied swiftly undoing his seatbelt and immediately exiting the car.

“We’ll use his keys to get in, don’t worry I’ve got this,” Eadaoin told Michael who was looking at his friend in concern.

Leaving Michael behind Eadaoin followed Danny who hurriedly unlocked the front door, leaving the keys in the lock and sprinted into the house. He disappeared into the hallway and up the stairs to their bedroom, slamming the door behind him and letting out a bellowing scream. Eadaoin shoved the door open and entered their bedroom just in time to see Daniel drop to the floor up against the bedside table on his side of the bed and descend into a full blown panic attack. Eadaoin kicked off her shoes and jacket and dropped to her knees in front of her boyfriend.

“Babe I’m here!” she exclaimed reaching out for his shoulder “Danny can you hear me?”

But the curly haired driver didn’t seem to be hearing her at all. He stared ahead and heaved for breath as a heavy sweat broke out on his forehead. He dropped his head into his hands and began muttering incomprehensible words in a way that alarmed Eadaoin.

“MICHAEL!” she bellowed “MICHAAAAAAAAAAAAAEL!”

A second later thundering footsteps could be heard as Michael bounded up the stairs and barged into the room.

“W-what’s going on?” he asked in alarm.

“I think Danny’s having a panic attack!” Eadaoin wailed “help!”

Michael dropped down to his friend’s level and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Dan it’s Michael,” he said in a low reassuring voice “I think you’re having a panic attack. I need you to focus on me or Edie for me, can you do that mate?”

For several long moments Daniel seemed lost in his panic attack. He kept his head in his hands and continued to heave for breath and mutter.

“Eadie and I aren’t going anywhere mate we’re here for you,” Michael assured his friend in a low, calm voice “Blake’s downstairs too.”

It took several minutes but eventually Eadaoin could see Daniel begin to calm down.

“You’re going great bud,” Michael said “don’t worry this won’t last long, you’re safe at home in your bedroom, nothing can hurt you. Edie’s here, can you grab her hand? She’s really worried about you.”

Eadaoin held out her hand and Daniel grabbed it, holding onto it tightly for dear life. His eyes welled with tears and began pouring down his reddened cheeks

“Okay mat I want you to try something for me,” Michael continued after several long moments “I want you to breathe in and breathe out when I say alright? Okay breathe in 1-2-3-4-5 breathe out 1-2-3-4-5....”

Michael coached Daniel through the breathing exercises over and over and over again til the curly haired driver emerged from his panic attack, he looked up and wiped his eyes with the cuff of his shirt.

“Hey,” Eadaoin said softly “how do you feel?”

“F’kn shit,” Daniel croaked “what the hell was that?”

“I think you had a panic attack mate,” Michael told his friend “and a big one too by the looks.”

“I never want to have one of those ever again!” Daniel exclaimed “holy shit I thought I was going to die.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t,” Eadaoin told him tearily “d'you want to get up or sit here for a bit?”

“Sit here for a bit,” Daniel replied allowing her to pull him into her arms.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Michael said delicately “get him to have a hot shower and something to eat, though if he wants to sleep sleep first. I’ll rummage around your kitchen and cook you up something so you don’t have to do anything.”

“Thanks,” Eadaoin replied gratefully “d'you mind staying til we head to Monaco? I’m going to try and organise flights tomorrow.”

“Sure, be happy to,” Michael replied “I’ll talk to Blake and see if he can organise all that for you, right now you need each other, we can fix up everything else.”

“You’re a star Italiano, I owe you big time.”

Michael grinned.

“Nah you don’t,” he said getting to his feet “I don’t expect anything in return, you and Danny are my friends and I want to help you two. I’ll leave you two alone for the time being, text me if you need anything alright?”

“You got it.”

Michael left the bedroom, closing the door behind him and Eadaoin pulled Daniel further into her embrace.

“How does a hot shower sound to you?” she asked after several minutes of silent cuddling.

“Yeah I think that would help me feel better,” Daniel replied with a sigh “fuck me I hope I never experience that ever again, Jesus Christ I thought I was having a heart attack!”

“Well apparently panic attacks can feel like that,” Eadaoin acknowledged “d'you want to talk abut it or would you prefer to talk to your psych about it?”

“Both, but after a shower,” Daniel replied taking several deep fortifying breaths “I love you so much you know, I don’t know how I would have handled today without you.”

Eadaoin’s breath caught in her throat as he gave her a crushing hug.

“I love you too babe,” she murmured carding her fingers through his hair “I love you too.”

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo FanFiction

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arch-dieangelo · 2 years

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self indulgent self para under the cut. trigger warnings: canon typical mentions of death and familial death. takes place between the last olympian and the lost hero. non rp blogs please do not interact, thank you.

One month after the final battle against Kronos in New York City, things went to shit again.

Nico heard the Doors of Death weakening before he saw the proof of monsters coming back to life as soon as they were slain. When people died, there was a ringing in his ears—annoying, but easy enough to ignore for the most part. The dead defying the natural order was more a debilitating screech that went on for several minutes, millions of nails on chalkboards broadcasted through the strongest speakers in the world.

He collapsed to his knees in pain, clamping his hands over his ears like it could protect him from a noise only he could hear. His vision went spotty, and all he thought was that this would be a terrible way to die—doubled over on the ground without a tangible enemy or single physical wound.

A hand rested on his shoulder, and he felt the minute vibrations through the floor as someone walked around him. Whoever it was spoke to him, but he couldn’t hear them. Finally, the screeching faded to a low hum leaving his head aching. Nico’s hands fell and he blinked, vision returning.

Thalia stared down at him, concern written across her face. The Hunters would bring stray demigods now and then, since the promise the gods made, so her visits to camp were becoming frequent. She offered a hand, and he let her help him up.

“I thought you left a few hours ago,” he said, sounding distracted.

“Chiron needed help.” She let go once he was steady. “What was that?”

Nico didn’t hear her, his mind was busy darting around to string together explanations and possibilities. If the Doors were open, monsters and mortals wouldn't stay dead. Death himself had to be captured.

And if things won’t stay dead, who’s to say that those that have died a while ago, can’t get another chance at life?

“Hey. Earth to Nico.” Thalia lightly punched his arm, bringing him back to reality. Her voice lowered when she said, “Something’s happening. I don’t know what, but it’s definitely not good.”

Reluctantly, he nodded. “You felt it too. The Doors are open.” She raised an eyebrow, and immediately he was annoyed. “If you actually took me up on my Mythomagic offer…” he grumbled, but waved it off. “The Doors of Death and Thanatos. They keep dead things dead, and now the Doors are open and Death himself has disappeared.”

“And now the dead won’t stay dead,” she concluded.

