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sentientcave · 14 days

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Retirement Party

Price has retired from Military life, and he's not handling the change well. But on the one year anniversary of him hanging it up, his boys bring him something special to help keep him busy. You.

Chapter One - The Perfect Gift

Contains: No Y/N, Kidnapping, Stalking, Drugging, Forcible relocation, Generally creepy behaviour, Threats (open-ended), I guess this might count as human trafficking?, Dubcon everything because Reader is terrified (non-sexual), plus-sized reader, fem/afab reader, There is something fucking wrong with these guys for real.

~3.2k - MDNI - Dark fic! Please mind the content warning above

"I told ye, she's perfect," Soap said, eyes on the window across the street. They could see you puttering around your living room, wearing a pretty flower print dress as you tidied up. "Good with bairns too, met her when I was pickin' up the niece and nephew from school. She was workin' for some rich family, an' they let her go because the wife found a pair of her knickers in her husband's briefcase." He snickered. He'd been the one to put them there, although, in his opinion, he’d been pushing the bounds for a long while anyway. Sure he’d essentially cast you adrift, jobless and with no one looking out for you, but, well, they were looking after you now, weren’t they? So it wasn’t all that bad.

"Good job, pup," Ghost said fondly, ruffling Johnny's hair. "Captain's gonna love 'er."

"How do you lads want to play it?" Gaz asked. "Could go in tonight. Won’t take much to knock her out, pack up her things, take her to the cabin. Get her nice and situated for when Price gets back."

"No point in waitin', is there?" Ghost asked. "Nice she's on the ground floor. Makes takin' 'er things easier. I'll go round 'n' check the windows in a bit. Should wait till after midnight. Don't want to be spotted by the neighbours."

"No' much risk o' tha'," Soap said. "Knocked over a bunch of bins last I was here and the cunts didna even turn on a light. Just the bonnie thing worryin’ while the rest of ‘em sleep sound."

Gaz lit a cigarette, nodding thoughtfully. "Small apartment too. Is there much to move?"

Soap shook his head. "Nah, no' much. Sweet girl lives simply. I told ye, she's perfect for the captain. He'll be able to spoil the fuck out of her, once she's broken in, aye?"

"Know 'e'll like that. Man needs a wife to dote on. ‘e’s been goin’ a bit crazy, all alone. An' 'e can train'er up nice."

"Think he might share?" Gaz asked wistfully, exhaling a stream of thin smoke as he sighed. "Nice soft girl like that-- Plenty to go around."

Ghost laughed. "Thought we'd 'ave trouble gettin' Johnny to keep 'is 'ands to 'imself, and you're the one droolin'."

"Scuse me for having eyes, mate. Just think she looks sweet."

"We'll get to see first 'and soon.” Ghost clapped him on the shoulder. “Come on lads. Let's get ready."

You wake up on the hard metal floor of a moving vehicle, your pounding head cradled in someone's hands. That's what you notice first, and the thumbs rubbing circles against your neck soothingly.

It has the opposite effect. Your eyes fly open.

“Hi, bonnie,” a somewhat familiar face grins down at you, blue eyes smiling, but too intense, glittering in the low light that filters in from the windows at the front of the truck. “How’s yer head?”

You grimace, trying to make sense of what’s going on around you. The back of the van seems to be filled with boxes. “Aren’t you Finn and Rory’s uncle?”

“Aw, ye remember me? Knew ye were a sweetheart.”

You try to sit up, but Johnny puts a strong hand on your shoulder and keeps you where you are. Your head feels too heavy to try and fight him, your muscles weak. “What’s going on?” you ask. “What— Is this a kidnapping?”

“Tha’s an ugly word, bonnie. We’re doin’ ye a favour, really. Settin’ ye up with someone respectable. Captain’ll take good care of ye.” He pats your cheek. “Whyna get back to sleep? Still a ways to go, aye?”

Maybe it’s just a bad, weird dream. You do feel foggy, like you’re not fully attached to your body, and keeping your eyes open is a struggle. You’ll wake up back in your own bed, and have a funny story to tell if you ever bump into Johnny again. He’s definitely too nice to be a kidnapper, right? Like, people don’t really do that sort of thing. It has to be a dream.

“Okay,” you mumble, letting your eyes close again.

As you suspected, you wake up again in bed. The headache’s receded some, and there’s warm sunlight streaming in through the windows. You bury your face into the pillows, and then bolt upright. The pillow smells weird, like sweet tobacco and spice, and you don’t get morning sun in your bedroom. The window faces a brick wall across a narrow alley.

The room you’re in now is not your room. It’s sparsely furnished, just a dresser under the window and the bed you’re tucked into, and two doors, one that’s clearly a closet, and one that must lead out into the rest of the… house? Judging by the sound of birdsong outside, you’re out of the city.

You pad to the window and look out. There’s a van in the driveway, and three men carrying things in. One of them looks up and spots you in the window, waving cheerfully.

Not a dream. Fear grips you, ice sliding down your spine, shards settling in your stomach, needling and uncomfortable. Your sinuses prickle like you’re about to cry, but no tears come. You’re too dehydrated to summon them. It’s hard to tell how long you’ve been out— It’s fully daylight outside, but you have no idea what time. A second look around the room finds a digital clock sitting on the nightstand, 3:05 glaring back at you in red.

There’s a knock on the door, and it pushes open. The man who walks in is handsome, smiling at you so beautifully that your automatic response is to try and smile back, although you feel that it’s flimsy, unsure. There’s no chance that this man is here to help you, but you at least hope he’s not here to hurt you either.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks. His voice is as pleasant as his face is, smooth and cheerful, although it makes you wary about him on principle. “You hungry?”

You shake your head. It’s not true, but you can’t trust that there wouldn’t be drugs in anything they give you.

“Well, come on downstairs, hm? Get some water at least. Maybe a tea?”

Your stomach churns. “I might be sick,” you manage to squeak out. He quickly ushers you out into the hall and into a bathroom. You don’t make it to the toilet, but you do manage to make it to the sink. If you had a little more fire in you, you might have tried to vomit bile onto the pretty man’s shoes, but it’s hard to shake the instinct to be good, not to make any trouble, to hope that they’ll just let you go. You’re not even sure what they want. You have no family to ransom, you don’t have any money to speak of, you’re just a fat little ex-nanny still paying off an English Literature degree from a second-rate college.

You turn on the sink to wash away the sick, and rinse your mouth out. Your hands start shaking when you realize your toothbrush is sitting in the holder next to the sink, like it belongs there. Your makeup bag is sitting on the counter too, and when you look down, you realize you’re standing on your own bathmat, taken from your home and arranged here, as if effects from your own house are supposed to make you feel comfortable. You look at your reflection in the mirror, and then at the man still standing in the doorway, his brown eyes all concern, as if he wasn’t party to a fucking nightmare.

You straighten up, gripping the counter to steady yourself. “What the hell is this?” you ask, trying to inject some authority into your quaking voice. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“I’m Gaz. Nice to meet you. Johnny had lots of nice things to say about you.”

So that hadn’t been a dream either. You look around the room desperately, looking for anything that could possibly be used as a weapon, but Gaz seems to know exactly what you’re doing, and he steps into your space quickly to grab your hands.

