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c0mbatchameleon · 2 months

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Snippet / microfic / something idk

Aka where Regulus wakes up half drunk on the floor of his brother’s apartment and forgets that the spare bedroom is no longer a spare bedroom

The moonlight has carved out a hollowness into the room when Regulus opens his eyes. There’s music playing, still, for an audience of empty cups and a few toppled chairs and the snoring bodies of his friends on the couch.

Barty is splayed out over Evan, face buried into his neck like he doesn’t need air, but rather, he lives and breathes the boy beneath him. Evan’s hand has planted roots in his skull, twisted into matted hair. Flecks of glitter sprinkle every inch of the boys, a sparkle here and there in their hair, embedded in their skin, their eyelashes and parted lips. They’re a grimy sort of angelic in their blacked-out state, sleep blanketing them in an innocence you’d never find otherwise.

It’s not the first time he’s waken here, stiff back and sour taste in his mouth. He stumbles to the kitchen sink and sticks his head in, letting the water run rivers down his face and neck as he drinks it in gulps. It’s about a full minute of that, and then running his hands over his face for good measure, before he continues his trek to the bathroom, scouring the cabinet for mouthwash and taking a swig straight from the bottle and then swishing it and spitting into the sink, hands gripping the porcelain to hold up his own weight. It’s a wonder he’s been able to stand for this long with exhaustion dragging him down like an anchor tied to his limbs.

He trails behind himself into the hall and then his usual room, hands held out in front of him in the absence of sight. It takes a minute to find the bed. Once he does, he’s unceremoniously tugging back the covers and collapsing onto the mattress, sleep already overtaking him.

He sighs, half in relief and half in pain, pulling up the covers and-

“Well this is new.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.”

Regulus’s skull collides with the headboard before he can form a cohesive thought.

Sleep has made a hasty retreat, driven out by adrenaline and pure fear. The man in his bed—James, to be specific—instinctively shoots a hand out, clasping onto his arm.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Regulus whisper-yells, propped halfway up on his arm with the other hand clutching his head.

“What am I doing in my bed?”

Regulus blinks. Fuck. He forgot this bed actually belonged to someone. Not just someone. Of course, never just someone.

“I… forgot you lived here.”

His eyes have adjusted to the darkness, now. He watches James stare at him, dumbfounded, for a few beats. And then he bursts into a fit of laughter.

Of course the fucker is laughing. It blooms on his face like Spring itself; even here, dimly lit and squinting, it’s blinding. Rays of sunlight cutting through his teeth as he gasps for breath inbetween. Flower and leaf and fruit sprouting from his throat, and Regulus is just too tipsy to avoid the vines coiling around him, his arms and legs and chest, taking root in his own throat, planting seeds in his lungs.

He’s too tired to fight the branches stretching out like hands and pulling at the corners of his own lips, coercing a smaller laugh. He doesn’t even think it’s that funny, maybe James is just delirious. Maybe he’s still a little drunk, too.

“You forgot I lived here. In my room. In my apartment.” James relays, his hysterics reigned in to a splitting grin. Blinding, blinding, still blinding. He’s on his side, head resting in his hand—the other hand is still on Regulus, a light touch burning holes through his clothes, the skin on his shoulder, the muscle and bone marrow, planting more seeds, sprouting more life. He’s staring up at Regulus with sparkling eyes. Who gave him this much joy? Who gave him the idea to direct any of it his way?

Even here, in the middle of the night, waking him up just to shed glitter on his clean sheets and yell at him for existing in his own home.

Regulus doesn’t deserve it. But he can’t find it in himself to deny it right now.

“I may have, uh, passed out in here drunk a few times when you weren’t here last year.”

“A few times?” James asked, eyebrows raised, hand still there.

“Ok. Maybe a lot. Forgot it wasn’t actually mine,” Regulus admits, trying not to shortcircuit from the contact. Trying to relocate the mask of indifference he misplaced after the 3rd or 4th shot. He can just barely feel he’s still smiling, stupidly. He can’t find the right muscles to make it go away.

The analog clock on the dresser across the room reads 3:27 AM in a blue glow. Regulus knows the sensible thing to do now is get up, but the soft arms of sleep are extending from somewhere below, furling around his body and pulling down. The mattress, James’s mattress, might be the softest thing he’s ever laid rest on and it’s enveloping him like quicksand. He lets his head drop forward like dead weight as he musters the strength to move.

“Well don’t let me stop you, then,” James says, amusement and something strangely resembling adoration painted on his face. “I can sleep on the couch, if you want.”

It’s all way too casual for the absolutely absurd offer.

Regulus stares at him in disbelief. “You’re just gonna let me kick you out of your own bed.”

James shrugs, “You look comfy.”

There’s the distant hum of a car engine passing outside, an intermittent clicking sound from the run down heater in the room. The window shade is somewhat transparent, which defeats the whole fucking purpose of the thing, much to Regulus’s annoyance—he’s awoken, against his will to many a sunrise in this room—and a nearby streetlight gently pollutes the darkness, illuminating James from behind in a halo of muted yellow light.

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” Regulus replies, still not moving. James laughs softly. A few daisies sprout in the garden growing between them. “Barty and Evan are on the couch, anyway.”

“I’ll take the floor then.”

“You’re not sleeping on the fucking floor for me.”

“Well I’m more than happy to share, then.”

“You’re not- what?” His bemusement distracts him momentarily from the growing effort of keeping his eyes open. James squeezes his shoulder lightly, the bastard, drawing a small breath from him that he hopes to god goes unheard, before finally drawing back his hand.

“I sleep on the floor or we both sleep here. Your choice.”

“And if I sleep on the floor?”

“I’ll still sleep on the floor out of spite. I don’t think you could get up if you tried, right now, anyway.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Regulus groans. He fully collapses in defeat onto the pillow as he says it, which might take some of the edge out of the remark.

“I really don’t mind the floor, love. Good for the back and all. I’ve got tons of extra pillows and blankets, anyway,” James says, gesturing to the floor next to his bed.

“Just sleep in the god damn bed,” Regulus sighs. He shuffles so he’s on his back, one arm bent over his head rather dramatically, and closes his eyes. He’s fully relented in his battle with his own exhaustion now, and it’s closing in fast.

James doesn’t move for a moment. Regulus can feel his gaze like a beam of sunlight through a magnifying glass. He doesn’t need to open his eyes to smell his own clothes begin to smoke in the wake of it. “Are you sure?” he finally asks, playful tone receding. “I just- I should warn you I’m a bit of an.. active sleeper. And I know you don’t always like people touching you-“

“It’s alright when it’s you.”

It comes out nearly a whisper now as he sinks. He’ll blame it on alcohol or delirium, tomorrow, if he’s not outright denying having said it. He doesn’t actually know why he said it out loud. Regulus usually keeps the truth to himself, as a general rule.

The last thing he hears before falling asleep is James’s small intake of breath, followed by a faint “Oh. Yeah?” and then reality rescinds entirely.

#this is my first time writing fanfiction since I was 13 #it’s also a random scene from a bigger story that’s been in my head the past couple months #but yeah #idk what I’m doing #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus #james x regulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #unnamed physics fic #writing stuff and things

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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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bring me to life - p.e

summary: when ursula possesses y/n to make her try and trap ariel, eric knows somethings off.

prince eric x reader

a/n: this is so humbling but he’s actually the finest man i’ve ever seen

the day ariel sacrificed her voice for legs, it was bound to go to hell. the only thing she wanted in life was to be with the humans, sick of being confined to the ocean. the deal she made with ursula is that she needed approval from the royals in three days. she begged to understand their world, and after she met y/n and eric, she fell in love with the above world.

they were the most gracious and accepting people on the island. they strolled around with her, y/n helping her get dressed and ready, and eric showing her his collections. she never knew that the love from land was so strong until she spent the days with them.

eric glowed around y/n, ariel noticing the bright beam on his face when she came around. he talked about her like an angel, or someone from another perfect universe. ariel knew the look in his eyes, the one of full of mesmerize. ariel quickly found out that it was very mutual, y/n being so fond of eric. her love for him was stronger than the waves, and ariel knew it.

toward the end of the second day, y/n was running around the castle with eric, fooling around with ariel before being scolded by grimsby. most nights, y/n and eric go to bed together, falling asleep as he holds her. tonight was different. the air was stiff, making y/n’s anxiety peak. she decided to take a walk down to the beach to hear the waves and see the water, hopefully calming her down. the ocean was calm from the night winds, but as she sat on the rocks, it started getting harsher. the wind was blowing her hair around, as well as causing the waves to crash around her.

ursula knew the exact weak point in eric and in ariel. meeting y/n and taking her as a friend made her a perfect target to destroy ariel’s life. for eric, y/n’s the most loved. every part of her and her mind is completely admired by eric. ursula knows they’ll listen to y/n, doubting themselves too much. so, if she could convince y/n that ariel isn’t good enough, maybe she had a shot.

“oh, child,” the eerie voice rolls through the water, making y/n move her head around trying to spot it. “a sleepless night?”

“w-who are you?” she questions, stepping away from the rock, leaving only her feet in the wet sand. she’s fully alarmed by the sight in front of her. she’s never seen something like this, leaving cold chills down her spine.

“you’ve never heard of the sea witch?” y/n nervously shakes her head naively. “it means you should listen to me, sweetheart.”

y/n’s hands remain at her side, playing with the seams of her dress. her breathing deepens, coming out more sharp in panic of the creature in front of her.

“that little ariel,” ursula begins. “is no good for this world. and i need your help to bring her back to me.”

“i can’t,” y/n whispers as she walks back further. “i can’t help you.”

“i know you can,” ursula puts her hand out and y/n cringes at the noises of her tentacles on the sand.

the sounds of y/n’s quick breaths and the swishing of ursula’s many arms has become the only thing on the beach. “n-no, no,” y/n demands. “i won’t do this.”

“fine, then!” ursula sighs. as y/n attempts to run away, hurrying out of ursula’s sight, her tentacles grip onto her sides, pulling her closer. y/n tries to yank them off, but they stick to her dress and her skin like hot glue. the air gets tighter around her, using every ounce of energy to escape the grasp of the sea witch. “i’ll just have to make you.”

the words makes y/n’s mind freeze, placing horror into her mind. she thinks about eric, wishing he were here to save her. it was too late, he was out cold in their bed, where they should be together. she knew no one was coming to save her. before she knew it, ursula cracked open a bottle, the smokey substance inside fading into y/n as she breathed it in. her irises flicked between hues of purple from ursula’s spell before returning back to the normal color. ursula knew she must leave, so y/n was left on the sand, marks on her dress as she lay on the cold ground of the beach, unconscious.

eric wakes in the morning early, prepared to explore more with y/n and collect more treasures. he rolls over to place his hand on her, but it only sinks down and he is confronted with the empty bed sheets. he immediately gets up, putting on the normal clothes as he heads downstairs to look for his love.

“grimsby!” he shouts. “have you seen y/n?”

“no, i haven’t. was she not in bed?”

“maybe she went out to the villages with ariel?”

“ariel’s upstairs, sire,” grimsby informs. eric starts to get more fearful, anything could have happened to her. his life dream used to be to explore the ocean, but now it’s just to keep y/n safe. as long as she’s with him, he’s happy. if anyone ever attempted to hurt her, there would be a new version of himself.

he walked the streets and halls of the castle with no sight of y/n. he stormed through the rooms, requesting help from guards and anyone who was free to search. every single time that anyone came back to say she wasn’t found, his heart broke off a piece.

he decided to roam down to the beaches, just in case she had made her way down here and forgotten to say something. when he spotted a bundle of soft hair, the same color as y/n’s, he sprinted over and fell on his knees in the sand.

“y/n?” he asks, placing his hands on her cheeks to straighten her head. “hey, y/n!”

her eyes flutter open, and eric immediately catches on. she doesn’t seem disoriented, she doesn’t seem alarmed. she’s different. her eyes are darkened and her expression seems uncanny. eric shivers at the look of her, he knows somethings wrong than just a fall on the beach. “are you alright, darling?”

“i’m fine,” she replies. “where’s red?”

y/n walks through the castle, leaving chaos and destruction in her path. she’s messed up the organization, and touching everything she sees. she does it with a smirk on her face as well, knowing exactly the plan.

in her head, only ursula stands, controlling her words and thoughts as y/n feels barricaded. she feels like she’s in a prison of her own mind, not being able to escape and work for herself. it’s like she’s become a puppet of the sea, saying and doing what the monsters please.

there was a party in honor of eric tonight, the queen just being thrilled that he’s home safe. it was also a way to welcome ariel to their customs, and help her get settled into the community. she hadn’t gotten her answer if she was fully accepted yet, but that wasn’t enough for ursula. if ariel wasn’t hers at the end of this, she might just have to take y/n. it’s hard work to make a bad impression of someone so genuine like ariel.

y/n walks into the party, dressed in a slim corset and purple dress as she walks onto the outdoor floor. she looks at ariel, with a toothy smirk on her face. eric spots her, making note of y/n’s watery eyes and red cheeks. somethings terribly wrong with y/n, and he doesn’t know how to save her from it.

“your majesty,” y/n says to the queen. “i need to have a word with you.”

“of course, y/n,” she places a hand on her shoulder, walking over to a corner as eric follows behind them.

“i believe that girl is not safe for this island. all the destruction and disrespect in this castle is a result of her,” eric walks in, overhearing y/n’s words and being confused. she adored ariel, and there was no way she was saying this alone.

“mother-” eric speaks, his mother putting up her hand to him. even the queen can notice something wrong with y/n’s demeanor. her features are sharper, leaving a more intimidating look to her. normally, she looks sweet and welcoming, but now she’s started to look mischievous.

“y/n, im sure it is a misunderstanding what’s happened, but- y/n, miss?”

y/n’s eyes are glued on the orange skies, looking at the sun sinking closer to the horizon. her face glows a golden tint from the light and she moves to look at the ocean. eric grabs her hand, but she swipes it away and walks past everyone. ariel has a frightened look on her face, thinking of how to save herself from scrutiny. unfortunately, as the sun dips below the line between the ocean and the sky, ariel stumbles to the floor as eric scurries to help her up.

“you’re too late!” y/n cries, smiling but also with tears. she runs over to ariel, grabbing onto her arms and yanking her off the ground. they struggle over to the balcony before ursula pops up, grabbing the two girls and diving into the water.

eric watches as his friend and his sweet girlfriend fall into the water. he’s taken aback by the tail revealed, but he needs y/n to be safe first. he got in his boat and rowed out to sea, impacting with the sharp waves and abruptness. he spotted ursula with ariel and triton under the surface, but no y/n. he panics, turning into fight mode as he tries to impale ursula with a sword. he just grazes her, just angering the creature as she sends her eels up to him. even as he’s actually attacked, he just wants to find y/n before anything else.

the battle with ursula felt like a scene from a movie. it was like it lasted days, painful, exhausting days of torment from the witch. even after he swam up to shore, y/n was nowhere to be found.

“get a boat!” eric pants. “we need to find y/n, i need to find her.”

“eric,” the queen says.

“mother, i need her-“

“relax, first, eric. we will find her. we have people out already looking for her,” she tries to comfort her son who’s in the water, discombobulated from all he’s been through today. he stared at the water, remaining on shore but still lost at sea. y/n could be anywhere and it’s out of his control.

with every last morsel of strength y/n had left, she managed to force herself to swim to shore. she lay on the hot sand, absorbing the cold water from her hair and her dress. her eyes felt like she was looking through a dirty eyeglass, the ache in her head blurring her vision. her head had one too many impacts, leaving her with a thumping pain. once she landed there, rolling onto her back to let the sun beat on her face, she couldn’t make herself stand. her muscles were overworked and weary. the warmth of the sun encapsulated her body, leaving her to dry from the soak of the sea.

eric stormed through the beaches, despite the complaints from the queen. he wasn’t going to let her escape him again and be taken. she was just an innocent person, someone who didn’t deserve the wrath of ursula.

ariel herself felt scared. she never was able to experience the same emotions as humans, until she connected with y/n. she knew ursula too well to miss her tricks. y/n would have never done that to her under any circumstance. she admired y/n on the island. ariel had discovered the disappearance of y/n, and took matters into her own hands. she explored the oceans anywhere that she could’ve fallen to, but she eventually washed up to a small island, too far from the shore of eric’s island.

she could see the floating of y/n’s dress in the high tide. she saw the swishes of hair on the ground, covered in grains of sand. she rapidly flipped her fins, pushing herself onto the sand to grab onto y/n. she swam with the unconscious body quickly to the shore of the main island, leaving her on the dry land as she returned back to the waves.

even as time passed, eric was still searching frantically, looking like a lunatic on the beaches. he didn’t stop until he was forced to by his mother, succumbing to her orders to get back in the castle. he was observed and checked out in the medical wing to make sure he wasn’t hurt too severely.

he heard shuffling in the halls, the passing of guards and orders. “alert the prince,” one says, making eric’s head perk up. it wasn’t until grimsby whipped the door open, walking in to greet eric.