He shifted his weight. “It’ll be gradual. I don’t think we’ll see the effects of this immediately, but it’ll be quick, and it won’t be pretty.”

Thalia’s expression darkened, and if Nico squinted and the lighting was just right, he could pretend that he was talking to Bianca. Even when she wasn’t here, she was here. The ghost of her lingered in every interaction he had, whatever it was. Some days, he wished she would stop haunting him, though there were no actual hauntings, just him yearning to see his sister when he most needed her. He was glad he felt her now, real or not, because it meant he could follow through with the plan that was brewing in his mind.

“No,” said Thalia. Sometimes, he thought she could see right through him. He had heard something about her having a sibling in the whispers of the dead, but nothing solid. Surely, she knew loss. She was there when Bianca died. She had to know.

He stared at her, and she looked older even though she’d be fifteen for the rest of her life. Maybe all Hunters are like that, wise beyond their years and shrouded in silver. Bianca should have been like that. She deserved the chance for that. He made up his mind. “I have to try.”

Thalia sighed. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That doesn’t leave me a lot of possibilities, does it?” He smiled.

She matched his expression and shook her head. “No. No it doesn’t, little cousin. I should be going. We’re already late, and I have to warn my Hunters of what’s to come. You owe me a burger next time we meet.”

“Of course,” he agreed. “And Thalia, scatter the dust after a kill. It’ll make reforming harder.”

The Underworld was more of a home than Camp Half-Blood. He felt comfortable entering the realm. Cerberus looked at him expectantly as spirits passed under the giant three-headed rottweiler.

“No treats right now, buddy, I’m sorry. I’ll bring you something next time,” he promised. Cerberus whined, and a couple of spirits narrowly avoided getting crushed under his paws. Nico waited for the dog to calm down, and slipped through.

He took a detour to his father’s palace, ignoring the skeletal guards posted at regular intervals as he got closer. The palace wasn’t of interest right now, anyway. Right before the looming gate, Persephone’s garden grew wildly. He knelt and dug his hands into the dirt, shoveling it out to create a messy, single square foot deep hole.

Halfheartedly, he muttered an apology to his step-mother for yet again ruining her pristine garden, but this was assuredly more important than pomegranate trees. Into the hole, he poured a five-hour energy drink and tossed a granola bar. He made sure to tuck the empty bottle and wrapper back into his pocket. There was no littering in the Underworld.

For once, he was nervous about doing this. It was second nature now, but the only reason he’s summoning Bianca instead of marching into Elysium and taking her away himself is because he stopped feeling her presence a few weeks ago. From the moment she died, he could sense her right under him every step he took. For the past few weeks, he’s been getting nothing. This is his final opportunity, a plea that his plan can still work, that Bianca can get her second chance.

He stood, brushed the dirt from his jeans, and began chanting. His voice became louder, more commanding. Heavy footsteps sounded from behind him, yet he continued, not allowing himself to waver or be distracted. He took her name with all the strength and focus he could muster, and was met with absolutely nothing. He cracked his eyes open. She hadn’t shown. Maybe he messed up.

“That’s enough.” Hades stood a few feet away, in his suit that shifted between perilous souls of the damned.

“Dad. I’m busy,” he complained. This should have worked. He checked that his preparations were correct. Hades stepped forward into his peripheral vision. He shook his head and squared his shoulders, determined to enter Elysium and get her out anyway. As he turned, Hades stopped him, standing in his path. “Let me go.”

“Nico,” he said with a sigh. It was the first time since the war that he’s seen him, and though he’s immortal, the god looks like he’s aged decades. “She has already been given a second chance.” Disappointment laced his voice uncharacteristically. His image flickered before solidifying again.

“No…” Even as he said that, Nico knew his father was right. Bianca had spoken about rebirth last he saw her. “She wouldn’t leave me.” He was the one who was supposed to give her the second chance at life, to bring her back. Hades expression remained impassive, though a shadow seemed to cross his face. “She wouldn’t leave me,” he repeated, weaker. Hades didn’t bother with an apology, despite the fact that he, of everyone, could have stopped it. Nico balled his fists in anger.

“There are bigger problems brewing,” Hades said. “Ones that even I have little control over. You must be understanding, son. Soon, I will not be able to help you. All you can do is try again.” With that, the god disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.

Nico let out an agonized scream and punched at the space where his father had been standing. He pulled at his hair until the physical pain overrode the emotional, and tried not to break down in his hands. Useless. He glared at the stupid hole he made and kicked at the excavated dirt.

The air above the hole shimmered, and he stopped, foot still raised and dirt sprinkling off his boot. Slowly, he set it back down. He leaned close, trying to make out what the blurry vision was. It never came into full focus, but he could make out the unmistakable black grass of the Fields of Asphodel and a gnarled poplar tree. He tried concentrating on the scene to get more information, and the image fizzled out. If it wasn’t him who made the vision appear, it was literal divine intervention. Whoever did this wanted him to go to the fields, and as much as he wanted to defy the wills of the gods, he knew this would be important to him. In a rush, he had the hole refilled, and he left the garden.

The Fields were sad. That’s the best way he could describe the landscape in front of him. Millions, billions, of half-formed shades milled about aimlessly, shoulder to shoulder. Nico felt suffocated as he walked into the meadow, the ghosts gaining a moment of physicality when they touched him. None of them retained their memories after having drank from the Lethe, mumbling incoherently and appearing disoriented.

In a way, Asphodel was worse than Punishment.

He pulled out his sword to keep the shades away from him and clear a path as he got closer to a collection of poplar trees that dotted the Fields. Something was pulling him there, someone. They had some sort of connection to Hades, or maybe a similar god. Thanatos? No. He had heard about the Roman aspects of the gods before…

Finally, there was a small clearing where some ghosts stayed subconsciously away from. A girl that looked more living than dead sat with her back against a tree. He tilted his head, keeping a distance from her.

Pluto. A daughter of Pluto. His half-sister.

And she shouldn’t be here. She had been offered Elysium and turned it down. No one in their right senses chooses the Fields of Asphodel over an eternity celebrating in Elysium. She can’t spend the rest of her death in apathetic misery, especially not when she remembers her old life, even when she shouldn’t.

Especially not if he can regain some family.

There was a reason why he was sent here. Not to resurrect Bianca, she had taken a different route, but her. This girl, his other sister, he can bring back.

He stepped forward, forcing confidence into his stride as he approached her. Nico locked eyes with her.

“You’re different,” he said, a chill running down his spine. “A child of Pluto,” not Hades. “You remember your past.”

“Yes.” The girl looked up at him with a sort of understanding. “And you’re alive.”

