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sweetest-honeybee · 3 years

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Down to Dust

Chapter 2

Fic Summary: Grian will have to keep the dragon egg secure for the Watchers. But, they’re not the only ones who want it. On a completely unrelated note, Mumbo will have to deal with a version of himself thats only amplified by his No Killing mindset.

Chapter Summary: Mumbo steals the dragon egg. Grian is a little pissed.

Word Count: 1462

TW: Vague threats

Notes: I’m aware that the farms that Mumbo built were in the Nether and the End but for the sake of this fic, they’re both going to be over world farms

Enjoy!

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Grian was sluggish the next morning. He was out much later than he intended, busy experimenting with The Wither and dripstone with his Boatem-mates. It was a success thankfully, and then he went to get more skulls for hours afterwards. He dragged himself out of the portal and to his bed, not hardly bothering to check if Scar did end up moving the egg again. He wouldn’t be surprised, it was out in the open.

Rubbing his eyes, he slipped out of bed and into his day clothes. Slowly, he made his way down the stairs with a yawn. However, his exhaustion was short lived as he saw that the egg was indeed not in its original place. He groaned and grumbled to himself while he looked around for it. If Scar was feeling particularly mischievous, he probably moved it somewhere else entirely. Revenge, he supposed, but even after the previous successful attempts at finding the egg, Scar hardly had an interest in doing anything more than leaving it a few blocks away.

So, Grian searched in nearby nooks. He was surprised at how far the egg might’ve gone and quickly became impatient. If it wasn’t inside, it was likely outside, then. But, with a quick search nearby, he found that it was not. He scratched at his head in confusion, then glanced at Scar’s wagon where the terraformer was detailing a second wagon behind it. Grian decided to pay Scar a visit.

He flew over and landed on the cylinder full of honey whereas Scar was just below him on the main deck. Somehow, he managed to startle his friend into dropping a bee’s nest, the bees escaping immediately from the floor’s impact.

“Aw, I just got them in there!” Scar complained. He then saw Grian’s sour expression. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Where’s the egg, Scar,” Grian asked flatly. “It was left out in the open and now it’s gone.”

This brought Scar some surprise. “It was? Huh, if I knew, I probably would’ve moved it again.”

The builder hopped down from the honey container with a thud. “You’re the only one who tries to touch the egg all the time. Who else could it have been?”

The other fiddled with his cufflinks. “Well, I haven't had it or touched it since I left yesterday if that’s what you’re asking. I was with you guys and The Withers, remember?”

Grian tapped at his chin. “But I was gone for hours trying to get more skulls. It was an easy opportunity, no?”

Scar shrugged. “I’m not all that bright when it comes to that. I wouldn’t have thought much about it. Besides, I’ve been working on my wagon as you can see.” He waved his hands in all directions. “If it wasn’t me then it was probably the one person in this area who didn't help with The Withers.”

The two looked over to Mumbo’s van. The mustached man in question tending to his potato vending machine and deflating at what they assumed was a lack of diamonds.

Grian hardly needed to think about it at all. “That...would make a lot of sense.”

“Exactly so go bother him, then.” Scar made a shooing motion at Grian. “I’m busy.”

The avian laughed. “Oh I’m not done with you, yet. This interrogation isn’t over.” This only made Scar shrink away from him.

He definitely seemed guilty, Grian thought. And, of course, Scar was a terrible liar just digging himself a hole. But, after their conversation yesterday, Mumbo was a definite suspect all things considered. “I’ll go talk to him. But I’ll be back.” He smirked just to tease the other into at least a little bit of fear. He pulled the strings of his rockets and left.

The avian landed harshly to scare Mumbo and much to his satisfaction, did just that. Mumbo dropped the bundle of potatoes in his arms, each landing with a small thump over his feet.

“I should do that more often,” Grian noted aloud. He clapped his hands together while the redstoner bent over to pick up the potatoes. “So, my mustached friend, you wanna tell me where my egg went?”

Mumbo paused, then continued. “It was with you, I thought,” he replied simply.

“Yeah because I told you. What happened to it after I left? You were the only one in the village during The Withers and you had all the time in the world to hide it.” Grian hardly waited to accuse him.

The other stood and feigned confusion. “So you’re saying I have it? Why would I have it?”

The builder crossed his arms. “Didn’t you say you wanted to babysit the egg?”

Mumbo stammered. “I-I mean I did but-”

“Right, so when people babysit, the child goes back to the parent afterwards. Give me my egg.” Grian held out his hand expectantly.

“I wasn’t being serious about it! Could Scar not have taken it?” he questioned.

“Well, it was one of you so fess up or I’ll do something about it myself.”

Mumbo snorted and held out his arms. “Go on then, I don’t have the egg.”

Grian squinted at him with suspicion but shrugged. “Okay. Then I’ll be back tomorrow. Unless you wanna hand over the egg before then.” Mumbo shook his head. “Alright, I’m gonna go bother Scar again.”

As he left, Mumbo let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Of course Grian already connected the dots to yesterday. Mumbo of all people should know that. After saying that he’d be a good babysitter the egg goes missing. He rubbed a hand down his face with a groan. Well, Grian wouldn’t be getting the egg for a while anyways. After the tree war and…several other wars, he could honestly take whatever the builder had in mind.

Curious as to see how the egg was doing, he visited the vault. All seemed well, the egg was still nestled in the pillow. He walked over to it. Nothing seemed out of place. He grinned to himself. Hopefully he could do something with the egg. But, if Grian was going to try to look around for the egg, a vault is exactly what he’d look for.

Mumbo pondered over that thought for a few seconds. Then, an idea struck him. He could take the egg with him everywhere, really. He had farms he planned to build, the egg could just stay with him while he worked on those. Yes, it was a foolproof plan. Grian wouldn’t ever even think to try killing Mumbo for the egg, it was a reckless attempt.

Removing the egg from the pillow, he immediately went to the surface to gather materials for his farms. He’d need enough for days worth of work at least to keep Grian off of his tail and let the builder do as he pleased while he was gone. Grian would likely look around for hours before giving up. This brought a smirk to Mumbo’s face and, if he were being honest with himself, it was hilarious to even think about.

He concluded his search for materials within minutes. While doing so, he had already planned out where everything would be. It was only a matter of going there and doing the rest. So, he set off to do just that.

When he arrived, he sat the egg down by a chest he placed beforehand. He would keep it in his inventory but the last thing he wanted to happen was to die and lose the egg in a series of hoppers, droppers, dispensers, and chests- or, if he was particularly unlucky, having it blown to pieces by a creeper the second it dropped from his inventory. Mambo shuddered at the thought. He only wanted to keep the egg for a little while, not destroy it entirely. Then, he’d have to explain that to Grian which he decided was something he’d be terrified to do.

Shoving those thoughts aside, he began his work. Occasionally he glanced back at the egg to make sure it was still unharmed. Not but minutes later, he fell into a rhythm while placing his redstone and hardly noticed the hours flying by around him. He only noticed the time changing when a pink and orange hue lined the sky’s west.

Mumbo stepped back to the chest to admire his work. Well over half an industrial sized farm finished and thankfully the egg was never displaced. He picked it up and held it in his arms.

“I think it looks pretty good so far, yeah?” he asked, as if the egg could answer. The redstoner turned his gaze down to the egg. “I do wonder if you’ve got anything inside of you.”

He shrugged and placed a bed nearby in a torch-spammed thicket. The sky was growing darker and darker and he didn’t want to have to fight zombies and skeletons.

#long post #hermitcraft #down to dust fic #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #a little shorter this time but y’all will love the next chapter

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janekfan · 3 years

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ive been Searching and Craving for any scenario/canon divergent au where jon and tim make up because jon shows tim thats hes just as much a victim as anyone else and tim is just like... ah. so we're both assholes. and jon insists that tim didnt do anything wrong (and obviously its all very whumpy and hurt/comforty). basically just... tim and jon making up because tim wants to after jon tugs at his heartstrings enough (because im a sucker for the whole "whatve i done" bit)

Here we go!! Sorry these are taking so long but I’m still working on prompts!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26972698/chapters/67878991#workskin

Too Much Chapter 2!

Watching Martin remove the evidence of panic by carefully, slowly, swiping a damp flannel over Jon’s skin, Tim continued holding the cold pack in place. The man between them made a sound, nondescript, shifting enough that his lips parted with a soft sigh as he settled.

“He’s made a right mess of these.” Martin lamented, gingerly lifting one hand to examine the heavy bandages, soiled with fresh blood and coming undone. Not altogether certain he wanted to know what was hidden away beneath, Tim stayed silent. “Would you mind fetching the first aid kit while I get rid of these?” He used the time away to take a deep breath, attempting to gather his rampant thoughts now that he was roped into fixing up their boss. There was always the possibility of giving him the kit and hightailing it out of that place and never setting foot near document storage again but before he realized what he’d done he’d accumulated other supplies he figured they might need and the relief in Martin’s eyes when he slipped back into the room was palpable. Jon’s hands were bare, blisters laid over blisters, broken and bleeding sluggishly from torn welts, one palm layered over with a nasty burn. Tim couldn’t help the noise torn from his throat in sympathy as the walls he’d built around himself began to crumble under the weight of Jon’s wounds--and he wasn’t even the one to bear them! Jon had acquired more scars, more shadows in the gaunt hollows carved into his body by his bones since Prentiss. It was like laying eyes on a stranger, or opening his own and finally seeing what his negligent ignorance had truly cost.

Were these marks, this pain, not proof that Jon had every right to be scared? Paranoid? To suspect them? When it was his own “friends” raising hands violently against him?

“What. Martin, what happened?” He accepted the water, easing Jon’s arm over the edge of the bed and doing Tim the kindness of not reminding him that he’d never cared to know before.

“I couldn’t tell you what caused most of this, but you know. Daisy.” He swallowed, eyes narrowing as he dabbed away the worst of the scarlet slicking his skin and Tim saw red at the reminder. How dare she touch him. “Hush now, you’re alright.” Jon’s arm twitched, an aborted attempt to tug his hand away from Martin’s surely painful ministrations. “Just cleaning these up.”

“Hnn…” Saltwater-soaked lashes fluttered and damn his body’s reactions but Tim was at his side on the cot before he could blink and wholly unsure of what to do now that he was there, settling on running fingers through tangled curls, teasing out the knots as Martin worked. Clouded and slightly crossed, Jon’s glazed brown eyes peered up at him, through him, blinking slow, and Tim could feel the heat of his fever under his palms.

“Hey, bud.” Surprising himself with his own softness, Tim continued combing through his hair. “Close your eyes, boss. Marto’s fixing you right up.”

“Hur’s.” Badly slurred and tinged with vulnerability he wasn’t used to anymore, Jon’s voice sent a chill racing up Tim’s spine.

“I know.” He said anyway. “It won’t soon.” Trust and exhaustion won out, dragging bruised lids closed. “Martin.” Tim didn’t look up, tracing silver strands, so many, with the fingertips. “I would like to know. Please.”

Martin hummed, finished up the first hand, the worst hand, and cradled it over Jon’s stomach in a poor attempt at elevation before starting on the next one.

“I haven’t gotten much out of Jon--not because he won’t tell me!” He amended, remembering the promise Jon had made to be honest with them and clearly worried it would make Tim angry again if he thought he was keeping secrets. “He’s just. I mean.”

“I understand.” After leaving Elias’ office, whatever tenacity and fortitude Jon managed to scrape together after his ordeal with Daisy and Basira had faded quickly. Even Tim wasn’t able to ignore how bad off he was, more along the lines of being unable to explain than lacking any desire.

“I know she, she hit him. He’s bruised all over. Clocked him with her gun I assume, to leave him concussed--I still can’t believe I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s alright. We’ve all been. Preoccupied.” Some of them only with themselves.

“He was filthy, covered in dirt and I think bl’blood? Not his. Or, not all of it I think.” Martin rubbed his own neck thoughtfully, tracing a path that mirrored the red grin carving up Jon’s throat. “I think.” He looked into Tim’s eyes, haunted. “I, I overheard them saying he’d been made to d’dig a grave.”

“His grave.” There was no real proof, not yet. But it felt right. And Tim felt sick. “His hands.”

“The burn is bad, I don’t know how he got it.” A crease formed between Martin’s knit brows. “I. Tim.” He sighed. “You’ve been so furious with him.” He dragged both hands down his face. “Jon’s doing his best. Please, you have to believe that.”

“I think I’m beginning to.” He’d yet to stop his detangling. Jon liked when people he trusted played with his hair, especially when he wasn’t feeling well. Unbidden and effervescent, memories rose to the surface of Tim’s mind, each a different moment, beads of time strung on delicate silk strands. Sasha. Sasha, whose true face, true voice, had been written over and worn, her hands on Jon’s shoulders, working out the tension he carried there despite his complaints. Tim himself draping a cardigan over him where he slumped forward on his desk in Research when he succumbed to sleep. A rare moment at someone’s apartment, Jon three drinks in, flushed bright red and ridiculous, throwing himself into Tim’s lap and nuzzling his stomach until he got what he wanted; hands in his hair, on his back, honest to god cuddles. The embarrassment in the morning would paint him vivid with blush and he would accept the painkillers and tea with a shy grin.

That Jon was still in there.

Right?

For the first time in his career Tim chose to come into work early, heading immediately to doc storage to find Jon curled up against Martin, ruddy face squished against his chest and arm slung over his waist as though he’d recently been clinging there.

And if this had been another time, another universe, he would have teased them both, but the shadows under their eyes were beginning to match.

“We had a hard night.” Martin yawned hugely and Tim caught a quick glimpse of glassy brown at the movement but Jon passed out again in the next second. “Nightmares. You remember Crew?” Tim nodded. “Explains the vertigo. He’s going to want to work.” Martin’s palm found its way to the back of Jon’s head, tucked him under his chin as he exhaled, slow and measured.

“And you want him to rest.”

“He won’t.”

He didn’t.

But the dizziness kept him in his office for the most part and Tim helped keep an eye on him, checking up regularly, awkwardly. It was almost like old times. Except Jon was careful not to speak. Not now that he might force answers out of someone. Not now that he might be hurt because of it. Jon was smart. He tried to remember the things he learned because he only seemed to learn the hard way and right now he was trying to figure out Tim while Tim was trying to figure out himself, wary of the change towards him, confused when instead of lashing out, he asked if he needed anything.

“N’no, thank you, Tim.”

“It’s no trouble.” But it was physically painful to watch the gears turn as Jon balanced the possibility of pissing him off with how uncomfortable he was in this situation. “I’ll check back later, yeah?”

“Uh. Y’yeah. Yes. I mean, yes.” Nervously, he shifted between folders. “Of c’course.”

The day dragged and Jon’s fever and groggy exhaustion lingered, kept barely in check by Martin plying him with the painkillers and fever reducers because he refused A&E. It was frustrating, even if he was looking somewhat improved. When they caught him asleep it was often in the throes of a taxing nightmare. He was a shadow in his attempts to avoid them all, to focus on work, and now that Tim was paying attention he didn’t like how Basira was so cold, how Daisy made Jon flinch on purpose, how Melanie went out of her way to collide with him in the narrow hallways. How he was slight enough, unsteady enough that it sent him into the wall.

How he did nothing about it except murmur apologies and move past them as quick as he could.

Jon was back to pushing himself too hard, not bothering to ask for help because he’d never gotten any before so it wasn’t worth bothering with it now. He was alone. Deserted by everyone except for Martin--and oh the way his expression lit up at the sight of him. How soft his voice became when he thanked him for the tea. Tim knew Martin couldn’t see it yet, or wouldn’t let himself realize, but Jon was taken with him. Smitten. And already believed beyond a doubt that he had no worth. As prickly as Jon could be there was so much love in him just vying for a way out.

How could Tim have forgotten that?