“sire,” he pants. “we’ve found y/n.”

eric stands up, his face falling straight as he swiftly moved down the hallways. his footsteps ricochet through the tall passages, skipping up the stairs and seeing y/n in a small bed. her hair was tied back with a white bandage wrapped around her head.

he pauses, taking in the sight of his one and only, vulnerable and hurt on the bed. his chest rises and sinks in long breaths. he doesn’t know if he can handle looking at her sleeping body, she looks too peaceful for him to be comfortable.

as the servants cleared out of the room, eric sat beside her on the bed. he grabbed her hand as she fluttered awake, stretching her body out with a grimace on her face. “eric?”

“yes,” he whispers. “i’m here, it’s alright.”

“i don’t understand what happened, it was all so fast and then ariel-“

“shh, you’re going to be ok now,” he reassures her, running a hand on her cheek.

“but where is ariel? she dropped me off on the shoreline and i didn’t see her again,” y/n questions, fearing for her friend. when she looks behind eric, she hears a soft, gracious knock on the doors as ariel steps in in her blue dress. she has a dim smile on her lips as y/n tells her. “come in, please, ariel.”

she steps into the room, looking around at the mysterious objects in this part of the castle. the couple smiles at the curious girl until she makes her way over to y/n on the bed. “i found you on an island on the outland. it was further from the shipwreck than we were.”

“thank you,” y/n smiles, grabbing ariel’s hand and placing her other one on top of them. she looks around, her expression changing to confusion. “i guess i’ll address the problem in the room. your legs have returned.”

“my father gave me the gift of staying here with you. i’m meant to be on land, and i’ve finally been heard. i couldn’t have done any of this without you. you showed me kindness and never once treated me like i was unordinary, even though i am.”

“you don’t need to ask for respect around here,” y/n says. ariel thanks her one last time, before moving out of the room.

“you have no idea how happy i am that you’re alright,” eric remarks, shuffling closer to y/n’s body. “i was so scared i lost you.”

“i know,” y/n replies. “but you’ll never lose me, eric.” he leans forward, placing a sweet kiss on her lips as a token of gratitude.

“we’re meant to be together until the sky falls, my love.”

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addisonneedshelp · 6 months

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You Belong To Me

M!Tiefling x F!Reader

I sat on the couch staring at the ceiling and thought about the last few months I was now a married woman to a man my parents had set me up with in a matter of five months. Thyil was not a bad man he was just distant he didn't talk much to me and when he did he was a man of few words. I huffed and got up and decided to stop and make dinner for once. I got up and walked to the kitchen and started making a basic chicken Alfredo with garlic bread. I put some music on and got to work and lost myself in the calming activity.

I was half way through dinner when i heard the door unlock and saw Thyil walk in his light purple skin and his deep purple horns sticking out of his skin as he set his keys in a bowl on the counter and his bag on a bench. His tail wrapped around his thigh he didn't seem to notice me at first but he seemed to smell the food and looked up and i watched his pupils dilate and he licked his lips. "how was work" i said watching him "it was stressful" he piped up never taking his eyes off me "is dinner almost ready". "yeah, just give me like ten more minutes". He nodded and continued to watch me his gaze unwavering. I finished dinner and set it on the table and we ate it in peace he enjoyed it i could tell his tail swished back and forth lazily and his ears twitched "thank you" "it's no problem" i smiled.

After dinner i cleared the table and cleaned and i washed the dishes and felt something creep behind me. Thyil came behind me and caged me in gently. "you know i really appreciate what you did" he said brushing some stray hair behind my ear. I flush "it's nothing really" "no i insist" he brushes the hair away from my neck and kisses my neck softly. i take a sharp breath in and calmly dry my hands and turn around to face him. "Thyil what are you doing" i tried to breath calmly he smiled "god you being my little fucking housewife turns me on all i can think about is just fucking you, your my wife and i want to make sure you never forget that" he groans and presses me close and i can feel something hard being pressed against me as he kisses and nibbles my neck. I inhale sharply as he grinds against me slowly "i want you my little wife I've always wanted you". I nod and lift his head and kiss his lips softly I wanted to make this marriage work. Thyil kissed me back and grabbed my hips and grounded me against him slipping his tongue into my mouth. "I want you too Thyill" That was all he needed as he picked me up and walked me over to our bedroom. He laid me on the bed and kicked off his shoes and took his belt off and crawled on top of me attacking my lips. I moaned into his mouth as his hand explored my body. It slipped under my shirt and fished out my breast from my bra and played with my nipple. I took off my shirt quickly wanting to get rid of all the layers and started unbuttoning his. "Someone is eager" he teased as he unclasped my bra and massaged my breasts. I took off my skirt leaving me in my black panties and he smiled and slipped his hand underneath them. He dipped his hand in my wetness and i moaned "such a good wife all ready to take me" he circled my clit slowly and i squirmed but he held me still as he whispered praises in my ear. I felt the knot building in my stomach "Faster Thyil Please" he smiled and quickened his pace and i panted heavily and he kissed my neck enjoying watching me coming undone on his fingers. I came and rode his fingers and moaning softly "good girl" he licked his fingers clean and smiled and i flushed i looked at his growing bulge "are you ready for me" "yes" he smiled as he pulled his cock out and stroked it softly it was pretty big leaking pre-cum already he kissed my forehead "you can tell me to stop okay my love" i nodded as he aligned himself and sunk himself inside he groaned and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. He sighed and moved slowly letting me adjust "go faster" i plead. He looked at me grinning devilishly "your wish is my command" he picked up the pace and rested his head in the crook of my neck groaning softly. I moaned as he came inside of me and he chased his high. I came soon after and was left a panting mess. He looked at me and tucked some hair behind my ear. "your beautiful" I blushed and turned my head away but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "i love you" he kissed my lips gently and caressed my cheek. I smiled "i love you too" I went to lay down and he grabbed me gently chuckling softly "I'm not done with you yet".

Thank you for reading!!!

#monster romance #monster boyfriend #monster smut #monster x reader #monster lover #monster fucker #monster kink #monsterfucker #monster x human #m

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writingdevil · 2 months

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The Lonely Cottage in the Woods

(Hi!This is my first time writing a fic in a certain fandom,and it's also my first unique post on my blog,despite being on this site for ages.This fic is inspired by a piece of boatem art by @wasyago )

Somewhere,deeps within the forests of the land of Hermitcraft,a small cottage stood.Tall,quiet and proud.

The cottage served as a shop for travelers,people either needing supplies for their journey,or advice on where to go next.The cottage never had a shortage of visitors in Hermitcraft,what with all the creative and determined minds that dwelled the land.

But the cottage also served as an Inn,and was proudly stated on the sign that was nailed to the front of the house for all to see-'Scar's Spectacular Shop and Inn!'

The problem though,was that nobody ever wanted to stay the night at the cottage.They would always buy the supplies and take the information that they needed,and then leave.Leaving the owner of the cottage with a heavy heart and an even heavier silence.

The man who resided in the cottage was a cheery,happy man,who lived in an incredibly silent house.He was always willing to help people on their journeys,whether it be to help them clean their wounds,or point them in the right direction.But they never stayed.They just got what they wanted and left the lonely man,in the cottage that was beginning to feel too big for him.

The man's name was Scar Goodtimes,and he's lived in his travelers shop for years now.But as the years passed,Scar wished more and more,that some people would linger at the cottage,for just a day or two.Even though Scar was quick to get over it, some sad thoughts would worm its way to the forefront of his mind.

Like how the table looked too big with just one plate of food.

Like how the house looked too clean for his liking,no clutter to be found.

Like how there was a lack of life in the house.

Bur Scar understood.Really,he did.A lot of people wouldn't be quick to trust a lone man in a forest and stay the night.Stranger danger and all that.But then he'd hear other things when people thought he couldn't hear their whispers.

Yes,true to his name,fading scars littered across his body,not an inch to be spared.There was even a large and obvious scar that slashed across the middle of his face,which he knew people ogled at,but he didn't mind.

What he did mind,were the rumours about how he got the scars.A lot of things he overhead was that he used to be a bloodthirsty arsonist,or a shady criminal who used to run an empire,and they just got more outlandish from there.

Truthfully though,Scar just got into a lot of accidents.

(Though,sometimes,he'll hear those rumors and look down at his arms,and a quiet voice in his head will wish they weren't so visible)

But it's fine.He doesn't mind being in a cottage most of his life.He's got Jellie,his precious cat,and he knows that one day,he'll get used to seeing people not sticking around,and his heart won't twist in pain so much.

Knock knock!

The first peculiar man that he meets in a while,was named Impulse.He was large,buff,and had two horns protruding out of his head,with a long tail swishing back and forth behind him,and a sheepish grin on his face.

"Hi!Are you the innkeeper here?"

"Why yes I am!My name is Scar Goodtimes,what can I do for you,good sir?"The man rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he said "Well,I was wandering around, looking for new clients in the area for builds,but I didn't notice the time,and then i saw the sign that this place was an inn,and I'd really like to avoid the mobs,if that's okay."The implied question hung in the air between them,and Scar had to physically stop himself from trying to jump out of his wheelchair.

Someone was asking to stay at his makeshift Inn!Also,the man seemed no casual about it,not a hint of suspicion or distrust in hid voice whatsoever.This completely normal offer meant so much more than Impulse would ever know.So,with an excited grin,Scar happily said "Make yourself at home!"

Which Impulse certainly did.He was respectful of his house and of Jellie,most importantly.He got settled in,and during dinner,they talked about Impulse's plans and what his goals were after today.

Impulse was quite a hard-working demon,always looking for the next farm or building to create,for others to use.He has recently just finished working on a massive factory,that had been given to a town to use itself.He was just wandering around now,waiting for the next client to build for.

Scar was very impressed with Impulse's driven nature,but when he asked a certain question,the relaxed smile fell off his face and confusion replaced it instead.

Scar had simply asked "Have you ever built something for yourself?"

That question-hit different to Impulse.His tail flicked back and forth in agitation the longer he couldn't answer,but the silence pretty much answered for him.No.He's never build anything purely for his own benefit.

Scar was quick to brighten the mood and patted his shoulder comfortingly as he said "Hey,it's okay if you haven't.Besides,you have all the time in the world to build whatever your heart desires.Just make sure I can see it when it's done."He said that last part jokingly,not expecting it to have such a weight on Impulse's heart.

Impulse didn't leave the next day.Instead,he walked up to him that morning,fiddling with his tail nervously,the complete opposite of the cheerful man he was yesterday and asked "Is it okay if I stay here for a few more days?I...might have to make a change of plans for myself."

He didn't elaborate,but he didn't need to as Scar immediately blurted out "Yes!Of course!"feeling joy return to his heart.So just like that,the cottage in the forest wasn't lonely anymore.

Impulse was a very nice addition to Scar's life.He would talk with Scar all day long and play with Jellie,and help around the house without complaints.He sometimes even brought a fresh perspective on some of Scar's own projects,making some redstone suggestions.Hewould check up on Scar if he was feeling down (a first for him) and make sure that he was happy and laughing all day.It was such a welcome change,and it may still just be two people in a big cottage,but Scar was just happy to hear another voice through the walls from time to time.

Scar didn't comprehend the hole that Impulse had started to fill in his heart,until he saw blueprints and papers scattered about on the table one day,and at the top of the paper,was titled-Personal Build! Then he knew that he had done something right.

"Um,Scar?There's someone sleeping on the front porch."

The second odd person that Scar met,didn't even come to the cottage on purpose.

Scar rushed to the door and yanked it open,only to find a young woman,sure enough,sleeping outside the cottage,her back against the doorframe.Her head kept dropping forehead as she slept,a curtain of brown hair blocking her face.

She didn't look injured in any way,but that didn't mean she wasn't in danger.Scar bit his lip,unsure of how to go about this,but then he heard Impulse walk up behind him and softly called out "Hey,ma'am?Ma'am,are you okay?"

Thankfully,that was enough to wake her as she groaned,rubbing her eyes lazily,sitting up properly,and Scar had to force himself to be patient before launching into questions.

The woman got her bearings together pretty quickly though,yawning as she looked them both in the eye.But when she did,Scar's mouth dropped slightly in awe.Both her eyes had a background of a dark void,almost like a night sky,and within them,a twinkling star in the center of her right eye,and a crescent moon in her left.

"Good morning,gentlemen."were the first things she said,her voice holding nothing but chipper positivity,as if this was a normal occurrence."It's actually almost midnight."Impulse nervously corrected,probably not equipped for a situation like this,but Scar definitely was,used to being friendly with all types of people,and this lady was no different.

"Well,nonetheless,hello to you too.My name is Scar and this is my friend Impulse."The woman smiled brightly,sticking her hand out "It's nice to meet you both too.You can call me Pearl."Scar gladly shook her hand,and was surprised to find her hands just as calloused as his own."I hope you don't mind me asking but are you-okay?You're not hurt are you?Or in any sort of danger?"

Pearl shook her head,the bell on her sleeping hat jingling loudly in the night.She crossed her legs,still sitting on the porch,and replied "Oh,no,I am perfectly fine and safe,you don't have to worry about me."but then Impulse asked in worry and confusion "But then why were you sleeping on the porch?"

At his question,Pearl's shoulders slumped and her smile shrunk,but still appeared happy as she explained "Well,I was simply living my life,far across the land from here,building farms and being self-sufficient,but then a few days ago,I kinda started to feel-bored.There was nothing new to do and I didn't really have friends to talk to,and in those moments, I tend to just look up at the night sky."then she did exactly that,and Scar copied her, watching as the stars glistened in the sky.

There was now a fondness in Pearl's voice as she continued "I always had a bad habit of letting the moon and the stars drift me away,but this time,I felt like I was being pulled towards something,so I let myself be taken away by the night,and I guess I ended up here."Pearl then shrugged,done with her story and seemingly content with her current position.

It was certainly a story,but Scar felt like she was telling the truth,if her constant beaming smile at the moon was anything to go by.He turned to look behind him,and saw Impulse giving her a small smile back,with a glint of something familiar in his eyes.One shared look between them and they were on the same page.

"Well then Pearl,this cottage also acts as an Inn,so wouldn't you rather gaze at the night sky from inside a warm house,with nice food and fluffy blankets to accompany you?"Pearl glanced down at her lap as she muttered "That does sound nice."There was a minute of silence as Pearl contemplated the offer,and Scar was beginning to worry that she'd say no,but what was she going to do then?Keep walking aimlessly while staring at the moon,with no sense of direction whatsoever?Scar wasn't so sure why he was getting so stressed over a stranger.A part of him said that it was because he was still lonely,but that was ridiculous,he had Impulse now,so his loneliness should be fixed,right?

Maybe he was still lonely,or maybe it was something deeper,something that came from his core,like how Pearl said that the moon was guiding her towards something.Either way,Scar really hoped she would stay.

Pearl hadn't answered yet,and she now had a look of frustration on as she seemed to be arguing with herself,until Impulse spoke up and said "Pearl,we can assure you that there won't be a dull moment while you're in this cottage."

Then she was sold.

Pearl added a new layer of comfort in Scar's life that he didn't know he needed.She added her own spark of life and colour within the house,and she fit right in with the two of them.

She volunteered to help improve the inside of the cottage,making it appear more lively and appealing, making its previous arrangement look bland in comparison,and Scar didn't even realise how dim it looked.

Pearl still gazed at the moon every night,walking outside and simply staring up at the sky. Sometimes,Impulse and Scar joined her. Sometimes,Scar worried that Pearl would feel another tug and would drift away from them.

But she always came back into the house,even weeks after her arrival,and if Scar noticed that,over time,she spent less time looking at the stars and more time with them,well,that was for him to cherish.

The next bizarre event happened a few weeks after Pearl's arrival.

Throughout the day,there was a weird scratching and stomping sound coming from the roof.Impulse said that he would check it out,after he was finished helping Pearl with the redstone machine for their potato crops.

Knock knock!

"I've got it!"Scar called out to his friends in the backyard as he quickly opened the door,expecting another customer.

What he saw instead,was a very tall man,easily over six feet.He wore a clean black suit,which was unusual for travelers.But what was more unusual was the crimson red parasol he held,shielding his pale face and fancy mustache from the sun.He seemed very anxious,twisting the parasol handle, and then Scar noticed that his fingers were covered in a red powder.