“None of that. Come on. You’ll feel better after a tea, yeah? Then you can get ready to meet the captain.”

He leads you downstairs. Questions spin around your head, but you’re not sure if it’s worth asking. Gaz only bothered to respond to one of the three you’ve asked so far, and it wasn’t the one that you were most interested in an answer to. So you stay quiet instead, taking in the layout of the big room. A front door and a back door, and windows that look out onto a forest on one side of the property, and more forest on the other side, beyond a large cleared space with a neat garden and a few fruit trees. There’s a second building that you can just see the corner of from the kitchen window, more likely a garage than a neighbour.

Gaz backs you up against the counter and leans down slightly, his hands gripping your thighs. You panic, the touch surprising you, and slap him across the face. The sharp sound makes you freeze, like it wasn’t you that had done it. He takes advantage of your surprise to shove you up onto the counter and grab both your hands with one of his, all the friendliness draining our of his eyes in an instant as he points a scolding finger at you. You feel like you’ve done something naughty that you’re not fully aware of the implications of yet, a badly trained dog or a child. “I’m going to let that one slide, because I understand that this is a big change for you. But you’re not going to like what happens if you try that again, understood?”

You nod quickly, your own eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry,” you say, the instinct for appeasement rearing it’s skittish little head.

And then the smile returns, as pretty as before, storm clouds blowing away as though they’d never been there to begin with. “It’s alright, doll. Just don’t do it again. And definitely don’t try that attitude on with the captain.” He taps the pointing finger against your nose playfully, and lets your hands drop back into your lap.

The rules seem simple enough. Be good and sweet, and get friendly faces in return, to a degree. No matter how cooperative you are, you doubt they’re going to let you go home. Fighting back means consequences, and you’re not sure how far those consequences will extend. If you’re too much trouble, it’s not a stretch to imagine that they’ll just kill you outright and try again with a meeker woman. You don’t yet know if death would be the more preferable outcome.

You pull your sweater down over your thighs. The black zip-up hoodie isn’t yours (the word Riley is stitched onto the front of it), but it’s big, and even though it smells faintly of cigarettes, it affords you at least a little modesty and comfort, more than the tank top and the sleep-shorts you’re wearing underneath do. Riley must be the third man. Was he the captain? Or was there a fourth one somewhere?

Johnny comes through the door carrying your suitcases, and he grins widely when he sees you, the charming, boyish one that you’d thought was handsome before. It’s only unnerving now. “Didja have a good sleep, bonnie?”

“You drugged me,” you accuse.

“Weel, of course. You were no’ goan ta come all peaceable, and LT wouldna be patient if ye were cryin’ the whole way here.” He trots upstairs, and you can hear him drop the bags with a thump, before he’s clattering back down the steps and leaning against the counter next to you. “How’d’ye like yer new home, bonnie? S’a nice place, aye? Better than tha’ little shoebox back in the city.”

“I like my apartment,” you protest.

“Psh, ye’d say tha’. Puttin’ on a brave face since yer such a good girl. But it wasna verra safe, was it? No’ a single neighbour paid us any mind while we were loadin’ up yer things. No’ a good place for a single girl, aye?” He reaches out and puts a big hand on your knee, squeezing lightly. “Now ye’ll be taken care of, like ye should be.”

“I don’t want to be taken care of.”

“Nonsense. Ye’ll be glad, once ye get used to things. Already looks real homey in here, don’t ye think?” He gestures at the living room.

You twist to look, and your stomach sinks. Your throw pillows are on the couch, one of the afghans you crocheted hanging over the back of it. You recognize the titles of your books on the shelves. These men were nothing if not thorough, surgically removing your entire life and transplanting it to this house in the woods, with it’s wood panel walls and big, overstuffed leather couches.

He continues blithely, like he’s not delivering some of the most horrifying news you’ve ever heard. “Most of your furniture’s in the garage, ye can sort tha’ out with Price, aye? But we brought all yer clothes and decorations and whatnot in. Figure ye should wear tha’ pretty black sundress, an’ those long stockin’s with the clippy belt, ye ken the one? Cap’ll like those.”

They’d been through all your things. If you had anything left to throw up, you might’ve again. Gaz sets a glass of water on the counter next to you. “How d’you take your tea, doll?”

“Milk, two sugars,” Johnny answers for you. “Our sweet lass has a sweet tooth, aye?”

“How do you know that?” You can hear the quiver in your voice, and it doesn’t slip by either of them.

“Come oan, hen, ye ken I didna jus’ pick ye off the street. Did my research. Wouldna pick just anyone for the captain.”

“When he said he’d found the perfect girl, we didn’t believe him at first,” Gaz says, leaning against the counter on the other side of the kitchen while the tea steeps. “But Ghost and I knew he was right, soon as we saw you.” He nods at the glass. “Drink your water. You haven’t had anything since last night.”

“Is it drugged?” you ask flatly.

“No, want ye awake for when Price gets here. Yer a real cute thing asleep, but we want him ta hear yer pretty voice and see that smile, aye?” Johnny reaches past you and picks up the glass of water, taking a big swig to demonstrate it’s harmlessness.

You take a careful sip when he hands it back to you, and then another, resisting the urge to just gulp the whole thing down. The door opens again, and the biggest man you’ve seen in your life walks in, wearing a black t-shirt and a mask with the jaw of a skull printed on it, pulled up over the lower half of his face. He looks at you dispassionately, and then at Gaz and Johnny. “What the ‘ell have you two muppets been sayin’ to the poor thing?” he asks, his voice rumbling like an avalanche. “She looks like she’s gonna faint.”

“Figure she’s just peaky,” Gaz says defensively. “I’m making her tea.”

The big guy swats Johnny’s hand away from your knee impatiently, and cages you in against the counter, one huge arm on either side of you. “How’re you feelin’ bird? Be honest.”

“Terrified,” you admit.

He chuckles. “Sensible, considerin’. But you don’t need to worry, olright? No one’s gonna hurt you, so long as you’re good. And you want to be good, don’t you, bird?”

You nod. You’d thought Gaz and Johnny were big, but this one’s huge, broad and tall and even scarier. It’s clear why they started off introducing themselves to you in the order they did. If this man had been the first thing you’d seen after waking up you probably would have gone into hysterics.

“Use your words, pet.”

“I want to be good,” you say obediently, because you don’t see any other options, at least for the moment.

“Good girl,” he says, and there’s the slightest hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

Somehow, this is the most comforting thing that you’ve experienced all day. You won’t be hurt if you’re good, and you are being good.

He pushes back from the counter slightly, giving you more space, takes the mug of tea from Gaz, and hands it off to you. “Small sips,” he instructs. “And maybe a biscuit, if you think you can keep it down.”

“Are you the captain?” you ask nervously, gripping the mug with two hands.

“Hm? No. ‘e’s still about an hour out. I’m Simon. Ghost to these two.” He fishes an open package of biscuits out of the cupboard and sets them next to you. “Once you finish your tea, we’ll get you ready. Want to make a good first impression, right bird?”

“Not really,” you admit. “I’d like to go home.”

He laughs, at least finding your honesty amusing. “That won’t be ‘appenin’. If Price dun’t want you, I’ll keep you myself. But I’ll tell you right now, you’ll like Price better. If you’re good for him, he’ll be real good to you, understood?”