He studied her for a long moment, processing that she was real, that this interaction was real. “I’m Nico di Angelo,” he said finally. “I came looking for my sister. Death has gone missing, so I thought…I thought I could bring her back and no one would notice.” Thinking of the plan and enacting it were two different things. On the surface level it was easy, find Bianca and then leave. Life–or Death, he supposes–had a different plan.

“Back to life?” she asked. “Is that possible?”

She sounded so much like Bianca, that Nico considered leaving before his heart broke anymore, but he sighed. “It should have been. She chose to be reborn into a new life. I’m too late.”

“I’m sorry.”

The apology he should have gotten from Hades was said by a sister he didn’t know existed until ten minutes ago. He held out his hand for her to take. “You’re my sister too. You deserve another chance. Come with me.”

“You don’t even know my name,” she said, but took his hand regardless.

He pulled her up, her ghostly form solidifying as they touched. “I’d like to learn.”

“Hazel Levesque.”

Bianca was reborn into another life, one that Nico would never know of. It was better that way. He couldn’t keep holding onto the past.

He walked with Hazel out of the Fields, not letting go of her hand in fear of losing her too. His other hand held his sword in front of them, and he saw Hazel grimace in its purple light. She would have to learn a lot, but the children of Hades, Pluto, whatever, were some of the strongest. He had full faith that she would do fine, better than him even. He just needed to figure out where to take her. Camp Half-Blood was out of the question, she was Roman, it simply wouldn’t work.

This sister, he would keep safe. He wouldn’t let the same fate befall her, he simply couldn’t. Her life wouldn’t end as unfairly as it did the first time. Hazel Levesque would not die. His sister would not die. Not again.

When he pulled Hazel out of the Doors, it took her a few minutes to come back into her physical body. She took it well, examining that she was all there and she was real.

She was real.

She grinned hugely at him, and he smiled back, cheeks hurting.

“I’m alive,” Hazel said, with the fascination only someone who had been dead for nearly a century could have.

Nico nodded. “How does it feel?”

She didn’t answer him, and instead inched closer, arms open. When he didn’t back off, she enveloped him in a bone crushing hug, the type he hadn’t gotten since Bianca left for her quest and never came back. He slowly wrapped his own arms around her, returning it.

He laughed. “Must be a little overwhelming, right, Bian- Hazel?”

Hazel untangled herself from him, and he swore he saw her step over a few coin sized gems as she backed up. A question for another time.

“Hazel,” he tried again, making sure he said the right name. “You must be hungry. Let’s get something to eat. Future food is wild. You’re going to love it.”

He had a sister.

#PARA.#ooc notes on this because im actually terrible at these things (boo tomato tomato tomato):#nico has difficulty keeping the separation between his sisters. its stupid its selfish its hurtful to both of them. he knows this #he doesn't fully get over what happened to bi until probably mid-hoo #his intentions in resurrecting were purely selfish. he's a kid. he wanted some sort of family after everyone else abandoned him #and bi was the only one he had for the longest time #he learns he grows he figures it out he apologizes he heals #and well eventually hl's resurrection was also written by fate/planned by others anyway.#pluto simply looked the other way after she came back to life and thanatos was released. not their problem anymore!#we love u hl <3 best ever im so serious

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404bvr · 2 years

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heyyyy gorgeous, sexy, beloved, awesome, handsome, beasutiful human? how ya doinnnnn??? alr so picture this, yes? PORNSTAR!PUNZ AT READERS BIRTHDAY RIGHT LIKE HES HER FAVOURITE AND LIKE PUFFY OR SUM GOT HIM FOR THE NIGHT SO PUFFY KICKS EVRYONE OUT AND PUNZ AND READER YK DO THE DEVILS TANGO AND HE LIKE CALLS HER PUPPY OMFG (breeding, innocence and size kink please love <33) (i got excited :p)

OH MY GOD I AM SO STOKED FOR THISS!!

Also so very sorry for this being short and messy but i still hope you like it regardless 🙏

NSFW WARNING//MINORS DNI

It was your birthday, you weren't expecting much just thought it'd be a average normal day where you'd only spend it with your friends but honestly you don't know how it got to this point..

You were sitting on your matteress with your favorite pornstar right in front of you?? You were starstruck and honestly left speechless and you couldn't help but question how he even ended up here. You nervously shifted as the blonde stared down at you with a smirk leaning close to be in your face as he spoke "i hear you're a big fan of me, isn't that right puppy?" You froze at the name he called you and you couldnt help but stutter and nod your head at him, he let out a low and deep chuckle as he slowly pushed you back onto the mattress as he carressed your face "would you want me to treat you to a nice fuck for your birthday?" You eagerly nodded at him "yes please..." You realize how much bigger he was than you and by god was it arousing.

You slowly stripped yourself of your clothing, and couldn't help give him small glances of neediness as he undressed as well. Once you we're both completely nude infront of one another he pets your head and laughs "you're such a good puppy, already following orders and obeying everything i have to say" a whine escaped your throat as he mounted over you, running his hands all along your body and he reaching down to your already aching and wet entrance and he just hummed as you would squirm and whine for him, you wanted him.no, you NEEDED him and he knew that. So without further a do he leaned down kissing you deeply as he teased you by sliding his fingers between the folds for a brief moment before slipping in up to the first knuckle. You reached out to him gripping onto the blonde's shoulders and he groaned at the grip you had on him as he kept going, filling your body with pleasure

"You are soaking for me, puppy. Who would've thought you'd be this much of a whore for me"

You cried out in pleasure and couldn't help but agree with him.he pumped his finger in and out,slow but fulfilling pace, you felt your stomach ttighte. You wanted more, you wanted him inside, you couldn't take it anymore. "Please more.. " you spoke in between moans and he perked his head up at you with a smug grin "more what? What do you want?" You gulped and whined at him before speaking up "i want you inside me.... Please fill me up till i can't take it anymore." With that he tensed up, something about those words from you flipped a switch inside him and he immediately took his finger out of you and stroked himself with your wetness before lining himself up with your cunt "be a good toy and take it then." With no further words he thrusted into you and groaned loudly as you moaned digging your nails deeper into his shoulders, you pulled him closer to you as he proceeded to ruthlessly pound into you and make sure to bury all of himself into you. You arched your back and tried to move your hips in motion with the same speed he was going and his thrusts became sloppy very quick as he buried his head into your neck groaning "I'm gonna fill you up so good, such a good puppy for me." With that phrase it made you cum immediately as you whined and felt so faded and lost he came right after you did and indeed, did fill you up.