When he answered the door,the man took a quick glance at him and then immediately averted his eyes.Scar had the urge to rub the marks on his arms,thinking that they were grossing the stranger out,but then the man stuttered out "U-Um,hello sir."

"Hello to you too.What can I help you with?Do you need supplies for your travels?"The man shook his head and said "Actually,I needed to ask you a question."Scar tilted his head in confusion,but let the man continue.

The stranger tightened his hold on his parasol, trying to gather up some courage,so Scar shot him a soft smile and the man looked stunned at his patience,and that seemed to make him relax enough to speak.

"Have you-um-been hearing weird noises today?" Scar nodded,becoming more curious as to who this man was.Was he an exterminator or something kind of hunter?Surely not,with the attire he had on,nor did he act like he even wanted to be having this interaction.

At his nod,the man sighed harshly,and Scar caught a flash of fangs in his mouth.A vampire,huh?Well that would certainly explain the parasol in broad daylight.

The man began to stammer,his attention much too focused on trying to peer inside his house rather than making a coherent sentence.His eyes were flickering to every corner that wasn't Scar,and when Scar opened his mouth to finally get to the bottom of this,there was suddenly a voice in his left ear yelling "BOO!"

Scar shouted in fright,jumping in his wheelchair as a new voice cackled in his ear.The other man standing before him lost all his nerves as he scolded the new figure "I knew you'd be around here,Grian!Why did you fly off without me?"

Scar panted in shock,a hand on his chest,and looked to the left,finding a man hanging upside down from the porch roof,a wide and cheeky grin on his face.He then dropped,then swooped back up into the air,bright red wings shimmering in the sun. He flew around in the air for a few seconds,circling his friend's head as he replied "Because,Mumbo Jumbo,you slept in and I was bored of waiting for you to wake up."

"I slept in because I was up all night fixing the redstone machine that you broke!"

"Well you shouldn't have left those levers and buttons all over the place!You know I'm weak to them!"

As the tall man,now known as Mumbo Jumbo, sighed tiredly,the new avian friend lowered himself and used his friend's arm as a perch, glancing at Scar curiously.

Oh,these two were trouble,and Scar liked trouble.

The guy that spooked him,Grian,was studying him closely,and Scar was beginning to feel like some sort of prey.He had messy,sandy blonde hair and brown,beady eyes that seemed to stare into his soul.He wore a thick,red jumper,almost matching the colour of his wings,and when Scar looked into his eyes,all he saw was mischief and chaos.

"Listen,I'm really sorry about giving you a fright there.I was just sitting on your roof,messing with Mumbo,and then I heard you talking and just wanted to mess with you a little bit."Grian explained,and Scar obviously forgave him,not that he was angry in the first place.He knew that he was just in the middle of two friends playful banter.

Scar waved him off "No need to apologise,just made my poor heart skip several beats and made my life flash before my eyes."the three men chuckled lightly,then fell into a comfortable silence, which was weird considering that they've only talked for a few minutes.

But then Impulse's voice called out from the back of the house "Hey Scar!Can you lend a hand with this redstone machine?"

"Redstone?"Grian said,eyes drawn to the voices of Pearl and Impulse deep in the house.He suddenly flapped his wings,almost hitting Mumbo's parasol in the process,who grumbled in annoyance and leaned away as Grian floated in the air.

"Mumbo's great at redstone,let him try!"then just straight up flew into the house without a second glance at Mumbo.Scar chuckled as he heard Grian's cheerful voice mixed in with Pearl and Impulse's surprised ones,but Mumbo's harsh sigh brought concern out.

He seemed more relaxed now,from knowing where his friend was,but still seemed stressed as he said "I'm really sorry about him,mate.He kinda just does what he wants,and trouble tends to follow him, along with me I guess.I completely understand if you want us to leave you alone.After all-"Mumbo let a bitter,low laugh out and Scar saw that his eyes were filled with muted anger and pain as he muttered "-not many people take too kindly to our antics."

Scar had already made up his mind the second Grian startled him,but now his heart was set and longed to see what these antics were.So Scar smiled and made way for Mumbo to come in and said "Make yourself at home."

Boy,did they make themselves at home.

Mumbo and Grian were like the last pieces of the puzzle that needed to fit into Scar's empty heart. Mumbo's creative spin on redstone helped the cottage out tremendously,and even when it sometimes didn't work,nobody scolded him,which Mumbo always expected.Mumbo was just as much of a trickster as Grian,poking fun at one another whenever possible,but tended to keep quieter about his hijinks,but slowly,he got louder.

Grian was a hurricane of trouble himself,and Scar,Impulse and Pearl ended up contributing to that chaos more often than not.The avian always had a prank up his sleeve,and everyone always ended up laughing by the end of it.

Grian also loved building things,with beautiful and detailed designs,but he never got around to finishing the back of,for some reason.

He would swoop and glide around in the sky,with grace and with expert precision,as he performed so many different tricks and turns in the air,as if he had been confined to the ground his whole life. Sometimes,Grian would simply perch somewhere and watch as the sun went down,wings relaxed but looking unkempt from a day of flying.

When Scar offered to help preen his feathers and tidy them up (He's seen Mumbo do it countless times) he was surprised when a flash of fear shot through the avian's eyes for a split second,and Scar understood how big of a deal it was when Grian still held his wing out for him without a word.

Impulse.A sweet workaholic.

Pearl.A cheerful night lover.

Mumbo.An anxious genius.

Grian.A pesky prankster.

This was what Scar was missing.A family.

So when one day,months later,if Grian casually brought up needing to get a bigger house to fit all five of them,well,nobody needed to see Scar cry tears of joy,at the fact that his friends were now his home,and not the once lonely cottage that stood in the middle of the woods.

#hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #grian #pearlescentmoon #impulsesv #goodtimeswithscar #boatem #my writing

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ghoulette-knell · 7 months

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Touch Starved

Omega x Terzo

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Word Count: 2,158

TW: Rough Dom!Omega; Sub!Terzo; anal penetration; flirting to make another jealous; mild bondage; oral; handjob.

Terzo knew the exact way to make the fans scream with glee. That was flirting with his Nameless Ghouls. It always got the crowd going, and although his main target with this flirting was always Omega, today would be different. Ifrit, one of Terzo's other guitarists, would be receiving his teases and taunts tonight.

Terzo considered this payback as well as a punishment towards Omega. The Ghoul had been distant lately, not even willing to hang out with his Papa. Terzo suspected his little Ghoul might've been seeing someone else in the ministry, so two could play that game.

Papa Emeritus III galloped around the stage as Mummy Dust played; the crowd going wild as Zephyr grabbed his keytar, preparing for his iconic solo.

As Zephyr took the stage, Terzo took his opportunity to skip over to Ifrit; his eyes hungry for Omega's reaction.

He could feel Omega's eyes burning holes in the back of his head as he laid his hands softly into Ifrit's chest. The fire Ghoul gasped, not anticipating such a move from his Papa, but he wasn't upset with this. Underneath his mask, the Ghoul was smirking,

"What's this about, eh?" Ifrit yelled over the loud keytar solo, "What will Omega think?"

"Fuck Omega," Terzo growled while cupping Ifrit's face in his gloved hand, "That asshole doesn't even give me head anymore. I'm a busy man, and I can't wait around for him if he's not interested anymore."

Ifrit purred a bit and nodded, "I can surely help you out with that anytime, Papa. All you need to do is ask."

Terzo growled a little bit, the noise echoing through his chest. He loved it when his Ghouls referred to him as Papa. He was their Papa,

"Good boy," he whispered while patting Ifrit's cheek one more time, winking at the Ghoul.

Ifrit licked his lips, his smirk devious. He watched hungrily as Terzo skipped away to attend to the fans; his tail swishing around in anticipation.

As Zephyr raced back to his area in the back with the other air Ghouls, Terzo couldn't help but turn to face Omega. The Ghoul was staring at Terzo in disbelief. Even his mannerisms were off.

Usually Omega was wild on stage, always jumping around and showing his eager crowd how amazing he was. Now, he just stood still; glaring at Terzo.

The band quickly wrapped up the rest of the ritual as planned; Papa blowing kisses into the crowd as Pebble threw his drum sticks towards the screaming fans.

Before Terzo was even finished saying goodbye to everyone, he felt a hand wrap around the collar of his jacket; pulling him towards backstage.

He gasped, trying to catch his step as he was ruthlessly dragged away; the crowd erupting in laughter. They could see it was Omega dragging Papa backstage,

"Let go of me!" he growled once the two of them were backstage. He noticed it was Omega, and his anger melted away into amusement, "Ah, my sweet Ghoul. How did you enjoy the show?"

"What the hell was that?" Omega growled while pointing his finger right in Papa's face, "Do you want Ifrit to fuck you or something? Screw you, Terzo. You're such an asshole."

Terzo couldn't help but laugh as he led Omega towards the exit of the venue. Terzo was tired and wanted to take this back to his hotel room, which was strikingly-close to the venue, "At least Ifrit is willing to fuck me. You haven't paid attention to me in weeks."

All of the Ghouls decided to walk back together, and no one said a word about anything as Omega and Terzo fought back and forth. They could tell Omega was pissed, and Terzo would just fuel that flame.

Terzo told everyone goodnight as he got into the elevator. Although all of the Ghouls' bedrooms were beside one another, and Terzo's was down the hall, Omega opted to leave his fellow Ghouls to get an explanation from Terzo. Now that they were alone, Omega really lashed out,

"You have some nerve, Terzo," the Ghoul growled as Terzo unlocked his hotel room; walking inside, "Flirting with Ifrit? Really?"

"That's the only way to get your attention these days," the man rebutted while glaring at Omega, "What have you been doing these last few weeks instead of letting me fuck you? I'm sure nothing important."

Omega, once the door had shut, grabbed Terzo by the neck of his jacket and slammed his lips hungrily into Terzo's. The man groaned in pleasure, letting Omega take the lead without hesitation,

"Yes, Omega," Terzo growled while grinding his clothed bottom half across Omega's thigh hungrily, "Show me how much my antics with Ifrit has angered you. Punish me~"

"Just shut up," Omega growled against Terzo's lips; forcing the man down to his knees, "And don't think I didn't hear about what you said to Ifrit. About how I won't even suck your cock? Well, now you're gonna suck mine and I'll tell everyone the ministry how you were begging for it."

Terzo's eyes sparkled excitedly as he watched Omega fumble with his belt buckle as he spoke; his words full of anger, "Don't threaten me with a good time, little Ghoul."

Omega growled, removing his belt as soon as Terzo said that last sentence. Then, he got an idea. He looped around behind Terzo and grabbed his wrists; binding them together with his belt. Terzo's heart began to hammer in his chest. His mouth was watering.

"Because of how bad you've been, I won't even let you touch yourself while I have my way with you," the fire Ghoul spat while removing his dick from his boxers, pumping it a few times in front of Terzo's smirking lips.

"Now that's just mean," Terzo pouted; his mouth opening slightly to allow Omega to slip his dick inside.

That just caused the Ghoul to laugh,

"Aw, it's kind of cute how much you want my dick right now," he said while slapping it against Terzo's lips, "Alright, baby. I'll give it to you."

Terzo's tongue rolled out as Omega inserted his dick into the eager Papa's mouth. Terzo wanted nothing more than to touch himself while Omega had his way with his mouth, but the belt forbid this. Terzo groaned in annoyance over this; the vibrations running up Omega's dick.

"Lucifer... you feel so good with your mouth wrapped around my dick like this. Such a good boy," Omega groaned, his eyes slamming shut from the pleasure.

The Ghoul entangled his fingers through Terzo's neat hair; affectively ruining its perfect nature with his tugging and pulling.

Omega began thrusting in Terzo's mouth, using his Papa's hair as leverage to get a deeper thrust. Terzo's eyes had rolled back into his head as Omega had his way with him; his throat making unearthly squelching noises with every thrust.

"You're so good for me, Papa," Omega groaned while slowly his thrusts down to the point of clogging up Terzo's whole throat; restricting his breathing for a few seconds, "You better not think about Ifrit again. You're mine, you hear? Mine."

Terzo began to cough and sputter around Omega's cock. The Ghoul would occasionally remove his dick to make sure Terzo wouldn't pass out from lack of oxygen; a cocky smirk on his face every time Terzo gasped for air.

Then, during his final thrust, Omega groaned with an animalistic nature; burying his dick down in Terzo's throat. Ropes of thick seed immediately filled Terzo's mouth and trailed down to his stomach.

Omega removed his dick and smirked down in satisfaction as Terzo started coughing. There was still a line of saliva connecting Omega to Terzo, from dick to lips.

Terzo had a devious look on his face as some of Omega's cum dribbled down his lips, "Come clean me up, Ghoul."

His voice was hoarse from the rough throat fucking he had endured. The gravelly nature of his voice turned Omega on even more.

The Ghoul got down on his knees in front of Terzo and kissed him lovingly; his tongue occasionally trailing along Terzo's lips to clean up any of his mess that he may have left behind.

Then, Omega made it abundantly clear that he wasn't finished yet. He grabbed Papa by the belt that held his hands bound, pushing his face down onto the dirty hotel carpet below. With no hands, Terzo wasn't able to steady himself or regain balance. He was stuck like that; head down, ass up.

This dominance that Omega was showing turned Terzo on. He could feel his own dick pulsating from underneath his pants.

Without a single word, Omega took care of that pesky clothing that protected Terzo from the Ghoul. He grinned, noticing how hard Terzo was for him,

"You want me so badly, don't you, Papa?" he asked, emphasizing the word 'Papa' as he grabbed the man's dick; pumping it a few times in his hand, "I wanna hear you say it."

There was a growing sense of ecstasy growing in Terzo's abdomen; one that could only be cured by Omega's huge, throbbing cock, "Yes, Omega," Terzo whispered, his voice still horse from his throat fucking, "I need you now! Ifrit means nothing to me! Take what's yours!"

Omega, under normal circumstances, would've kept Terzo begging for his cock for hours, but his own instincts were fighting against him. His dick had already been lubed up thanks to Terzo's saliva, so entering his Papa wouldn't be too difficult.

"Just because you're our Papa doesn't mean you have free reign to us," Omega growled while probing Terzo's hole with the tip of his dick, "You don't just get to flirt with anyone, Terzo. You're mine and mine alone."

"Omega," Terzo growled, inching his ass back in a desperate attempt to force Omega's cock into him, "I get it. Lucifer... just fuck me!" he croaked out; his gloved fingers flexing in an attempt to untie himself.

"Good boy," Omega purred, pressing a kiss to Terzo's forehead before completely shoving his cock into Terzo's hole.

The pope screamed in pleasure as his demands were finally answered. Omega had his Papa wrapped around his little finger; the older man mewling like a kitten due to the pleasure Omega was giving to him.

Omega, with his left hand, grabbed Terzo's bound hands, and with his right, entangled his fingers into the man's hair. He pulled with every thrust, causing Terzo to grow overstimulated. The Satanic Pope was moaning and groaning with every thrust.

Omega gave all he could give in these precious moments with Terzo. His dick felt like a hot piston as it desecrated Terzo's asshole. Every thrust sent stars across Terzo's vision; drool beginning to trickle from his lips,

"F-F-Fuck," Terzo groaned; his hips moving in unison with the Ghoul's in hopes of maximizing pleasure, "Y-Yes!"

Omega bit into Terzo's shoulder as continued to deepen his thrusts. The Ghoul finally reached Terzo's prostate. That was enough to get an animalistic howl from Omega's mate; cum shooting from Terzo's exposed cock, which signified his orgasm.

White ropes of seed coated the dirty carpet below.

"Yes, cum for me," Omega growled low while quickening his pace. He was almost there himself, his Papa's orgasm pushing him ever so closer.

Using all of his strength, Omega continued to pile drive Terzo's asshole; the Papa laying tiredly on his face, subtle moans leaving his cum-covered lips.

Then, it happened.

Growling, Omega's pace began to grow sloppier and sloppier, "Fuck," he groaned, using both his hands to grab at Terzo's hips; burying himself balls-deep in his mate.

He filled Terzo's ass with bucket loads of cum. Stars overtook Omega's vision as he reached his peak; a real threat of passing out becoming reality. The pleasure was simply too much.

Both of the men breathed deeply and rapidly as they came down from their high. The Ghoul slowly removed his dick from Terzo's hole, a smirk on his face,

"So, what are we not doing to do anymore?" he asked his submissive partner, a hint of amusement laced in his words. He playfully pinched Terzo's blushing cheek.

Terzo looked back at Omega and blinked; the look of desire still in his eyes, "Look, if flirting with Ifrit will entice you to fuck me like that again, I might start doing it more."