You bite your tongue. It won’t do you any good to point out that a man that would accept a person as a gift is probably not capable of being good to anyone. Good is subjective, and the three men in front of you are lunatics. Their captain probably has the slightest bit stronger a grasp on his sanity, or a consistent moral code, if not a particularly righteous one. So you just keep your mouth shut, and drink your tea, and eat two chocolate digestives while Gaz and Johnny start collecting things to make dinner.

As soon as you set your empty mug to the side Ghost pops you down from the counter and ushers you upstairs with a big hand placed a little too low on your back. He tells you what to wear (down to the lingerie), but blessedly doesn’t insist on watching you get dressed. He does sit on the edge of the tub and watch you put on makeup, however, requesting red lipstick and winged eyeliner. Your hands are still a little shaky, but you manage to do as he asks. His eyes smile at you just a little when you’re obedient. You feel pathetic for not making a fuss, but you’re not sure what you can possibly do, except something stupid that will make them angry enough to hurt you.

He helps you into a pair of strappy red heels that had been languishing in the back of your closet before they dug everything out, and straightens the seam of your stockings, running his big hands up your calves. It’s like you’re a doll, dressed just how he wants, something to look pretty and say less than nothing, a gift for some other man you’ve never met to keep on a shelf.

Or worse, to play with.

You hear Johnny and Gaz greet someone downstairs, their voices loud and excited, and your heart skips nervously.

Ghost rises to his feet, smiling so big you can see it even with the mask. “Wait right here, pet,” he says firmly, leaving you sitting on the edge of the bed while he goes off to greet his captain. “Want to introduce you proper.”

So you sit, and you wait, shaking and nervous, for what feels like eternity, until you hear Simon’s surprisingly light footfalls on the stairs again. He offers you a hand, and hoists you over his shoulder as soon as you’re on your feet, carrying you down into the living room.

“We all pitched in,” Gaz says, as casually as if he meant throwing in five dollars for a card. “But she was Soap’s idea.”

“Picked ‘er out special, Cap,” Johnny says. “She’s perfect for ye.”

“She?” an unfamiliar voice asks. “Don’t tell me you got me a dog.”

“Better than that, skipper.” Ghost laughs as he circles around the couch, and drops you carefully into the man’s lap, stepping into line with the other two. “We got you a wife.”

I've been low-key thinking about this concept since I read ohbo-ohno's Don't Leave Me Locked in Your Heart a while back (If you haven't read and you like a good dark fic, you should click that link, you may enjoy it). I think getting someone a person as a gift, or being given as a gift, rather, is a fun fucked up fantasy to explore. I'm not entirely sure where I'll take this but I promise to put in content warnings. Let me know if I miss something, I don't want anyone to be surprised by what they find!

Image Credits: Banner

Dividers: 1 - 2 - 3 by @/Cafekitsune

#cod mw fanfiction #cave writing #John Price x Reader #x reader #dark fic #Price please keep your dogs on leashes they are terrorizing women #The boys missed the real retirement party because they got emergency deployed and they've been trying to reschedule all year long #Good thing they've got such a good gift to make up for it #The homies in discord agree: These guys are unsettling

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princessbrunette · 12 days

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after a long and traumatic week, seeing and experiencing dreadful things — puppy!reader gets into the habit of needing john b to rock her to sleep. every night.

if he doesn’t, there’s tears — and bless your heart he understands. before these few weeks, he’d managed to protect you from it all. being shot at, stumbling on skeletons and dead bodies all for the sake of finding the next clue for the treasure that seemed so far away. at the time, and for your safety he had to bring you along — but as he watches your lip curl over, clinging to his chest back at the chateau — he regrets not finding a way around it.

“well sleep is important, bubba. you need rest.” he stresses, trying to ease you into relaxing as you argue against him. “c’mon. i know you’re tired. i can tell.”

“but i know i’m going to have a nightmare again! ugh.” in a moment of stress, you softly bury yourself into his arm, sinking teeth gently into his tanned bicep.

“noooo you won’t.” he croons in that comforting deep voice of his, slotting his hand between your face and his arm so that he can stroke your cheek with his thumb until you ease up on your bite. you huff, flopping back into his arms dramatically like you’d died mid conversation and he smiles, softly manhandling you until you’re lying directly on his chest. “i’ll tell you why you’re not gonna have any nightmares, pup. it’s because i’m gonna be riiight here. all night. you’re gonna get all hot and bothered and wish that you had your own bed, seriously.” he keeps his tone lighthearted as you get comfortable, but his face falls when he hears you sniffle. “hey, i know.” he acknowledges solemnly, kissing the top of your head.

“jus’ nervous.” you slur, muffled into the fabric of his shirt and he nods in understanding. without thinking much of it, john b starts to sway your body left to right, gently rocking you to attempt to halt your tears. after a moment, you seem to quieten down. “keep doing that.” you rasp after a few minutes, barely awake.

“mhm.” he hums, trying not to disturb you as much as possible with his response, continuing to rock you in his arms. for the first time in a while, you sleep soundly — with no bad dreams.

because of the success in john b’s new technique — you started to require it every night. as soon as you feel the tiredness creep up on you, you’re crawling into his lap, making a rocking motion with your body to communicate what you want. doing this every night might become tiresome to some, but your boyfriend was filled with guilt — accidentally putting you in such dangerous scenarios lately that your body was now riddled with anxiety, needing the gentle motion in order to have a stress free sleep. whatever he could do to help you, to rid himself of the guilt — he would comply.

occasionally, you had required this treatment during a nap in the middle of the day too — straddling him on the couch with the shy request.

“get on in here.” he opens his arms to wrap around you, letting you burrow down into him. as soon as he begins to rock you side to side, your brain starts to power down, even able to partially ignore jj when he loudly strolls in, aware of your habits.

“damn, it’s rockin’ time already? a little early.” the blonde converses casually making the brunette frown and wave one arm at him.

“shh, but yes. yes it is.”

unable to control his behaviour, maybank begins to dance, moonwalking across the wooden panels of the chateau floor. “i wanna rock with you, alllll night.” he sings, making you groggily lift your head to blink an eye at him.

“are you done?” john b deadpans.

“oh hey there sleepy-pooch. my bad, go ‘head and take that nap.” jj busies himself with a beer bottle, grabbing it to settle down with on the couch, eyes latching onto the tv.

you’re fast asleep in a matter of minutes, the gentle humming of the tv mixing with the sounds of your soft snores. “damn, she’s out like that already? guess they found the cure to insomnia. hey, can i try next?” jj teases, lifting the bottle to his lips making the brunette shake his head, not even bothering to glance away from the tv.

“would you shut-up? maybe?” he mumbles in careless retaliation, just happy his sweet pup was getting the rest she deserves.

#john b prompt #puppy!reader

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mythos-writes · 1 year

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My Ferrari

Toto Wolff x Ferrari principal (wife) reader

Plot: Toto and his wife use the grid as ponds in their plans to mess with each other... inspired by @pucksandpower Social Media AU cause I think it's so cute

Formula 1 Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: fluffy moments, Lewis and Charles getting 'kidnapped', google translated german + italian,

Lewis was walking by the Ferarri paddock, minding his business and preparing for free practice. His music playing in his AirPods, when he heard a voice trying to get his attention.