Tim paced the length of the archives three times before heading back to check on Jon, alarmed when the office was empty. Worry, both familiar and unfamiliar, twined its way around his heart. He'd watched as the afternoon hours slipped by and Jon became worse and Tim didn’t bother asking anyone he came across; they didn’t care, he wasn’t supposed to care. But there weren’t many places Jon would go and Tim found him in the breakroom stabilizing himself on the sink. He didn’t react, didn’t turn, didn’t seem to know anyone was behind him, and Tim could make out shivery, deliberate breaths. Jon let go, lifting a hand dazedly to his forehead and staggering backwards such that Tim had to steady him.

“Whoa there, Boss.” Softly, quietly, Tim knew his head was still pounding more often than not no matter how adamant his denial. It didn’t stop Jon from flinching like he’d been struck or attempting to whirl around and only making it all that much worse as eyes filled with fear rolled back into his head and Tim had to catch him outright, lowering him to the floor and pillowing his shoulders in his lap. Unconsciously, he laid a palm over his overwarm forehead, dragging fingers back through damp strands rhythmically and wondering how he’d react to waking up with Tim staring down at him. They were dancing around each other, or at least Tim was. Jon couldn’t do much more than sit at his desk in what amounted to pyjamas and pretend to work in an attempt to wedge some normalcy back into his life.

“What happened?” At least now Martin’s inquiry wasn’t accusatory as he knelt beside them and checked over Jon himself. “How long?”

“Minute. Maybe two? He, uh. I surprised him and when he turned…” he trailed off, gesturing with a sigh.

“Ma’tin…” nothing more than a small breath of awareness in recognition of his voice, eyes still closed.

“You should be at your desk.” Lightly scolding.

“Nn...was col’...tea…” Tim met Martin’s eyes with worry at the barely coherent jumble of syllables caught on his sluggish tongue and he held up a hand, signaling him to wait.

“What’re we going to do with you, hm?”

“...Dunno…” He’d failed to understand the gentle ribbing for what it was, instead answering honestly, tearfully, and it tugged on Tim’s heartstrings. Martin chuckled kindly to ease the sting, moving forward to lift his weight off from Tim and standing still to let Jon wind a hand loosely into his jumper, hanging on for dear life with a gasp.

“You sound tired.”

“Mmyeah...tire’...” And that discordant admission alone was enough to cause alarm, doubly so when his body lost all rigidity in Martin’s hold.

“Martin--”

“Shh, Tim. He’s alright.” Protectiveness urged Tim to follow them back to document storage. Concern made him sit down before Martin asked. “Stay with him? I don’t want him to forget and wander off again. I’m gonna get that tea and something for the fever.” Tim supported his chin with a hand, elbow digging sharply into the top of his knee, and watched Jon sleep. With his eyes, he traced invisible constellations over the worm scars dotting his skin and connected their lines to the ink dark splash of lashes twitching as he dreamed. “What’re you thinking about?”

“How much running I’ve been doing.”

“Mm.”

“How much easier it was to ignore all this if I just hated Jon instead. Blamed him for it.” He lifted his fingers in a bitter and general indication of their unreasonably bad situation. “He’s made mistakes. We all have. And his are the only ones I’m not willing to forgive.” Tears prickled at the corners of his eyes, stung. “Why is that?” His skin blushed with heat when his voice broke on a sob and before Martin could speak they were interrupted.

“Head’spounding…” He could barely keep his eyes open.

“Ah, I’m sorry, love, I know, here,” he was like a rag doll when Martin lifted him. “This’ll help.” Tim watched the ease with which Martin navigated Jon. All sweet and kind, steadying his hands when they proved too shaky to hold the cup, testing his temperature with the inside of his wrist when Jon was distracted with swallowing down the medicine.

“Shouldn’t do this.” Whispered, lost and undone, as Martin tucked him in, gripping back tightly when Jon grew dizzy with the change. “M’sorry.”

“You say that too often, Boss.”

“Hush, both of you.” To Jon, “we can all talk later, when you’re feeling better. It’s okay to need help. It’s okay to rest.” And while he didn’t look convinced, he was helpless against the drag of that heavy, insistent tide of exhaustion.

“Never liked to owe people, our Jon.” Martin sighed, frustrated.

“It’s not a transaction. I wish he’d trust that I only want to help.” Tim snickered ruefully as Martin tucked stray salt and pepper strands behind Jon’s ears.

“He’s always been suspicious of decency.”

“That’s not right.” There was a lot wrong with it, and far too much to solve at this moment.

“You look knackered, Martin. Go home.” He needed caring for after keeping them all together like he’d done. “I’ve got it from here.”

“I don’t want to ask that of you.”

“You’re not asking, Marto.”

“Tim--”

“I need to. I. I need to do this.”

Tim was worried that the only reason Martin left him here alone was because he was too tired to spend another night here keeping an eye on the both of them. He only had himself to blame when it came to the loss of trust.

It was no secret his dislike of Jon.

He hadn’t forgotten his treatment of him just the other day. Yanking him up off the ground and shouting at him, blaming him for his confusion and unsteadiness, for worrying Martin while he’d been the one ill and frightened and unmoored on the dusty floor. A mournful cry jolted him out of his musings, and the nightmare didn’t sound kind, wrenching Jon awake and leaving him panting, narrow chest heaving, eyes wide and unfocused in the dim.

“Hey.” Soft and quiet, it didn’t stop Jon from jumping in surprise, nearly swooning when he jerked his head in the direction of his voice. “Back with me?”

“Tim.” Real surprise, he blinked hard, trying to clear his bleary vision. “Yeah. S’sorry.” Jon offered him a sheepish quirk of his lips.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize, Jon.” He swallowed thickly and Tim could hear the click in his throat, somewhere behind the bandage hiding that yawning red grin from sight.

“Wh’what?”

“I’ve treated you unfairly.”

“No, no, Tim. You. You had every right! I was out of line and suspected the worst with no proof and didn’t trust yo--” Jon was trying to get up, ignoring how it had to hurt, and when Tim made to stop him, he flinched in real fear and backed himself into the corner. “S’sorry. I. It’s, it isn’t you, I swear.” Guilt wrapped around Tim’s heart like a thorny vine at his stammering apologies, at the way Jon laughed at himself and scrubbed his face with the back of a bandaged hand, staring up at the ceiling as new tears pooled in his eyes. “A lot’s h’happened.” When he closed them, the damp rolled down his cheeks into the grey at his temple. “I,I,I know you don’t w’want to hear it. But I, I don’t have anything else left t’to offer and I’m so s’sorry.” Jon tucked up his knees and buried his tear-stained face in the blankets he pulled around himself. Scared and small and awaiting derision. Tim edged closer.

"Jon.” He reached out to touch and thought better of it. “I think. I think I'm ready to hear it now." Consumed by constant fear and torment, run ragged for months and months, when Jon risked glancing up at him Tim could finally look past his anger and see him. Flushed with fever, thin and drawn, bruised and beaten and burned.

But still Jon.

Still Jon, terrified of the kind of help he'd been taught by experience not to ask for. Not to accept. Not to trust. Not to need.

“No, n’no, Tim. It’s.” He sniffed, tried to offer Tim a watery smile. “M’not feeling w’well, heh. You know how I, how I am.”

“I know you don’t take care of yourself.” He continued before Jon could interrupt. “I know I’ve left you to deal with this alone.” Indeed, at the very first sign of trouble, Tim abandoned him to his own devices. “I understand why it’s been difficult to trust me.”

“Not just you.” Tim had to strain to hear him, voice tiny, wavering with misery. “It’s so hard to trust, I have to, to think about it, choose it, don’t I. Talk myself out of how a’afraid I am all the t’time. I can’t even trust myself, my words. I. They. It’s easier to not speak at all, if it can be helped. And I try. But. Tim.” Fraught, brown irises nearly swallowed by black pupil bored into him, begged him to listen, to see. “I’m a monster.”

“Jon--” He tugged at messy curls, ignoring the pain it had to cause, the spots of blood, and if Jon would let him, he would need to fix the wrappings after this. He’d folded into himself even tighter, rocking himself just slightly in an attempt at comfort.

“If everyone is saying it, it must be true. But I’m trying. I promise, Tim, I promise. I was hoping it counted for something, anything. I can’t. I.” He broke off, attempting to pull himself together, face contorted and when he noticed Tim’s stricken expression, stumbled on with half-thought out reassurances. “I, I won’t stop! T’trying, that is. I, I, I want to, to be better. I don’t want to hurt anyone. It’s not about counting, it’s about doing the right thing. Or something close to--it never seems to work out, I’m not. I keep doing the wrong things so I know--but I p’promise--and besides, D’Daisy’s watching, if you’re worried, heh.” He laughed, a little broken thing, tears glittering in his eyes. “She’ll put me d’down. If that makes you feel any better.”

And god how could he think Tim wanted that? Jon, living with the knowledge that any mistakes he made could lead to--

Hanging over his head. Just awaiting collapse.

“That’s. Jon, I don’t want her to do that.”

“Oh. Did.” Tim realized the pause was an attempt at managing his powers of compulsion. “Did you want to? Instead I mean?” Tim recoiled in horror at the genuine curiosity, the dull acceptance that they all might be waiting for their chance. Numbness flooded his fingers. And even though Tim knew Jon was trying to use the right words, the ones that would make him feel better, he was furious.

“How could you think that?!” Jon held up his raggedly bandaged hands, the blisters from digging his own grave and who knows what else hidden from view.

“I, I’m sorry, I. You’re right, that was stupid of me. I’m sorry, Tim, I’m sorry, I--” Tim cut him off by sweeping him into an embrace, pressing his face into his shoulder. He was little more than bones rattling around in a scarred and ruined skin, shaking in his arms, his own held away, stiff. Dear lord, what had he done? “T’Tim? I, I’m sorry I’ve upset you.”

“Stop it, Jon.” And he collapsed, spent from his outpouring, breath loud in Tim’s ear. “Just stop.” Tentative, Jon wrapped him up in return. “I’m going to do better.”

“You don’t--”

“I do. And I am.” Damp soaked into his sleeve despite the silence with which Jon sobbed, little more than uneven, ardent gasping as they clung to each other.

“B’but.” He pressed closer, starved for it. “I.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been so afraid.” Murmured against his shirt, Tim could feel the shapes of his words, the trembling of his lips.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you. You mean. If, if you--I couldn’t stand it. If it wasn’t real.” Desperately, he whispered, thick with tears. “Don’t think I’d survive losing you again.” Too much loss. Too much all around and not one time had Tim thought about who he still had.

“I’m going to help you.” Tim realized then he’d been crying as well. “Like I should have from the start of this mess.” Gently, he pulled him away, took his damaged hands. “Let me get these fixed up. If Martin sees them, he’ll have both our heads on pikes.” For a moment, Tim was worried it was too soon, that Jon would need to hide this vulnerability from him, and he held his breath, until he nodded, just once.

It would take time, but they’d made a start.

#TMA #the magnus archives #tim stoker #jon sims #martin blackwood #pining #mending fences #sick #fever #injuries #fears #blood

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devils-servent · 4 years

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And the were roomates

summary

Mika and the boys are quarantining together, and it's great...till a good ole game of truth or dare gets outta hand and it all goes up in flames. The tension is real.

This exsists because of a post @elvingleaf made, thats here, that post was a normal statement, then i came along and well this....

also @lovedoglover9987 and @loveisafunnything its done~

this gets spicy...

“This is fine, this is fine,” is what she kept telling herself over and over. Face bright red as she sits between these Demons. All eyes in the room were staring at her, basically undressing what was left of her. They could smell Mikas' arousal.

Mika and the boys were quarantining togething due to the virus. The boys all had time off work and she only had to do some school work after being laid off from her part time job at the pink lady cafe.

Mika and the boys lived together for years now anyway so it wasn’t too hard but… due to social distancing in public and the closing of bars and nightclubs the need for energy had become...frequent. Not to mention their presence had become more frequent, mika was usually home alone. Ya know? But the consistent eye candy wasn’t a big issue.

But Mika wasn't quite used to their constant presence, usually there would always be some time alone for mika. No hot shirtless inubi waltzing around the place like they owned it.

Still the boys were nice about it, asking to cuddle with her and watch a movie, have mika sit in their laps while they did something or even just hold her hand. Just little things throughout the day not taking up much time. Just like it used to be before the boys got used to the outside world.

At first…

You see her college work got overwhelming at a certain time leading Mika to spend a lot of time in her room and away from the boys. It also ruined her sleep schedule. So the simple energy grabs were not as frequent and they moved to...well they moved to....they moved to make outs...lots and lots of makeouts and hookups.

Which is fine in theory.... Theory, see those said makeout left mika...frustrated.

Like when she was walking into the library with the intention of swapping a textbook and was startled by james’ sudden movement.

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“James are you okay--” she asked as he rushed toward her, his long strides intimidating Mika slightly as he slowly pinned her to the wall holding back his golden glow.

His enthrallment took her off guard and forced a heated, painful, arousal through her body letting a small moan slip out and James to give a smug little grin. Still his lips quivered, a little desperate, breathing in mikas increasing forced arousal, breathing in her sweet scent, her body sagging under his height as he spoke,

“Miss may i-”

He was cut off with a kiss, a long kiss. A make out session, if you will. Her body pushed itself up against James, not having felt another's sexual touch in a while. Her body molded with his as the kiss turned sloppy, desperate. Bodies grinding against eachother fuling the heated haze they both created.

Or the time Mika and Matthew were cooking, kitchen cupboards are a good thing to rest against in a feisty kiss she concluded. A perfect place to have someone between your thighs… His hands pulled mika closer to the edge of the counter as he knelt between her thighs, face buried between them, tonge teasing her folds and lips suckong her clit as if his life depended on it.

As is a bathroom sink, well not the actual sink. But her back against the cold mirror towel slipping down due to her arched back, as Sam kissed up her neck. Warm lips contrasting the cool mirror she was being pressed against. Head tilted back on the steaming mirror giving access to the sensitive parts of her neck.

Or even the gazebo post, cool nights were amazing weren't they? Perfect for contrasting the waves of heat That coursed through her body with an incubus on either side.Both relashing in her moans, and the energy seeping off her like heat to an oven. Not like she wasn't as hot as one.

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Point is she was and is the boy's energy source, well main source, for the foreseeable future. Not that she really minded. But it was hard, it was like their enthralment bleed off of them 24 hours a day. Being around them sometimes made her become flushed.

A part of her was glad her school work picked up,it helped clear her mind. Release the fog of need that shrouded it.

The other part craved their touch. It missed fingers tracing her curves, hot breath in her ears. Panting in her ears. The crescendo of moans that would reverberate through the halls. The shaking limbs, the desperation that ran through her veins she missed the feeling of an orgas crashing though her body drowning her in bliss.

Even the thought could get her worked up....

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Now there they are, it's a friday evening and all of them are stuck in a competitive game night with remnants of the pizza they’d all had ordered, with a few slices left in boxes around the room. The pizza boxes...well they sat on the couches instead of them, with Mika sat on the floor head in Damiens lap as he played with Mikas baby hairs. Erik sat on Mika’s, left Matthew to the right with Sam by Mathew's side and James in the one free arm chair.

They did this each Friday since this disease had surfaced, the game night, not the pizza eating. It was James' way of ‘keeping the morale’ also known as not becoming hermits to any games console or internet reaching device. But all of them were bored. They’d been doing it for weeks and it was starting to become repetitive.

Sighing sam reached for his phone, “it's not even 9 pm, so I can't even go to bed yet”

Damien chuckled at his brother's annoyance. they all had played everything from monopoly -which got stopped due sam getting huffy at james owning a third of the board- to uno which damien had unsurprisingly won.

Perking up matthew smiled, “lets play truth or dare”

An unceremonious grown erupted from Mika and sam caused Erik to chuckle at the pair of them and their whining, ”It won't be that bad Sam, hehe, princess”

Matthew nodded in agreement “and besides we've never played as a group,or...or at all actually?” he questioned getting a nod from damien.