The Ghoul chuckled and grabbed Papa's face, causing their lips to touch briefly, "I'll fuck you like this anytime, baby. Just don't flirt with Ifrit. You're mine.

Mine."

#fanfic #fanfiction #oc #oneshot #one shot #smut #ghost #ghost band #terzo #papa terzo #papa emeritus iii #terzo x omega #omega x terzo #terzo fanfiction #terzo ghost #omega ghoul #omega fanfiction

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gabessquishytum · 3 months

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Dream found himself as findom for two men. He meets Corinthian, ceo of a big tech company, online before he even knew findom was a Thing. Hes just a natural tho and proceedes to humiliate Corinthian for being such a pathetic man for needing to buy the privilege of taking dream shopping in the first place. Dream hasnt even let Corinthian do more than place a hand on his lower back when theyre out and Corinthian wants to take dream to a luxury fucking beach resort even if dream decides to ignore him the entire time.

Dream meets hob gadling by accident. Hes also in the tech industry, not that dream cares or listens when hob is buying him the most expensive drinks at the bar theyre at. Dream knows what hes doing by now, and he thinks he would rather like to cuck the both of these men against each other.

Corinthian is furious when dream cancels an appointment with a jeweler with him to go to DINNER with his business rival HOB GADLING whos one of the cockiest assholes hes ever met and hes not even suave or cool about it like Corinthian hes loud and brash and obnoxious and he gets to take dream on an actual DATE???

dream plays them against each other relentlessly and industry conferences have never been more tense.... it all errupts when Corinthian finally gets the privilege of taking dream to a gala (whatever gown jewelry and shoes dream wants are provided ofc) and dream even allows him to kiss the back of his ringed hand like this is seriously the best night of the Corinthian’s life and he knows hob fucking gadling is going to be there and see who his plus one is which is even better... until near the end of the night dream has slipped from his side and Corinthian sees hob gadling helping dream into his stupid little sportscar. He shows up to hobs hotel room and dream answers in his little silk pajama set.

"Believe it or not Corinthian but i do need someone who can pleasure me sexually"

Thats how dream gets two very eager to please service tops and dream has them bid on whos allowed to eat his pretty cunt out<3

-🔪

Hnnnggg we'll stick with the findom theme tonight because I'm low-key obsessed. I love how you've flipped it make Dream the dom. I think he would be amazing tbh. Those cold blue eyes, that slightly sneering mouth. He was made to walk on pathetic men in his $10,000 dollar heels.

Poor Cori, showing up at that hotel room. He's so hard in his perfectly pressed trousers. And he's almost pathetically grateful when he's allowed into the room! Except for the fact that Hob is there, shirt sleeves rolled up, holding a glass of something expensive and alcoholic. Dream sits delicately in Hob’s lap while Cori just stands there, seething with rage and lust.

First they bid for a kiss. Dream sets up a time limit and sits back, sipping his drink while Hob and Cori spit bids at each other, higher and higher with little or no regard for the consequences. Cori wins - he doesn't even flinch as he writes a cheque for $80,000. Oh, its so worth it. Dream swishes over and melts into Cori's arms. The kiss is the most wonderful, delicious, intoxicating thing. Dream mewls into his mouth and submits when Cori licks at him, and it's just perfect. Until it's over. And Hob is still there, legs spread, smirking as Dream slips away from Cori's grasp.

"I hope you enjoyed it, because that's all you're getting." Hob says, and he slips his arm around Dream’s waist. Cori is outraged - he's never been allowed to touch Dream like that... without paying. "Or maybe he could pay to watch while i eat your cunt. What do you think, darling?"

Dream just smiles. "If he can afford it."

And Cori knows that he's being goaded, but fuck it feels so good. He knows he's going to cum his brains out tonight, whatever happens. Hob hasn't won the next bet yet, after all.

(Dream will reward both his lovely money-slaves, don't worry. Everything he does is for the sake of bringing pleasure to his sweet boys. He'll even let them buy him breakfast in the morning, if they keep being so good for him <3)

#🔪 anon #the sandman #dreamling #corintheus #hobrintheus #nsft #cw findom #cw financial domination

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choiwonder · 1 year

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♯ HWANG HYUNJIN

synopsis: drowning in the despair of your own heartbreak, he comes in to distract you from it all.

warnings: this is kinda a meet cute??? idk, fluff!!! strangers to lovers, tiny bit (VERY TINY) suggestive, mentions of recent heartbreak, i imagined this hyunjin while writing this. happy birthday hyunnie!

you sat alone, reminiscing under the dimmed lights of the breakup between you and your boyfriend mere hours ago. although he was a self entitled asshole, what better way to wallow over your wasted years at a bar, pathetically swishing your now watered-down drink?

you drown in self pity, ignoring the bell that rings, indicating another individual has entered the calming space. his footsteps are light yet his heeled shoes still click against the ground.

eyes are immediately drawn to him, whispers of laughter describing how gorgeous or handsome he is circle around.

noticing you all alone on a stool, you freeze at the hand that squeezes your shoulder, “you got here first,” he says and you’re forced to meet eyes with this stranger, initially ready to tell him off until you actually made eye contact.

he’s a million things at once; whether it be gorgeous, handsome, pretty, ethereal. he was…. stunning. all you could do is blink, observing his tousled black hair and his eyes that curiously sparkled at your silence.

“um, who… are you?”

“aren’t you yeonjin?”

“no…” you shake your head with a small laugh, “my name is y/n.”

it’s his turn to blink, processing what you've just said. his eyebrows furrow a bit, “y/n…?” you nod, assuring his confusion, “oh, i guess i mistook you for someone else. sorry,” he raises a hand in condolence but you shake your head.

“it’s fine.”

he smiles, removing himself from the stool beside you, immediately grabbing for his phone as he makes his way out.

now, though it’s difficult to imagine, for some reason… the moment you met eyes… your moment of self pity that basically ruined your whole night… melted away.

surprisingly, mere moments later, he takes place beside you again, “can i sit here?”

“you’re already sitting.”

he smiles at your comment, making himself comfortable, “are you with someone?”

“no… but aren’t you planning to meet someone? you said you mistook me for someone else.”

“i canceled on her,” he answers quickly.

you tilt your head in a questioning manner, “why?”

“i just thought… i didn’t need to meet her…” his eyes longingly observe your features. taking in your reaction to his comment. cute. he thinks, seeing as how your lips lift and eyes avert back to your drink out of shyness. it’s cute how you play with your straw to distract yourself from the feeling that swarms your stomach. it’s cute how you look back at him with lights surrounding your irises, listening intently as he introduces himself and prompts for a game of darts.

hwang hyunjin. a man that was shaped up beyond your deepest desires and fantasies. his every facial feature was carved to perfection and you instantly knew this man was dangerous for you.

you knew going down this path only hours after a breakup would be terrible, so why did you say yes to playing darts? why were you listening to his every word as he converses with you? why did you find yourself wanting to stay with him the whole night?

just like before you ignore all the red flags, seemingly more focused on how fit hyunjin was. with a coat covering most of his stature, the game of darts forced him to remove the various layers of his outfit. yet you could only focus on the miniature flower tattoo revealed upon him rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

you blink out of your trance, returning back to the reality of your terrible way of playing this game whilst hyunjin gained numerous points. you throw another dart, huffing as it doesn’t even stick to the floor and lands on the ground.

hyunjin chuckles, grabbing the ones from off the floor and board, “the loser grants the winner a wish. remember?” he teases, raising a brow, aiming for the board upon his turn and easily hitting the middle point.

“i’ve been conned,” you whine, “why is it so hard?”

his smile remains, body taking slow steps towards you, “because you haven’t done it often. if you keep practicing you’ll eventually get the hang of it,” he’s behind you, grabbing for your wrist that holds a dart. as he aids in your aim, his other hand grips your shoulder, chest pressed against your back to straighten your posture and face close to your own.

you could only hope he doesn’t sense the way your heart beats and realize how clammy your hands have gotten, “it doesn’t matter where it hits,” he whispers, breath hitting your lobe, “just try to get it near the middle. it’s easy.”

you hum, throwing the dart by his instruction, squealing and grinning from ear to ear when you actually manage to hit the board; it was a few meager points but it was still exciting. hyunjin lifts his hand in congratulations, smiling when you enthusiastically slap your hands against his multiple times whilst jumping up and down.

“that’s surprising.”

your brows lift, slowly reeling back from your claps of congrats to yourself, “what do you mean?”

smirking like how he had done most of the night, hyunjin reaches to tap your cheek, “well… you look a bit different when you smile.”

you gently touch your cheek, embarrassed from the tingling feeling coursing through your veins, “what are you talking about?” you mumble, looking anywhere else but him. it was your turn again and you followed just what he had taught you, only to miserably fail as the dart hit the ground for the umpteenth time.

“i won,” hyunjin boasts, collecting the equipment from the floor, board and your hand.

you roll your eyes but still smiled widely nonetheless, “of course you did.” with the way you were playing he was bound to win regardless unless he was equally as bad.

“you seem happy for a loser,” he smirks, taking steps towards you.

“well… it was fun...”

he nods, “right? it’s fun to be with you, y/n…”

he was bad for you. you knew he was. to feel so connected to someone whilst dealing with a heartbreak wasn’t healthy but you couldn’t reject him. you continued to say yes, heading back to the bar as you prepared for your punishment.

you’re not sure why but for hyunjin’s punishment he was drawing something on your right arm. your eyes look at the flower tattoo on his left arm, fingers itching to outline the beautiful piece of inked art.

“do you like it?”

you raise your head at his inquisition, nodding with a small smile, “it’s pretty… why did you get a flower?”

“i like…” hyunjin focuses back on you, “pretty things…”

you both share a smile, averting your eyes back to the drawing he was done with.

he leans back, allowing you to see what he’s done. your thumb lightly grazes over the drawing, your smile widening when realizing it was a flower similar to his, “it’s cute…is this really your wish? this is pretty simple.”

“then should i… make another wish?” his smile of innocence turns into a sly one as you look back up at him. your eyes sparkle in curiosity but begin to understand everything when hyunjin leans in and his eyes drop to your lips. he’s so close and all you can do is think about whether you should go through with this or not. you liked everything about him but wasn’t he making moves too fast? ever since your breakup, your view on wanting to be with someone has drastically changed.

as his lips nearly met yours, you gently press a hand to his chest, afraid to look at him. this has happened before. they’ll get mad, tell you off and make you feel like shit… but… that isn’t what he did. instead, hyunjin laughs — he genuinely laughs, cupping your cheek in a playful manner before leaning back and resting his own in the palm of his hand.

“i won’t do anything if you don’t want me to…”

you feel your heart beat against your chest in a way you don’t understand and couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling that bubbled, “this is silly…”

hyunjin doesn’t question what you mean, simply happy that you’re not dwelling on your ex and just smiling. he stands from the stool, body closer to you than from before. his hand touches your own and moves up your arm to trace the outline of the flower drawing, “do you want to go see my paintings?”

“…where?” you ask, already knowing the answer to the question but felt the need to hear the words come from his mouth.

“at my place,” he grins, gently squeezing your arm with slight desperation in hopes you’ll say yes.

naturally, you felt worried about what could happen but you trusted yourself and sighed thinking carefully about your decision. hyunjin leaves his hand out, offering for you to take it as a way to accept his suggestion.

with minor hesitance, you place your palm atop his, “…okay…”

hyunjin smiles in relief, holding your hand a little bit more tightly and using his free hand to tap the tip of your nose. you step off the stool following him out the bar and quietly walk together hand in hand.

who knew you’d luck out with hwang hyunjin?

#skz fluff #skz drabble #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin x reader

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the prompt with the guitar soemone sent in was adorable - i have another? maybe joel and ellie are playing boggle and ellie is winning by far and bragging and then eventually joel sees the word 'tickle' and ellie gets all nervous and he tickles her as revenge for winning ?

ANON THIS PROMPT IS EVERYTHING TO ME. i had sm fun with it and as always i get very carried away, pretty sure this is my longest fic yet lol

ALSO i literally had to look up the rules of Boggle bc I had never played so if you haven’t either I would maybe watch like a minute tutorial vid on yt just so you get the premise.

here is the one i watched!

https://youtu.be/BJAdXnGAb7k

that’s it enjoy🫶🫶🫶

tw: very mild underage drinking, swearing, lots of sarcasm and fluff

AGAIN I only write Ellie and Joel as a father-daughter relationship, no one be weird or ill punch u

Feelin’ like a Winner Yet?

“Tommy what the hell you have to stay for one more game!”

“Kid, I gotta get goin’ ”

“Ehem Stick in the mud ehm-ehem”

Joel held his fist up to his face and gruffled out a not so subtle cough as he shot his brother side eyes followed by a smug look on his face.

Tommy playfully shoved Joel in his shoulder as he stood up.

“You sir, are the real fuckin’ stick in the mud, and you,-” He raised his eyebrows and pointed at Ellie who was sat criss-cross applesauce across the table from the brothers.

“-you just wanna beat my ass again”

Thursday nights were the best in the Miller house. Often the only night both Tommy and Joel weren’t patrolling and no movie night until tomorrow for Ellie and her friends she’d made in Jackson, so the trio often gathered in the cozy downstairs living room of Joel’s house. The fireplace tucked away in the corner provided warmth throughout the floorboards where we would find the three sat upon surrounding a small coffee table. It also provided the homily cedar smell that lingered throughout the house that Ellie was always quiet fond of, it reminded her of nights camping in the woods with a certain someone. But tonight their was no camping for Ellie, only war against the two brothers in a Miller family classic-Boggle. Ever since Joel picked it up in Salt Lake City on their trek across the US, It had been a game he routinely pulled out whenever Ellie needed reassurance that she was better than Joel at something. Not to mention it it most often ended in laughter filled fights over all the words Joel cheated with. With no surprise, Ellie had dominated 6 out of the last 7 rounds they played tonight by a landslide, only to tie with Tommy in the first, mentioning that she was “just warming up”. But now, her only somewhat worthy competitor was walking out the front door, and she was doing everything in her power to keep from the rest of Boggle night being a snooze fest.

“If you stay i’d let you win!” Ellie pleaded sarcastically.

“Well im stayin’ why don’t you let me win”

“Shut upppp” The whine in her voice was evident as ever as she shot a look to Joel that meant exactly what she had said.

Tommy barked out an entertained scoff at the duo bickering as he slipped on his jacket that was hung on the coat rack by the door.

“Maria needs help with the baby El, you know how much I would love to stay and watch you kick that old man’s ass—again” He threw up apologetic arms.

“If you stay around much longer your ass might get more than just a kickin Tom”

“Anndddd that’s my cue, good luck kid, adios big brother” And with that, Tommy slipped out the front door into the freezing cold of night and headed off towards his and Maria’s house.

Joel leaded his back against the couch he was sat on the floor in front of. He picked up his beer bottle from the table and stared down into it as he swished the remaining liquid around the bottom of the bottle.

“Anddd then there were two” He took a pull from the bottle as he kept his eyes focused on Ellie across the table, who happened to be watching him emphatically.

She drew her eyes to her fingers which were tracing the grain of the dark wooden floorboards, eventually trailing her gaze to the half finished case tucked away on the side of the couch.

“So can I-”

“No” Joel’s stare hardened, this wasn’t the first time she’d asked and it sure wouldn’t be the last.

“One sip?” Ellie threw up her eyebrows as a cheeky little grin crept up on her. She had this man in her back pocket.

He mulled it over in his head for a few seconds while staring up at the ceiling. It always felt like their was no winning with her, in Boggle or argument.

“—Fine”

Ellie sniffed as tried to stifle her growing grin as she caught the bottle as it slid across towards her. What did I say, in her back pocket.

She took a pull of her own with Joel’s judgey stare searing into her but she didn’t care and made it last until she couldn’t fill her mouth any longer. She swallowed hard and grimaced but with the bottle still in hand shot eyes over at Joel, a classic myestvious grin appearing on her face.

“Elliee-Ellie no!”

Joel leaned across the table to snatch it from her hands but it was too late, she had leaned away in time to tip the bottle back and finish off the last of it, taking breaks with each gulp to manage the taste of the foul liquid. Cheeky bastard.

Joel just slumped his elbows onto the the table in defeat.

“What the hell am I gonna do with you”

“Hey, just think, you’ll have a better chance of beating me now-hic”

Her last word got caught in a hiccup from the chug as she slid the empty bottle back to him which he caught and placed with the others.

“Shall we?” Ellie made a grand gesture at the game sprawled on the coffee table.

Joel sighed and rubbed his temples.

“How many more?”

“10 rounds like always,, 3 more if your too old to do the math”

Ellie shook the board as she spoke while Joel rolled his eyes and very lazily grabbed the notebook and ripped two pieces of paper out for them.