You both panted as sat up for a minute and took in the aftermath of what he had done and grinned holding your face in his hands. "happy birthday y/n, i enjoyed this"

#boo.writes #boo.punz #boo.anon #boo.fem reader #boo.k:size kink #boo.k:breeding #punz x reader #mcyt x reader smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Thanks can you write something about one of the kids getting hate online from jealous people and how it affects them and what Harry and Y/N do

hello!! so this one is going to be about isabelle getting hate (😔), which you will find out why. i’m also changing the age gaps between them because it’s so hard to write with larger age gaps. so here isabelle is 16, felix is 19 and oli is 21!!

“Mum!”

You had been busy ironing the clothes downstairs, whilst watching ‘Call the Midwife’ on the TV, when you heard Felix shouting you from upstairs.

“What?” You shouted back, moving from the lounge to the bottom of the stairs to hear better.

“I think you should see this.”

When your children say things like this you either roll your eyes when you find out they wanted to show you a meme, or panic because some rumour has been spread all over the internet of them.

“Just hang on a minute!” Your attention diverted to the front door being opened harshly. Everyone else was already home but Belle, so it must’ve been her. It was a Wednesday today and Belle always had study group in the library after-school on a Wednesday, although today she was back a little earlier than normal.

You moved the latch off the porch door and opened it to welcome Belle home, watching as she threw off her high-top converse aggressively.

“Hiya love, you alr—” You didn’t get to finish before you saw that her eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face like a cascading waterfall. Her mascara was smudged and made it look like she hadn’t slept for weeks. “Woah, hey, Belle?”

Belle didn’t listen to you though, instead she stormed past and ran up the stairs and a minute later you heard her bedroom door slam shut.

What the fuck was that about?

“Minute too late mum!” Felix shouted again, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. However, it did confirm that something had happened to Belle on social media or over the internet and you had to get Harry on top of this now.

You walked down the stairs, into your basement - which Harry had converted into a sound-proof studio - and saw him sat with a guitar on his lap and pencil between his teeth, playing around with chords on repeat.

“Babe?” You knocked on the door as you spoke, Harry looking up from where he was sat to you and smiling as bright as ever.

“You alright love?” He asked sweetly, taking the pencil out of his mouth first.

“I am yeah, but Belle’s just come home crying and shut herself in her room.” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to work through everything that had happened and wondering whether you’d done something or not done something.

Harry instantly got to his feet, putting everything down so that he could come over to you. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kissed your lips once just because, “I know what you’re thinking, so stop it. Something’s probably happened at school. Let me go talk to her, okay?” You nodded in agreement and sighed in thanks.

Belle had always been more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, and that was okay. It just meant that she was more open to her feelings and her heart with her dad than you, not to say she never talked to you about things like that. Harry always filled you in on things, though, and would prompt you to talk to her if he thought extremely necessary. Belle liked to work things out by herself normally, not liking to be a burden to anyone - a lot like you actually.

Harry walked out of the room and climbed the stairs two at a time until he made it outside Belle’s room. He knocked before entering, but Belle made no sound for him to enter.

“Belles?” Harry asked softly, shutting the door and walking over to her bed which she was curled up on. She had obviously flopped on the bed and began crying, because there was no sign of effort to get under the covers or get comfortable.

“D-dad?” She mumbled roughly, her choked sobs holding her back.

“Yes sweetheart, i’m here.” Harry sat down on the edge of her bed and sat their patiently. He didn’t want to invade her space or make her feel claustrophobic, so he waited for her to come to him and that didn’t take long. She sprang up and hugged him with her head buried against her dad’s chest, sobbing so violently that Harry’s heart cracked in two. He hated to see his baby cry. It was his biggest weakness.

Belle made an attempt to speak but Harry couldn’t understand due to the shear heaviness of her cries.

“Belles, y’gotta calm down for me, my heart. Gotta breathe it out before you make yourself sick.” He smoothed his hand over the back of her hair, like he’d always done. Her breathing ever-so-slowly coming back down to a normal and healthy pace. “That’s it, thank you.” He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly still.

“Dad?” She shakily started.

“Yes love.”

“Do y-you know?” She sat up so she could face her dad, bur Harry didn’t let his hands leave hers.

“Know what, sweetheart?”

Harry genuinely didn’t know and Belle could see that in his honest, kind, eyes.

“T-that…” Belle started tearing up again, her bottom lip wobbling like sailors legs.

“Hey, calm down. You’re okay. Breathe and then talk to me, okay?” Harry ordered her, not caring if this took all night. He was here for his baby girl whenever and wherever, no exceptions. If she didn’t ever tell him, that was okay as long as he helped her build up her happiness again. A few deep breaths later and she was feeling more comfortable.

“I..,” she paused momentarily to collect her words before letting them flow out beautifully, “i’m gay dad.”

Warmth spread through Harry’s heart as if he were torch that’d just been set alight. He could only put the way he felt into one word; proud. He was so proud that his daughter was turning into the loving and open and beautiful woman she was always born to be. He was also just so happy that she had the confidence in him to tell him something so important to her.

“I’m so proud of you, Belle.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised, which made Harry take a step back in confusion.

“Yes of course,” Harry squeezed her hand just a little tighter, “have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”

“No.”

“Then where’s this doubt coming from hey?”

Belle began to cry again at his question.

“T-the media found out and i-it’s been published everywhere a-and I w-was worried I wouldn’t b-be able to tell you myself b-before they could. They’re being s-so rude too.” Her cries broke Harry all over again. As much as he was proud of her for coming out so bravely, he was incredibly pissed off that the media thought it was there business to pass around before Belle was even comfortable admitting it first. It’s Belle’s right to come out when she wants and how she wants and Harry could understand how frustrating and upsetting that must be to have it all taken away. He had to keep calm for Belle though, pulling her back into his chest to hold her safely.

“What are they saying?”

Anger bubbled through Harry’s veins as she began to speak.

“That i’m only gay to promote the values you stand for or that you’ll be disappointed that not all your children are straight.”

Harry’s fingers curled at her words, not understanding how much of a low-life you have to be to genuinely type and publish these things about a child, let alone his child. He was furious and he was going to burn - metaphorically - the people responsible for this abuse.

“How did they find out?”

Instead of her saying anything she pulled up a picture of the article online - released by ‘The Sun’ unsurprisingly as they were the worst for paparazzi stalking - and it all started to piece together.

The article headlined a picture of Belle and another girl, kissing outside of school. The study group mustn’t have been exclusively studying. Harry didn’t focus on the shitty article, he instead focused on how the smile on Belle’s face was the widest he’d ever seen.

“You look very happy.” Harry tried to make light of the situation for his daughter.

“I am. They make me very happy.” Belle blushed and Harry caught on.

“And they’re called?”

“Megan.”

“Megan,” Harry repeated the name, getting a feel for the way it sounded for future use, “well they seem lovely.”