“I'll play,” Damien offered, his hand playing with Mika's hair as Erik smiled in agreement.

“As will I”

“I see no harm, Miss?.'' James said, giving a smile, as he joined all of them in sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. Mika followed suit leaving only Sam's opinion.

“Ugggg fine, how are we deciding who chooses who or whatever” he tried to whine but Sam was interested, all of you could tell.

Mika shrugged, muttering that she “doesn't think this will end well” as Daimen chuckled above her sitting her beside him and earning a mini glare as he took away the comfortable spot in his lap--

“Pass me that empty bottle Sam?” Sam tossed the bottle to Damien as he set it on the floor between them,

“There who ever spins it gets to ask who it lands on truth or dare.”

“Oh like spin the bottle then?” Mika asked and was given a nod as Erik piped up, ’Would You like to play that instead?’ and was shot down by James for obvious reasons.

“Let's play,” Matthew reached for the bottle as sam piped up,

“We aint playing no kids game. You gotta ask hard questions and whoever doesn’t answer-” He shot out of the room only to come back with a bottle of vodka and some shot glasses,

“takes a shot, OR,” he silenced james’ incoming argument “ they take off a piece of clothing.” he smirked at Mika, the fuckin pervert.

Mika could pretend she was surprised but he always was a perv. Taking any chance he got to slip his wandering hand up her skirts while they’d be watching a movie or even just eating dinner. His fingertips would trace the edges of her skirts and shorts. Hands would dip in to the waistband of her sweatpants and he’d always try to---

“The person either drunkest or nakedest has to do whatever the most clothed/soberest person says for 24 hours. Deal? “

Mika shrugged and the other brothers nodded. James added that they cap it at two shots and all of them reluctantly agreed. Upset at the thought of a cap on getting hammered.

Mika had a decent tolerance (technically the lowest in the room though, fuckin demons ) and had the most clothing on in the group, wearing a baggy hoodie over a shirt and skirt, and rocking a pair of taco socks. Mika’d be fine in comparison to the rest of the group. She was basically the most dressed. Besides this wasn't a question she wouldn't answer...

Agreeing to the spicy terms Matthew spun the bottle and it landed on-

“Sam! Truth or-”

“Truth pipsqueak,”

Matthew looked at Sam and gave an impish grin, “Ugg I was hoping for dare but...Share with everyone the DELIGHTFUL nickname You used to get called, ya know back in the plains”

Sam glared and immediately reached for the shot only to have it snached by Mika. “No no no, Sammy share this because i've gotta know”

He looks delightfully pissed, both at the situation and at being called Sammy,

James surprisingly egged it on “Sam it wasn't that bad” followed by Eriks sinister chuckle.

He growled and rolled his eyes “Its, ugg fine i used to get called fuckin handlebars alright, it’s not-- what are You laughing at doofus”

Mika wheezed into her hands as he gave a grumpy look, body rolling back, Mika curled on the floor and Damien patted her on the back muttering, “breathe” through his own sniggers.

Coming back to her senses, Mika sat up, looked Sam up and down before muttering “handlebars huh?” Mika knew it was from his demon form, but man she never made that correlation. It did make sense though....

Mika offered an innocent smile ”You didn't have to tell us Sam, You could have stripped a little.” Mika winked, getting a frustrated huff as he spun the bottle.

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The game went on for a while before the questions changed pace, started by Sam (obviously) who didn't like how sober and clothed Mika was, oh and his brothers...they qualify for the sober part.

As his spin landed on Mika as he chuckled darkly. “Finally, truth or dare doofus”

Every bone in Mika's body told her to pick truth so the word truth left her mouth. Sam grinned. That grin makes mika shudder internally.maybe she shouldn't have…

“Hoped you would. What’s your wildest fantasy?”

Mika’s cheeks heated up and Mika gulped, forcing her mind to stay as blank as possible, there was no way she was saying that, not to the people involved. No way. No way. No---

James grinned as he drank some tea and Erik grinned at Mika. Matthew looked shocked at his brother as Daimen looked at Mika in curiosity...mainly. Every Person in that room had varying degrees of lust in their eyes, well not People per say...they were truly acting like lustful little demons.

Sighing she reached for her hoodie, pulling it of and placing it on the couch, “umm yeah...No thanks”

Erik smirked, “wow princess, we’re wounded. You don't trust us?” Mika stuck her tongue out at him and spun the bottle having it land on-.

“Truth or dare Damien?” she spoke head tilted to the side and he tilted his to match,

“I'll say umm, truth too.”

“Fuckin lame asses” Sam felt he needed to comment.

“Sam we all know we’ll only pick truth for most of the game anyway we want dirt on each other, But Damien, Who’s the most frequent person you’ve ever fantasized about?” Mika asked gently as his eyes wided and he went a glorious shade of red.

“I...fuck it was...nope im not doing it” he pulled of his shirt.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

And with that more rounds went by with questions like that were definitely not okay to ask as Roommates, however they were asked and ended up leaving all of them in various states. Mika with 2 shots, two missing socks and a missing shirt added on to her hissing hoodie. Earning the comment “nice bra princess” from good ol’ erik.

Not like he could say much, with questions that he wouldn't answer, meant he was 2 shots down and only in pj pants, his socks and shirt discarded. James followed a similar path being left in his black sweats and one sock, with 2 shots, he didn't take too kindly to masturbation questions, that's all she would say. Matthew had taken off his undershirt but left on his shorts and jacket, he however was 1 shot down. Damien in a similar strife to Matthew has only one shot down, he's only missing his shirt socks. Then there were handlebars, Sam, he was left in his sweats and was two shots down, in hindsight, Mikas questions really were not the fairest of questions...were they?

It all led up to this glorious question from James after Mika picked Truth, “miss since you've had so much fun asking inappropriate questions , I’ll ask you one...”.

What? The’d already been asking some inappropriate questions to her, She--

“Miss” James smiled, to call it an evil one would be an understatement. “When was the last time you masturbated?”

Matthew snorted at her embarrassed face as Sam coughed...Mika was screwed, she’d already had all of her two shots, it was answer or be in her underwear, There was no way she was answering that.

Mika jolted up off damiens lap, having him on her right hand side now as she covered her mouth in surprise.

Truth is, it had been a while. Mika tended to do it when all the boys were out of the house and due to the virus...it's been months. She was a little frustrated but mainly held it together she could just use the boys but she liked getting herself off. Not to mention he had not hooked up with any of the boys in a while. They mainly just used makeouts. Mika longed for something to be inside of her.

That question however...it threw Mika off her game.

Daimen laughed from beside Mika ”It's really been that long, has it?” Fuck, Damien idly smiles at her panic as Erik looked Mika up and down his gaze was hungry...All their gazes were hungry?

“How long has it been princess…”.

Mika signed a little embarrassed at the question before standing up and grabbing the waistband of her skirt untying the bow with the intention of pulling it down but-

“NO NO NO- “ Sam interrupted sating at Mika, “you wouldn't let me drink earlier so this is payback, tell us doofus,”

Mika scared incredulously at him before he smiled idly at her, just waiting… she sat back on the floor in an embarrassed heap, making sure she was looking at anywhere but the boys as she mumbled her confession, “A couple months ago,”.

“Pardon me miss but i don't think I heard that-”

“A couple of months ago,” Mika confessed face burning, looking up to see lustfully surprised gazes.

“And why would that be miss?”

Mika found Herself standing up with the intention of racing out the room. But she was quickly grabbed and lightly pulled into Eriks lap, his head on her shoulder and his one arm around Mika and his hand on the other side of her head forcing her to look at james.

He spoke into her ear, “and why's that princess?”

Mika squirmed in his lap, the feeling of him in her ear made her core go mental. It rumbled from deep within Mika. not to mention they way he had her sat her legs were a little open one lowered glance and---

Damien found himself answering for Her. “She doesn't want us to hear her, so she does it when we're not home, or sometimes when we're asleep.” Mika blushed and pulled at eriks arm. He just grinned against Mika's ear.

Matthew smiled, “what were ya thinking about huh?...Tell us the fantasy you think about...” He teased all the boys and sat a lot closer to Mika than before.

Eriks hold relaxed but Mika found herself staying in his lap. His touch did not help the burning in her core but it was nice. Mika shook her head as Sam's eyes flashed a bit gold,

“Not gonna tell us are you doofus?” His voice came from beside Erik, his hand was making his way up her leg and teasing the waistband of her skirt before dipping underneath it.

“What's your biggest fantasy Princess?”

Mika moaned out as Erik breathed on the shell of her ear, James and Matthew sat in front of Mika as Damien sat to eriks side. The rim of each pair of eyes tinted gold, they aren't even trying to hide the arousal in their eyes or voices.

They watched her red face as James spoke, “you've been a little bit of a mess huh miss? Well, we’ve wanted this for months. Do you want us? Heh, want us to fix the frustration you've been trying to hide from us?”

“This is fine, this is fine,” is what Mika kept telling herself over and over. Face bright red as Mika sits between these Demons. All eyes in the room were staring at Mika, basically undressing what was left of Mika. They could smell Mikas' arousal. It poured off her body

All movement around Mika stopped as they awaited Mikas answer, Mika nodded weakly, captivated by the promises within James' words.

“Yes” Mika nodded as James pulled Mika upward, Sam moved the boxes off the couch as Mika was pushed into Damiens lap on the wide armchair.

His lips kissed over the one side of her neck as Matthew kissed the other, Sam sitting in front of Mika opening her legs as his hands traced the outside of her underwear.

Erik knelt in front of her and spoke slowly lust in his voice, “well im disappointed, we're glad to help you, you could've said something sooner.” he smirked and held her knees and his hands began to trail fingertips up her thighs.

Mikas breath hitched as Sam's fingers pushed into her underwear, putting pressure on Mikas clit as he moved in slow circles varying pressure.

“Eriks right you know” James' voice appeared from behind her, he seemed to be leaning over the back of the chair, his head by Mika's ear.

“you know we would help...we’ve helped before...individually anyways”

Mika moaned out at the implication of his words. It was true all of them had hooked up before. They had all bedded her separately even in the odd threesome but never together not all at once. Could she take it?

She snapped out of her mental spiel as lips connected with the skin on her breast, a little moan escaped her as she whined. And james continued talking,

“You know miss, as much as we admire your work ethic...it left us starving… and that's not too good is it?”

Mikas back arched into the chair, as sam sucked hickeys on her inner thighs, his and erik's hand the only reason her legs weren't wrapped around someones head. She could feel her core pulsing in desperation, she wanted more… needed more. Mika whined at the teasing touches, lips ghosting over her skin.

Mika moaned into James' lips as they connected, back arched in an attempt to keep the connection. James teased her bottom lip with his tongue before they deepened the kiss. Mika barely realised the hickeys being sucked on her skin or the pesky finger opening up her bra. Feeling the warm air hit her nipples, Mika moaned at the feeling of somebody's breath on them, their teeth grazing it lightly and suking it as it got hard in his mouth.

Mika cried out in desperation as all touches left her body, her lips parted and eyes heavy with lust, the boys hungry gazes could be felt all over her. She barely realised they were all smirking at her needy state. Her chest heaving, she looked around at the boys before mumbling a small “please” and movement picked up again.

“Your room Mika? Damiens voice was lewd; a husky snarl as he began to stand up.

“Wait...Wait...mnh...” Mika tried to protest but she was already getting picked up by Sam. Breasts pushed against his bare chest as he walked with her in his arms. Heavy breathing and full looks were shared between you as Sam used his super speed to speed away from the rest of his brothers.

His lips briefly connected with mika before he threw her on her bed, watching her bounce before crawling on top of her, his arms cageing mika beneath him. Their initial kiss was rough, his chapped lips moving quickly against her soft ones. Pulling away his voice a lust ridden growl.

“If we weren't starving to taste you again” he moaned, “we’d tease the hell outta you~”

His knee coming between mikas clothed core and moving against it, the small amount of friction heightened mikas arousal. She found herself grinding down against his knee, hips rolling involuntarily back and forth, back and forth. Milking the friction she was getting. Before he pushed his knee into mika and smirking as the moan she let out.

Pulling her in his lap he leant against the headboard as his brothers strolled in, mika turned to look at them only to have her head snapped back by sam and she was kissed again, she showed no resistance to this whatsoever, in fact she was the first one to close her eyes and part open her lips. he pecked her once, making sure she wouldn't back off, then went in for a deep kiss. he found her tongue and it willingly danced with his.

She broke off the kiss to breathe, only to moan when a pair of hands pinched her nipple from behind her and her back arched into them. Head on his shoulder she saw Matthew's evil little smile as she was led down the middle of her bed on her back.

All the boys stared down at her, her hair splayed around her like a halo and her red tinted face.

"You look adorable mika" Damien said and kissed her again on her neck, lingering this time... kissing, licking, drooling and suckling on the same spot. Mika immediately reacted to the hot and wet sensation on her neck, arching her body for a second as her clit throbbed and her breathing shook.

"Please don't stop..." she gushed while she kept shaking and moaned.

The moan of pleasure from mika made damien groan into her neck, in turn making mika moan, blind to whatever was happening anywhere else in the room mika laid in bliss.

She couldn't help it now, moans coming out involuntarily, he heated haze becoming painful to lingerie. She felt like an over cooked meal.

His lingering, messy kisses on her neck, cheek and ear continued but he also dragged his hand down her soft body to her inner thighs and fully flipped up her skirt exposing her wet underwear. She jolted when his gentle fingers rubbed her hard little clit through the thin cloth of her briefs, she squeaked and moaned but didn't resist.

Nor did she resist when she felt her legs get lifted up and her skirt come off and get thrown, feeling the cooler air brush against her underwear.

Feeling eyes on her body as she arched her back, Pretty soon her briefs were soaked in arousal, she blushed intensely knowing that someone's fingertips were covered with the fluid seeping through her panties but she still wished this could go on forever.

But of course it couldn't, just a couple of seconds later she felt tingles on every nerve ending as her entire body tensed up. Hips involuntarily rolling into the movement of somebody's fingers, Her pulsing core cumming and cum easily went through her already saturated panties, she went limp and breathed out the longest sigh. She still wanted more.

As the high-pitched breathing from Mika winded down, Sam lifted his fingers, they dripped with her cum once or twice. He smirked as he smelled them, then licked them making eye contact with mika as he did. Infatuated with her taste he then greedily sucked anything left on his fingers.

“Sam” she breathed.

"Was that good?" Matthew asked, a voice coming from her side barely recognizable due to the lust shrouding it..

"Yesss..."

“Good because we're not done yet….” and with his words Erik pulled off mika panties and threw them across the room, giving a smile at the sugar she made when the air touched her sensitive core.

Mika felt her legs go over his and Sam's shoulders, heaving her exposed to the pair as James lips wrapped themselves around her nipples, Matthew looked up at her as if looking for approval again before he began his assault on her breasts, James didn't care for such mannerisms in bed. she nodded to Matthew, Then he looked for the pink, perfectly round nipple and licked the tip, making it harden in his mouth, and pressed his lips around it. He suckled, licked and drooled all over the aureole, making even Mika moan as she stroked his hair.

Matthew was in heaven always loving his mouth on mika's tits, and she was enjoying it as much as he was. He traced his finger up and down her stomach, aiming to keep her moaning as much as he could. To return the favors to the pair, she stroked the head of his penis very gingerly with the tips of her fingers, sliding his foreskin back just before its limit and then pulling it over the glans again.

Mikas' breath escaped her as she felt a mouth on her folds. Not knowing who it was due her head being cradled in damiens lap, tilting her head as much as she could while being led down, she was the other red head between her thighs.

Erik started out slow, with his tongue coated in saliva, licking from the bottom of Mika’s pussy to her clit. As soon as he reached the top, Mika moaned out at the slight change in pressure, Erik ignored the whines and beggs and kept licking her pussy with long strokes of his wet tongue, focusing on her clit sneaking a finger in or two just to stretch her out a little bit.