“Lewis!” a voice gets his attention. He takes out a bud and looks around. He sees (Y/N) Wolff running up to him.

“Hey, (Y/N), what can I do for you?” He asks, still clueless about her plans.

“I want to play with Toto a little, and I need your help,” she explains but keeps it vague.

“Ok, with what?” he asks, not noticing Charles and Carlos coming up behind him.

“GET HIM!” she yells. Lewis feels arms around him, and him leaving the ground. “What are you going?!” he says, trying to not giggle because he knows he won’t get hurt.

“You are going to be my ransom against your famous principal,” She says with a smile. They take him into the garage and to (Y/N)’s office. They place him on a folding chair and tie him up in some take they had found in the garage.

All Lewis could do is give (Y/N) a ‘why do you have to drag me into this’ look. Once the two drivers finished tapping up the other driver, they were giggling like toddlers getting a pass for bad behaviour. “Thanks’ you two, you guys are good to go,” she tells her drivers.

“(Y/N) what is all this for?” Lewis questions, knowing she couldn’t hide things from him. [Things that were non-racing related]

“I know your season hasn’t been the best, and I just wanted to have some fun. Even though we’re rivals, we’re also family and it hurts seeing Toto come off a race and just look frustrated and sad. So I’m trying to just have some fun,” she tells.

“ I appreciate that you’re trying to cheer him up…BUT… why do you have to drag me into this?” he questions, pulling at the tap a little.

“Oh, because you’re his golden child, and it would be easier to get Carlos and Charles to carry you than George,” she says while pulling her phone out. “And don’t worry, you’ll be out of the tap, just as soon as I get a picture, to send to Toto,” she states while getting a few pictures.

"Perfect, now I'm going to take the tap off, but you can't return to the Mercedes paddock just yet," she states. Lewis moves to the couch and lays out. "Yeah, I figured as much."

Toto was walking around the Paddock, looking for Lewis. He wasn’t in his driver's room, and he wasn’t with Roscoe, cause Angela took the pup on his paddock walk. He asked George and the other team members but hadn’t seen him. His phone pings, as he gets a series of texts. He sees his wife's name pop up and he feels a smile grow. But when he opens the texts, he tries not to laugh.

He is greeted with a photo of Lewis tied up with a nervous face on. The text that followed almost made him laugh...

Toto, I have in my possession I have your precious 7-time champion. If you want him back before free practice, you must meet my demands. If you bring yourself and some food from your catering to your dear wife. Then you’ll leave with your precious driver. If not met, Lewis will become a Ferarri driver

Toto looks up and he see’s Goerge talking to Alex Albon just outside of the paddock. He waived the two over.

“What can we do for you boos man?” Alex asks.

“Well you two, I had a job for you…”

Charles was getting ready for the practice and he was doing his normal pre-race routine. Because of this, he didn’t hear George or Alex sneak up behind him. George grabbed his hands and Alex grabbed his legs, and they started to carry him off to the Mercedes paddock.

“What are you two doing?!” Charles asks, he is confused about why he is being dragged into this. Before they could answer, Ted Kravitz spotted the ‘kidnapping’ of Charles Leclerc.

“We have just spotted Alex Albon and George Russell carrying Ferarri’s Charles Leclerc. George what is going on here?” he asks.

“We’re just working orders by the boss,” he replies as they walk into the garage.

By now, (Y/N) had untapped Lewis, and he was just chilling out in her office. Her phone pinged, notifying her that she had gotten a text. When she opened it, she was shocked to be greeted by a picture of Charles, tapped up just like how they had Lewis. A text followed the picture that read…

Two can play this game, Liebe. If you want your driver back, I suggest we make a truce and do a driver swap on neutral ground… in front of the McLaren paddock in 20 minutes. If you can’t meet these requirements, Charles will become the newest Mercedes driver this weekend... Also, bring some of Ferarri's catering coffee, you know how I like my coffee

She showed Lewis the texts, and he just started giggling at Charles's face. The two looked at each other, knowing the fun and games were coming to an end.

“Well, it looks like we need to stop at the coffee booth before we meet my dearest husband,” (Y/N) comments before getting ready to meet the Meracdes principal.

The end of the 20 minutes was closely approaching, and by now, the whole grid and paddocks knew what was happening between the two teams. So when they saw Toto standing with George and Charles, at one end, outside of the entrance of McLaren’s paddock. The other racers and team principals were standing outside, waiting for the Ferarri principal and the famous Mercedes driver.

“There they are,” someone yells out. Everyone looked up and saw the people of the hour come walking over, with a minute to spare. (Y/N), Carlos and Lewis stop and face off with Toto, George and Charles.

“Do you have what I asked for?” she yells across, they’re about 2 meters apart. Toto raised a bag, that was filled with her favourites from catering.

“And you?” he questions. She holds up the cup of coffee, made how he likes it. He walks closer, signalling she walks towards him. They meet in the middle and hand off their trades.

“Pleasure doing business with you, amore,” she says with a smile. Toto rolls his eyes, but he found this whole thing amusing. He brought her into a hug, causing the grid to burst out into comedic cheers.

“Come find me before heading back to the hotel,” he whispers in her ear. She nods.

“Does this mean we can go back to our teams now?!” Lewis yells. The two laugh at the driver’s antics.

“Yes, you can go back Lewis,” she says as the two drivers swap back to their right teams.

“May the best team win,” he says with his cheeky smile. “May the best team win,” she replies with the same smile. The FIA marshals come by and dismiss everyone, as free practice was about to start.

After free practice and they had their debriefs, (Y/N) made her way to the Mercedes paddock. She was ready for the qualifying race tomorrow. She notified some of the Mercedes crew to let Toto know that she was there. As she waited for him, she ended up finishing some last-minute emails on her phone.

“ Geez, and they call me a workaholic,” Toto’s voice breaks her concentration. She looked up to see him walking towards her. (Y/N) put her phone away and greeted him with a hug. Both teams performed well in practice and had a bright weekend.

“Come on, we have a long day tomorrow,” she says, just wanting to get room service and get some well-needed cuddles. They get into the car and made their way back to the hotel. It was quiet for most of the drive.

“So about the antic you pulled,” Toto broke the silence. She looked over at him in the driver's seat. “That was quite the start of the weekend,” he says, trying to stay stoic.

“Well, I know that this season hasn’t been the one you were expecting, and I hated coming home and seeing you so disappointed and frustrated. So, I decided to have a little fun,” she explains herself. Toto brought his hand to her lap and wrapped his large hand around her smaller one. He brought her hand up to his mouth and placed a soft kiss against the back of her hand.

“I appreciate that Liebe, and I must say, I did have fun today,” he says, remembering the way he recruited drivers to do his bidding. She smiles and returned the kiss he just placed on her hand.

“I’m glad that my plan worked,” she replies. Silence fell between the two, but it was a peaceful and comfortable silence.

“The next time you plan to kidnap one of my drivers again, I’m just going to steal you and have Charles and Carlos come to rescue you,” he comments, causing her to erupt into laughter. Their relationship had its ups and downs, but right now it was the perfect relationship anyone could dream of.