“Dad you’ve only seen them through a picture of us kissing.” Belle rolled her eyes and Harry reached out to dab the tears away, not minding that his sleeve was becoming heavily damp.

“Shut up you,” he laughed causing a smile to leap onto Belles face too, “do we get to meet them?”

“Hopefully,” Belle smiles, before looking down to her lap with furrowed brows, “that is, if they still like me after this whole media shambles.” Belle let out a breathe of shaky air and Harry caught her anxiety before she could let herself run off with it.

“Let me take care of that, don’t worry yourself over it, okay?” Belle nodded.

“Do I have to make like a statement or anything?”

“You do whatever you want to, Belles, and i’ll love you no matter what.”

And with that Harry left the room, a smile on his face for feeling like the proudest most happiest parent on the planet. It only lasted a few minutes though, because now it was time to make some phone calls and sue a few people.

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silverynight · 3 years

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Wounded

There's too much blood, but the pain is gone. Tanjirou looks up at the sky and smiles despite of how tired he feels. At least everyone else is alright, the demon is dead and he's... trying to use a breathing technique not to lose more blood.

Perhaps it's too late. But at least the kakushi are here. Zenitsu is crying at his side, saying that he's sent his crow with a message to someone.

Tanjirou doesn't hear the name.

There's no need. The kakushi are already trying to do anything they can to keep him alive, but he knows he's going to pass out soon.

"He's not bleeding anymore, but he's lost a lot of..."

Tanjirou is not sure if the girl trails off or he stops hearing because he loses consciousness for a couple of seconds. Either way he doesn't think it's a good sign.

"We need to take him to–"

"I'll do it. Give him to me."

He smiles, as much as he can because he feels like he has no energy left in his body. The voice is familiar, it's a voice he likes, even though right now sounds desperate and tense.

"Tanjirou," finally, blue eyes are looking down at him. Although they're in so much pain they cannot hide it anymore.

He's never seen Tomioka so worried before.

"I'm sorry, Tanjirou. This is going to hurt, but it's the fastest way I can get you to the butterfly mansion."

"Tomio–"

"Don't speak," it's an order, so Tanjirou nods. His eyes close, but blink back open when they hear the desperation in the water hashira's voice again. "Don't fall asleep. Please... don't."

He can't anyway. Tomioka moves so quickly with Tanjirou in his arms that he feels like he's being stabbed again. He tries not to focus on the pain.

Although maybe passing out would be a good way not to feel it.

"Don't close your eyes," Tomioka begs as a drop of water falls on Tanjirou's face.

It's not a drop of water... he realizes as soon as the Pillar stops abruptly.

"Save him, Shinobu. Please, please save him."

He's in pain. Tomioka's expression is shadowed with so much anguish and despair that Tanjirou thinks for a moment that something else must be going on.

Tears are falling from his eyes. He kneels on the ground with Tanjirou in his arms, pulling him closer to his chest as the insect hashira and Aoi rush towards them.

"Oh, Tanjirou..."

"I cannot lose him, Shinobu. Promise me you'll save him!"

"Don't cr–" Tanjirou doesn't get to touch Tomioka's cheek or wipe away his tears because he passes out.

***

When he wakes up Nezuko is finally out of her box. She takes Tanjirou's hand and places it on her head. He grins and starts caressing her hair.

"Tanjirou."

The voice is deeper than usual, rough. It's a voice that has been used too much to cry, scream or... both.

When he turns his head around he sees Tomioka. The water hashira looks exhausted, his eyes are red and he's completely pale. It's like he's been through hell.

"Are you alright?" Tanjirou asks and regrets it immediately because Tomioka chuckles, but a tear escapes from his eye...

Instead of answering though, he leans over the bed and puts his arms around Tanjirou gently, like he's afraid to break him.

Nezuko hums approvingly, making herself small enough to lie on the bed next to her brother.

"I'm not going to leave you again," Tomioka tells him, almost fiercely. "I hope that's okay with you because I'll follow you anywhere from now on whether you like it or not."

"You don't have to take care of me or protect me, Tomioka-san... You've done so much for us alre–"

"Let me be with you," Tomioka takes both Tanjirou's hands in his as he stares in agony. "I want to... at least try to do all those things for you. I want to be there on your next mission... Please, I don't want to lose y-you."

There's something else hidden in his words that Tanjirou can't figure out. His nose is not helping right now because there's also Nezuko's scent in the room and he's still too tired to think properly.

"Alright," he mumbles, intertwining his fingers with Tomioka's. "Let's be together from now on."

The water hashira sighs, relieved, pressing his forehead against Tanjirou's as a soft smile quirks up the corners of his lips.

Kocho walks in with an amused grin on her face, however, Tomioka doesn't move away.

"Ah. Who would've thought you were such a romantic, Giyuu?"

Narrowing his eyes in confusion, Tanjirou looks from Kocho to Tomioka quickly. The water hashira has moved away, but he doesn't let go of Tanjirou's hand. The grip is not painful, but firm enough to let Tanjirou know he's not planning on going anywhere soon.

"I'd say you should go have some rest since you haven't slept in a while but–"

"Make me," Tomioka glares back at her, determined. But then, his expression softens when Tanjirou pulls his hand closer to his chest. "Thanks for everything, Shinobu."

Surprised, the insect hashira stares back at them both before grinning from ear to ear at Tanjirou.

"You'll be good for Giyuu. I see you have already tamed him."

Tomioka glares at her again, but he doesn't say anything. He just moves closer to Tanjirou.

"Let's give them a couple of minutes alone, Nezuko," Kocho says, offering her hand to the demon girl.

When they leave and Tanjirou looks back at Tomioka's soft expression, he has the feeling that he's missing something important.

Well... He can try to figure it out tomorrow.

***

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dolliedarlin · 3 years

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Hi I’m one of the anons who’s obsessing over the P.A series!!!!! For some reason my brain has been full w diff things that could happen IDKKK! Hope u don’t mind if I dump a few....