When Erik was satisfied with how much wetter Mika had become, he started licking in between mikas pussy lips and all the folds of her hooded clit. Erik was in love with the taste of Mika's pussy and couldn't help but keep licking everywhere he could taste the sweet flavor. He soon found that the flavor was best inside of her pussy, Not like he didn't know that already, he just loved to tease her.

With more vigor, Erik started digging his tongue deep in her pussy searching for more of those soft ridges that produced wonderful moans. He could vaguely hear mikas horny rambles and begging, from what he could hear she was getting close.

He started flicking his tongue and quickly eating out Mika. he saw Mika grip the sheets hard. His face was filled with more of her pussy as she bucked her hips into his face, using him for her own orgasm, Not like he minded, and suddenly Eriks mouth was flooded with mikas juices.

“Ah~ UZAERIS”

Mika found blanked for a few seconds and found herself in James' lap, back to his chest and legs spread out for everyone to see, Erik appeared at her side as their lips connected, she could taste herself on his tongue, and his lips. Her own juices painted his mouth as she kissed him.

The kiss was broken by a moan, the blunt tip on Matthew's cock running up and down mikas pussy, dipping into her dripping hole only to pull back out and smirk. Mika moved to roll her hips only to have Damien hands drab them and hold them down.

“Mika~” matthews voice teased, “what do you want mika~”

Mika groaned her body aching for more and the enthrallment of five incubi definitely wasn't helping.

“Say it mika” Not damien too~

She shuddered as he teased once again mikas words spilled out with no filter, “pleasejustfuckmeyouknowiwantitplease!!”

And Matthew's hips crashed into mikas and her eyes rolled back as they did so, her body moaned uncontrollably as she was pounded by him. Back shifting all over James' chest, her moans were unavailable as his hands traced her nipples, one hand coming to pinch it as Erik sucked a hickey on her breast.

Mika couldn't concentrate on anything, her body enjoying the attention everywhere, her breasts, her neck, her clit. she didn't even realise when she clenched around Matthew's cock.

“Zecaeru~..zecaeru….ugghuuuu… ZECAERU~” mikas body tried to pull his cock deeper as she came around it, the pulsing feeling as if it was dragging him into her body further. Matthew on the other hand kept at his pace fucking her though her orgasm and the few after shocks

She felt herself melt into James' chest as she came down from her high, but alas, Sam's hands pulled her off of his brother's chest and she landed face down ass up in front of sams cock.

James groaned at the sight of mika, all her holes just there offered to them, James' hands pulled her waist up to his cock as he shuffled closer and entered her. Mika, becoming more and more sensitive, reached back to grab his hands to slow his pace, but ultimately having her mouth stolen by Damien who made her face him instead.

He tapped his cock against her lips as she opened them, relaxing her mouth around it. She felt a soft tingle at the back of her throat, and it soon became numb to damiens cock. Mikas eyes were rolled back as Damien fucked her mouth and james her pussy.

She had no clue whose fingers were on her clit but, the fast movement they were making had mika moaning around damien and it wasn't too long before mika felt herself cum around james cock damien pulling out just in time for her to moan out,

“RAESTRAO”

Mika collapsed on the bed, heavily breathing and did not fully register her body in damiens lap and his cock at her entrance. Her legs open over his thighs, his cock teasing her entrance he pushed his hips up and watched her eyes roll back. Mouth agape.

Their lips briefly met, her soft ones touching him in a hazy rush before a loud moan was forced out of her by her ribs being roughly grabbed from behind. His body jolted up and down his cock as he fucked her. Hand sat loosely in her hair, just to keep her steady. As he guided her up and down his throbbing cock her pulsing pussy made it pleasurable for the pair of them.

Mika soon began to tremble and moan, fingers digging into the nape of damiens neck as she rutted against him desperate for her next orgasm. Sam's fingers on her clit as she rolled her hips up and down. All suddenly coming to a stop as she came over damiens cock.

“Ahhh ahah, Izroul~” she moaned contentedly.

Her body pulsing, she craved more. In the back of her mind she was becoming exhausted but her pussy was aching.

For seconds Her mind went completely blank when Sam finally put his cock inside of her. The thick, smooth tip slowly but firmly entering her, brought waves of sensation to her core. As she arched her back against his chest.

As he pushed it in more, she could feel how his cock was stretching mika out bit by bit even with how wet she was. When his tip inevitably hit all mikas hidden spots that she forgot even existed, her moans became louder.

"Oh yes..." his slow movements allowed mika to let out a coherent moan.

Not long after that, her whole body jolted up with Sam's rough thrusts, just moving quicker and quicker until mikas berthing was erratic and her words a jumble. What she thinks is james’ fingers rub her clit as she comes all over Sam's cock body twitching, shaking helplessly.

“Uhhhhh Aomaris!~”

Mika acknowledged the fact she was shifted of fo sams cock, Moaning at the new cock at her entrance she saw erik smile up at her,

“Last time now princess, i think i'll be cumming right it HERE”

As he said here he thrusted up into mika, hand on her hips as he rolled his into hers. Head tilted back as she moaned out, hands coming to tease her breasts, a hand on her clit and what she knew to be sams cock in her mouth.

The hands pinching and circling her nipples, one hand would grope her breast and the other would pinch her nipple.

The fingers on her clit moved in quick circles, fingers that specifically touched her clit applying more pressure than the others as it moved.

It took all of sams control to not fuck mikas face, her tounge running under the ridge of his head and teeth kightly dragging on the sensitive nerve here and there.

Room filled with moans and groans from each person until mika clenched around eriks cock causing him to also freeze mid thrust,

“Ghghghgh,~” mika moaned out head pulled off of sams cock and tilted back.

Erik buried his cock deep into mika as he came inside of her, Sam cumming all on her face, and neck and James Damien and Matthew all over her bare chest.

Mikas' chest heaved as she was pulled off of eriks cock and laid on her bed.

Mika smiled in bliss as the boys looked down on her, all of them struggling to catch their breath mika included.

Sam brushed her hair out of her face as Mika tongue out.

“Ugg how are you even awake” he smiled at her cum covered face,

Mika shrugged as she reached up and scooped some of his cum on her finger, watching it drip before she smiled at it and put it into her mouth. Sam's breath hitch as mika sucked on her fingers innocently, causing the others to watch incuriously.

Mika feeling all her eyes, and in her semi drowsy state decided to tease a little bit, dragging her finger up the valley between her breasts and sucking the cum off of them.

A groan escaped them as mika moaned at the taste,

“Don't play these games mika” surprised at the use of her name she smirked innocently.

“And why not Raestrao?”

Mika binked as she felt james fingers inside of her curling up to her g-spot as his thumb worked on her clit,

“We will drain you mika~ have you begging for Mercy”

Mika cried out as her sensitivity increased with a brief round of enthrallment as she came all over James' fingers, now hers and Erik cum leaking out of her. Her body shaking relentlessly she cried out before she passed out in a sweaty come covered heap.

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She awoke to soft sheets, and the light trickled in through the open balcony doors. Shedding herself of the remaining glimpses of sleep, her eyes were still shut as she soaked in the warmth of the covers before letting her green eyes see the sun's rays.

She basked in them for a while, the warmth soothing her aching body, pushing the cover off she saw her bare thighs and stomach, littered with marks a reminder of what she could assume was the evening before. Her skin felt as if it were glowing and she was truly surprised at the very little aches and pains.

her muscles felt weak, unlike her energy. She let out an exasperated sigh, groaning as she laid back in the soft puffy blanket, What time was it? How long had she been asleep? Did she have clothes on? Well she knew the answer to the last question.

Her bedroom door clicked open as she looked to the culprit or should she say culprits,

“Morning~” still as bubbly as he usually was, Matthew bounced into the room and sat beside her. Soon everyone else walked in too, James carrying a plate of breakfast and damining a glass of water.

“We thought you might need it miss” he smiled, his appearance looked soft due to him in his sweats.

All the boys were in pjs and mika sat naked, well minus her blanket. Mika smiled as she bit a piece of toast, her blanket cover shifting slightly as all the boys sat on her bed with her, all just basking in each other's company.

Running his finger though Mika's hair from behind her, Sam smiled before asking, “hey doofus?”

“Mmmhmmm” mika mouth full of food,

“You never did tell us your biggest fantasy”

Mika looked back to see sams glowing golden eyes, quickly turning from him she looked around only to find everyone else's eyes the same color…

“Ah fuck me…”

“Again princess?”

“As you wish~”

“Really doofus?”

“We dont mind~”

“haha, really that's it~”

Mika paled “Damien i swear~”

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HONONRARY TITLE "Mikas quarantine orgy".

#seduce me #seduce me the otome #sedcue me demon war #james incubus #erik incubus #sam incubus #matthew incubus #damien incubus #mika anderson #seduce me 2 #seduce me 2 the demon war #i wrote that #someone take writing privleges away #seduce me otome

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musashi · 3 years

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are there any stories/facts about your job/coworkers you can comfortably share? maybe something cool they did/you did with them recently? anyone that stands out in particular among them, without getting too specific for. clear reasons?

what's cheeseburger up to atm? any notable stories or anything about him recently, or has he been just living his best life as usual?

which of the skyloft NPCs do you particularly like? for arguments sake, this is excluding the more story relevant ones, so no groose + his gang, no zelda obviously, etc.

as an opposite to that, talk about groose! i've always loved him as a character, and the bits you've said about him and his relationship with link and zelda is always great! also, any notable kin memories you have of groose? especially things that occured after he left skyloft, or even after the demise fight. what did he get up to after the credits rolled?

fun stories about your loftwing? were there any traits you and him shared notably? or any that were more opposite?

what are some of your favorite things about your favorite iterations of zelda? what i mean by that is like... what do you like best about tetra/wind waker zelda? what about skyward zelda? botw zelda? they're similar but all unique people, so what endears you the most about each of them?

i know this is a lot, so don't feel like you have to answer in any specific time frame. take as long as is comfortable, and i hope this helps!! ~🍄

these are so many!!! thank you for being so generous!!!

most of the ppl i work w are. kinda rude to me all the time so i mostly just drown them out so i don’t go insane. but there is this one kid who is just, like, a ray of sunshine every time he walks into a room. and he works so hard and he cares about his work and i feel like he’s the only bitch who gets me. we vibe over zelda and will just get into debates about the lore on the clock and i look forward to seeing him a lot.

what's cheeseburger up to atm? any notable stories or anything about him recently, or has he been just living his best life as usual?

he’s just doin he. he sleeps a lot. sometimes in boxes. sometimes under beds. sometimes directly on top of me.

a few weeks back i went to the ER for what i figured out was a kidney stone and while i was literally on my bed writhing in pain trying to hold out until my grandparents got there cheeseburger just like, jumped up on top of me and immediately starting pissing on me, as if to say haha, check this out. i can urinate better than you.

which of the skyloft NPCs do you particularly like? for arguments sake, this is excluding the more story relevant ones, so no groose + his gang, no zelda obviously, etc.

i love all of them so much oh no... everyone i love i love for kinnie reasons like i am tempted to say jakamar cause even though he’s kind of a sleazy dude he, as previously mentioned, smuggled me woodscraps to whittle fsdgjkfsgh

but parrow gives good hugs. and henya always has snacks hidden somewhere. and pumm will give you soup on the house sometimes if he can tell you’re in a rough mood. and and and........ i wuv skyloft. this is all kinnie bullshit actually.

talked about him a lil bit in my last ask hehe

fun stories about your loftwing? were there any traits you and him shared notably? or any that were more opposite?

aepon & i were the kind of pair where we seemed really dissimilar on the surface but i think if anyone actually knew us they’d be able to discern pretty quickly that we were 100% twinning. like at face value i was a pretty calm and quiet person who was just, like. spacey and sleepy and vibing while things happened around me, and aepon was this absolute speed demon who had the biggest, loudest presence any time he entered a space. ppl in skyloft called him my red terror.

but the thing about my bird is that he was stubborn to a fault, and recklessly brave, and he just didn’t. stop. and he loved fiercely, the second i was awake in the morning i’d hear him circling overhead and shrieking his happy little shriek, he’d fill my head with all his thoughts of hanging out with me while i was trying to concentrate on work. all those things, we had in common, but i wouldn’t have been able to tell you that. someone like zelda probably would have.

i think the best representation of it is at the beginning of everything when the tornado took zelda, the both of us just. dove right in. nothing else mattered, no conflict existed within either of us, i didn’t have to steer him in or send my intentions into our shared headspace, he just turned into an arrow flying straight into danger, and i went with him and we were one living being. like that’s our core. we are very opposite, until shit gets real, and then we are this beautiful unity tearing through the clouds.

HOW DO I COUNT THE WAYS I LOVE ZELDA AHHHHH

oot!zelda’s determination to defy fate... the way she refuses, from the start, to give in to darkness even though she’s only a little girl. the way she sees my commoner ass just waltz up into her private garden after breaking into her house still dressed in my stupid forest clothes and shes like. oh fuck yeah, wanna help me overthrow the gerudo king? and we’re, can’t stress this enough, ten. she’s so confident like she never worries about being powerless or out of her element, she never for a second believes this isn’t something she can fight. and when everything goes to shit she just keeps fighting!!! and still has the time to remind me that i can keep fighting too!!! literally where did she get that personality i love her so much!!!!

tetra’s fucking... simmering fire. her perfect balance between action and thought. like you can tell she’s pissed off and wants to start throwing punches but she always has the self-control to assess if it’s the thing to do in the moment. I CAN’T DO THAT!!! i’m pissed off i want to swords!!!! that motherfucker over there is PROVOKING ME!!!!! and tetra has the same fire inside her but she’s always just, like, “shut the fuck up, link. put your sword away. we need to get the jump on him.” and im like, AHHHHHHH because she’s always right. literally always. i don’t know how she does this but i think about it constantly. i love her level head and her scheming heart and her choice to carve her own destiny. i like how she finds out she’s a legendary princess from an age long past with sacred blood and shes just like ‘that’s cool but actually i’m tetra and i like to cuss and steal.’ and just does that forever. it resonates with me especially because even though the gods acknowledged me as the hero of winds i, like, wasn’t a ‘true’ incarnation of the hero. it’s just what i decided to be with what i was given. she and i are two sides of that coin and there is something beautiful abt that i don’t have words for. in a lot of ways she was my inspiration.

skyward!zelda’s um. everything? everything. i am so in love with her. i am so in love... with her. i am finding it harder to describe her than everyone else here which is so silly because she’s easily the person i was closest with. she’s just, like, made of fire and love? of passion. everything she is stems from what she loves--she loves old legends, and cliche romance stories, and stargazing, and going on adventures. zelda romanticizes everything in her life, she’ll stop mid-sentence to make you look at the sky because it struck her as particularly beautiful today, meanwhile i’m just like. thats the sky i see it every day i live here. and she’s so brave, so fierce, so resilient--there’s literally nothing that could scare her, i’m certain she got to the surface and immediately started spitting curses at blins, if ghirahim had actually found her alone she would have tried to come at him clawing and spitting. i was always so chill because all my anger was Stored in The Zelda, she’d just fight half my battles for me before i could register they were battles. idk. zelda was such an optimist who took everything in stride and believed, no matter what, that she could make it her own and make it beautiful and find something to adore within it. i might have had a quieter disposition, but she was always better at dealing with change than me. it was calming. i love her so much.

botw!zelda’s passion and inquisitive heart, oh my god, oh my god. i’m going to fucking fight everyone in the kingdom who ever made her feel like she talks too much. god it enthralls me, the way she just talks and talks and talks and LETS ME LISTEN, she lets me just SIT THERE and BASK IN IT like some kind of COLD REPTILE ON A ROCK. i literally cannot comprehend how she can fit so much knowledge about so many different things in her brain, and the way she’s ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THAT, literally just getting together with her techie friends and building whole ass machines when she was like 6 years old. shes looking at me like ‘oh this child prodigy curse my shortcomings why cant i be pulling enchanted swords when IM 12′ and im like PRINCESS YOU’RE FUCKING COOLER THAN ME LIKE CONGRATS I TOUCH A SWORD SOMETIMES AND YOU COULD LITERALLY MAKE A ROBOT TO DO THAT FOR YOU oh my god the way she doesn’t see how incredible she is makes me go insane i feel insane just thinking about it she’s the coolest fucking person i’ve ever met she’s the coolest person in hyrule the kingdom is too good for her i want her to take apart hyrule castle brick by brick and just leave a note behind that says ‘im too cool for you’ and then she gets on my ancient magic motorcycle and rides off into the sunset to some paradise far away and if i’m LUCKY she takes me with her. i love zelda

#kin ramblings #Anonymous #wendy answers

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homorashi · 4 years

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Day 6: Not allowed to go

Yuri on Ice | ViktorXYuuri | not in the hot springs...