“Annnnnnddddddd…..” Ellie held her hand over the cover in anticipation.

“Go!”

She removed it swiftly as Joel flipped the timer and the pair began studying the board.

Ellie pick up her pen immediately and began scribbling down words, Joel taking a few more seconds before following her. He always pretended to look over at Ellie’s words so she quickly put up a hand barrier to block his view.

“Asshat” Joel mumbled, directing his focus back to his own list.

“Says you”

The bickering was non-stop throughout the round until about the last 30 seconds, where both sides became frantic in the search for their final words to connect.

“Times up!” Ellie blurted out as she dropped her pen and began swatting at Joel to stop writing.

Joel swatted back as he finished writing a few last letters. Jesus he needed to practice at this game.

“Welllll how’d ya doooo?” She sat with her list held in her hands.

Ellie was smug as ever this round, with no Tommy there wasn’t a doubt in her mind that she didn’t win, so she obviously needed to rub it in Joel’s face as much as possible.

“Don’t patronize me girl” His southern drawl was ever present.

“Fine, I’ll go first then”

She began listing off her words, stopping to cross one off whenever Joel blurted out a mumbled “mine”, to which they would both scribble out the word with their pens. Ellie was quiet surprised with the first 5 out of 8 words they matched on.

“Since when’d you get so smartttt?” Ellie shot him a smiley smug look.

“Don’t push it” Joel paid her no attention and kept his eyes on his list.

But, as Ellie went further down her list, the call outs from Joel became far more seldom, leading her to finish with a whopping 63 points. It was lower than her previous rounds, but her brain function seemed to be slowing down with the night growing later and the alcohol settling into her system.

Ellie twiddled the pen in her hands.

“Soooo you don’t even need to read yours I definitely won right? We can save you the embarrassment.” Ellie reached across the table and went to grab his list when Joel snatched off the surface.

“Uhhh no, not how it works, I could still kick your ass with my crazy good words.” Joel held the list up to the light and put on an imaginary pair of glasses as he squinted up and down at his list.

“Yeahhhhh these look like winners to me alright, buckle up for failure kid”

When in the right mood, Joel loved playing Ellie’s silly antics with her, especially with his brother now gone home he could bring out some of that vulnerability that Ellie always dug out of him one way or another.

“Alright alright start readin’ ya cheater” Ellie crossed her arms she was already for the slew of imaginary words that were headed her way.

To her surprise, Joel started mumbling out more words than he had said all night during this game. After the fourth consecutive actual word, Ellie scurried to her feet and sat over on her knees next to Joel peering over his shoulder as he read to make sure we wasn’t making shit up on the spot.

“Pool”

“Pools”

“Dool”

Ellie flicked him in the back of the head.

“Fix it”

Joel shot her eyes and leaned over to grab the pen from the table.

“can’t even get away with one goddamn word” Joel sarcastically mumbled under his breath as he scribbled out the word.

He went further down his list until he reached the end when he paused and looked back at Ellie once again.

“ I mighta beat ur ass huh?” A menacing grin appeared on Joel’s face as he shook the shoulder she was leaned up on.

“Just count the goddamn points” Ellie was getting a bit frustrated, Joel hadn’t even come close all night, but now he comes outta left field with all of these words? She stared at Joel as he counted up his score, watching to make sure he didn’t try to pull a fast one on her.

Ellie could feel the tension in Joel’s body as she leaned up against him. If the Millers were anything, they were competitive as hell.

All at once, Ellie felt the tension drop in his body as his shoulders slumped forward whilst writing in his final score.

“Awh shit”

Joel threw his pen across the room as he leaned back onto the couch hard. He had a gruff look on his face and turned his head away from Ellie, who had leaned forward to see that his final score had come 2 points shy of hers.

A grin so big she had to bite her bottom lip to keep if from growing couldn’t help but plaster across Ellie’s face as she stared down at the paper.

“Well well well Old man Miller. You talk a lottttt of shit for someone who just lost to a fourteen year old-again.”

Ellie was pulling herself to her feet as she bragged down to Joel who was trying very hard to ignore her, dawning only an angered deadpan stare at the Boggle board in front of him as she spoke.

“I declare, that on this divine night we dub me, thy champion of the Boggle!” Ellie put one foot up on the couch as she shook both her fists wildly in the air. The voice she had taken up reassembled that of a 17 century herald announcing the arrive of a king.

“Now, I see it only fit that thy loser must announce my trrrrriumphant title, as he was indeed, the smartest of asses and therefore-”

“shHHITT”

Joel exclaimed and threw his hands in the air before violently smacking his head with his palm and resting his fingers on his temples.

“What the fuck was that for?…motherfuckin sore loser” Ellie a bit irritated that her celebration was interrupted so quickly, she took her foot off the couch and slowly sat back down, puzzled as to what set Joel off so quickly.

Joel took his head out of his hands and shot her a look of irritated regret. He looked back at the board before pointing down at it.

“ I coulda’ fuckin’ spelt tickle”

Ellie looked over at the board as Joel spoke but when he finished his sentence she didn’t think she could move her body a single inch. She froze and involventarily gulped with her wide eyes glued to the outline of the word Joel had just uttered on Boggle board. She knew if she sat there much longer staring Joel would think something’s off, but there was not a single coherent thought floating in her head at that moment. Somehow with a simple word she had been shut down within seconds. So, she finally mustered up the courage to sit back, where she immediately looked down at the floor and began twiddling her fingers.

“Ahh..yep”

Jesus Ellie really? That’s it? Yep?

Ellie shook her head at her own ridiculously suspicious answer, luckily for her, Joel was in a whole other world, eyes still fixated on the board. He scoffed, absolutely infuriated that he hadn’t seen such an obvious word sooner. He sat back up and started tracing over more new words on the board with his right index.

“Shittt and tickles..and tickled..and-”

“Ok y-yeah we got it”

Everytime he said it Ellie could feel her entire body involuntary cringe. You could hear the shakiness in her voice underneath the irritated tone while she picked at the dirt aggressively from underneath her fingernails, never daring to look up at Joel, who’s attention and glare she could now feel on her due to the interruption.

Joel knew Ellie at this point, maybe sometimes more than she knew herself, and if there was one fact about her that he knew to be true, it’s that she was never shy. especially not with him.

“What’s with you? Seems like you were all hunky dory unti-” Joel cut himself off and stuck his tongue in the bottom of right cheek as his thoughts interrupted him. After a few seconds, his confused expression softened and developed hints at a devious smirk.

“Oh”

He pursed his lips and looked down at the floor as well, almost embarrassed at the knowledge he just acquired. buttttt unfortunately for Ellie, not embarrassed enough.

shit

Ellie stopped and looked up at him when silence filled the air, eyebrows furrowed but she didn’t dare say anything, she just waited. just waited and prepared to run.

Joel sat staring at the floor for a few more seconds when he finally broke the silence.

“Ya know kid,, you have done quite the job wininn’ tonight.”

His gruff nature made it seem like everything he said was truth, but Ellie could hear his familiar sarcasm laced within his words. Her eyes seared into him, meanwhile Joel was simply tracing the designs in the side of the couch.

This was all just a joke to him.

“I feel like I owe you some sort of compensation…whatayouthink?”

Joel finally looked up with the most shit eating grin you could imagine whilst Ellie’s cheeks began filling up with color out of embarrassment.

She was taking no chances. She scurried to her feet and bolted across the room looking for an escape down one of the hallways so that she could climb out a window run to Tommy’s and then-

Shlump

Without even making it halfway across the room, Ellie sealed her own fate. She slipped on the shag rug that sat by the fireplace and had now made friends with the floor.

Unfortunately someone not so friendly was headed her way.

Ellie attempted to return to her escape plan but Joel had jumped up and stomped his way over to her, he now looked down at the girl with one of her ankles in his grasp.

“Graceful”

Joel smirked as he mocked her while she flipped herself over to be facing upwards.

“Shut up”

“You aren’t quite in the position to be making demands El’. In fact you’ve been talkin’ a bittt to much for my likin’. Especially when you got a big secret like that.”

Ellie braced herself for what was coming although she couldn’t help but show her nerves as she twitched aggressively against Joel’s grasp.

“Don’t be an asshole please” nervousness once again settled in her usually snarky demeanor.

“Ehh no promises kid”

With that, Joel dropped her ankle to the floor and dove in with both hands, latching them around her torso. He began digging into the soft spots of her sides with his thumbs while his fingers danced on the backside and let’s just say Ellies composure didn’t last long.

“okokOkHOHOEHEheaoKk JOEHEHEEL” bubbly giggles erupted in the teen causing her to sway side to side across the warm floorboards. The electric ticklish shocks being sent through her body dumbfounded her, causing her to twitch and jerk consistently. She pushed down at Joel’s big calloused hands that was bunching up her t-shirt at the seams but there was no use, the lack of strength from being rendered into a pile a of giggles mixed with Joel’s determination for the task and strength was an impossible combo to beat. She threw her head from side to side as if she was trying to forget about Joel’s rhythmic squeezes that had made their way up to her ribs, but this too had no promising results other than putting a bigger smile onto Joel’s face. He briefly paused his torture but didn’t let up his grasp.

“Feelin’ like a winner yet?”

“Johoheoelllll weHE-we can TAahlk abohout tHiISI-AHAHHAH”

Unbeknownst to Ellie, Joel has pulled her t-shirt up so that it lay on her ribs so that he could bear down and give her the most brutal raspberry’s one had ever seen.

While Joel will admit he is quite shit when it comes to Boggle, this was one game he knew very well. Sarah was always the ornery type with her father, so while Joel hadn’t always been an expert at physical connection, he had plenty of practice at this game, enough to be able to drive Ellie insane.

Anything that Ellie had been holding back up until this point was out the window as Joel’s prickly scruff combined with the eruption of the raspberry on her stomach drove her to madness. Loud laughter and giggles poured out of her as her thrashing became more violent. Joel then pulled her shirt back down and grabbed her flailing arms and held them pinned to the floor at her side.

“JOHAOAHEL AM I FUFHUCKING TEHEEN” Ellie yelled, embarrassed by her flushed red face and post-attack giggles still flowing out of her as she looked up at Joel in anger.

“Nohot cool” She continued to squirm but there was no use, she was still completely stuck.

“N-Noho, what’s not cool is you thinkin’ your all that an a bag of chips for winnin’ ” Joel looked down at her trying to cover up his amusement with her struggles.

“Ever heard of uhhh bragging rights? ohhhh waittttttt you’ve never fucking won so I guess not ” A slightly angered but smug look dawned on her as she sarcastically sassed Joel directly to his face.

Another thing about Ellie that Joel knew was she never knew when to stop pushing, and right now was the not the time or place for her to flaunt her cockiness.

“Huh, so you just wanna get tickled is that it?”

Joel’s nonchalant tone and distracted gaze was met with tension in Ellie’s body at his utterance of that word. She reallly needed to learn to quit whilst she’s ahead.

“You see, cause I think yo-”

Joel’s far gaze was met with something, interesting. To his surprise, laying a few feet to the left of him and Ellie was the black pen he had launched earlier in frustration at his loss. Ellie turned to see the pen as well, but couldn’t quite put the pieces together. Meanwhile Joel’s gears were turning and already ready to put a final revenge attack in motion.

“Welllll since you seem to be so obsessed with titles tonight”

“Joel wha—AC HEY!”

Joel swiftly dropped the grasp on her arms, reached over to grab the pen whilst swinging an arm around to entrap her ankles in his grasp. Like I said, he’s had some practice at this.

“Let’s give you an official one hm?”

Joel removed one of her tattered socks and uncapped the pen with his teeth.

Ellie up until this point had genuinely been confused, but now panic was beginning to set in as she felt the harsh tip of the pen meet the top of the sole of her foot.

“noOH I dOHnT NEHeD it JOEL”

She tried to sit up and push him away whilst squirming her foot, but during her retaliation, Joel saw the resistance and scribbled harshly on the middle of her sole to combat her.

Ellie screamed in response falling back onto the floor and burying her face into her hands at the devilish sensation etched upon her foot. Joel seised the scribble fairly quickly seeing her response and looked back at her.

“Now hold still or this will take longer”

Ellie paused and went to lean back up, but knowing Joel and his word, she leaned back down and braced herself for the sensation.

To her surprise, the process wasn’t quite as torturous as she had expected. While a trail of giggles and “nohoho’s” did seem to escape her when Joel insisted the letters need to be colored in, plus a few complaints from Joel when Ellie couldn’t sit still for the letter positioned in the center of her sole, other than that it was a few minutes of smiley recovery and pure artistry for the pair.

Joel finally threw the pen to the ground and released her ankles from his grasp.

“Now we can show Tommy who won”

Ellie sat up and grabbed her foot to turn it around and look at Joel’s hard work.

“You motherfucker”

Ellie scoffed as she shoved Joel in the shoulder at the results on her sole.

joel miller

the bend of her heel read the old man’s name in the tiniest, scragglyist font imaginable.

“Surprise”

Joel threw up his hands in amusement while Ellie was now doing her best to rub off the very permanent reminder of tonight’s events.

Ellie sighed.

“He’s never gonna believe you beat me at Boggle”

“Who said anything about Boggle?”

#this one so cute #no one look at my spelling mistakes #tlou tickle #tickle fic #tickle fluff #ler!joel #lee!ellie #tickle #the last of us #tlou #tlou fic #the last of us tickle #the last of us fic #anon u rule

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ren-and-co · 5 months

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Midnight Supper

Based on @halsbandfuchs TINR AU, where basically Strade is stuck inside Ren's body. God I am brainrotting hard on this AU

Also I'm basing this from a headcanon of mine heehoo

It’s midnight.

Ren sighs, his palm instinctively covers his mouth as he yawns loudly. His fluffy tail gently swishes from side to side, and the dark-tipped fox ears twitch, capturing every creak and beep around the small studio apartment.

His fingers trace around the side of his scarred shoulder, where he’d once carved his symbol onto this foreign body, an attempt to keep a fraction of his own identity in this unknown territory.

Not enough. He needs a more permanent solution for this.

You see, Ren isn’t the real Ren. Not currently, at least.

Right now, he identifies himself as someone named Strade.

Despite his twitching ears, the soldier managed to sort out the distracting white noises of the usual night from the necessary noises like creaks of the door or light thumps of his own footsteps.

The apartment’s kitchen is way smaller compared to what Strade used to back when he was still living in the military’s dormitory. The cabinet is packed with lots of seasonings that he is mostly unfamiliar with, contrasting to the lack of contents in the fridge, where all he can see is a couple of eggs, a nearly-empty bag of white bread, a half stick of butter, and a small pile of leftovers food tubs from today’s practicals in college.

At this point, Strade reconsiders his life choices, leading him to this exact point.

Grabbing a small tub of solid consomme and udon noodles from the food tub pile, he plans on making a warm bowl of beef udon to curb his food craving. It’s just a matter of reheating and assembling the parts in a bowl. Maybe add a couple of toppings if he scrounges the fridge deep enough.

Spam can be a good topping for udon, right?

He shrugs. As long as it’s edible, at least.

Within 30 minutes, the food is finally on the table, served in what looks like a ceramic casserole dish, and topped with fried spam and dried parsley. It looks at least edible, appetizing even. Even the man himself still couldn’t believe how good it looked, and he’s been staring at it for a couple of solid minutes.

Strade would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of himself for properly using the strange stovetop thingy that lacks fire and not breaking a thing or two, unlike the strange metal box device that almost exploded when he tried to reheat a food item in an aluminum foil wrapping.

“Thank you for the food.” He clasps his hands together, a habit he’d picked up from watching the fox’s daily life, and slurps the noodles with a fork.

Oh. Oh, that’s a good food.

The tail swishes once again this time. His legs swing around, a form of happy stimming. The way the naturally cheeky lip pulls into an upward curve, a small fang perks out from the corner of his lip, and the light tangerine eyes sparkle as he shoves the entire content of the bowl into his mouth.

Chewy noodles soaked the flavor of the broth, and the oil from the fried spam added a nice addictive saltiness. The preserved cubed meat pieces have a slight crisp on the outside, and the dried parsley flakes give a light herb taste.

The little fox has again proven to the soldier that he’s a better cook than him. Saying that the consomme is good is an understatement.

He’d never eaten food this delicious back in his days. All he knew were blood, guts, screams and tears, and betrayal.

It’s a warm, comforting meal.

Tensed shoulders loosen themselves as if the weight of the pressure faded into nothingness. The sharp gaze softens, staring absent-mindedly into the ceiling.

For the first time in a long while, he feels at home.