TW: this is A bunch of rambling and some grammar errors LMAO sorry

Idk y I c y/n having a stalker💀 this prob sounds rlly weird but hear me out. (To add drama, also I Lowkey wanna c Mina,Sero and kiri get mad idk y-)

Since we all know y/n is the baddest most sophisticated b*tch (sorry idk if I’m allowed to cuss or not LMAO) her Ex lover is still obsessed w her and thinks that they are soulmate even tho they obv aren’t. I feel like y/n knows he stalks her but she ignores it until it gets worst. Like he found out where she lives. (He finds out where she lives while she’s sick which is now loll)

Anyways I feel like Mina would be over at y/ns place and since she’s getting better they are In her living room talking abt who knows what and y/n gets a knock on her door she goes to open it and admittedly closes it looking shocked. Mina being a pro hero is supposed to be able to read body language. Mina ask her if everything is Alr and y/n OFC (stupid a**) says yes. Mina didn’t want to keep pressing the issue so she dropped it until it became a reoccurring thing with y/n and it’s not just her that noticed. She (y/n) is extremely hesitant to open the door and when she does she opens it a little bit. (And then idk her EX does crazy like breaks into her apt and scares the sh** outa y/n) THIS IS WHERE MY BIG IDEA STOPS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 that was a lotta rambling my apologies

Have a great day dollie!

oh no! please don’t feel bad, it’s always fun for me seeing what you dolls would want to happen next

although i don’t plan on bringing any psycho exes into ‘the p.a’ series, as a writer and an avid daydreamer, i can’t help but play around with this idea

warning: there are brief mentions of violence ; this is not a part of ‘the p.a’ series but is just a little thought that i just couldn’t help but try my own hand at also ; i didn’t edit this either 😂 so kindly forgive any grammatical/spelling mistakes

continuing on from your idea...

⏤mina, having the sneaking suspicion that something bad might happen to you that night, notifies the rest of the group later on that day

⏤usually, bakugou was in charge of you during the night and always sat in a chair beside your bed on high alert, ready to serve your every need...

⏤BUT!

⏤now that mina told them about your suspicious behaviour, all of them were put on high alert.

⏤they all agreed to keep you unaware of their intentions by having bakugou take care of you like usual but they made sure that when on the night patrol, they were close by with their radios on and constantly being hyper aware of the shortest route to your residence from wherever they were situated - just in case of an emergency

⏤naturally, they trusted bakugou with keeping you safe but that didn’t mean that they had no worries for you at all

⏤seeing as you usually feel asleep before bakugou switched with the sero, who took care of you in the late evening, you were under the impression that you were alone at home

⏤your current condition disallowed you from comfortably staying awake so you were constantly tossing and turning in bed, brows furrowed and sweating more than usual

⏤”what is she dreaming about?” bakugou utters in frustration as he continues to wipe away the vastly accumulating sweat rom your wrinkled brows

⏤he wasn’t frustrated at you no no, he was annoyed at the fact that he couldn’t make you comfortable no matter how many wet towels he uses to cook your forehead or wipe your sweat clean off your skin

⏤as the night progresses, you eventually fall into a dreamless sleep, far too exhausted to continue stressing over your ex with the added burden of your fever on your body

⏤nevertheless, bakugou continues being on high alert at all times except for when he momentarily leaves to room so as to go to the toilet

⏤this was the perfect opportunity for your crazy ex to sneak into your room via the window bakugou left ajar so as to help cool you down better

⏤your ex was a creepy and disgusting man - someone that you had grown to dislike the more you got to know him and naturally left as quickly as you were able to

⏤what followed was harassment to the highest degree, thankfully you were able to protect yourself due to your self defence training and quirk, however, it didn’t take away the shuddering feeling of being watched constantly

⏤you grew paranoid and extremely fidgety over time and eventually filled for a restraining order. unfortunately, that didn’t work and left you to deal with the situation yourself

⏤you were naive enough to think that you had shaken him after a particularly horrible beating he took from you in self defence. he had come at you with a knife but you were able to disarm him and send him limping home with a dislocated arm, a black eye and a bruised ribcage

⏤over time, you got busy with work and slowly forgot about him, it wasn’t until today that you were reminded of his crazy obsession with you and were thrown into a panic

⏤believing that you were alone at night and in your most vulnerable state, you didn’t feel safe and sought to deal with the situation however you could, even in your dreams

⏤all attempts were in vain, however

⏤bakugou, returning from his momentary break to the toilet came back just in time to see your creepy ex hovering over your sleeping figure. as if you sensed the unpleasant existence stalking you, your body stiffened under the blankets and you began to breathe uncomfortably, beginning to sweat bucket-fulls once more

⏤not wanting to disturb your sleep as rest was the top priority for you, bakugou crept up from behind the unknown figure and instantly went for his neck, choking him into silence as he dragged his thrashing figure outside, far away from you all the while sending a emergency signal to the rest of the squad

⏤in no time at all, the rest of the squad arrived and had your crazy ex cornered. at this time he had already been tied up by bakugou and was ready for a quick chat

⏤”what the hell were you doing with our yn?” kirishima began, sharp teeth grinding together as he clenched his jaw

⏤silence

⏤”speak up, we can’t fucking hear you,” bakugou spat as the others glared on from beside him, their eyes piercing through the moonlight and darkness of the night

⏤”y-yn isn’t yours - that’s the first thing,” your ex finally cracked, giggling creepily in between

⏤”you’re right,” sero began, “yn doesn’t belong to anyone so why were did you break into her house,” it took everything in sero not to lash out but they needed answers

⏤”wrong again!” your ex sang, “she doesn’t belong to you, she belongs to me! i’m her boyfriend!”

⏤”yn doesn’t have a boyfriend,” kaminari spoke up

⏤”that’s right! and if she did, we would have known,” mina agreed

⏤“that’s because she doesn’t know it yet, we broke up but we’ll get back together again soon” the tied up man giggled to himself, “it’s only a matter of time before she realises her mistake and she comes back to me,”

⏤the team of heroes didn’t know what to say, they were so shocked and appalled at what they were seeing and hearing that they couldn’t bring themselves to utter a single word of response, they only listened further

⏤”i hoped she’d come back soon, anyway...but i was getting impatient so i had to try and convince her a little more. she’s been ignoring my love for her all this time, she can’t continue rejecting me for long...” he laughs, “i bet she misses it”

⏤“miss what...?” bakugou didn’t want to know but it had to be said

⏤”i bet she misses being with me. she’s so beautiful and so soft to the touch, she always smells good too and she has such a lovely voice - i want her all to myself, she doesn’t deserve to be anybody else’s”

⏤it was then that the team of heroes just about lost their minds. the creep before them didn’t say anything explicit but the madness in his eyes and the harrowing smile he was displaying was off putting. they dread to imagine what a lowlife nasty sob like him put you through but they saw flashes of unforgivable scenes that sent all of them into insanity

⏤someone so precious to them didn’t deserve any such treatment. you may not have disclosed anything to them strict on being professional but if this man was willing to break into your house...they were fearful to think about what else he was capable of

⏤he deserved a beating from that act alone, actually, and a beating he got

⏤they could’ve killed the guy - they were more than tempted to and it would have been so easy...but he deserved to suffer in jail for his crimes against you so they held back no matter how painful that was for them

⏤the very next day, under their authority and recommendation, the man was locked up for as many years as they could tally up and seeing as they were heroes, they were able to look into his past documentations and found you had filed a restraining order for him under harassment, assault and a number of other things they grew all the more furious at the more the read

⏤they would prefer it if you didn’t realise what they did that night but the media couldn’t let the story of 5 high class pro heroes sending a singular, beaten man to jail for life

⏤your creepy ex’s battered photos were all over the news and you were so incredibly grateful

#love; dollie #precious anon #not part of the pa series #just a little imagining #this was fun

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @vivilove-jonsa !!! A little Vampire!Sansa and Vampire Hunter!Jon for you...