Viktor isn’t sure what to do. Having come to japan on a whim after seeing Yuuri’s video online he has found himself sitting in a hot springs, in japan with the young Japanese skater, but to make things worse he has to pee.

When arriving at the hot-springs he could only make out a few of the sentence Yuuri’s mom gave him, but the one thing he did make out, was that going to the toilet was not allowed inside the natural hot springs. He thought of course, nobody wants to bathe in other peoples pee, why is this such a big deal to in force, people must have common decency not to pee in the water. He thought that until he had been sitting in the warm hot water for about twenty minutes, realizing even thought he went before he got in, the warmness surrounding his body, is making him feel oddly desperate, and to make things worse, right when he decided to get out, to go relieve himself in the toiler, Yuuri joined him for a soak.

Viktor knows it will look bad if he gets out now and leaves, and then comes back a few moments later. Yuuri will know that he just peed and even for someone like him, thats embarrassing. He though about getting out and just leaving, going back to his room but the nice warm water feels good on his aching muscles from the fourteen hours flight he endured earlier today.

“Viktor, my mom says she is making dinner for you, so after your bath please feel free to come to the kitchen.” Yuuri smiles from ear to ear, starting at Viktor his favorite person in front of him, Viktor can only think about how disappointed Yuuri would be if he knew his biggest idol just lost a three or so second squirt of piss into the water he is sitting in.

“You will have to teach me how to say thank you in Japanese Yuuri so I can properly thank you mother for allowing me to stay here and coach you.” Viktor says trying to sound calm, like someone who is in a hot springs should.

“I could teach you some basic sayings right now?” Yuuri smiles

“Thats okay love, Im too jet-legged to remember anything you try to teach me right now.” Viktor grits his teeth, he knows thats not true, he cant focus because it’s taking everything in his power not to soil the hot springs.

Viktor sits a listens as Yuuri chats about skating and Japan and Hatsesu and all the things he wants to show Viktor, his face and cheeks becoming more and more flushed as the young Japanese man sits in the hot water.

“Viktor, you look a little pale, have you been in the hot springs for too long?” Yuuri pauses his current story about his love of poodle when he notices Viktor’s stiff and ridged demeanor.

“Im fine Yuuri, Im just tired.” Viktor tries to play it off, but in reality, his hands have hidden below the water surface and he is holding onto his naked crotch for dear life, he is determined not to contaminate Yuuri’s lovely hot springs any more than he already has.

“Viktor,” Yuuri looks at him with big eyes. “Ive seen dozens of people pass out from staying into long, i’m not leaving till you get out.” Yuuri stand up takin the towel off his shoulder and holding it over his nether region.

“Really Yuuri i’m fine It just so- ah ” A big wave of desperations comes over Viktor and he jerks forward nursing his soar abdomen.

“Viktor!” Yuuri rushes back in the water to grab the older Russian man, thinking he is about too faint from the hot water.

“Stop! Yuuri.” Viktor blushes as the man touches his naked body.

“Viktor you need to get out.” Yuuri is still trying to pull the man up.

“If I move i’ll pee!” Viktor finally gives in and tells Yuuri whats happening.

“How did you let it get to this point?” Yuuri stops pulling on Viktor.

“I was gonna get out and relieve myself, but then you came and I-ah was embarrassed.” Viktor now fully is trembling, shaking his legs under the water, basically the doggy paddle mixed with a potty dance.

“are you sure you cant move?” Yuuri sits down on the edge of the pool, his feet only still in the water.

Viktor tries to move his hands from his crotch but immediately blushes.

“I cant. I just peed a little.” He looks up at the Japanese boy, who is blushing just as hard as he is.

“If you cant move, you’re gonna have to just pee in the water.” Yuuri lays out the situation point blank. Viktor knows thats what needs to happen, but he doesn’t want to do it with Yuuri right here.

“Can you leave while I, you know ah oh no” Yuuri see’s Viktor tense his face, controlling another leak.

“Im not leaving because you really do look pale, I don’t want you to faint and drown and die.” Yuuri takes his feet out of the water now and stands up. Viktor takes his as a sign and takes his hand up from under the water.

nothing can be seen from Viktor or Yuuri, but Viktor can feel the warm water around him getting even warmer and he pee’s full force into the water, the precious hot springs. He looks up at yuuri, who’s face is beat red. It’s not often you know when someone is peeing right in front of you, especially when they aren't in a restroom.

Viktor feels his legs and arm go numb from the relief of his emptying bladder. he feels light headed.

“I feel weak.” He announces looking down into the water, still tense.

“You stayed in to long, let me hel-” Yuuri lowers himself back into the water but is interrupted by Viktor.

“Wait! Im not done.” the older Russian man blushes at how embarrassingly long he is defacing this water, the bath and now Yuuri as he is in the water with him.

“Let me know when you’re done.” Yuuri blushes, and couple of seconds go buy but it feels like minutes fo Viktor and he finally feels this stream die down.

“Im done.” he looks up at Yuuri. Tears collecting in his eyes now, he realizes what he has done and is ashamed.

“Viktor it’s okay.” The Japanese boy grabs the man and lifts him to the edge of the water, draping a towel over his lower area.

“Im gross Yuuri, I peed in the hot springs.” He cries

“Viktor, I did that all the time when I was a kid.” Yuuri tries to comfort Viktor but only makes it worse.

“Im a child, only children have accidents.” Viktor sniffles his noes.

“I didn’t used to do in on purpose Viktor, the hot water just kinda,” Yuuri Blushes, “Make you kinda have to go huh?” He looks up at Viktor’s sparking eyes.

“I even went before I got in, I was very careful.” Viktor pouts at him, his eyes being less wet.

“see it’s not your fault, it’s just because it’s your first hot springs.” Yuuri wraps him hand around Viktor and gets him to his feet. “Now let’s go get ourselves showered off from your accident, and let’s go eat Katsudon. I’ll tell my mom I had an accident so she turns on the filter, she used to it, trust me.”

Viktor smiles and Yuuri as they make their way away from the pee filled hot springs.

#omovember #omorashi #Yuri on ice omorashi #ViktorXYuuri #writing #Piss kink #Omorashi Fics

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You're probably in mourning right now but since I can't stop thinking about it I have to ask: You recently posted that Stephen has problems masturbating because of his hands. I would be really interested in some headcanons who Tony discovers this and tries to help him. With his hands or through some invention? Is the cloak involved? Whenever you're up to it I would be happy to read more from you about this!

i am, in fact, mourning very hard. but if i don’t attempt to dig myself out of the depression hole i may never surface again so. lets attempt this. it is one of my favorite little headcanons with them, after all.

stephen’s hands are f u c k e d, okay. they shake uncontrolably, there is so much wide spread nerve damage that he likely has almost no sensation of touch anymore. nerve damage plus repeated surgeries in the same spots have caused muscle and ligament weakness, meaning his grip strength is shot. i honestly hope they show some of the very real side effects of his injury in ds2 because it would be massive and i don’t doubt for a second he uses a tiny bit of magic when he needs to hold a weapon or something. anyway.

then theres the metal rods he has in bones that hurt. think back to when you had growing pains as a kid, how you could feel an ache down in your actual bones. now amplify that times ten, and its damn near constant.

so. traditional hand-on-cock masturbation has become nearly impossible.

tony is certainly no idiot even if medical jargon isn’t his field of expertise. he’s seen stephen’s file, seen and studied the damage, and knows from his own injuries just how much pain he must be in. but, even knowing all this he doesn’t quite understand the depth of it.

mainly because stephen is very good at hiding it.

but when they get intimate, tony makes a point to make sure stephen doesn’t need to use his hands for anything other than just holding on. so he’s never seen just how useless they really are.

except one night when tony has actually gone to bed before stephen. it’s such a rare thing and stephen refuses to disturb the needed sleep. but it’s been a stressful few weeks and they haven’t had a chance to be intimate in all that time and it’s just built up to the point where stephen needs that release. now.

and his hands feel pretty good for once so might as well take advantage.

tony, being a light sleeper, wakes up to the slight motion of stephen trying to jerk it beside him - something he realizes he’s never actually seen him do. and thinking he’s gonna be in for a little treat, he lays there silently and watches.

except stephen has to stop about every 20 seconds because his hand starts cramping or flexes weird and hurts or he gets a sudden stab of nerve pain or he just loses his grip entirely and now he’s just fucking frustrated and pissed off at himself yet again because he can’t do this one simple fucking task. he can’t even fucking jerk himself off anymore and if that isn’t the ultimate backhanded bitch slap from life, well… yeah.

it goes from hot to sad very fast.

stephen just turns to start to get out of bed, sitting on the edge, but then just starts crying quietly. angry, bitter tears. painful tears because now his hand is hurting from trying to use it intensively.

and thats when he feels tony crawl up behind him, his chest pressed to stephen’s back. one arm wraps around stephen’s chest in a soft embrace, his other hand slips around to curl around stephen’s cock, still (annoyingly, for him) hard and he whispers “shhh, i’ve got you” in his ear. and then “show me how you want it”

so stephen puts his hand over tony’s and guides it. just leans back into tony and lets him do the work. and it’s such a weirdly intimate thing for something they’ve done countless times before. its just a fucking handjob.

but it’s more than that. it’s tonys gentle support and endless love. even when stephen can’t love himself, when he’s at wit’s end about his disability, when he can’t bring himself to get over what he’s lost. tony will be there to pick up the pieces and help put them back together. it’s stephen letting go of his stubbornness to allow someone else to help him, and also facing yet another thing in his life he isn’t fully independent with anymore.

so yeah its just a handjob but it means a lot more in the moment for stephen.

and once it’s finished and tony’s done playfully teasing him and cleaned up they talk about it. he’s tried other methods, tried altering the way he uses his hands, tried sleeves and fleshlights and all manner of other masturbatory devices. none of them are any less stressful on his hands.

and its not like he’s at it so much that he’s desperate but, times like these or when they can’t be together or whatever, it’s nice to be able to do it himself.

so far the only helpful thing, stephen is initially embarrassed to admit, has been the cloak. but, again, he’d rather be able to do it himself.

and tony isn’t a genius mechanic engineer if he can’t figure out a device to suit stephen’s particular needs.

after some trial and error and a lot of hot data collection that typically lead to them fucking in the lab, tony finally makes a sort of glove for him.

sort of a half-glove with the palm exposed made of nanobots and a very intuitive learning AI. it’ll support his hand from the wrist up like an exoskeleton, but all the flexibility of his actual hand. it can track strain and inflammation and adjust accordingly. it learns the strokes, speed, pressure, rhythm, all of it and then some to assist and take a lot of the actual stress off Stephen’s hand. it has it’s own little discreet housing compartment that can easily be taken anywhere.

it’s not a perfect solution, but it’s a start. and it does allow him to get himself off for the first time since before the accident. and maybe it’s kind of silly but god it means to much to him just to have the ability to do that again. by himself. whenever he feels like it. at his own damn convenience.

bonus: tony and the cloak now tagteam with him and it is absolute b l i s s

#ironstrange #nsft

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bigbadwolf-16 · 3 years

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i had bonus thoughts about rahool and drifter so here they are

rahool and drifter arent dating but they could be in a world where drifter isnt an insane feral spaceman with rabies and heres the thing about that;

rahool knows it. hes intelligent and perceptive, he can see that theres something there, he knows how to tell when drifter likes someone and when hes playing games, but he can also see theyre so immensely different in some very critical ways that he knows it wouldnt work -- that doesnt stop him from casually looking the other way while drifter breaks rules, though and, hey, its been a long time since anyone's flirted with him even jokingly and he could use a little bit of harmless fun in his daily life.

because rahool is very. i dont want to say traditional? because that doesn't feel quite right, but if he were looking for a relationship with anyone, he would want stability and some level of sanity. something relaxed, something low stakes. hanging out with someone as unhinged as drifter is fun and, dont get him wrong, drifter is fascinating, but being friends with a nutjob and being in a relationship with one are two completely different levels of intensity. if youre friends with someone crazy, its easier to tap out of an insane adventure and be like no. nope, this is where i get off, good luck with that thing youre doing. and when youre dating one, the expectation to be there extends beyond the initial headcount when you get on the bus; its more intimate, its more personal, and rahool doesnt excel in intimacy. he doesnt have time for it, he doesnt have time for sidelong glances and dinner dates, and he doesnt have any desire to be emotionally or physically intimate with anyone. all the better because when was the last time drifter had a heart-to-heart with anyone where he wasn't cornered and down to his very last handful of quips, looking like a dog about to bite?

neither of them want to be that close to someone; rahool because he doesnt feel like its necessary and drifter because hes literally incapable of that level of trust to such an extent i wouldnt put it past him to sabotage a relationship, intentionally or subconsciously, when it gets to a level that makes him nervous.

and thats not to say rahool a fair-weather friend, because youd be hard-pressed to find someone more resolutely loyal than him just because, as far as hes concerned, it makes sense, but rahool operates in a black and white world where drifter exists solely in gray. drifter will break rules, he'll break laws, he'll break the fucking geneva convention for a laff and all for a bigger picture that only people like drifter or eris or elsie could understand. people who havent just been touched by madness, theyve been consumed. theres things out there bigger than rules and patterns and its that level of unknown danger that rahool just cant jive with - even as a man of science who actively pursues answers, there are just some that hes more content not knowing because knowing opens doors that he doesnt want to be pushed through. hes not osiris.

and drifter? oof. i dont think he longs for companionship, hes done perfectly well on his own for centuries give or take flings or brief friendships that were the perfect means to an end and partners that got snuffed because they got a little bit too close to the truth of the universe, and he knows that things dont last. nothing is eternal and when youre a lightbearer, even a rogue one, not even death is forever until you piss off the wrong people. hes spent his whole second life in survival mode because thats where the excitement is. thats where the bloodthirsty thrive. he could have stayed on earth, grown with the city, been some rule-following stooge barking at the vanguard about how this or that isnt fair or just, but instead he decided to live his life on the bleeding edge and thats where hes at his best.

where black and white break into gray and theres no right or wrong answer for anything so long as survival is still the final result and theres probably some good in him somewhere, you think, but nobody knows the motives behind his cooperation. every so often you catch a glimpse beneath the curtain where the man who talks about a good old-fashioned hive stew around the campfire and interdimensional space monsters becomes a man who can snatch a chunk of the nine realms and tether it to his ship, build a machine overnight that can decrypt the impossible when the cryptarchs themselves have spent uncounted years just trying to crack one sequence of code with lost knowledge only recently unearthed, and who somehow always has an answer for an insurmountable problem that even the greatest minds of the golden age just couldnt quite reach - a man, not a legend, whos not so much clinging to the last thread of his sanity as he is bungie jumping from the end of it because there are answers at the bottom of this chasm and so long as hes got his gun and his wits, he'll bounce back when he reaches the end.

to rahool, the drifter is incomprehensible, fascinating, ingenious, dangerous, and strange, and he wants to see more so he keeps a close eye on what the drifter lets him see, never under any illusion that hes gaining some unknown insight beyond what anyone else could find if they kept up - and very few can keep up. it takes a special kind of lunatic to understand the drifter, but all you need to see him is the knowledge that some things just have to be done for the greater picture and fussing over politics and tiptoeing around hard truths just isnt the way.

to drifter, rahool is the path of least resistance to information he finds useful, yes, but hes also someone (like eris) who doesnt expect him to follow protocols and doesnt expect him to be anything but reprehensible and gross, but also understands that - at least on a surface level, because the real hand cant be shown until the right time - drifter is also a man hellbent on making sure humanity is ready for whats coming next, because hes one of few who's not just seen it, but knows what needs to be done to stand against it. its coming, it cant be avoided, it cant be fought with heavy artillery and hope. he can rely on rahool not to try and stop him, not because hes stringing rahool along for the long con, but because deep down rahool understands that sometimes you need to get your hands dirty and not worry about what other people are going to think about it. theres just enough of a bastard in him to be worth liking, and drifter can respect that.

theres a part in good omens, speaking of, that kind of sums up drifters deal and why i think rahool would be so interested him exceptionally well and its this: "God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time."

that, in a man, is what fascinates rahool so much and he splits his time between trying to solve immensely complex lattices of ancient code and trying to solve drifter and most days hes not sure which one is more impossible. but he does know one of the two slings a mean drink and isnt bad company when he isnt portraying himself as a man who isnt bothered by anything, is dangerous to even know, and who can and will eat anything that doesnt somehow manage to eat him first - and even thats up for debate if youve heard his stories. there are so many layers to the drifter that rahool could spend the rest of his life digging and still never break through the outermost surface and when your job is the scifi equivalent of data entry on roids, he's up for a challenge where hangups and failures still give interesting returns.