#ren hana #strade tinr #tinr #tinr au #minors dni

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apotodiplodocus · 10 months

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SECURITY

CHAPTER 3

The drive home is both incredibly short and way too long. His mind is mostly blank, the feeling of your lips barely tracing a kiss against his cheek, the smell of your perfume, the sound of your hair swishing with your haste all of it drives him crazy. This random woman he just met today, helped, and got food with wants to go on a date and has surprised him at every turn, how on earth is he planning to pull this off? Is he planning on pulling this off? For the past 8 years, he has been raising his sister by himself, working under an awful man, the only man that would help him his whole life centred around keeping her safe and fed. Does he have time to even think about doing something for himself? How was Ume going to feel? He’d have to talk to her, he was the only parental figure she’d known, being too young to have any meaningful memories of their mother when she died, it was important to get her thoughts on the idea of him dating. It would have been fine if Ume were older and less reliant on him. As much of a burden it had been on him to look after his young sister, his only wish was that he could afford a better life than the cheap apartment and quick meals, the most expensive thing they had was Ume’s school fees, Gyutaro had fought extremely hard to get her into a good school, which was made harder by the fact he was only 18 when he became her guardian. He would put Ume’s life and needs before his own if the situation demanded it which was why he couldn’t just start dating the first woman to show interest in him. He scowled at this thought but relented.

When he reached home, he started pulling the Chinese food out of one of the bags when he noticed something buzzing on the other side and realises you somehow left your phone in the bag. Ume comes barrelling out at the sound of his bike so before he can sort out the phone, he is almost tackled.

“Where were you!? I waited for so long, did you get in trouble at work again?” She screeches “What’s that sound? Oh my God, what’s that smell?!” Immediately forgetting about her brother she examines the bag with the food in it.

“I didn’t know we could afford a takeaway! I would’ve wanted something else!” She whines. Gyutaro rolls his eyes but has an affectionate smile on his face.

“Whatever, we can’t afford it, but it was free so you’re gonna eat it and you’re gonna like it.” He teases.

“Who would give you free food?” She asks, not really caring about an answer, too caught up in the duck dish she was holding.

“I’ll tell you in a bit, take the food in I’ve got to go return something to someone.” She shrugs.

“Whatever, get back soon I won’t wait for you if you don’t have your keys, I’ll go to sleep and leave you out here all night!” She sticks her tongue out, a smile on her face before trotting back inside. Gyutaro chuckles and puts his helmet back on. He turns the phone’s alarm off and in the process sees an older woman and young boy on your lock screen.

‘Hmm. That must be the family that Kamojo- Whatever his name was threatened.’ He thought to himself. He slips it into his pocket and makes his way back, just about remembering the route. When he arrives something doesn’t seem right, everywhere is eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the nearby road. He puts his riding gear away taking the phone with him. He realises he doesn’t know which apartment is yours and is quietly relieved to see your last name on a buzzer. He presses it and figures out which window it is from the apartment number. He steps back to look and none of the lights are on. He buzzes again but there is no response, and the lights stay off. He is instantly on guard, that isn’t normal. He buzzes your neighbour, and they respond sleepily.

“What? Who is it?”

“I’m here to drop something off for your neighbour it’s really important.”

“How do you know her?” The neighbour asks suspiciously.

“We work together, she left her phone in my bike bag.” He holds your phone up to the camera so they can see.

“Ok, fine, tell her to keep it down though for me, you’d think she was trying to re-arrange her furniture in there.” He lets him in and Gyutaro shoots up the stairs. Why would you be rearranging furniture in the dark? He knows something is wrong and slowly approaches the number that was next to your name outside and sees it’s been left slightly ajar, and he can hear what your neighbour means. He quietly pushes the door open and sees two men in the main room one of them is trying to break into a door at the back of the apartment and the other is tipping stuff over. He slams the door open the rest of the way.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” He yells. The neighbour comes out and tells him to keep it down, Gyutaro just shuts him up and tells him to call the police, the neighbour sees past him and at the overturned furniture in your room, the situation dawning on him. The men have swivelled by now and are approaching him.

“You aren’t supposed to be here, leave.” One of them states.

“Oh, and you are? I bet you work for that Kamoji guy, don’t you?” Gyutaro grins menacingly. They don’t correct him but look at each other.

“You the one that dislocated his arm?” The other questions through a snarl.

“Yeah, and I’d do more if ‘e was here, fortunately for ‘im it’s just you two sad sacks.” Gyutaro growls back grin not even twitching. He isn’t scared of these idiots, one of them couldn’t get through a door that thin and the other strained to flip the couch, Gyutaro has beaten tougher guys than them for fewer reasons.

They approach him and as he gets ready to swing, you peek through a tiny gap in the door, and he sees a black eye. Furious he immediately dodges an attack from the both of them, lunging to the side and pivoting behind the other. When the henchman he isn’t behind turns to swing again Gyutaro’s fist is already flying into his jaw, making a loud cracking noise. The henchman drops to his knees in pain but is still conscious. The other man has now whirled around and managed to backhand Gyutaro’s face, not that he cares or really feels it, spitting blood from his bust lip in the man’s eye and uppercutting him, his head flies back before being pushed back by a punch to his solar plexus. Gyutaro spots the other has now stumbled to his fight and is swinging wildly and Gyutaro wants to laugh.

‘Amateurs’ he thinks to himself, dodging easily and smacking the back of the man’s head pushing him down onto his awaiting knee, letting him fall to the side. He pants for a second, coming down from the adrenaline rush, both men on the floor unconscious. He wipes his mouth and turns to you.

“You got any duct tape or rope?” You jump when he acknowledges you again. You nod resolutely and scurry to your kitchen chucking him some duct tape from a drawer. After a moment both men are hog-tied with the tape on your living room floor as you wait for the police to arrive. He starts to grip the couch as if to turn it the right way up when you put your hand on his shoulder.

“Your lip is still bleeding, let me help.” You smile softly at him. He didn’t think someone could look at him so softly but nods and lets you guide him to your kitchen. He takes a seat at the small table then and you grab a first aid kit.

“I’m actually a first aider so rest easy I know what I’m doing!” You say sitting down and lifting a sleeve of your pyjama shirt and playfully flexing your bicep. When he doesn’t do anything, you deflate a bit. “Just, uh… Pretend that didn’t happen.” He does let out a tiny laugh at that and you smile again glad to bring up the mood a bit. You reach up to his cheek to get a better look tilting his head.

“Just a small cut, it’s not even bleeding that much.” He looks at you, and it’s almost sinful when he licks the blood dripping from his lip. Your breath hitches in surprise, but he makes no reaction.

“A-anyway,” You clear your throat. “I’ll just disinfect it and give you something cold to put on it. He just nods in response, eyes switching between lingering on your black eye or the two goons on the floor. After you’re both settled, Gyutaro finally remembers what he came back to do.

“Oh, right. You forgot this in my bag.” He passes the phone over.

“Ah! Thank you, I was looking for this when they came in.” You say when you realise your house had just been broken into and you had been in real danger. Your heart starts to pound, the shock of the situation finally wearing off. “Oh.” Was all you could say reaching up touching the black eye and hissing a little when tears run into the cut residing there. Gyutaro doesn’t know what to do, when Ume cries, they’re usually fake to get what she wants or if they are real, he just hugs her, but he can’t do that here. He’s left watching you rattle with sobs at the realisation of everything that had happened in just one day. You didn’t even know what those men wanted they just forced themselves into your house and one of them punched you when you yelled for them to leave. Gyutaro was just opening and closing his mouth, not sure what to say. You think about what could have happened if Gyutaro hadn’t been there at the office, if he hadn’t given you a ride home, if you hadn’t left your phone and if he hadn’t been kind enough to come straight back to give it to you. Would you be dead? Kidnapped? You don’t try to stop yourself from leaping up to give him a hug.

You wrap your arms around his torso and plant your head on his shoulder sobbing into the work shirt he hadn’t had a chance to change out of yet. Gyutaro didn’t know what to do, it would be easy to hug you back, but he wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with that yet. You had still only just met.

“Thank you Gyutaro, thank you so, so much. I hate that you’ve had to do so much for me in one day but thank you, God. You’re my hero.” You wail. Gyutaro’s heart does pick up speed much to his chagrin, especially since he knows you’ll be able to feel it from your position, but lightly encircles your waist, a barely there tough.

“It’s fine, need you alive for that date on Saturday anyway.” He grumbles trying to make a joke, and it works. You laugh, tearful giggling after a forceful exhale.

“Yeah, I’d be so pissed to miss that.” You affirm and Gyutaro still can’t wrap his around the fact you really want a date. You let him go, apologising for how sudden it was and your waist feels a bit cold, but you shrug it off.

“Since I’ve got you here, shall we talk about our date a bit? Maybe plan something? I could do with the distraction” You ask eyes shining, wiping away tears gently.

“If you want.” He tries to be non-committal about it, especially since he hasn’t had the chance to talk to Ume about it yet but is too intrigued by what you would want to do to refuse.

“Hmm. Well, I did suggest we could go watch a film but I’m not sure if there’s anything actually interesting in cinemas right now. Ooh! I know, to thank you for everything how about I make you a meal? I’ll clean this place up during the week and on Saturday you can come round, I’ll cook something nice, and we can chill, watch a film on TV and get to know each other!” You gasp out. Gyutaro would prefer that over being outside all day, but it also feels so intimate. He’s only in your house now because it was a dangerous situation, coming over for a date was so, so cosy and it almost intimidated him to be alone with you at your home. But he also hasn’t had a proper home-cooked meal in, well, ever actually now he thinks about it. He mulls it over before hesitantly agreeing.

“OK. I have some time after work tomorrow if you want me to come back and turn the furniture over for you if you want?” He asks quietly. Almost hoping you say yes.

“No-no! I couldn’t ask you to do that for me after everything today. I’ll be fine, I don’t think anything was actually damaged.” You reply throwing your hands up, you’d feel guilty if he did help you with that, plus you wanted to show him you were a capable person, not just someone who always needed help. He just nods going back to watching the men on the floor with so much indignation, as if he were the one they had wanted all along, not you. At this point, Gyutaro figures he does like you enough to feel like this was a personal attack on him, which he thought would be an impossible thought so early. He just assumes it’s because he’s already defended you twice, and your gratitude was a nice feeling that stroked his ego. And God, when you called him your hero, he had so many conflicting feelings, he felt like he could float to space he never thought someone would call him that and on the other hand, he couldn’t help but feel like you would change your mind so quickly when you learned of what he did in the past to get so good at fighting. There is a comfortable silence as you both try to sift through your feelings. You know for sure you want the date to go well, especially excited after all this which feels like such a bad way to react to the trauma of your home being invaded, but with Gyutaro there you didn’t have to be scared of those men anymore, and after their defeat who would go to your apartment again? One of them had to have a broken jaw for sure, you heard the crunch and the other probably had a concussion, it wasn’t an awful beat down, but probably enough to make their boss think again, especially since now you could turn them in and report it. At that, there is a knock on the still-open door and a man with flame-like hair walks in.

“Oh my! What happened here!” He exclaims. “I am Officer Rengoku Kyojuro, are you OK madam? Mr Shabana?” He recognises Gyutaro, who has turned away in annoyance at the sight of the man.

“Yes, I’m OK, thanks to Gyutaro. These men broke into my apartment and attacked me.” One of them groans in pain as he begins to wake up.

“I see, would you both be willing to make a statement?” He says still loudly. You both nod and explain everything that had happened that day.

“I see! Despicable! I shall take them to the station for questioning. Here is my number for enquiries, please see a doctor for your eye, Madam. It was nice to see you again, Mr Shabana.” He exclaims before grabbing the two men by an arm each and hauling them up, without so much as a struggle which leaves you gobsmacked.

“Did you see that? He picked them both up like they were nothing.”

“Yeah? So what…” Gyutaro says, almost jealous of your gushing over Rengoku.

“Thank you again, Gyutaro. You don’t know how thankful I really am.” You want to give him another kiss on the cheek, but he looks a bit jumpy from everything that’s happened, so you decide against it.

“Yeah, um, you’re welcome. I need to get back to my sister.” He says excusing himself to leave, giving you back your bag of peas that he’d had cradled to his face, which hadn’t been necessary, but you’d give him a look when he’d taken it away before.

“Oh, of course! Say hello to her for me, she has a fantastic brother.” You smile. He gets flustered and just nods, trying not to sprint out of your house. You wave him off from your window, left in your wrecked apartment.

Sighing you resolve to tidy it up after work the next day and just head straight for the shower.

Meanwhile, Gyutaro makes it home once more, locking his bike and shoving his way through the front door. It’s been about an hour so he knows his food will be cold, Ume is sitting on the couch the remnants of her meal on the old coffee table in front of her.

“Come on, at least tidy up after yourself.” He groans.

“Hey, I only finished like 20 mins ago! I haven’t even gotten up yet- What the hell happened to your face?!” She yells. Seeing his cut lip.

“Long story I’ll tell you once I’ve had a shower, at least throw away the boxes by the time I’m out. And for fucks sake do your homework.” He says, taking his shoes off and heading straight for the bathroom.

“Whatever.” She tries to sound like she doesn’t care but she can’t help but feel a bit concerned. He can hear her grumbling about her homework as he undresses.

After his shower, he comes out to Ume finishing her homework, she doesn’t look up at him until he’s hovering to read it.

“Half of it’s wrong.” He states, an eyebrow raised.

“What?!” She grasps the paper holding it up. “Oh, come on!”

“Come here.” He sits and starts going over the parts she gets wrong, and they eventually finish it together. He sees she has cleaned up her mess and is appreciative, he likes to keep a clean house probably from the early days he was looking after Ume. Child protective services would visit every week to make sure Ume wasn’t living in squalor. It had been a long time since they stopped coming but he was always paranoid. He sighs as he sits back on the couch, thinking he’s procrastinated enough.

“If I told you I had a date on Saturday, what would you say?”

“Ha, that’s funny.” She says, not taking her eyes off the TV until a moment later when he hasn’t said anything in response, only quirking an eyebrow at her again.

“No way… No way! How? Who? What?!”

“Thanks.” He scoffs.

“No, that’s not what I meant, you’ve never been on a date, I’ve never even seen you look at a woman for longer than a second. Are they a man? I wouldn’t have a problem if it was.” She chortles, teasing him.

“No, they aren’t a man! She’s a woman from work.” He responds incredulously.

“Wait, day work or night work?” She looks a bit concerned; she doesn’t want him dating someone from his nightshifts, she finds them creepy and horrible.

“Day. Helped her with a guy that was gettin’ handsy and she insisted on food and a date.”

“So she paid for the takeout?”

“Yeah, anyway she left her phone in my bike bag and when I took it back to her someone had broken into her house.”

“Fuuuck, that’s rough.” Gyutaro scolds her with a look for language. “Hey, you say it all the time what’s the big deal?” She huffs and crosses her arms.

“Whatever, the plan is I go round at 1 so I won’t be home for a while on Saturday, are you OK with all this?” She looks confused.

“Yeah? It’s not my business what you do, brother. I couldn’t care less as long as she isn’t a bitch. Plus that means I get the house to myself.”

“No parties.”

“Oh come on!”

“Seriously Ume, this is important. I don’t know how I want this to go yet. If it goes well, we might be apart more often, or she might come around sometimes. A lot would change, and I’ve always been focused on you.” Ume understands his concern but after him basically being a helicopter parent she’s ready for a bit more time apart, she’s a young woman now after all. She dearly loves her brother and wants him to be happy.

“Brother, I really am OK with it, plus I know if I want you back home, you’ll be back immediately anyway. I’m not a child, I don’t need you around all the time.” Gyutaro hums, looking at her from the corner of his eye. “Oh! If this girl actually likes you, maybe you can stop being so whingy about your self-esteem all the time.” She rolls her eyes.

“Hey!” He barks. She only laughs and nudges his arm.

“I’m gonna go do my nightly routine and go to bed.”

“Yeah, yeah, go use your hella expensive shit.” He waves her off, hearing her scoff echo as she entered the bathroom. He flops his head on the back of his couch, letting out a sigh of exhaustion knowing he has work again soon. He’s gonna get shit for having an injury in that crowd but he also knows he can beat most of them anyway.

He sighs again slapping his hands on his knees and standing to go get changed for his next shift. He puts on his simple black clothes, fixes his hair back up and puts on his boots. His boss calls him, demanding he gets there early to sort something out, and since he’d been expecting it, he’s already waiting for it, an hour early for work. He’d been working for Muzan since his mother died, a full eight years, and he was planning to leave as soon as he could, not liking the direction things were going, but knowing Muzan was dangerous. He had been working hard to not give Muzan a reason to hold a grudge when he eventually asked to leave, it would be difficult, but he was determined, getting away from Muzan would be better for Ume’s future, he didn’t like the way she was entranced by the much older man. Working as a bouncer for an exclusive club run by Muzan which had a thriving drug ring in it meant he had to be insanely careful about his identity, if his identity was compromised, he would be set to lose everything.