Day 1

Sansa hisses at the man who holds her captive. She cannot remember a time in which she has been so maddeningly angry.

His solemn face betrays nothing and the layers of spells cast in this little bedroom is making it hard to read the thoughts of his mind – not that Sansa ever had perfectly crystal clear clarity on that ability anyway. It was more like snatches of information, radio stations tuning in and out. Either way, what with how so vehemently enraged she is feeling right now, Sansa doubts she could read his driver’s license let alone his mind – all she sees is him... and all the ways she’s going to kill him.

Once she gets out from under these silver chains he has at her wrists.

“Let me go and I won’t hurt you,” she demands, trying not to move where she lays, arms bound above her head.

The man’s grey gaze flickers up to her bindings. “We both know that’s a lie.”

He doesn’t underestimate her then. And he knows far too much about what she is for Sansa to feel any semblance of comfort in his presence. She tugs her arms, wincing at the pain when the silver sears her skin.

“If you don’t move, it won’t hurt,” her captor offers. “That’s why I put the bandages on your wrists.” He nods his head to where she is bound.

“Oh, fuck off!” In her days as a human woman, Sansa never would have dreamt of using such profanity, but she’s heard enough modern girls using filthy language on her television box to know that it is not so frowned upon today. Besides, it felt right... for this situation at least.

Her captor raises his brow and somehow Sansa feels like this should make her blush – if she could blush.

“What do you want with me anyway?”

“I hunt your kind.”

This makes her scoff. Her left wrist moves causing the chain to come into more contact with her skin. She hisses and whimpers, trying to catch her breath. The man – the hunter – he steps into the room now, where he had been looming in the doorway. Reaching over her, he fixes the silver so that it rests securely on the bandages, saving her from further wounds. Her flesh begins to heal, to knit back together until there is barely a scar left behind to tell a story.

Her hunter is still leaning over her. She could try to surge up against her bindings, lunge at his throat. But it would hurt – it would hurt a lot. Besides, she’d still be bound to this bed.

Sansa can feel her fangs slowly protract against her better judgement.

“Vampyre hunters kill my kind.”

The man grunts and straightens. Staring at her a little while longer, his gaze begins to drop down her body before it snaps back up to her face. “How is it that you select the ones you feed on?” he asks, ignoring her statement. “And the ones you completely drain – the ones you kill – they’re all...”

He’s searching for the right label.

“Bad men,” Sansa offers, raising a brow of her own.

Her hunter snorts. “A vigilante vampire? That’s a new one on me.”

“Why don’t you let me go and I’ll show you how it works.”

His gaze is intense for a moment or two as he maps out her face before turning, leaving her with a quiet chuckle.

Day 4

“I’m not feeding on that.”

Her captive looks down at the bag of blood he holds in his hand. “Do you want to starve?”

“Do you actually care if I starve?”

He huffs and leaves the room.

Day 5

She is in a half state of dozing when he enters the room this time, roused by his agitated tone.

“Alright, look. Just drink the fucking blood, ok? If it’s the wrong blood group, I can get a different one, but can you just-”

“It doesn’t matter what group it is, idiot,” Sansa says, shifting on the bed, uncomfortable. “It’s of no use to me if there’s no life in it.”

“No life in it?”

She nods. “If it’s not coming from the source then I might as well be drinking red food colouring for all the good it’ll do. I need lifeblood to sustain me.” The hand holding the bag of blood slowly lowers as her captive’s jaw clenches in discomfort. “Don’t you know anything, oh mighty vampire hunter?”

“Our training centres around killing, not sustaining your kind,” he says, irritated, almost spitting those last two words.

“Then why haven’t you? Why am I still here? Why are you trying to feed me?”

“I-”

He shakes his head and leaves.

When he comes back, much later, he’s dressed in only his undergarments and his hair is wild and messy. He wears eyeglasses on his troubled face. If he was not her captor Sansa could quite easily imagine herself deciding the sight of him was quite becoming really.

But he is.

So she won’t.

“Alright, don’t try anything,” he warns, coming nearer. He looks at her, assessing. His chest is moving up and down with every breath. Reaching up behind his neck, he unclasps a silver chain that he wears, making sure she sees what he holds and the threat hanging in each link of that necklace. Wetting his lips, her hunter juts out his wrist so that it’s offered right in front of her face. “Feed,” he says, the other hand gripping the silver chain. “But don’t take too much.”

She wants to refuse but she hasn’t fed in over a month.

His skin smells like sweat and bourbon – a hint of a spicy cologne. Sansa licks at his wrist. She’s so, so hungry. Their eyes remain on each other and her captor’s lips part as she continues to lap at her chosen patch of skin.

She can smell his arousal. His undergarments are beginning to tent.

“I- what are-”

“Shhhh,” Sansa coos. “This will stop the bite from hurting and make it heal faster.” He looks mesmerised. “You know, the best way to do this is while making love. Humans say it’s euphoric. Wouldn’t it be so sweet to be completely wrapped up in one another, writhing in ecstasy? Why don’t you...” Sansa tugs slightly on the chains at her wrists, making the suggestion.

Her captor swallows and blinks. “Stop it,” he says, though his voice is quiet and hoarse. “I know how your kind like to tempt your victims so just stop it and feed.”

Sansa huffs from her nose. “Suit yourself,” she says, returning to licking at his wrist.

He hardly flinches when her fangs pierce his skin, but the moan he lets slip when she begins to suck sends tingles all over her body.

Day 6

“Is it uncomfortable?” His eyes focus where her wrists rest above her head.

“What do you think?”

A nod of his head and he leaves. Sansa can hear his apartment door close, the lock clicking into place after him. There is no sunlight trying to streak through the blinds when he returns.

“Ok,” he says, standing beside the bed, though Sansa suspects he’s talking to himself in reality. He scratches at his head, turns to walk away only to return.

“Decided to kill me now?”

He actually does walk out of the room then, only to spin at the doorway to face her. “I should kill you. I should’ve fucking killed you a week ago. My superiors think that I have. It’s what I was ordered to do.”

“So why haven’t you?”