#meta #this got long im s osorry

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99rena99-blog · 6 years

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Never again.

The gods didn't know how bad your depression was. You would always have such a happy smile on. Hiding what you truly felt. You avoided touching Scorpio so he wouldn't hear your deep dark thoughts. And Dui can only telepathically communicate one way. So you were safe. No one knew the deep sad thoughts you harbor in your heart and mind. Never feeling pretty or good enough. Thinking one day they would get bored with you around and tell you to away and never return. So scared to open up and talk to them about it you just play it off like nothing is bothering you.

"Everything alright Goldie?" Teorus askes.

"Oh yes! Sorry I was spacing again I'm sorry." You laugh trying to play of that lame excuse. Its the same one you always use when your depression hits. Sitting thinking the same things every time.

"If something is wrong just tell us" Scorpio says with genuine concern. You were about to make another lame excuse when you notice him closer than you would like. If he touches you right now he'll hear these sad thoughts and know everything.

"I'm just tired I should probably get going busy day tomorrow. I need some rest." Lie after lie. But you didn't want them to worry about you, or pity you for that matter of fact. You jump up throw a fake yawn and stretch in backing away from Scorpio. Putting on the same fake smile you always do you wave and say good bye to the gods.

I'm such a fool* you think as you lied yet again to them. *why am I like this? What's wrong with me? They hate me. I'm good for absolutely nothing.* these thoughts boil 2 the surface making you cry. As always.

I'll run a bath and try to relax and calm down a bit* you think its a fabulous idea. Running the water nice and hot you tie your hear up loosely and take your clothes off. Looking at the water you think *one more time* so you grab some paper towels and razor blade.

Sitting in the water you cry holding the blade. *I don't want to die. I never have. I just cant take this emotional pain. I was never good with dealing with emotional pain. Physical pain heals quicker and faster anyway.* deep in thought you already have 6 new cuts on your legs.

Why am I like this* crying deeply you dry the blood with the paper towels. Few more cuts *I wish I wasn't like this* too deep in thought to catch that. You knew that they heard your wishes before any other human. But you were so depressed you didn't think about that.

Only seconds after you think that, theres a pounding at the bathroom door followed by the god piling into the bathroom. You pull the curtain to cover your legs and hide the blade. But Dui being right there flung it back. You seen such a mass mix of emotions run through his eyes. Looking up the other gods scramble out of the bathroom.

"What were you thinking ______?" Dui angrily askes.

"I..I'm so-" you start.

"I don't wanna hear your sorry" shadow Dui. U shrink away and start crying. He sees and feels bad.

"Please get out, get dressed, and come talk" he says then turns around but doesn't leave.

Without arguing you do as he says. Draining the water you get out and dry off. Having comfortable pajamas sitting on the sink you put them on and tap his shoulder. He turns around seeing that you are dressed pulls you by the hand out to the living room. All the gods waiting with mixed emotions on their faces. Some sad, worried, and mad. You quickly look down at the floor. Dui joints the other gods while you stand center of attention.

"What were you thinking?" Leon is the first to speak up. You can't tell if hes pissed off or saddened. But you can hear the hurt in his voice.

"You were always so happy and had a smile what is this?" Ichthys askes looking sad.

"Were you just always lying to us?" Karno askes concerned.

"Are you so selfish that being with gods wasn't good enough for you?" Scorpio asked angrily.

"Were we not enough to keep you happy Goldio?" Teorus askes sadly.

"She probably just wants attention" Krioff scuffs. Making you sad cause thats not even remotely true.

"Just tell us if its something we did please" Tauxolouve says.

"We wanna make it right if it was us" Partheno adds.

"Why didn't you ever say anything to us about being upset?" Aigonorus askes.

"This is completely selfish of you. Why on earth would you ever think to do something like this?" Zyglavis askes.

"Please just make us understand this." Huedhaut says.

Not sure what to do or say you stand there and hug yourself trying not to cry. It was never them it was all you. You were always to much in your own head. More questions came rapidly. Not sure what to say you just stand there and wait till all is quiet. You look around and sigh as you try and explain.

"I promise it's nothing you guys did. Nor is it for attention. I was never one to handle emotional pain well. I would always hurt myself cause that heals faster then a broken heart or mind." You pause to look around then freeze when you spot Dui he looks so hurt. You didn't ever wanna hurt anyone especially him.

"I'm so sorry" is all you can get out before the tears come falling out. You drop to your knees and hide your face in your hands as you just break down and cry in front of the gods. A few seconds later you feel arms around you. Startled you look up to see Dui holding you. He has such a sad but soft look on his face. Looking around so do the others.

"We aren't sure why you did it still we might not ever understand. But promise us from now on you will talk to us and tell us whatever is bothering you. And NEVER do this ever again." Dui says an the other nod in agreement.

"I'm sorry I take back what I said about you doing it for attention" Krioff adds.

"We will make sure you are alright" Karno says with a smile.

"Everyone is always here for you ______. We care about you." Dui looks right in ur eyes.

"I'll make sure to read your thoughts every time you are around no more avoiding me." Scorpio says.

"Scorpio why don't you stay here and make sure she is okay through the night" Zyglavis says.

"Can Dui stay instead" you blurted out. You want Dui cause you know he's kind and you relax easier with him. And secretly you wanted Dui to be your boyfriend.

"Is that alright with you Dui?" Scorpio askes.

"Of course it is" Dui says with a smile. Which makes you smile for the first time tonight. Because Dui is the only person you want around right now.

"Make sure ______ doesn't do it again" Leon says before leaving with the department of wishes trailing behind him.

"Take good care of her" Zyglavis orders. And with that it's just you and Dui.

"Please ______ never do it again." Dui looks so hurt you tear up.

"You can throw away the razor right now. I promise you I won't ever do it again Dui." You promise him. And he hugs you tightly.

"If I have to I'll stick by your side always" he says then kisses your cheek.

"If you do I know I never will." You hug him tightly. He kisses you forehead and with that you are a couple.

You still get depression every now and again but everyone is there to make you feel better instantly. You haven't even thought of cutting since then not with such an amazing boyfriend and such supporting friends.

#scm #dui

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quack-and-yellow · 6 years

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Free Fall – Max Meyer One Shot

For Anna. Thanks for the plot! Tweaked it a bit – hope you don’t mind. :)

Also, my sister and my good friend Dana talked me into being “un-petty” when it comes to writing, and I love them too much to resist. So here’s a fic about the only Schalke player I can stand. :)))))

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Ibiza was a bad idea. Anna knew it, yet she agreed to go with her best friends. If anything, it was a test for her heart – if she had already moved on from her breakup.

Too soon, Anna, she thought bitterly as she looked away from the couple who started making out on the beach deck chair in front of her. Too soon.

If she could have her say about breakups, it’s that the bawling and the sleepless nights aren’t the worst parts. The shittiest part is what comes after. How it taints just about anything – names, places, things and holidays. She ended up hating something she used to enjoy, simply because it reminded her of her ex.

In this case, the world’s party capital had his name written all over it – where he almost tripped when he was drunk, where they made out, where they watched the sunset… She used to love the beach and getting a tan, the nightlife and possibly everything about Ibiza. Now she hated it. It was hot and crowded and not at all breathtaking. Her ex ruined it for her.

“You are turning into somewhat of a killjoy,” Brenda huffed.

Anna glanced at Brenda and knew her friend was referring to her. She noticed Brenda’s tan lines for the first time, with her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun. On a normal day, she would have been envious. Brenda always gets the sexiest tan lines.

“It’s our second day here,” Carmen added, who was also tanned to perfection. Her sandy brown curls blew in the wind. “We haven’t gone to a single club because you sleep earlier than my grandmother.”

“My grandma is more fun than you,” Brenda chided.

Anna opened her mouth to argue, but thought better and quickly shut it. It’s true, she planned to spend her whole stay cooped up in their room, which wasn’t such a bad idea with a queen-sized comfy bed, Netflix and greasy hotel food. No wonder the harsh sun blinded her the moment her friends dragged her sorry ass out.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Carmen accused.

“Oh, get a grip. It’s been, what, two months?” Brenda said, frowning.

“A month and a half, I think,” Carmen corrected.

“Still a long time to be sitting around moping, if you ask me,” the blonde said with a smirk.

“Hello? You’re talking about me in front of me,” Anna snapped. “What kind of friends are you?” She snatched Brenda’s margarita and took a long sip.

“The kind who only wants the best for you,” Brenda said, snatching her drink back. “The kind who can be brutally honest with you because you need it.”

Anna threw her hands in defeat. “God, fine, what do you want to do?”

Shrieks and laughter suddenly pierced the monotonous crashing of waves on the beach. Anna looked at the direction of the noise.

“Oh wait,” she said, wriggling her eyebrows at them. “I know what I want to do.”

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The cliff-diving spot was the only untainted spot in Ibiza that Anna could remember. She has always wanted to try it, but her ex wouldn’t let her and he never said anything about accompanying her. Maybe he was scared? What a loser.

“There are so many hot guys here,” Brenda said, giggling. “Hot, daring guys are a yes in my book. Good call, Anna.”

Carmen reprimanded her with a shake of the head then turned to her other friend. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

Anna almost replied, yes, ever since my first day in Ibiza with him, but that would mean he’s still part of this spot. Anna wouldn’t allow it. This was her spot. She nodded. “Should I go first?”

“Wait!” Brenda hissed. “You should ask one of them to jump with you.”

“Do you ever quit?” Anna shot her a dirty look, but she couldn’t deny that her friend was right. An adventurous spirit sure is attractive.

“Come on, just for fun?” Brenda pressed eagerly.

“Yeah,” Carmen chimed in, eyeing a guy in red board shorts.

Anna rolled her eyes and surveyed the few ones who hadn’t jumped yet. “Okay, I choose that short guy.” She pointed at a blond in black board shorts who was horsing around with two of his friends. They were trying to push each other off the cliff.

“But that’s…” Carmen whispered. “That’s Max Meyer.”

“I know,” Anna said nonchalantly, flipping her long hair. “I mean, what do I have to lose? I got dumped, right?”

She also knew that a famous person like Max would refuse, and that was all she needed to get her friends off her back.

Anna strode confidently towards the guys, but she felt all poise dwindle when Max met her gaze. She quickly averted her eyes and, in the last minute, turned to his friend in pink shorts instead.

“Hi!” she greeted cheerfully, mustering her cutest smile. “I’m Anna.”

“Hi, Anna.” Pink Dude gave her a once-over, which made her freeze from self-consciousness. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s – it’s my first time to try this.” Anna gestured at a couple that just jumped, their shrieks fading into a splash below. “I was wondering if I could ask you to jump with me?” She fluttered her eyelashes for good measure, which made her cringe inside. What the hell, Anna?

“I can jump with you,” Max offered from behind Pink Dude.

Anna’s mouth dropped open and she glanced at her friends, panicking. He’s supposed to say no!

The Schalke midfielder’s expression was that of indifference but there’s also no denying the confidence, even in his voice. He might be the shortest but he looked like the badass boss – and with a tattoo sleeve to boot. The thought made Anna want to laugh and, to her mortification, an actual snort escaped her. Max raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh! Oh, wow,” she exclaimed, laughing nervously. “Wow, that’s so kind of you. Thank you.”

The two taller guys stepped back to give them space on the edge. Anna peered down and gulped. The heads bobbing below looked so tiny. It was deeper than she thought.

“Don’t look down,” Max said. His tone almost sounded like an order.

She drew in a shuddered breath and squeezed her eyes shut.

“Do you want to run or just jump from here?” he asked.

“J-jump… here,” she stammered.

Max took her hand, and he didn’t say anything about how dead cold it was. Anna opened her eyes and looked into his blue ones and then at their hands clasped together. Her heart hammered in her chest and her knees buckled. She bounced on the balls of her feet so he wouldn’t notice.

“Ready?” he asked.

She took a deep breath and nodded. Max counted to three under his breath, squeezed her hand and then together they leaped through the air.

The water was surprisingly warm, and sinking into it was strangely calming. It blocked everything out. Anna wished she could open her eyes and see what it looked like underwater. It was only when she felt a tug at her hand that she realized Max was with her. She let herself be pulled back up to the surface.

Max was the first to break out of the water. He watched as she slowly blinked away the sting from the saltwater and felt around to check if her bikini was still intact. When he realized this, he looked away, his cheeks burning.

“Stay close to me,” he said in between gulps of air.

Anna squinted at him and slipped through his grasp, breaking into a freestyle stroke away from him, away from the noise.

“Hey!” he called, chasing after her.

She ducked under, grateful for the warmth and hush of the water. She stayed underneath until she felt her lungs burn. When she resurfaced, she was a good distance away from the people and the cliff itself.

“You’re not a first-timer,” Max said, swimming towards her.

Anna began treading water. She couldn’t help but laugh even as she panted.

“So you’re not? It’s just a bet or what?”

She couldn’t tell if he was pissed because he had the same indifferent look and tone. “In the first place, I asked Pink Dude to jump with me,” she argued.

He chuckled. “That’s Samy.”

They looked at the distant cliff and could barely hear the noise from the people. The crashing of waves was soothing to Anna’s ears.

“It’s my first time, I swear,” she said. “But I’ve always wanted to do it.”

“Why just now?”

She paused, trying her best not think of the real reason. “I’m trying to make new memories of this place.”

Max tilted his head sideways, smirking. “Cheesy. Got dumped here or something?”

Anna bit her lip, tasting the saltwater. His brash statement felt like a slap on the face, but she quickly dismissed it. She knew she couldn’t hold it against the football player, who was a stranger to her feelings.

When she didn’t respond, Max averted his gaze, realizing his rudeness. “It’s brave of you to try something new,” he mumbled, floating on his back.

“Thanks,” Anna said quietly. “Thanks for jumping with me too.”

Max closed his eyes and smirked again.

She floated on her back too and spread her arms sideways. She tilted her face to the sun and felt her skin starting to burn. Their fingers touched and soon the skin of their arms as they floated side by side. Anna smiled. For the first time in a long while, she felt at peace with her heart. With Ibiza. With the world.