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google translate:

German: Love- Liebe

Italian: My Love- amore

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cheolaholic · 6 months

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ring of love; csc (04)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n; so… i missed out my upload timing for the past few weeks… i got so busy with going to dance lessons, going to cupsleeve and kpop dance events and job hunting 😵👊🏻 but now that i've calmed myself down, we're back to uploading !!

smol edit: realised i forgot to add the taglist at the end hsjcndksn

when you started middle school, coincidentally you attended the same one where seungcheol is a high school senior. it eased your anxiety, but it lingered and seungcheol took notice as he walked beside you. “first day of school anxiety kicking in?” he asked, throwing an arm over your shoulder, “don’t overthink it, alright?

“but-”

“i’m here, pup. but, remember that you need to stand up for yourself too, alright?”

nodding your head, seungcheol smiles as he gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “and if anyone decides to pick on you while i’m not around, just remember what i taught you, okay?”

“okay.”

over the past few months, before the school year started, seungcheol had offered to teach you a few self defence moves, alongside some sparring moves. your parents were worried when they saw you spar with seungcheol, seeing how the older boy had flipped you onto the cushioned mat of the studio. but, the boy assured them he was teaching you all this so that you’re able to defend yourself in the event he isn’t there with you.

“but, won’t she be all bruised up from all this?” your mother asked.

“mom, i’ll be fine,” you reassured her as seungcheol pulled you up onto your feet, “i need to be a big girl!”

as you both reached the gates of the school, seungcheol arm left your shoulder as he shoved both his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“ready for your first day, pup?”

you didn’t like it here.

everyone was staring at you as you sat in your seat, causing your anxiety to spike. or maybe it’s all in your head and it’s just the imaginary audience kicking in. either way, it doesn’t ease the summersaults that were performing in your stomach.

when the school day started and the teacher had you introduce yourself to the class, you can only hope that lunch break arrives sooner so you can go find seungcheol - to which you did as soon as the lunch bell rang.

you ran up the stairs of the other school building, trying your best to ignore the possible stares from the upperclassmen - you just need needed seungcheol right now

when you reached the floor, a few upperclassmen that were standing in the hallway turned to look at you - and you froze.

as the staring continued, you took a few steps back, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your skirt while tears began to well up in your eyes and your breathing quickened.

maybe it was a bad idea to come to this building. maybe it was a bad idea to look for suengcheol. maybe-

“pup?”

your head shot up, coming face to face with a concerned seungcheol. “pup, what happened?” seungcheol asked, placing a hand on your head, lightly petting it in an attempt to calm you down. you wanted to answer him, tell him what was wrong, tell him that the unfamiliar environment was spiking your anxiety.

but, you couldn’t.

“yo, seungcheol,” another student appeared next to the boy, slinging a hand over his shoulder. “who’s this cutie?”

when the student looked at you, seungcheol heard your breath hitch and at that moment, he only had one objective in mind.

getting you to a quieter and less crowded area.

“sorry, baekho,” seungcheol spoke as he gave the boy an apologetic smile, “i’ll be eating lunch with ___ today.”

he then leads you out of the building, his hand holding yours as he brings you to the track field of the school. sitting you down on one of the bleachers, he tells you he’ll get some food for the both of you and that he’ll be back soon. as you sat on the bleacher, you continued to fidget with the hem of your skirt.

minutes went by and you felt your breathing steady, seungcheol had returned with a bottle of water and two lunchboxes. you both ate in silence, the older boy occasionally gazing over to check up on you. when you set the now empty lunchbox aside, seungcheol lightly rubs your back.

"feeling better, pup?" he asked in a soft voice, "is it still bad? do you want to go home?"

you shook your head. “come on, pup,” he spoke again, “i need you to talk to me. i may be able to know how you feel, but i’m not a mindreader. i can’t figure out what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“i-it’s… i-i don’t know…” you couldn’t form words. you can’t help but feel pathetic - being so dependent on seungcheol that you can’t go a mere half day in a new environment without his presence beside you.

seungcheol lets out a small hum as he leans on his hands, looking up at the sky, thinking.

a few minutes later, he sat back up straight, his expression telling that he’s got an idea.

the older boy took off his nametag and took your hand, placing it in your palm.

“here, take this. you have a pattern of needing emotional support items.”

you stared at the nametag and looked at him, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

he chuckled at your response, his hand moving to pat your head.

“you depended on your strawberry pillow throughout kindergarten, your unicorn water bottle throughout elementary.”

your face flushed in embarrassment as seungcheol mentioned your unicorn water bottle.

it was a gift your grandparents had gifted you at the start of your elementary school year and you refused to part ways with it until you reached the age where bright, flashy unicorn water bottles don’t really appeal to you anymore. but, it still held a special place in your heart.

“but, won’t you get in trouble for not having a nametag?” you asked him, worried about the disciplinary actions he’d have to face since it was part of the dress code.

seungcheol shrugged, “i keep an extra in my bag, so it’s no problem.”

he then checked the time on his wristwatch.

“come on, pup. i’ll walk you back to the building and meet you at the gates after class, okay?”

“okay.”

as you both walked, you felt butterflies in your stomach from seungcheol’s kind gestures.

“hey, cheollie..?”

“yea?”

“thank you.”

“anything for you, pup.”

it wasn’t unusual for you to be a target of bullying in the school, considering how close you were to seungcheol - it was something a lot of the girls, both lowerclassmen and upperclassmen, did not take a liking to.

it also wasn’t unusual for seungcheol to do his best to protect you.

do his best as in, try to always be there but most of the time he can’t as he might have basketball practice or his friends dragged him away before he was able to head over to where you were.

and unfortunately, today was one of those ‘most of the time’ days.

“just because seungcheol lets you cling onto him, means he’ll want to date you,” the upperclassmen girl spoke as she slams you against the locker, her hand holding a tight grip on your shoulder while your back stings from the harsh impact against the metal object. “who do you even think you are to always show up at our building?”

the other students crowd around you and the upperclassmen, curious and of course, nosy as to what the ‘confrontation’ is all about.

“hey,” she gritted out, pulling and slamming you against the locker once again, a soft whimper escaping your lips, “are you deaf or something? i’m talking to you!”

seungcheol… please… please help me…

an audible slap noise was heard - a burning sensation was felt on your right cheek while the other students gasped.

“i said, i’m talking to you! do you not know how to answer!?”

you don’t remember what exactly happened, but you do remember reaching your limit and fighting back. when you pushed the upperclassman away, glaring at her while telling her to stop picking on you just because she was jealous you were close to seungcheol, she decided to go rougher.

shoving you against the locker once again, she pulled at your hair and her grip was so tight, you could feel a few strands of hair being pulled out.

“say that again,” she hissed, eyes full of anger, “fucking say that one more time…”

"i said stop it!" you cried out, pushing at her to try and get her off you. "it's not my fault i'm close friends with seungcheol! and what makes you think he'll like you when this is how you act!?"

"why you little-"

"get your fucking hands off her!"

you felt the upperclassman get pulled away, a pair of hands coming to cup your face and lift up your head.

your tear filled eyes met seungcheol's that were filled with anger and worry. "___, are you hurt anywhere?" he asked, one hand brushing the strands of hair away from your face.

“s-seungcheol…”

turning around to face the girl, anyone close enough to the front or center, could see the fury on seungcheol’s face. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing, heemin?”

“i-it’s not what it looks like!”