His shift ends after an especially brutal fight broke out, while he enjoyed it, he decided that the next shift would be his last, the man had almost ripped his mask off and he wasn’t willing to take the risk anymore, not since he was setting himself up to lose something else. He could survive on the day job at the office for a while, they’d even offered him a full-time position after his handling of the situation that day, he’d told them he wanted to think about it, but he had a set plan now.

He just had to get out from Muzan’s thumb.

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weministertomonsters · 8 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝑴𝒚 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉

There are times when food shouldn't taste good. But the bread is perfection, the burger is juicy, and the fries have tiny crystals of salt clinging to them so that every bite balances with a sip of coke. The diner is bustling and painfully well-lit for so late in the evening. At least no one questions my sunglasses.

I can still smell the blood on my hands, so I glance at them to make sure I don't have crimson crescents under my nails. They're fine, but my thumb has an odd hue. I bring it to my mouth and dig with the edge of my canine, tasting rusty blood that's been kept fresh under my nail.

"Don't think about it," Ethan says, thumping on the bottom of a bottle of ketchup to get the last bit out.

"About?" I pull my hand away, frowning when I realize I've chipped my nail.

"What we did. If you don't think about it, it won't matter." He drags a fry through the ketchup till it's dripping with red clumps, and puts it in his mouth.

I shiver a little from the icy drag down my back. Talk about his crimes, and talk about them loudly; that's Ethan's key to success. People tend to ignore you when you boast about murdering someone. Or someones.

"I wasn't, until now," I grumble. "My hands are dry, do you know how many times I washed them?"

"Hard work needs good washing, Khloe," Ethan shrugs and kicks Alda under the table, or something close because her drooping head jerks up and she squints at him.

"Huh?" She slurs, perpetually drunk.

Really, it's just her head that got messed up. That I do remember; Ethan screaming at me to find him a pair of scissors that worked while his hands fumbled inside her head wound, trying to pluck bits of metal out.

"What happens if some of it snags on her brain?" He had asked me.

Well, this happens, I say to past-Ethan.

"You need to eat something," Ethan says to her now. "Regain your strength."

"I'm not hungry," Alda moans, letting her head sink against her palm, the tips of her fingers scratching lightly at the admittedly masterful stitches hidden in her hair.

"Do you know what I ate down there? Corn porridge with maggots in it. The maggots tasted like vanilla ice cream with crunchy bits. The crunchy bits were like biscuits. Those were their heads."

"God, that's horrible," I mutter, and take a sip of my drink to choke down the bite of food that just went bad in my mouth. "So, that's what hell is like?"

"No, you idiot. I'm an atheist," Alda snaps, sharpened. "I wasn't dead, I was unconscious!"

"Were you dreaming?" I ask her.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter," Alda says. "Anyway, normal food doesn't taste good anymore."

"Funny," I muse. "How it affected us differently, I mean. You died- Uh, got knocked out, and my eyes changed, and Ethan-"

"Looks different," Alda finishes dreamily, reaching out a hand and smoothing a finger down one of his aggressive smile lines. "He got old."

Ethan leans away from her touch and signals the waiter for another basket of fries. "As long as we get what we want," he says.

"And what do we want?" I say intensely, swishing the straw around in my glass. "Do you even know what you want?"

Ethan looks over his eyebrows at me, his expression a formulation of wisdom even though we both know he doesn't have any.

"We stick together like we always have," he tells me. "And everything will be fine."

"Sure," I drawl and decide to stop poking the bear. "I'm going to pee. Alda, do you want to?"

"Nah," she says, but I drag her out of her chair anyway.

"Girl code," I say. "It looks stupid to go to the bathroom alone."

"Who told you that?" She huffs, stumbling along in her black stripper heels.

Eyes are watching her go and I think I even see one dude reach out to pat her ass, which is pert thanks to the pants-turned-booty-shorts she's wearing. Ethan cut it so high that the pockets are showing. The man pales, then wipes his hand on his jeans. Alda's arm is cold and waxy as I grip it and that means the rest of her is too.

"I don't need to pee anymore," Alda says, smirking as we enter the bathroom. "Superpowers."

"Yeah," I reply and crash onto a toilet and tinkle into the bowl, leaving the stall door open so I can make sure she doesn't run off because technically, she's our hostage even if she doesn't know it.

"I look dead," she sighs, poking her cheeks. "I look like a dead prostitute.'

"Well, at least you never have to worry about staying skinny ever again," I mutter and wash my hands twice.

"Ha," she laughs without conviction.

Above us, the smoky bulb starts to flicker. The light was strong before.

"Oh shit, I think we've been found," I groan, snatching a handful of paper towels to pat my hands dry. "We should get Ethan and duck out of here."

I hurry out of the bathroom with Alda in tow and crash into Ethan.

"Let's go," he says, but it's too late.

The floor caves in right at the doors like one of those black and white illusions, tiles and tables and people and a baby in a stroller slipping into the hole that's being formed.

"Fuck me," Ethan says.

"Ethan Coolbridge," a voice howls from the hole. "Face me for your sins."

"It's Kuhlbridge, you twat!" Ethan shouts down, almost falling as the tiles shift under his feet. "You bunch never fucking get it right!"

People are screaming and banging on the windows and doors. I'm not sure how much they can see, but panic is panic and humans are herd animals that stampede. I dodge a man who looks just about ready to maul anyone in his way as he throws his shoulder against the door, trying to force it open. But it won't open, because the presence of the creature renders the diner as part of the other realm, a dreamlike place where nothing matters. Where a man can steal from a god, and a butterfly can become president.

"Hey, I know that one," Alda says casually as she plucks her shorts out of her butt and watches the creature rise like a person getting out of a pool. "I was in charge of feeding him Down There. I've never seen him angry though. What did Ethan do?"

"I need a weapon," I say to myself, and hop over the counter and come face to face with the cute barista who had looked irresistible as he poured intricate patterns into people's coffee.

He's scrunched in the corner, and my hands almost plant right into the urine that is pooling under him. His first time in any kind of trouble, I gather.

"Stay there, and you might just not die," I tell him, and grab a knife from under the counter.

I stand up, and eye the demon that's looming over Ethan, attempting to intimidate him. Demons are only as powerful as they scare you, and Ethan is so unafraid that I'm sure he could march into hell and dethrone the devil. The demon looks like a skinned cat, or sheep, or spider monkey. It keeps moving, so it's hard to tell.

"What's your name?" Ethan shouts up at the demon.

The diner ceiling is only about nine feet high, but the demon gives the illusion of being twice that height.

"My name? What for?" The demon rumbles.

"So I can make a deal with you!" Ethan says, shielding his eyes as the wind picks up out of nowhere, probably from the hole.

It bothers me that it doesn't smell anything nearly hellish. It smells of old books and pungent wooden toys, and a long-forgotten pastry hidden by a child. It smells like my grandmother's attic. I can hear sounds coming from it too. Rustling paper and violin screeches and an oddly titillating thumping.

I want to look into the hole. I step over the demon's naked pearly pink lizard tail and lean. That's when someone finally gets the guts to confront the demon in the room. It's a lady, and not only does she have a cross, she's quoting scripture.

She rambles off the most peaceful bits of the psalms without a stutter in her voice, radiating confidence. I fold my arms and wait. Sure enough, the demon doesn't even blink. It leans down, fixes her with a droll stare from its one cyclops eye, and says,

"Woman, I'm not here for you."

And then, it proceeds to eat her whole. One bite, and one swallow. The screaming intensifies and now it's pure chaos. I see our chance. I scramble through the crowd to find Alda and grab her bony wrist.

"Come on," I tell her. "The exit doors should work."

"And you know this how?" She pants.

"Gut feeling," I gasp. "We might not be so lucky next time."

"What about Ethan?"

"We don't need him!" I reply.

We burst out onto the gravel-lined, trash-filled back of the diner, and I stride to our bikes. Thank god those are still there.

"Wait," Alda says. "I have something in my teeth."

I turn, exasperated. "Now?" I whine, but then it catches my attention.

Alda has a whole chunk of flesh clinging to her teeth, really mashed on there. Only then do I notice her face is painted in a muzzle of blood. I groan and toss her a handkerchief, tapping my foot impatiently while a pitiful battle rages on in the diner, the demon plucks people apart while Ethan tries to avoid slipping on the bloodied tiles, still trying to make his damn deal.

#monster #demon #angel #surreal #dystopian #grimdark #fallen angel #dark #speculative fiction

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authorautumnbanks · 11 days

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How To Tame A Sorcerer: Side Stories (16)

Main Story

Side Stories

Shippo sits down at the table with Nanami and Ijichi, and flashes them a smirk.

"It's too early," Nanami says, sipping his coffee. It's too early and yet Nanami is wearing an ironed suit that Jaken fetched for him. Ijichi tugs at his tie and then fusses with his hair as though it isn't slicked down enough.

"It's never too early," Shippo chimes. "Besides, I've been thinking and I gotta know something." He leans forward, his tail swishes behind him.

"Gojo, get your son," Nanami says.

Satoru sits next to Shippo and drums his fingers on the table. "He hasn't done anything?" he says, but it comes out like a question.

Shippo leans to the side, brushing against Satoru, and wipes a fake tear from his eye. "At least my papa believes in me."

Nanami scoffs. Ijichi fidgets.

"Just out with it then," Nanami mutters.

"Okay!" Shippo perks up. "What kind of hentai do you watch? You seem more like a plot-over-the-porn kind of guy. Or do you like it when they just get to the point and fuck all over the house, gym, forest, whatever you're into?" He waves a hand in the air.

"…What?"

"Man, there was this one I was watching where the plot was so good, I stopped mid-stroke." Shippo shakes his head. A shame he doesn't remember the title. It was a good one too. The story was just chef's kiss. There was an assassination attempt, some plot to throw over the neighboring country, and some overpowered protagonist that didn't know they were the chosen one.

Ah…he should really try to find that again.

"Gojo," Nanami says through clenched teeth. "Do something."

"Ah, Shippo, you should wait until lunchtime to ask those kinds of questions." Satoru scratches his head. "It's a bit early."

Shippo pouts. "Are you humans truly that sensitive to the time of day?"

"Humans don't like to talk about those kinds of things over breakfast, or lunch, or dinner," Ijichi explains, pushing his glasses up with his finger.

"Huh? I asked Mama, and she said she was more of a plot person."

"…What?" Satoru asks. "Kagome watches porn?"

Shippo shrugs. "Sounded more like she used to."

"This explains a lot," Satoru mutters under his breath.

Nanami stands and grabs his mug of coffee.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from you," Nanami mutters.

Ijichi fidgets and then stands suddenly. "I'm going to see if Ieiri-san needs assistance!" He runs out of the dining room, leaving only Shippo and Satoru.

Kagome walks in with Nanami in tow. Satoru stiffens next to Shippo, who clucks his tongue. Ever since Papa has gotten out of the prison realm, he's been real jumpy lately whenever someone gets too close to Mama.

Except for him, naturally. Shippo doesn't count. He gets up and moves a seat over so Kagome can sit between him and Satoru.

"Aw, did you bring me food, Jaken? How sweet," Shippo coos. Jaken scoffs and sets the plate of food down on the table. He mumbles something under his breath as he leaves. Shippo shrugs. It's not as though he asked the kappa demon to bring them something to eat.

He glances at Satoru from the corner of his eye. Man, Papa is watching Nanami like a damn wolf. The hell did Nanami do? Shippo picks up his chopsticks as he sticks his tongue out. The only thing he can think of is Nanami walking back into the room with Mama. But that can't really be it?

Nanami glances at Satoru and then looks down at his coffee.

Ookay, maybe that is it.

What they need is someone to break the tension.

"I was fooling around with this demon right, and it was getting pretty heated," Shippo says, as he picks up his eggs with his chopsticks.

"I didn't ask," Nanami deadpans.

"So yeah, it was getting pretty heated and I'm thinking, ya know I'mma bout to fuck, right?" Shippo eats his eggs and shakes his head. His tail swishes behind him in slow, languid strokes. "Because I mean, I'm a fox. A hot fox at that. And she was a freaking minx."

"I'm eating," Nanami interrupts. "Kagome-san, can you please do something about this?"

Kagome sighs as she holds out her chopsticks to Satoru, who doesn't even bother to look at what she is feeding him. "Shippo, what about Soten? You never talk about her."

"S-Soten?" Shippo splutters. "We're not talking about her. I'm trying to tell you my horror story." He lets out a small sob. "And no one ever cares about the trauma I have endured." How could she even ask him about Soten at a time like this?

"You cannot be serious," Nanami says.

"See! No one cares about me," Shippo wails. Kagome sucks in a breath and sets her chopsticks down. She rubs Shippo's back.

"What happened?"

Shippo sniffs one more time. "When I took her pants off, that's where the horror began."

"…Did she have a dick?" Satoru asks, sounding slightly concerned. Shippo chews on the inside of his cheek. Papa seems a little more relaxed now, that's good.

"Who the hell cares!" Nanami complains.

"Shippo cares," Satoru retorts.

"No, she didn't have a dick. It would have been better if she had." Shippo gulps down two breath fulls of air. "I took off her pants, laid her back on the bed. And when I slid her underwear off so I could get her off, because I'm not a selfish lover." He sniffs once. Twice. "Oh! She nearly bit my face off! It was horrible." Shippo reaches for his tea and takes a large drink of it. "There were teeth! In all my centuries of being alive, I have never seen someone with teeth down there. Oh, I was so traumatized, I couldn't have regular sex for two days!"

"Oh Shippo, that is awful," Kagome says, patting his back. "I guess her vagina really had a bite to it."

Satoru snorts.

Nanami slaps his face and groans. "This is my life now."

"It was so awful, Mama," Shippo says. "Don't worry, I am a gentleman, and I didn't want her to feel bad. So, I fucked her in the ass instead."

"I'm done." Nanami grabs his bowl and coffee and leaves the table. "Just kill me now."

"That was very sweet of you, Shippo," Kagome consoles. "I'm sure you made her feel less self-conscious."

"Thank you, Mama. At least someone understands me."

Nanami whirls around. "You cannot be serious! Traumatized? You weren't traumatized! You went on to have anal sex with her."

Shippo chortles. "He said anal sex. I bet you tell your one-night stands to please drop to their knees and perform fellatio on your phallus." Shippo crackles and slaps his hand on the table.

"Easy there, Nanami. Ya look like you're about to fall over," Satoru quips. "Maybe you should finish your coffee. Wake up a little."

Nanami splutters. He closes his eyes briefly and inhales. "All this time, I wondered just how you managed to get someone like Kagome-san—"

"The fuck does that mean?"

Shippo stops mid-laugh. The sound dies in his throat. Oh boy…. Satoru is giving off some major killing vibes right now.

"And now I see," Nanami continues. "You're tame. Bless the world when the twins are born." Nanami staggers back. "Twins. There's going to be two kids with your DNA and Shippo's influence."

Shippo leans over to the side. "I think Kento is so excited that he's stunned."

Nanami grips the bowl tighter and mutters to himself. "There's going to be twins and, knowing you two, there will be more kids."

"What Kento is trying to say is he is ecstatic," Shippo translates. "So excited that he just can't help himself. But more importantly, we need to talk about my room. I showed the plan to Mama, but I guess you want to sound off on it too?" Shippo reaches into his pocket and pulls out the room plan he drafted.

"…This is a house," Satoru says.

"It's my room. If you just wanna gon ahead and say yes, we can get some demons out working on it now."

"We're in the middle of a war and you're talking about housing plans?" Nanami exclaims.

Shippo's brows furrow together. "We gotta have somewhere to stay when Sukuna is dead." He waves a hand in the air. "What, just because Sukuna is out there doing fuck all, I can't have a nice room?"

"You need to downsize the room a tad," Kagome says. "Unless you want to end up sharing your room, which I don't think you want to."

Shippo scoffs. "Share a room? Ugh, no."

"Unbelievable," Nanami says, shaking his head. He walks out of the room, and this time, Shippo suspects Nanami won't be coming back.

Satoru scoots his chair back and pulls Kagome into his lap. He nuzzles the crook of her neck. "What kind of porn do you watch?"

Kagome blinks and turns her head to the side. "If I do watch it, usually boy love. Why?"

Satoru freezes. Shippo quirks a brow. That's an interesting response. Why does Papa look like he's seen some shit?

"…You like watching two men fuck?"

Kagome shifts and turns around. She leans back and looks at Satoru. Shippo frowns. Should he leave the room?