“Hey.” Max’s voice broke into her thoughts, and a splash on her face startled her. “We should head back.”

She glared at him and splashed him back. They did it for a while, chasing each other on the surface.

“Race you to the shore?” he challenged.

Anna won, and she didn’t dare tease him about his height because, in truth, he was still taller than her. Max grumbled good-naturedly when he reached the shore. With both hands, he wiped the water from his face and rubbed his blond head. Anna couldn’t help but run her gaze appreciatively on his bare upper body. Droplets of water glistened on his skin and ran in rivulets down his toned chest and stomach. She blushed and guiltily lowered her gaze to the white sand.

She pondered on the fall earlier. There was no time to think about anything because it happened so fast, but she remembered feeling weightless. As if nothing mattered – just the pull of gravity. And it felt good. Someday, she would be ready to fall again.

“Anna,” Max said, and the sound of her name in his voice – in a friendly tone – made her stomach flip.

She looked up cautiously and found the corner of his lips turned upward in a smirk. She felt his expression growing on her.

“Want to try again?” He held out his hand to her.

Anna’s fingers tingled with excitement. She smiled and took his hand.

#max meyer #max meyer imagine #max meyer one shot #max meyer fanfic #football fanfiction #for a dortmund fan i enjoyed writing this #even if it took me 4382 years #im hopeless #and the worst #also meyer is like julian brandt's older brother #who is a bad boy hahaha

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littlevenusflytrap22 · 4 years

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Unadulterated (A Kylo Ren x Reader Fanfic)

read it on AO3 here

Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3

“Commander. I-“ you didn’t even know what you were going to say.

“Kylo” he said “When we do this - it’s Kylo”

You spent the next morning in a whirlwind of nervous energy. You ran around like a tornado, making sure that everything is perfect. The butterflies in your stomach were telling you that any mistake would lead to your ultimate demise; You tried to ignore the idea that they were reminding you that you almost orgasmed on the Commanders thigh yesterday.

Emphasis on almost. Last night you spent hours working yourself into completion thinking of his hands. The way he had held you like you were precious but moved you like you were a cheap whore. You’d wondered if he had done this often, stolen lieutenants from their work and screwed them at their desk.

It doesn’t matter, you remind yourself. He is a commander and you are just…you. He had called you a ‘little fool’…he was just….punishing you thats all. It wasn’t a reprimand you ever read about in any handbook but, maybe Ren just had his own way of doing things.

Sure, that makes sense.

Your data pad made an incessant beep from your desk and you frowned. If this was more spam mail from the dating sites Levi had signed you up for you swear to- you halted that thought when the senders name code came through. KR216. It was a message from the Commander.

Lieutenant,

This is a list of what you must bring with you today. Forget anything and you will be reprimanded.

Commander Ren

You couldn’t help flush at the word ‘reprimanded’. Imagine, blushing at the idea of corporal punishment. Attached to the message was an itinerary of necessities which, as you opened, was two pages long.

I need to bring casual clothes? For what?, you thought, we’re obviously going somewhere and for quite a while.

The list contained items such as winter uniform and evening wear. Which meant, whatever you were doing on this job, it’s some undercover shit. Something that required that no one recognised you, something that was outside of First Order control. The messaged also showed a ships log, including you and the Commanders name on a flight out aboard the TIE Silencer.

You didn’t even know the thing had two seats.

You lean back into your bed, scrolling through the email. It’s only when you look closer you noticed how the message was addressed to you on the CC.

Lieutenant 5337 - Protection Detail.

You were Rens guard dog?

Grinning into your hand, you give a chuckle. The ultimate Kylo Ren needed a body guard. Sickeningly, it gave you a thrill knowing this must have royally pissed him off.

Maybe yesterday was just his variation of stress relief.

By the time you had packed everything on the list (despite wanting to leave something behind - just to see his reaction of course) Ren was hovering around the TIE Silencer. It was being fixed my a myriad of droids who were cleaning up what looked like lightsaber marks. You didn’t have to guess to know who made those.

The Commander stood as imposing as ever. His limbs were Goliath in comparison to yours and his eyes so devoid of anything resembling feeling. One of the Lieutenants called Ren ‘atrociously ugly’ when they first saw him without his trademark mask. You, however, never understood how anyone could be so blind. The alabaster skin, the way his face was dotted with freckles that you could only notice if you got up close to his face (though you were probably the only person to still be alive after being so close to him) the longline of his nose was that of old marble sculptures and his hair was so silky you wanted to bury your hands in it.

He already knew you were there. You could tell by the tension of his shoulders that showed how uncomfortable he was with being observed. Placing your bag down to signal your arrival, you walked up beside him.

“Sir” you said curtly.

“Lieutenant” he said with no more than a brief look to acknowledge your existence.

A brief rope of tension tightened in your heart. He was so unaffected by your entire existence while you feel like your world view had changed since he touched you. Did he not think about it all? Was it really just some sick punishment for yesterday? You had pretend to be so nonchalant about it all.

But seeing him now - it just pisses you off. Jackass.

“Can I ask what this mission entails…Commander?”

You added on the ‘commander’ as an afterthought, the only thing you wanted to call him now started with ‘ass’ and ended with ‘hole’.

“We’re looking for a Resistance Assassin, a man, that the First Order has a bounty on…” he huffed as he watched droids work filler into a scratch on the Silencer “…that’s all you need to know”

“Who is this man?” you said.

The Commander started to observe his ship taking massive steps around it. You jogged to keep pace and honestly, you must look like child following him around. Even though he definitely acted like a child more that you. There was a rumour going around the Lieutenants quarters that he once destroyed his original TIE because it didn’t go fast enough and that the Silencer wasn’t a prototype - it was just a toy made for Ren so he had something to play with. Rather than destroying ever one else equipment.

The more you spoke with him the more you were starting to believe everything you’ve heard.

“His name is classified” Kylo said as he opened a control panel on the side of the Silencer.

“Do I get to see the bounty for this man? At least get a glimpse of his face?”

“Classified” he hummed, not even gracing you with a look.

“Is there anything that isn’t classified Commander?” You snarked, you didn’t have time for this. Higher-ups hide things that are important and that is why people die. If Kylo Ren can’t trust you with even a slither of information then he can find another person to be his glorified babysitter.

“Maybe Lieutenant..” The way he said Lieutenant was so obnoxiously snobby that your hands clenched into fists, “…You do your job as protection detail not as interrogator”

“And maybe you should stop being such a dick!” You screamed.

The rage inside you has been boiling for some time now, twisted with this lust you felt. It was frustrating and just served to piss you off more.

All the working droids turned to face you. Somehow, despite the blank nature of their design, they still managed to look shocked by your outburst. One gave two nonsensical beeps which you decided to interpret as ‘she’s fucked’. However, you were in too deep now to quit.

Kylo dismisses the droids with an aggravated look and they all roll their bodies out the doors.

“And what do you know about me Lieutenant?”

“I know everything I need to know about you”

“You do?” His look was unwavering and intent as his eyes drilled into you. You could feel a pull in your mind like something was trying to worm it’s way in. You could only think of one way to describe the Commander and it came to the front of your mind like water flowing to surface.

You’re a sick sadist with anger management issues.

“Ah, you do” he gave a twisted grin, morphed somewhere between anger and amusement.

“i can’t help you find a man without knowing what he looks like” You gritted your teeth “did you bring me along to work miracles or to mock me?”

‘Who said you could help? You’re just here to keep Snoke happy”

“Of course…” you gave a rueful smile, “i’m your babysitter so that you don’t get told off by the person who actually has all the power!”

In your rage you pushed yourself up against the Commander, who was holding his fist clenched by his side. Despite his tense body, his eyes bore into yours with something akin to pride. No. It wasn’t pride it was sick enjoyment.

You shove your hand against his chest and Ren gave you an amused eyebrow.

“Does my anger bring you some sort of thrill?” You breathed, the space between your mouths minimal. Sink your teeth in his lip, a dark part of your soul screamed - begging to unleash the rage.

You will not be humiliated by a man-child who breaks things when he doesn’t get his way.

He watched you, his breath mingling in the space between your mouths. The Commander was waiting for something and his eyes were searching for it in your face. You realised then how Stormtroopers have been killed for less insolence and you…you’ve pushed Ren (and belittled him half to nothing). Your head said fuck him but your heart said oh fuck.

(even though that toddler deserves more than just a push and a few hurtful words)

He could feel that he had exposed a chink in your armour and so could you. For no one had pushed you to shout before. The epitome of Lieutenant training and here you were - screaming at a Commander because he made you feel pissed off.

Whatever he’s looking for in your eyes he doesn’t find it. Instead, his face shuts down replacing this cocky interior with the stone-cold Commander you had first met.

“Always…” he frowns “…so prim and proper aren’t you?”

You freeze as his hand comes up to rest on your neck, pulling him flush against you with an aggressive force that makes your knees weak. He tucks his face into your neck, so much like that time at your desk that your rage is replaced by a deep clenching in your core.

“if you ever disrespect me in front of anyone, like you have today, I will rip off your clothes and fuck you while they watch just so they know that I have power over the girl they respect so much” His tone wasn’t angry like you expected - just powerful.

He bit into your earlobe before moving back to your lips.

“Do I make myself clear?”

Rather than give Ren the sick satisfaction of a reaction - you step back, creating a distance between you and the Commander. A Commander that definitely wants to fuck his subordinate. Isn’t there rules against that?

“Crystal” you whisper.

“Good” he tapped the Silencer, “Get in”

“What?” You had thought you were leaving in an hour.

“Are you hard of hearing and stupid Lieutenant?” He pushed your back with his palm and gave you an ‘are-you-fucking-dumb?’ look. Honestly, you knew you’d probably pushed him too far today. Better just do what he says before you get yourself killed.

Ren moves his head in a harsh gesture that reminded you of a nervous tick. Although, by the way he brushes underneath your uniform when he pushes you up the walkway - he wasn’t nervous about anything.

Once he reaches the cockpit he sits in his chair, assuming the position of someone in charge. He spreads his legs and points between them. It wouldn’t take a genius to see where this was going.

“Is…” you flush under his glare “…is this a punishment? For mouthing off?”

He frowns.

“Number one, if this was a punishment I’d tell you. Number two, it doesn’t count as a punishment if you enjoy it now” he crooks a finger at you. An obvious hand command - like the ones you saw him use on the Stormtroopers.

Automatically, captured in his gaze, you step over his leg and kneel. Face toward his crotch. Like you were meant to be there. He gives you a nod and brushes your cheek lightly with the tip of his finger.

“You can figure out what to do now, can’t you Lieutenant?” His voice sounding more breathy than before.

Emboldened, You lay a palm on his knee, running your hand up the corded muscle hidden underneath his black attire. He holds your gaze, being surprisingly patient for a man used to getting what he wants. After all, he’s getting what he wants now isn’t he?

You bring two fingers up the imprint of his cock, the trousers straining under the pressure of his length. You knew he’d big - his hands were so large and you’re never blessed with something you cannot hold. He sighs - or breathes out what could have been a sigh- when you start to push against his crotch, rubbing in small circles with your m.

He pushes a hand into your hair and gives it a light tug so that you look up at him.

“You had so much to say a minute ago Lieutenant…where’s that attitude gone?” He grinned “Instead you’re on your knees looking so desperate for my cock”

Like a puppet on a string - you go to release his dick from its confines when he throws your head back, the grasp on your hair causing blistering heat on your scalp.

His face had gone controlled when you looked up at him. His demeanour was facade; A controlled anger. There was something in him wanting to come out. Although, thats how he described you. Maybe there was something in you too.

“Will you beg for it Lieutenant?”

You didn’t need to beg, you just wanted his dick in your mouth now. You lift your hands again and he swats them away with his free hand.

“No…” he peered down at you “…i need you to tell me you want it”

Was he…oh. He wanted you to tell him this was okay. You had enjoyed how powerless you felt when he pushed and pulled you. But, you still held all the power. One ‘no’ from you and he’d leave this sick game you're playing in the past.

Except, not one part of you wanted to say ‘no’.

“Please Commander, I want your dick in my mouth…” you sighed, the words coming out without control. You probably sounded like a desperate whore. Imagine if those Droids could hear you now.

You pulled against him to rub your cheek on his thigh.

“You should fuck my mouth, make me hold your cum in there…i’ve been so naughty” you only had a second to feel ashamed that any of that came out of your mouth (like a cheap sex phone line) when Ren released your hair and gestured to his trousers.

“Good, get to work…” he smirked “…Show me you’re good at something Lieutenant”

You pull him out of the confines of his trousers without warning. Needing something, wanting something. It was a new feeling for you, the girl who always knew how to do everything by the book.

You kitten lick the slit. If you’re going to play the slut you might as well make it something to remember, a slow torture to remind him of how you felt that day. Placing a kiss to his head, you place one hand to rub the space in-between his balls while the other grips the base of his massive cock.

Giving a good blowjob isn’t just about the movement, it’s about making it dirty and providing a show. Making sure that he wants to cum just by looking at you. You rub you chest in the space between his legs, making sure to draw his eyes down to the swell of your breast. The uniform couldn’t hide everything after-all.

Saliva pools out of your mouth leaving a wet stream down his dick. Rubbing the saliva with your hand you use it to ease your hand up and down Rens dick. Your grip was nice and tight, giving him a forceful pressure that could make a grown man cry.

Ren, on the other-hand, was watching you intently. His eyes perched on your face, a study of your thoughts while you take his cock. The only indication that he was enjoying this (besides the hard on on your mouth) was the clench of his hand on the seat. His grip was drawing marks into the seat that you don’t think even a droid could fix.

This wasn’t going as good as it need to.

You were better than this.

Moaning, you start to sink the inches into your throat. The humming vibrating along the Commanders cock like a twinged harp string. His mouth released a low tenor groan which made your pussy pulse with appreciation.

“Good girl…” he groaned, a hand threading through your tendrils once again “…Aren’t you a quick study? You were always top of your class. Take more”

You eagerly obey - pushing his cock into your throat like it was second nature. Your eyes stung from the pressure, a single tear falling down your face. Ren wiped the tear with a gloved thumb before placing it in is mouth.

Sick sadist.

Your movements turned sloppy, urged on by the Commanders grunts of pleasure. His grip tightened on your hair when you speed up, laying your tongue on the underside of his cock.Your dirty sucking sounds were echoing of the TIE until all you can hear is the slick sound of his dick fucking your throat.

Suddenly, a hand comes to rest on your throat.

He was feeling it. The way his cock felt in you.

You were sopping wet and he was moving in your throat like you were made for this

You hallowed your cheeks, taking his dick in harsh aggressive thrusts. Hopefully, this image would be imbedded on his mind like a brand. A reminder that no one could take him so perfectly. You ears catch an abhorred sigh and ‘oh fuck’ before he came down your throat. Filling your mouth so much that it spills out the corner of your lips.

“That’s good Princess, just like that” he holds your cheek while he fucks the cum into your willing mouth.

When you go to pull away he hold you tight, pushing your face against his crotch.

“Stay. Keep it in your mouth” he sighs, automatically brushing your hair with slowly strokes.

He left his dick in your mouth until it had gone soft and then another five minutes after that. When some of his cum slides out of your mouth he pushes it back in with his finger. When he seems content, he pulls you up, looking over your throat with a narrow eye.

The Commander makes himself decent while watching you still perched on the floor.

“Commander. I-“ you didn’t even know what you were going to say.

“Kylo” he said “When we do this - it’s Kylo”

“And what will you call me?”

He smirks, reaching to brush a hair out of your face

“Now, that depends on how good you are”

#Kylo Ren smut #Unadulterated #kylo ren x you #Kylo Ren x reader #ben swolo #ben solo #ben solo x reader #y/n #Adam Driver can slap me

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Can I please have a lyric drabble? Its "She called from a truck stop In Tucson Arizona" God Love Her by Toby Keith. I'd prefer Jax or Happy but your choice :3 thank you

first off, LOVE THIS SONG! Toby Kieth - God Love Herreally hope this is okay, didn’t go the direction of the song but with the line you gave i got inspired.