“not what it looks like? are you fucking kidding me!?”

“i don’t like how she’s always with you! is that wrong!?”

“yes! ___ did nothing wrong and yet you’re assaulting her, all because you’ve decided to have this weird claim on me!”

seungcheol felt you grab his blazer, tugging on it a few times - a silent beg for him to stop and get you away from the area.

taking a deep breath to calm himself down, seungcheol spoke up in a deep, calm yet intimidating tone, “if anyone lays a finger, even on one single hair on ___, you all answer to me.” he then grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the crowd. as he lead you away from the area, you quietly called out his name.

“yea?”

“i’m sorry you have to always save me…”

seungcheol stopped in his tracks, frowning as he turns to look at you. “what’s there to be sorry about, ___?”

“aren’t you tired of having to come and defend me from messes like these?”

“___, i care about you. i would rather die than know you’re being bullied, but decided to just sit on it.”

it felt odd to have someone other than your parents care for you. and it doesn’t really help your growing feelings towards the older male in front of you.

seungcheol took a step forward, cupping your face and tilts your head up to meet his eyes.

“look at me, pup. do you trust me?”

sniffling as you nod your head and seungcheol felt his heart sank as he sees your tears escape your eyes. wiping away your tears with his thumb, he gives you a gentle smile.

“then trust me when i say, as long as i’m here, no-one can hurt you.”

you remembered how you met your first and probably only friend in middle school. it was right after summer break when your homeroom teacher announced a new transfer student. however, you weren’t paying attention; just staring out the window, wondering when the school day would be over.

it was during lunch break, as you were about to go find seungcheol that the new transfer student approached you.

“hi!” she greeted cheerfully, glancing at your nametag, “___, right?”

you looked up at her with a blank look, her looking back at you with a bright smile. when you nod your head, she reaches out a hand and introduces herself. “i’m aki, kim aki! i’m your new classmate!”

“nice to meet you, aki.” you responded in a soft voice.

“do you want to have lunch together?”

her question caught you off guard. someone wanted to eat with you?

aki looks at you with a smile on her face, waiting for your answer. too scared to reject her, you nodded your head and her smile widened.

“great!”

cheollie: pup, i got dragged away by baekho

cheollie: something about needing me to be his wingman

puppy: oh...

puppy: well, the new girl asked me to join her for lunch

puppy: so i guess it’s fine?

cheollie: oh?

cheollie: is my puppy finally going to have a new friend?

cheollie: i’m so proud

puppy: wow, you’re dramatic

cheollie: don’t scare her off, okay?

puppy: what is that supposed to mean?

cheollie: pup, have you seen your resting face?

puppy: …

puppy: i hate you

cheollie: take care, alright?

cheollie: i’ll see you at the gates when school is over

puppy: alright

“i heard you’re very close to one of the upperclassmen,” aki said casually as she takes a bite out of her rice ball, not noticing how you tensed up. “what was his name again? choi seungjoo? seungchae?”

“...seungcheol…” you corrected her, your voice quiet, “his name is seungcheol…”

aki notices your tense demeanour and immediately assures you that it’s not what you were thinking. “i’m just curious. i was told by a few people to stay away or that if i were to ‘chase after seungcheol’, you’d be an obstacle i’d have to overcome.” she laughs it off and leans forward a little, lowering her voice a little. “you don’t have to worry, though~ between you and me, i think you and him look cute together.” when aki notices the faint blush that paints your cheeks afterwards, a grin spreads across her lips. “i knew it! don’t worry, i won’t tell~”

instead of feeling uneasy, you felt… comforted by aki’s presence.

maybe having another friend might not be such a bad thing after all.

one thing you’ve come to realise about aki as the friendship blossomed is that she is the complete opposite of you - both of you would be the typical extrovert-introvert duo dynamic. in contrast to you spending your weekends staying at home either reading your books or just surfing the web, aki would be spending her weekends going to the city parts in daegu shopping, cafe-hopping; even busking as revealed during one of her visits to your home, she enjoys singing and occasionally busks with the buskers she befriended.

she also dresses differently where her clothes just showed her personality - colourful, patterns, accessories and different shoes for each outfit. whereas you preferred to dress simple - until one weekend, aki had dragged you out to myeongdong (with seungcheol tagging along since your parents had tasked him to watch over you girls and he had a driving licence to drive the three of you to and from).

seungcheol watched quietly as aki dressed you up during the shopping spree, occasionally complimenting you whenever aki finished and needed a third opinion. by the end of the weekend, you had a whole new wardrobe and an entire collection of makeup which aki would both teach and help you out with.

“um, are you sure that stuff will wash off?” your voice filled with uncertainty as you watch the small tube of glittering liquid she calls an ‘eye glitter’. “babes, i’ve put this on my eyes thousands of time so, trust me when i say this is safe and washes off.” aki assures you as she starts applying it onto your eyelid.

instructing you to keep your eyes closed, she began to use a hand fan to fan at your face to dry the substance. “how are you so good at makeup at thirteen?” you can’t help but ask. in your eyes, aki’s makeup talents was up to par with those makeup artists for models and idols. when you feel the fanning stop, you open your eyes and aki had the biggest grin on her face.

“my mom is a model and my dad is her makeup artist! so everything i know, i learnt from them and a couple of youtube videos!”

“whoa… is that how they met?”

“yeap! mom had a gig in japan, dad was the makeup artist the company hired and it was love at first sight.”

swiping the lipstick applicator across your lips, aki’s grin widens as she grabs a mirror to how you the finished look. you looked at your reflection in awe, amazed by aki’s talents.

“oh! i also got something for you!”

digging through her bag, she pulled out a bracelet with a little black ghost charm, taking your hand and fastening it around your wrist. as you stared at the bracelet, she lifts one of her hands, revealing a similar bracelet but instead of black ghost charm, it was a white ghost charm.

“i was in the city the other day with my parents and saw these matching bracelets! the little ghosts are so cute, and look!” placing her hand next to yours, the ghost charms clink together, as if they’re holding their little ghost hands.

“they stick together! just like the both of us, best friends!”

her statement caught you off-guard.

you had given a thought to your friendship with aki. it was similar to the friendship you had with seungcheol, minus the crush, obviously. you had considered aki to be a close friend of yours, but you hadn’t expected her to call you her best friend. noticing your reaction, aki’s smile faltered a little and that was the first time you’ve seen a hint of sadness in her.

“do you… do you not like it..?” aki asks, her hand slowly pulling away from yours. “i-i’m sorry, i just… i just thought that…”

you immediately shook your head, hands flying to grab hers. “n-no! i do like it!” you rushed out, “i just… i just wasn’t expecting you to get me this… or even call me your best friend…”

aki blinks once.

then twice.

and proceeds to burst out laughing.

“why wouldn’t i?” aki questions, wrapping her arms around you, engulfing you in a tight hug. “sure, i have a few other friends to hang out with. but, neither of them share the same bond you and i share! i could maybe even top your friendship with seungcheol!”

“hey now, don’t go stealing my puppy.”

turning both your attention to the door of your room, you and aki come face to face with seungcheol, his figure leaning against your doorframe.

“your puppy?” aki gives you a teasing smile, noticing the blush on your face when the older male refers to you as his puppy. “i’d like to see you try and take ___ away from me!”