"I only want you," Satoru says.

"I didn't even say anything," Kagome huffs.

"You were thinking it."

"No, I was thinking about pegging."

Shippo chokes. "Don't mind me. It's not like I'm not at this table too."

"Oh," Satoru says. "That's fine."

"Really?"

"…. Guys?"

"I fuck your ass. You can fuck mine."

Shippo slaps a hand on the table. "Alrighty, I'mma head out." Shippo rolls his eyes as he grabs his empty plate of food and cup.

Hopefully, Mama isn't too distracted to put up a barrier. A shiver goes down his spine. Oh, looks like she wasn't too distracted after all.

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A/N: Next side story will be either a multiverse or another shikigami meeting. Take care and thanks for reading!

#gojo satoru x kagome #gojo x kagome #crossover pairings #jujutsu kaisen x inuyasha #kagome higurashi #inuyasha fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru #inuyasha x jujutsu kaisen

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devilsnare · 27 days

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ESCAPING THE WOODS WAS ABOUT OPPORTUNITY AND TIMING JUST AS MUCH AS IT WAS ABOUT BRUTE FORCE. This time it was a guard who didn't properly lock his door after a nightly check in. The last few pins never slipped into place. With the right amount of force, the door would open. Sam had paced his room for several minutes, contemplating if this was a test or a true opportunity.

Getting caught wouldn't be good but he was desperate for contact. A conversation with someone who wasn't experimenting on him. Sam had been hoping they'd let him socialize with other supes if he behaved for long enough. He took the pills and let doctors stick whatever they wanted in him. Dessert came back to his plate but he still wasn't allowed to see the others.

He decided it was worth the risk. Sam forced his door open and began exploring the halls. He thought he remembered the way to the lower risk pods, where he'd be able to talk through the glass. The thick metal of high risk cells was too difficult to talk though, even for supes. Shetty made sure that they wouldn't be able to talk to each other.

But Sam couldn't remember the way. The medication messed with his head, made his mind foggy. Memories were hard to access. As he walked, the wallpaper, a faux forest spreading out in all directions, began to look too real. Leaves rustled in the corner of his eyes. He swore he could hear squirrels running around. No No No not animals, but to swishing of guards uniform as they walked. They were just around the corner.

In a panic, Sam reached for the first door he found. He let out a sigh of relief when the metal handle turned and the door unlocked. He closed the door behind and sank to the floor. He took a few moments to catch his breath and steady his mind.

He had never seen this room before. There is a desk with notes spread out. An office ? he thought. No… He could hear the faint beeping of some medical machinery. He stepped closer to the sound, venturing deeper into the darkness. What he thought was the back wall of the room was actually a thick layer of glass. Behind it there was someone restrained. Naked. With a shock collar around their neck.

Sam stepped closer to see who it was and pressed his face to glass. He gasped when recognized the man. The average person would struggle to place the face but Sam knew it well. He had all of his comics back in his cell and a poster of him above his bed. It was ...

❝ Captain Vought? ❞ He said out loud, not fully believing it yet. ❝ Maybe I do need these meds because you died a long time ago. ❞ At least that's what the world had been told. ❝ But then again. They told everyone I died too. ❞ Was this real or another one of his hallucinations ?

* ˚ ✦ a starter for @sieverts / @warspun from sam riordan

#✏️ threads › sam riordan #sieverts #medical cw #hallucinations cw

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 1 year

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Words for ask game!! :D Cries, Sky, Breeze, Muffled, Warmth, Lightly, Laugh, Glimpse! And definitely feel free to email me some words if you'd like cuz I actually JUST started working on a huge project and, well.. I need to share fhjdsfhjkf 😅 ~Pinestripe

Ghostbur cries out, darting away from the lunging monster. Talking didn't work, talking didn't work, talking didn't work!

~~~

Wilbur grins up at the sky, letting out an uncharacteristic whoop. The bottle of wine in his hand clinks against the wall of the van, the contents inside sloshing around.

~~~

A minute or so passes, and Ranboo briefly closes his eyes, letting the gentle breeze blow back his hair. It feels really nice right now; not cold, but not hot either. A wonderful in-between.

~~~

Quackity can hear the voice more clearly now, but whoever it is is way in the back, so it's still muffled. He can tell it's a mans voice, however. Talking to someone. Or maybe himself. Regardless, he's giving Quackity a clear indication as to where he is.

~~~

He usually can resist that urge, however. Hold still, lightly clutching the cigarette between his fingers, sometimes closing his eyes, sometimes not. Letting the puffs of smoke seep into his mouth, onto his tongue and teeth, down his throat. Finally, into his lungs. It's hot. Obviously it's hot, it's smoke. Smoke is hot. It borders between the lines of warmth and pain.

~~~

He's somewhere bright. Tall grass blows gently in front of his face, swishing with a gentle breeze that lightly brushes Ghostbur's face. There's something wet sticking to his cheek, a little crumbly. Ghostbur flicks his eyes down, finding dirt.

~~~

Phil blinks at him, laughing even harder. Tommy sort of hates it, but he feels his mouth beginning to turn up in a smile. "What?"

~~~

Wilbur rubs his thumb along the glass, watching the muddy smudge it leaves behind. Glimpses of his fingerprint leave their mark on the cup, but they're scattered, just bits and pieces. A few lines. Swirls.

#the first one is from a story that I’ve been working on since October 😭#I really like the idea but its been so freaking SLOW oh my gosh #Quackity heck yeahhhh #first time I’ve written something from his perspective #its been fun #I will definitely send you an email :D #pinestripe tag #ask #story snippet

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h0tchner · 3 years

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go team hotchner!

pairing: dad!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron is coaching jack’s soccer game & reader is in the crowd! aaron & reader are happily married, but another woman’s mean comments and blatant flirting makes the reader jealous. fluffy shenanigans ensue!

word count: 2.5k

includes: FLUFF, jack hotchner is the sweetest, you & aaron are married, jealous!reader, kissing, family planning, & AARON IN A GREY T-SHIRT

rating: 18+ (for VERY brief mentions of sex and a little smidge of cursing)

a/n: i wrote this for @ssahotchswife’s soft hotch saturday! this is my first published fic, so i hope y’all enjoy. PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron yells from the side of the field, clapping his hands as his son scores another goal.

Beaming, you holler from the benches along with the crowd. You watch as your husband jogs up and down the sidelines with ease, keeping up with Jack’s soccer team. It’s a stunning Saturday morning and you are thrilled to spend every moment of it with the Hotchner boys. Your Hotchner boys.

When they asked Aaron to coach the team, how could he say no? After losing Hayley, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be there for Jack. When you first started dating, Aaron was hesitant to introduce you to his son. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you in Jack’s life, but rather he didn’t want to scare you away. You were a 26-year-old NCIS agent and he was a 40-something FBI agent. You knew he had a son, you knew he was a widow, and you knew he was older than you: but you didn’t care. You loved him. It took a little coaxing to get Aaron to open up to you about his fears, but once he did, you assured him then and there that you weren’t going anywhere. He introduced you to Jack the very same day. Four years later, you and Aaron are stronger than ever.

The ref blows the whistle, calling a break. Aaron motions for the kids to huddle in. He squats on the floor to get on their level, enthusiastically whispering, walking them through the next play. Your heart swells watching him talk to the group of children. Aaron Hotchner, always the hero, the role-model, the leader. Gentle yet powerful: he was intoxicating.

Your eyes dart over his crouched figure; the soft, heather grey of his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders. You draw in a breath, a memory of last night flooding your senses, remembering how you held on to those shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the bed. You feel your cheeks blush red, and you look up to the sky, shutting your eyes to collect yourself. Damn. Even just the thought of touching him gets your blood up.

You open your eyes, letting your gaze travel back to Aaron’s body, admiring how good his butt looks in those black Adidas track pants. You bite your lip a bit, feeling overwhelmed with joy, knowing that beautiful man, inside and out, was all yours. God, what you wanted to do to...

“Damn he is HOT. Way hotter than the old coach. I think his son is on the team?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind you.

“Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what happened to his first wife? So sad, lost her when his son was little. Apparently he’s shacked up with some 20-something-year-old now.” A second woman’s voice chimes in.

“No way. Him? Married to that? He needs a real woman, not some child. A man that experienced should be with someone his own age. I’m gonna talk to him after the game, see what his deal is.” The first woman replies, voice dripping with venom.

“I think you should!” Agrees the second.

“Oh, I will. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Snickers the first.

They both laugh as you sit frozen in your seat, blinded by a wave of anger and sadness.

Some child? Someone his own age? Their hurtful words pierce right through your heart as you furiously blink back tears.

The ref blows the whistle, and the team scatters back onto the field. The ladies cheer behind you as the game starts back up. It takes all your strength not to break down under the crushing weight of their conversation. You take in some deep breaths, mulling over their comments. You weren’t “some child!” You were a grown-ass woman! You had a job! You were a federal agent! You loved Aaron and Jack: they were your whole world!

As you continue to give yourself a mental pep-talk, the hurt begins to dissipate as you realize how stupid those woman sounded. They didn’t even know you, or Aaron, or anything about your relationship. In that moment, you tell yourself that instead of wallowing in self-doubt, you would stand up to them and make it known that you were the only one for Aaron.

Just like that: you begin to feel a bit better. You focus all your attention on Aaron and Jack, letting the game fly by. You ignore the ladies gossiping behind you, and, by the time the kids are lining up to give the other team high-fives, you had pulled yourself together and come up with a plan to put these ladies right back in their place. You just had to wait for the right time to make your move.

“Wish me luck!” squeals the first woman. You can feel her getting up from the bleachers behind you.

“Go get him, girl!” sasses the second.

You watch as the woman walks down the aisle, her straight blonde ponytail swishing as she goes. She’s wearing blue-jean shorts and a white lace top: an outfit you’ve seen before on a hundred women who looked just like her. In any other circumstance you’d applaud her efforts (girls supporting girls, right?) but this was your man she had her sights on. No way. Not a chance. She wasn’t going to lay a single pink manicured finger on him.

Aaron is talking to the ref and the other team’s coach when she taps him on the shoulder.

Oh HELL no. You think, frowning.

He turns around and gives her a small, polite smile. You can’t hear the exchange, but after a few moments, she sticks out her hand to shake his, laughing. Aaron curtly returns the shake and turns back to finish up his prior conversation; but, this time, the blonde woman puts a hand on his arm again, lightly pulling him away. Your blood begins to boil. She gestures to the pack of kids, now getting drinks and snacks from the fold-up table next to the bleachers. Aaron nods, pointing over to where Jack is standing, sipping on some lemonade. She puts her hand on his arm again and tilts her head.

You decide it has been long enough. It’s go time.

You walk down the bleachers, picking up the hem of your baby blue floral sundress so you wouldn’t step on it as you descended.

The woman is still all over Aaron, clearly flirting. Aaron’s arms are crossed over his chest, lips in a terse smile. It didn’t take a profiler to know that his behaviour screamed “get me out of here.”

You fluff your hair a bit, letting it fall loosely around your face. With confidence, your feet hit the soft grass and you head towards your husband.

“Aaron!” you call out, waving and smiling as you near him, shooting daggers at the blonde woman by his side.

The moment he sees you approaching, you watch his entire demeanour change.

“Y/N!” he grins, excusing himself from the woman.

She whips around to face you with a vengeance as Aaron scoops you up, tanned arms firm around your middle. He spins you around as you laugh, surprised, looking down at him with pure elation.

He sets you down and, before you have a chance to say anything else, grabs your face in his hands, crashing his mouth into yours. You throw your arms around his neck and card your fingers in his hair, kissing him with the same fervour.

You can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s hot and dominating: something about winning a game makes Aaron primal and giddy. You certainly aren’t complaining.

He breaks the kiss and lets his hands fall to your waist, squeezing lightly.

“Congrats on the win, Coach Hotchner.” You smile as you brush a lock of sweaty black hair off his forehead.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favourite cheerleader, Mrs. Hotchner.” He winks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah?” You prod, cocking your head, looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Who would that be?”

“Hm.” He pauses, looking up pensively.

He wraps his arms even tighter around your middle and dips his head down, whispering one word in your ear: “You.”

You laugh, swaying with him for a moment, capturing his lips in another kiss. As you pull apart, out of the corner of your eye you watch as the blonde woman stands frozen to the same spot, mouth agape. You smirk, feeling satisfied and self-assured knowing your little scheme was a success.

Then, like a rocket, you see Jack running towards you with a mile-wide grin on his flushed face.

“Y/N! Did you see? Did you see me make two goals?” Jack exclaims.

“Yeah buddy, I saw the whole thing!” You capture him in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. You ruffle his hair and kneel down, looking into his soft brown eyes.

“I’m so proud of you. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! I love soccer!” Jack nods.

“You did a great job Jack.” Aaron says, helping you stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and looks lovingly down at his son.

“You’re our soccer superstar.” You add, glancing between Jack and Aaron with unbridled joy. “Now go! Go back to your friends!” You laugh, shooing him away, back to the group of sweaty 8-year-olds and their snacks.

You stand there with Aaron, snaking your arm around his back to match his around yours. You both watch as Jack bounds off. A quick glance to the side shows that the blonde woman is long gone, probably stomping back up to her friend to whine and call you more names.

“Is she gone?” Aaron murmurs into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

You stutter, “How... how did you?” You trail off in disbelief.

“Oh please,” he smirks, “I had to stop you from practically biting her head off when you walked over.”

“Aaron!” you yelp, mocking upset. “You should’ve let me at her.”

He chuckles, lips twitching into a smile as he quirks one eyebrow up. “I couldn’t have my wife fighting with the aunt of one of my players. It’d reflect poorly on me.”

“She called me a child. Said that you should be with someone your own age. I think that warrants a free pass.”

His joking manner stops abruptly at your declaration. “That’s ridiculous and you know it,” he furrows his brow, shaking his head lightly.

You reach up and run your fingers over his scrunched forehead, soothing the lines into something softer.

“I know,” you nod.

Aaron pulls you into his side, wordless. Fingers tracing lightly over your hip. You knew he was thinking the same thing: no matter what they said, you knew in your heart that you and Aaron were meant to be. Age be damned. He was yours and you were his: forever. Simple as that.

“Mmm,” you sigh, taking in the beauty of the moment. You smile at the clear sky, the fresh air, and the feeling of the man you loved, right by your side. You two watch Jack as he talks and laughs with the other kids. He looks so happy to be surrounded by them: a natural conversationalist. You can’t help but start to think about how he would be the best big brother in the whole world. It makes your breath hitch in your throat a bit.

“What is it?” Aaron gives your side a squeeze.

Of course he could sense when your thoughts began to wander. Aaron was a man of many talents.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You look up at him with a reassuring glance, returning the squeeze.

“Y/N...” Aaron trails off, hazel-brown eyes searing into yours.

Damn your gaze, Hotchner.

You look away, letting your arm drop from his waist and move to step away a bit: he grabs for your hand instinctively, keeping you next to him. His big hands engulf your small ones, fingers entwined.

You know he is still staring at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet. Your eyes refocus on Jack.

“I was... I was thinking,” you begin. “I love you. I love you so much, no matter what anybody else says. And I love Jack like he’s my own.”

You breathed in, prepping yourself mentally for what you were about to say next.

“Jack is so good with other kids.” You continue, “He loves being social, being a teammate.”

You gather the strength to meet your husband’s famous glare.

“And watching you coach these kids? You’re so good with them, Aaron. You make every one of them feel special. You give 110% of your heart, and I am so lucky to be your co-coach in life.” You tell him in earnest.

“Aaron,” you carry on, emboldened, “I think it’s time we added a new member to the Hotchner team” you finish, searching every inch of Aaron’s face for recognition.

You watch as he takes in the information. After a few beats, it clicks.

“Y/N,” his expression softens, “Do you want to have a baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, eyes wide and hopeful.

Aaron nearly explodes with happiness; his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you, unable to speak. And then, his warm body envelopes yours, solid but soft: unmistakably Aaron.

You let out a shaky laugh and bury your head in his neck, breathing in the smell of cologne and light sweat.

He pulls back a little, one hand tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Does that mean yes?” you ask, in a small voice.

Aaron laughs again, letting out a sigh. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Yes,” he says, giddy. “Let’s have a baby.”

The sound of children laughing fills your ears as you grab the back of his head and pull Aaron into a soft kiss. The kiss is full of promise: a gentle pact, sealing the deal. You and Aaron were going to have a baby. Jack was going to have a little brother or sister.

You pull away, arms still around his neck.

“I love you, Aaron.” You breathe out.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers back.

Nobody on this planet could shake the bond you and Aaron had. Suburban soccer moms be damned.

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