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4 days, 3 hours, 32 minutes and counting, he was counting.thats how long you had been gone, taken without a reason given though there was plenty of reasons to choose from. being the old lady to someone who knew how to kill you with a teacup put targets on his back and yours.

you loved that man, Happy made you happy and no amount of torture or spilled blood could make you turn rat. not on him and not on your family.

you repeated the lies over and over hoping they would believe you, hoping you would believe yourself if you said it a couple more times. you don’t get a man like Happy’s crow inked on your body unless you’re all in, unless you know everything. Happy was the kind of guy who needed that and you were the kind of women who wanted that for the both of you. peace of mind comes only when everything is layed on the table.

it was dark outside when you came back to reality again but it had been for some time, early morning, had to be around 4am? you were guessing at this point. your body had gone numb in places you never thought could. if you were right that meant you had two hours before the next ‘guard’ came in as they long thought themselves safe and decided they wanted all their men to get sleep. that had started 24 hours ago, they gave up on a rescue coming for you, they had their fun with you and today you feared they would believe your words and do away with you.

it had taken every minute of every day sanding away with a piece of metal at your chains, every hour you grew closer. your hands were cuffed with a long chain inbetween so they could hand you from a hook like meat for slaughter and your one ankle was cuffed and chained to the wall. when fatigue didn’t take you you worked like a mad women using the numbness in your limbs to keep at it, keep going to get away. filing away at the metal and wearing it down before you became wore down. it would do no good to go through the cuff metal as it was to thick but the chain attached to your ankle was thinner and the welding on some of the links softer.

they hadn’t fed you but they had given you water. it was enough to keep yourself alive but you knew you looked like hell. you could only see out of one eye, bruises turned colors you were sure would take months to fade and that still didn’t begin to hit everything. you couldn’t scream as your throat had been squeezed and rubbed raw the first 24 hours, you hadn’t tried to walk or stand but you knew with the deep bruise around your swollen ankle when it came time to run you would have trouble. the cuts, your blood on the floor, all ignored for freedom.

there was a ‘chink’ and you were thrown back a bit from the tight metal suddenly giving way you knew you would have cried if you could have but you didn’t have that luxury. looking outside it had to be 5am and that meant you had only 1 hour before someone came in and that wasn’t enough time to get away. cursing you looked around the old barn and you thought up a plan.

you waited in some hay and watched it all unravel for them. they thought you had escaped most of them left in a hurry and you just waited, waited for the right moment for a stupid prospect to come along to look at where the remains of the chain hung nailed to the wall. all it took was a good hit with the help of a wood board to the head and his gun was yours. hell the silencer attached did they rest. you would take out two re-stock and take out two more.

you didn’t bother with the bodies you just limped along. once you cleared out what you could you made your way to a van, hot-wired that shit and got in.

you didn’t stop until you hit a truck stop in Tucson Arizona. you pulled in beside the semis and waited in the back until it got darker when you could sneak to the pay phone.

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“HAP! I got her!” juice ran out of Teller-Marrow’s office and Happy was right on him.

“Where! let me talk to her!” Happy was already walking into the office but stopped after juice continued.

“She called from a truck stop In Tucson Arizona! she hung up but i got the address!”

“Arizona? that’s at least 12 hours away Hap!” Jax didn’t sound thrilled but Happy was already bee-lining to his bike.

“Hap, brotha’ you can’t jus leave now! your lass is alrigh’ let me get some medical supplies and get the van ready, then we’ll go get er’.”

Happy’s hands ran over his face but he had stopped moving upon Chib’s making sense. he knew you had hung up to quick because if he started talking to you he wouldn’t have been listening to anyone, sense or not. he wasn’t born yesterday, he knew what 5 days of being in the enemies hands meant, what he would have to look at upon seeing you.

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6 days and some hours since you had been taken. you left the truck stop continuing to a school where you broke in the gym to use the shower. you called juice again, as much as you wanted to hear Happy’s voice you knew once you did you would break down and you still had plenty to do.

as an old lady the title came with an image attached to it. you had stopped beside a donation bin and grabbed clothes out of it, the large shirt you had grabbed at random turned out to be tye dyed with a large yellow smiley face on it and after your shower seeing it had you finally breaking down.

you managed to get yourself into the van and drive to the place you rested at now, a lake in some park off to the side. its as far as your gas would take you. crawling into the back you stayed curled up in a ball and slept.

12 and a half hours later from the first time you called them you finally heard the sound you had come to love. motorcycles, not just any but the sons. blinking you tried to roll over and sit up but you had met your limit all you could do was face the doors. with no adrenaline your body was demanding rest. the sound cut and in no time at all the back doors of the van you were in were flung open.

time stood still, your eyes adjusted to the light and they met dark eyes full of worry. he stood there one hand on the door the other stretched out to you. Happy wasn’t a man that feared many things but seeing you, broken in every sense of the word did something to him and for once he questioned if touching you would do more harm then good.

you could see the conflict in his eyes, the emotions turning, the darker thoughts surfacing pushing forward trying to win over his mind seeing all that had you finding strength to sit up and touch his hand with your own.

“Hap-” your voice was almost as gravely as his but you kept going, you didn’t even know what to say really. you brought his hand to be held by both of yours and brought it to your face. he tried to pull back once his skin touched yours under the eye you couldn’t see out of but you held him strongly and didn’t let go.

bringing his palm to your lips you kissed it, a tear finally falling meeting his thumb and thats all it took for him shimmy his way into the van and rest his head on your shoulder holding you. his face nuzzled your neck and you could feel his tears, both of your hands grabbed his head cradling it there. you rested your head on his and cried with him. shushing him, running fingers down his back.

Chibs, Tig, and you think that was Rat looked on faces full of concern. you gestured to the blurs they were in your eye to come closer and chibs set the medical bag into the van floor beside you. Happy let go enough to move you, he sat with you in his lap patting your hair down and touching your face as the scott climbed in and started evaluating your wounds.

Tig turned away flipping his phone open no doubt calling the others telling them they got you.

his voice was low and he talked to you, his mouth close to your ear he had you smiling and content just hearing him again after days of not knowing if you ever would. he whispered apologies and promises, ones you knew he planed to keep.

Chibs continued to work with what he had an hour fast going by. Tig had gone off on his bike and brought back large metal cutters to free your hands and ankle, he to apologized for the movements, he wasn’t as bad as chibs was though, the man was saying sorry every time he touched you and had to move you in any way.

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you slept most of the ride home, switching one van for another, layed out on the floor in the back, head on Happy’s lap. Chibs drove and Rat the nervous wreck he was rode Happy’s bike next to Tig on his. they stopped only for gas and food, happy tried to get you to eat anything but you just weren’t hungry.

at the end of the 7th day you pulled into the clubhouse and Happy moved you to a room he had claimed in the back. Tara had been in and out many times but Happy stayed.

by the 8th day Happy had you soaking in a bath and fed enough he was content.

by the 9th day you took a walk to the bathroom yourself to take a piss.by the 10th day you moved to the front and greeted your family.

by the 11th day you were well enough to move to your house.

by the 12th day you were going to Gemma’s to eat

and by the 13th day after your bath you came out to Happy sitting on your bed with a small box in his hand, moving it this way and that. nervous but smiling he held it out to you.

“This really isn’t the time, but i figured with our lives I want to do this now, i want to do this with you. this used to be my moms.”

you fit in between his legs perfectly, your hands holding his face, he was blurry from the tears in your eyes but the smile on your face made his grow even wider. one of his large hands came up to your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. pulling away only a short distance you gave him your answer.

“this is the perfect time, nothing would make me happier.”

and if he got a little teary eyed well your eyes were still to blurry to see. you had his heart, his crow, and now his forever.

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THIS WAS SO LONG IM SO SORRY!

i have work in…FOUR hours! sorry for any mistakes!

also a shout out to @telfords-glasgow-smile & @samperv for inspiring me to write and get better!

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get-rammed · 7 years

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*slides in* Hey guys. I’ve stopped being dead to bring you something no one wanted. Bitty Canine. But it’s the only project that I actually managed to finish instead of getting bored and dropping. You gotta bear with me for a bit. I haven’t been able to really draw anything I liked since I dropped off the face of the planet

Holy shit that got way longer than I meant it to. Whoops. Under a read more. Also as a general warning, this is as wall of texty as normal. Since I write with the grace of a child.

Alrighty. So this is the Canine bitty. He stands at 3 feet tall. He really doesn’t count as a bitty and a lot of places don’t sell him anymore. Thus Canine bitties are incredibly rare. There are two versions. Only way to tell the difference is if his cloak has green in it.

The one without green is an anxious mess that worries the second you leave his sight. He’s incredibly high maintenance. Picky about what he eats, and just what he does in general. He’s better suited for someone who has a lot of time and patience. He’s a good fit for couples, as he doesn’t get jealous. Plus the more people to love him, the better to him. High energy pets, children, and Bitties are definitely a no go. He needs a calm environment. You can still have all of the above, they just need to be calm around him. You really don’t want to startle or horribly upset a Canine bitty. More on that later. He can do everything he needs to himself. But will often go to you because he loves the attention. He’s a bit of a clean freak, so your house will be constantly cleaned. If you have pets, there’s a good chance you’re coming home to them shaved. Why wait for them to get everything dirty with their hair, when you can just be rid of the problem. He’s pretty skittish. Won’t stay out to greet guests, unless he’s meet them a few times. If you’re not home, he’ll stick to himself. Probably crying waiting for you to come home. Other times he’ll clean or if he’s really attached to you, he’ll show up where ever you are. If you want to ensure the latter not happening, you have to get a parental bitty. They’ll make sure he stays busy and doesn’t show up at your job. He won’t really take care of others, but he won’t hurt them either. He’ll make sure you’re okay, but won’t really go out of his way to ensure you’re doing everything you should be.

The one with green is a polar opposite to greenless. He is rather hostile. A lot closer to his normal self. This Canine is for someone who has a lot of patience and can withstand bites and cuts. He’s resistant to change and takes a while to warm up to his new owner. He will be all sorts of growly when first meeting them, trying to scare them off. He likes it at the shelter, it’s all he knows. He’s not going to want to leave it easily. He will not allow you to do anything for him when first meeting, it’ll take a good half year before he’ll allow you to do things for him. So food time is a mess. He won’t tell you what he wants, so he’ll raid your kitchen. If the kind of meat isn’t there that he wants, he’ll throw a fit and wreck your kitchen. Each Canine varies on what he’ll eat, so you can’t just look it up. Plus not a lot of people have owned Canines that actually cared for them, more on that later. Best to just get everything see what he’ll eat, what ever he doesn’t eat, I’m sure someone else will eat. It’s very easy to break his trust, so always do as you say you will when it comes to him. Unlike greenless, he’s incredibly jealous. Won’t stand for your attention being divided to another human or normal monster. He holds a lot of power, so do be careful and don’t push your luck. He can fuck you up if he’s mad enough. Can’t kill you, but can bust your nose and limbs. How lovely. He can stand other Bitties, if they’ll bow out of his way when he wants attention that is. Doesn’t play well with other aggressive Bitties. He will always win the fight. So just stick to nicer Bitties if you want to keep them alive. Do stay away from Bitties that are whiners or need a lot attention. Canine will annihilate them within seconds of meeting them. Children and pets are probably not a great idea. He won’t kill the kids, but he won’t hesitate to bite or scratch them. Pets he will hurt, or possibly kill. When he finally gets attached, he’ll be a little clingier. Wanting to be by you when you’re home, not afraid to shove anyone else out of his way. When you’re gone he’ll probably just go for walks and attack local animals. Getting a Cherryboy will be good to keep Canine from wondering. Will also help tame him when he gets too aggressive. A gentle rib cracking kick from Cherry will get Canine to back off. cherryboy is literally less than half canines height so this amuses me Unlike greenless, he’ll actually make sure you’re okay and doing what you need to. Even when first meeting him, he’ll watch what you do. So if one morning you don’t take your meds, he’ll gruffly remind you.

Canines heats aren’t that bad. He does get a little bigger, only standing at seven feet when in heat. Yeah, only a little bigger. Depending on type and attachment will change how his heat is. Greenless is a total sub and wants you to fuck him no matter on attachment level. Green not so much. He’s a full on dom. When he doesn’t trust you, he’ll probably hole up in your attach or shed. When he trusts you, he’ll hole up under your bed. If he loves you, then he’ll pin you and fuck you hard. Because he can do that now and he’s going to do it every chance he gets. Luckily they only last a few days, not a whole month. Also doesn’t really change his aggression level. He just wants to smash.

There’s a good reason a lot of places stopped creating (breeding? how the fuck does this work??) Canines. They’re heavily sought after for their willingness to do anything for their owner. Which includes winning in fighting rings. Canines when they set their minds to something, completely shut everything out. They hone their skills as a hunter and take out what or who ever was placed in front of them. Their size often gives them huge advantages. Other owners just piss their Canine off. Don’t feed him, throw him around. Really get the rage building then toss him in. Why get him to like him when getting him to hate you and still do what you want is so much easier. As long as he takes down what ever’s in front of him that’s all that matters. People often pit large animals, mostly large dogs, against their Canine just to rake in money. Knowing full well that the animal would not be the one walking away. The only one a Canine can’t take out is a Cherryboy, but no one can touch Cherryboy even in a regular universe. So it’s no different here. Even greenless Canines can win a fight, but it takes a bit of actual care from the owner for that. Which is fucked up. Bitty shop owners were horrified to learn where most Canines ended up. So they stopped selling them horrified of them being bought just to be shoved into squalor. So very few still sell them. A few have been rescued from fighting rings, but generally are pretty depressed or just straight hostile. They could warm to you, but that’d take years. When Canines form bonds, they’re deep strong and hard to forget. Even if they were disgusting and harmful to them.

Which reminds me. Do not get a Ripperboy bitty when housing any Canine bitty. Ripperboy is not kind to his brother in the normal universe, Bittyverse is less kind. Every Canine is created with the memories of how shitty Ripperboy is. He’ll push to get Canine to kill himself. Telling him how disgusting and problematic he is. Do everything to get rid of Canine. Depending on which it is, will change how they react. Greenless Canine will probably do it. His brothers words hurt. Green Canine is just going to rip Ripperboy apart. He’s had enough of the abuse. But killing him didn’t bring the satisfaction he thought it would. Leaving him kinda empty and a little colder towards you.

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- The inside of his cloak looks like shitty nebula's. They shift and move, swirling and sparkling. Speaking of his cloak.

- For the love of the stars do not touch Canines cloak without asking. If you see it sitting out, leave it. He will know you touched it and will be royally pissed. Like bust your nose pissed. He will magically grab your hair and smash your face into the nearest surface. It’s going to hurt. This goes for both variations of Canine. Not even shop owners know why Canine is so protective of it. Some say touching the inside will bring you where it shows you, space. Others say it leads to the void they hear their Bitties talk about. Some say it’s where he stores the things he deeply cares for and doesn’t want anyone else to touch. A kind of sub space compartment if you will. No one really knows, and he’s not sharing his knowledge on it.

- Upsetting a Canine could result in you missing a limb. If he gets mad enough he will attack you if you get too close. He won’t hold back when furious. Not afraid to bite even if he’s not that mad. His temper tantrums could easily cost you a lot of money on new furniture and hospital bills. If you startle him, he might attempt to bite you. Just as a fear reflex.

- Canines left hand is robotic. It’s not known why, but the creation process messed up and left it missing. So the shop owners just created little robotic hands for them. Having an Beastswap Undyne Bitty is a good idea. She’ll be able to keep maintenance up on the hand. Plus Canine just likes having her around.

- Canines are just missing a spinal piece. Why? I don’t know. Because they can. its because thats just how i drew him at first and decided fuck it

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