“you’re on, brat.”

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cheollipop · 1 year

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welcome home

navi | taglist

pairing: puppy hybrid!san x fem owner!reader

w.c.: 1.9k

tags: smut, fluff, established relationship

the thought of his owner coming home after a long week drove san straight into an early rut, and the scent of her pillow was too inviting to brush aside.

warnings: dom!reader, sub!san, pillow humping, plushie humping (I'm so sorry), so much cum, san is in a rut, animal -puppy- characteristics (tail and ears), fingering (f receiving), handjob, mommy kink, breeding kink, impreg kink, bulge kink (idk wtf this is actually called), unprotected sex (👎🏼!), knotting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, begging, one (1) chomp, nicknames (pup, baby, sannie, love, darling, good boy; mommy)

A/N: I feel the need to issue a formal apology to shiber. I'm so sorry.

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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You weren’t sure what to expect coming home from your business trip. Perhaps a home-cooked meal; or maybe a pillow fort in the living room with the movie you'd been dying to watch waiting for you on the TV, your favourite snacks laid out over the blankets. You pondered over every possible scenario during your flight back home, and decided that seeing San's face – his tail wagging in excitement as you finally walked through the front door – was all you could ever ask for.

Standing in the doorway to your shared bedroom, you realised that you’d thought about every possible scenario but one:

Coming home to a dark apartment, soft mewls and cries escaping through the open bedroom door, you rushed in, worried that San might’ve hurt himself in your absence. But two steps into the room, you found yourself rooted in place, watching as your puppy hybrid repeatedly slid his cock over the drenched pillow – your pillow. Even when his ears perked up at the sound of your footsteps and he raised his head to meet your eyes – his own lidded and glazed over – San’s hips continued their furious humping, desperate moans flowing freely from his parted lips. His hands gripped the pillow, veins protruding from his sweat-clad skin, the only sound in the apartment a mixture of San’s reckless thrusting and his needy moans.

San’s innocent excitement over his owner coming home after a long week drove him straight into an early rut, his cock growing painfully hard with no relief in sight. Shiber’s soft material instantly drew him in, and he found himself sliding his cock over the back of the plushie, biting down on the comforter as his continuous orgasms shook his whole body. He then caught a whiff of the pillow in front of him, your scent rushing through his nostrils and straight down to his core. Growling, he threw Shiber to the side, instead grabbing your pillow and bringing it down to his needy cock. Sweat dripped down his temples, his thighs shaking as he drenched the pillow with his cum, realising he won’t be appeased until he knotted you.

“M-mommy... you’re finally back,” San lowered himself until his chest was flush with the pillow, shooting another load of hot cum between his bare skin and the soft cotton, his whole body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

Your lips parted and closed, unable to form words, while your eyes wandered across the room, taking in the clothes haphazardly thrown to the side before zeroing in on Shiber – the plushie’s velvety fabric a dark brown, drenched in San’s release. Looking back at the hybrid, you noticed the lust-filled eyes, his tail swinging uncontrollably behind him as he arched his back to further grind over the pillow. The scene felt familiar – clear signs of an incoming rut.

You dropped your bag, quickly moving to San’s side while ignoring the wave of arousal pooling between your legs. Placing a palm over his slick forehead, you watched him lean into your touch, your hand cool against his heated skin.

“Sannie? Darling, does it hurt anywhere?” You ran your fingers through his hair, holding his cheek with your other hand and angling his face towards you.

He mumbled something under his breath, his hips slowing down their furious pace.

“Speak up for me, pup,” you encouraged him with a few scratches behind his ear.

“D-down there... It hurts,” his hips picked up their pace again and he nuzzled his nose into your outer-thigh, inhaling your scent. “Wanna knot mommy, please, can I-I?”

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San’s cock was heavy, hot as it glided over your skin. Straddling one of your thighs, San rutted against the soft skin while his fingers pounded into your g-spot, scissoring them to prepare you for his knot.

“I need you, mommy… Can I knot you now?” He pleaded, his eyes glassy and his bottom lip quivering.

He knew you were weak to those eyes, but you learned the importance of proper prep when it came to taking his knot in the past, and were glad he was clear-headed enough to offer you that. You reached a hand behind his ear to scratch at the skin, smiling when his eyes drooped at the added stimulation.

“Just a little longer, baby. Can you be a good boy for mommy and stretch me out properly?” You cooed when San’s ears perked up, his tail standing up straight before continuing to wag excitedly.

He nodded his head eagerly, stuffing his fingers into your cunt and curling them until they brushed against your sweet spot. Your head rolled back over the pillow, your breath quickening as San sent shocks of pleasure soaring through your body. He added a third finger, and then a fourth, fucking them into you until your back was arching and your vision darkened, pushing you over the edge unexpectedly. San’s other hand moved to your clit, rolling it between two fingers as you rode out your high, thigh twitching under him and drawing out a whimper from his lips.

You took a few breaths before sitting up and flipping San over, straddling his hips and wrapping your hand around his aching cock, pumping it roughly and taking in how he writhed under you.

“H-hurts! It hurts- hnngh-“

“Shh,” your thumb rubbed soothing circles over his nipple and you leaned in to press feathery kisses to his jawline. “Give me one more and then you can have me, okay?”

You watched as tears and drool ran down the sides of his face, his face scrunching up as he released all over your hand and his lower belly, his cum translucent and watery.

It took San a few seconds to recover, quickly flipping you over and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his canines running over the delicate skin. He ran his cock – already hard and leaking over your lower belly – through your dripping folds, his head brushing over your clit.

“Please, p-please- Let me fuck you, please, c-can I?” He panted, raising his head to look at you with drool flowing down his chin. “Nghh- ‘Wanna breed mommy- N-need it-”

A guttural moan echoed in the room when San finally pushed his cock inside of you, sheathing the whole length between your fluttering walls in one go. You tossed your head back, hands flying to San’s shoulders when his hips urgently snapped against yours, the base of his knot pushing past your entrance then back out.

“Fuck, San! A-ah- s-slow down-”

“C-can’t- I can’t- Hnnngh! Mommy’s pussy feels so good-” San’s hips were relentless, starting off with rapid, shallow thrusts before shoving his cock so deep inside your cunt you saw stars, grinding the tip into your g-spot before pulling out and slamming back in. “C-can I breed you, mommy? ‘Wanna knot you and fill you up with Sannie’s cum, please, can I?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, pleasure shooting up your spine every time San drove his cock inside you, releasing breathy successions of ah’s that San didn’t hesitate to lean down and swallow. He moved his lips over yours, hungrily licking into your mouth, his tongue moving with fervour and coating the lower half of your face with his spit.

“Please, you feel so good, mommy- h-hahh-” San muttered against your lips, nibbling on the bottom one while he spoke, the base of his knot tugging at your entrance every time he pulled out before snapping it back in with a throaty moan. “Let me breed your hole; I'll be good, I promise. ‘Just want mommy to have my pups.”

Your own cries of pleasure turned into silent gasps as San rammed his cock inside you relentlessly, your orgasm washing over you and jolting your whole body every time he pushed his cockhead into your g-spot. Your fingers gripped the slick skin of his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh. You were delirious, wanting nothing but to feel San’s hot cum flooding your insides.