“I-” His hand raises to absentmindedly rub at the back of his neck. “I don’t fucking know. I just...” His mind seems to change track and he’s striding into the bedroom again. “Ok, I have this-“ he fishes an item out of his pocket and holds it out for her inspection. Sansa hisses instantly, the object making her feel queasy. He pockets it again.

“What is that?!” She’s never experience anything like it but she could barely stand to look at it.

“It’s a talisman, a seven-pointed-star with a bloodstone in the centre that’s been blessed numerous times by some holy-man in Asshai or some such shit, I don’t know. All I know is that it’s never left HQ since it arrived and it’s meant to ward off your kind.” He stands there, assessing her once more.

Fuck, her head hurt.

“Seems to me that it works,” he says. “Now, if I untie you, you shouldn’t be able to touch me so long as I have this talisman on my person, and if I hang it above a doorway, you shouldn’t be able to cross that either.”

“Just get on with it and get that fucking thing away from me!”

Her captor takes a deep breath before beginning to make quick work of her bindings. “Right, right, sorry.”

Day 7

His stupid talisman hangs above her open prison cell doorway. Try as she may, she cannot go through.

At least she’s no longer tied to the bed.

“How long do you plan on keeping me here?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t really plan it.”

Sansa scoffs. “That’s evident.”

Her captor scowls at her over his folding computer thing.

Pacing the little room back and forth, Sansa comes to a stop as close to the open doorway as she dares. “What is your name anyway?”

His mouth twitches before he answers. “Jon,” he tells her. “Jon Snow.... and you are Alayne Stone, though you changed your name to this after you were turned. Your human name was Sansa Stark.”

Her hands had been on her hips.

They fall now.

“How do you know that?” She hasn’t heard someone say her real name in over a century. She feels light headed.

Her captor – Jon – Jon Snow – shrugs a shoulder and taps on his computer thing. I was assigned to exterminate you. I have your files. The human name wasn’t in there but I did some digging, found out what I could which lead me to a bunch of stuff about Winterfell, and then when I came across this old family photograph from a Northern genealogy site, it was easy to put two and two together.” He swivels his screen around to show her.

Their faces.

A sob leaves her throat.

Day 8

“You really can let me go now, Jon. I won’t hurt you.”

He looks pained. “I... I want to believe you but-“

“But?”

“But I know what you are.”

Sansa feels her lip curl. Maybe she would hurt him. A little.

“Besides, as far as my superiors know, you’re already exterminated. If they catch wind that I let you go –“

“How will they know? I’ll be out of the city before anyone knows it.”

“The Organisation is everywhere, Sansa. They’ll know.”

Huffing, Sansa shakes her head. “So you’ll get a tap on the wrists and-“

“Oh it’ll be more than that-“

As if the universe was trying to prove his point, an almighty crash made Jon spring up from his place on the couch. Somehow, he had a gun already in his hand. “Rast,” he says, his jaw clenching. “If you wanted to come hang out, this isn’t the polite way of going about it. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners?”

The man who had broken down Jon’s door has an answering gun in clutched in his fist as he steps over the threshold. He grunts at Jon’s humour before laying eyes on Sansa in the doorway of his spare bedroom. A rancid grin stretches across his face. “I fucking knew it. I knew you were up to something. Old Mormont said you wouldn’t pull any tricks on us like that but I fucking knew! First I see you comin’ outta that blood bank lookin’ all shady, then the Shielding Star goes missing from HQ, then that fat piggy, Tarly says you’ve been interested in readin’ some of his old dusty books on fangers. I just knew you were up to no good and lookee here.” He flicks the barrel of his gun towards Sansa. At that, Jon starts to shift, moving to put himself between Sansa and his unwanted guest. Rast lets out a horrid chuckle. “Whatchu been doin? Fucking ‘em before you off ‘em?” Sansa hisses, her fangs jutting out sharply. Rast laughs. “Mind you, I wouldn’t mind a go on this one before you stake ‘er. She looks a feisty sort. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this myself.”

“Rast,” Jon warns.

“What’s the matter? Don’t like sharing?” he laughs darkly. “Aw, that’s too bad, Snow, it really is.”

BANG!

Jon’s body jolts back and a grunt leaves him before he falls to the ground.

“Jon!” Sansa cries.

“Looks like you won’t be having a say in it anyhow,” Rast says, grinning. He walks over and kicks Jon in the shoulder making him roll onto his back.

His shirt is rapidly getting soaked in a bloom of wet crimson. Rast puts his boot on Jon’s wrist, pinning the hand holding the gun to the floor. Jon looks over at her, wheezing and coughing up more lifeblood. She feels helpless. He’s going to die.

Turning his wrist as much as he can, Jon takes aim in her direction.

BANG!

Something shatters above the doorway to her little prison cell bedroom and as soon as Sansa can feel it – that sense of freedom - she knows he’s destroyed and dislodged that fucking talisman.

She feels alive.

Before Rast can even fucking blink she leaps onto his back and snaps his neck. His body falls like a sack of potatoes.

She’s in a state of triumph that crashes rather quickly when she hears Jon coughing and gurgling on the floor beside her. When she kneels down, she can see his life leaving, that light in his grey eyes starting to ebb away. He laughs a little though it seems to pain him. “You lot always were so fucking fast.” He struggles to swallow without spluttering. “I’m sorry, Sansa.”

“No, no, no.”

He’s gone.

“No, no, no.”

She cradles him now, feeling grief for the first time in years and years. Looking around, panicked, Sansa’s not sure what she’s looking for.

She knows what she’s going to do – even though she swore to herself she would never.

Biting down hard on the fleshy pad of her palm, Sansa squeezes and squeezes until her own blood begins to drip and dribble from the wound. She reaches for his mouth, praying to Gods she does not believe in that this will work.

Fuck, what if this does work?

Five, ten minutes pass when a wounded sounding groan comes from Jon’s throat taking Sansa by surprise. A shocked sort of laugh escapes her and she opens her wound with another bite, squeezing harder over his mouth. “Come on, moron, drink,” she says, chuckling. He begins sucking sleepily like a babe.

Lifting his bloody shirt, Sansa can see the wound on his chest mending, his new body pushing out the bullet before it completely seals over anew.

That should be enough. His body is already changing. She should leave. He’ll need to sleep for a few hours before he can fully awaken in his new form and she should get herself miles and miles away from here. Besides, that’s what happened to her when she was turned – she woke up alone and very confused.

She should go.

She really should.

Sansa strokes Jon’s hair, the bitemark on her hand now fully healed as she pulls away from his mouth.

... so what’s making her stay?

#jonsa #jon x sansa #vampire sansa #vampire hunter jon #vivi's birthday!#tw blood #tw violence #tw rape threat #just to be safe

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