“Fuck, Sannie, give it to me, pup- hnnghh-” Your jaw went slack, San’s canines sinking into your shoulder with a husky growl while he continued pumping his knot inside you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, roughly scratching at his scalp while you regained your breath. “Y-your cum- Be a good boy and give mommy your cum, darling-”

San let go of your shoulder, sticking out his tongue to lap up the blood leaking from the wound. “Gonna cum inside mommy… Ah- ‘gonna look s-so pretty when you’re swollen with my pups-“

“Yeah… you’ve been so good for me, love,” you panted, the overstimulation nearly unbearable with the way San’s knot lugged at your entrance. “Come on, baby, do it for mommy-”

With a final thrust, he sheathed his whole length inside your used cunt, his knot locking in place and stretching out your fluttering walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your vision went black when San’s hot cum began pouring into you – rope after rope of white painting your insides until you truly believed that you couldn’t fit any more.

Pressing his hand to your lower belly, you felt him shoot more of his load into your womb, breathing out a curse when it bulged under his palm from all the cum he was emptying into you, his swollen cock twitching between your walls as you milked every last drop out of him.

“San- wait, d-don’t- It’s gonna spill!” Your back arched, feeling so full of San you actually believed you were going to get pregnant.

San released a strangled groan into the crook of your neck when your cunt pulsed around him, licking over the bitemark he’d left there before pressing tender pecks over the wound. “Sannie’s cum isn’t going anywhere. I won’t let it,” he smiled against your heated skin, an innocent blush coating his cheeks, and he pressed his knot further inside you. "I gotta make sure I breed mommy properly.”

The following few hours were a pleasant ceremony of aftercare – you basked in the loving kisses San littered all over your face, your neck, your chest, anywhere he could reach, taking in the his soft giggles at your repetitions of I love you and good boy.

When his knot finally went down, he pulled out of your weeping cunt, his release flowing out of you in one stream. Before you could complain or feel embarrassed, San instantly began doting on you, carrying you to the bathroom and washing your hair, then cooked you dinner while dressed in the pink apron you had gifted him for his birthday.

You savoured these peaceful moments during San’s ruts – the calm before the storm. You rarely ever caught it in its early stages, when his head was clear enough to tend to you instead of solely focusing on himself. You didn’t mind, knowing he didn’t have much control over it, but still cherished when he would cater to your needs as well as his own.

You watched the hybrid’s chest rise and fall, his arms secured around your waist while he slumbered, his face resting peacefully. You knew he’d soon wake up hot and desperate again, but knowing that tranquillity resided within him even during his toughest ruts flooded your chest with searing warmth. Your body moved on its own, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the plush of his lips, smiling at how his mouth formed a pout when you pulled away. With fondness swarming through your body, and love nearly bursting through your chest, you allowed San’s steady breaths to lull you to sleep.

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Yandere Divus Crewel | Who's Your Daddy?

You weren’t inherently thrilled to hear through the grapevine that your mother had found a new lover. While you no longer feared the fantasy of the ‘evil partner’ you did fear the ‘here I am speech.’ With every new romantic partner each of them would catch you alone to either awkwardly declare their new mission to be your parent or that they were going to rob you of all your money; whatever was said though was shortly followed by them being dumped, reputation ruined, and a restraining order put in place. For as much as your mother got around you could never doubt her love for you. With every suitor she waited for them to slip up whether it was to you or to hired staff; she played no games. Keeping her suitors as nothing more than that to you and her staff claiming it would change if things got more serious. So you were more than surprised when you weren’t being greeted with an untitled partner.

“Meet your new step-father, Divus Crewel!”

What?! Step-father?! Already?!

You kept it cordial, briefly greeting him with a smile before hightailing it to your room. It won’t matter soon, anyway. You were moving out. Not because of your mother or this Cruel-dude but because you were tired of relying on other’s dime. All your life you’ve been gifted with a grand lifestyle that had you working early and living lavishly but coming into adulthood you realized the thing you really wanted was to work for you. All your life you’d played assistant CFO on top of school work, being a fake socialite, and business princess. It was all just too much. You had been saving preparing for this. You knew it wouldn't be easy but you also knew that that was what made it worth it in the end. You didn’t want to say anything until you were moved out in case your mother pulled some crazy stunt to keep you in place. Turns out that wasn’t the only one you had to worry about.

“Where are you going pup?”

Smoking on a pipe lounging in the velvet arm-chair your mother often perched herself in, Divus was looking up, accusatory, from his evening paper.

“Out.”

You didn’t elaborate because you didn’t need to. This is just some guy swinging by trying to flex his father-bone so he can get on your mom’s will. You left before there was any protest, leaving to finalize your lease and officially be free.

Half your stuff was moved and with your final moving driver on their way to your new home, you elected now would be the time to tell her. She would be resting by now possibly reading in her study. You opened the grand mahogany doors with a rising power, you were ready to fight for your right to work, your right for autonomy.

“Mom, you in here?”

It seemed so as her favorite plume was left on the desk and her shoes near the door. In her giant chair turned to look at the glass she had installed around it. She must have fallen asleep, you rationalize, comforted by the warm encasing rays of the sun. You walked to turn her around before waking her to find that she isn’t there.

Nothing is there.

It's then you realize that there is a draft coming in.

But this room has no windows, just the glass pane wrapped around the hull of the room.

There was a human sized hole in it.

Bloodied and messy you shakily move to lookpast the glass to ground below.

There she is.

Laying flat amongst the garden contrasting the green with her deathly crimson splatter.

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You were distraught. Devastated. That much was clear to anyone who saw you at the funeral. In the end you could not seem to let go of that golden crusted coffin clutching onto it like it was your life line. Even fellow nobility who typically would scoff at such displays of emotion couldn’t deny their own pity, as you were pried away by a fellow in black and white.

You couldn’t bring yourself to stop crying even as the ceremony ended and you were carted back to your mother’s estate. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave, plagued by guilt and longing. You couldn’t pull yourself together until it came time to settle affairs. Now you weren’t in any of this for the money but you knew you would hate yourself even more if you let what inkling of your mother was left die out because of your inactivity. Alas one thing you found you must have gotten from your mother was your workaholic behavior; by diving into technical matters you could free yourself of the pain (at least for a little while).

“As it stands all of your mother’s affairs as aforementioned in the newly written will state that all her effects belong to her legal husband: Divus Crewel.”

How could this happen? How in your pursuit of freedom had you allowed her to sign everything over to some guy she was sleeping with? AND MARRIED TOO! You knew your mother best and even when you were sure she was off her rocker she always had the sense to care for you first, second if it was about her dogs. He must have orchestrated it. It all made sense. How in the span of six months had this man taken your mother from you in every sense of the word before the final month was up. Simple. He killed her. But with no proof other than a motive you were left to depart back to your personally bought hovel where you had to live knowing your fight for freedom was what left you mother for dead and anyhting you could remember her by in the hands of a stranger.

“(Y/n), where are you going?”

The nerve. “If you must know I’m going home.” You cocked your head and opened your arms in emphasis as you walked away from him entering his security detail limousine. You were walking to take a bus or at the least you were trying as the limousine and surrounding security cars not-so-subtley followed. Stopping, you were near tears with frustration.

“What do you want from me?! Don’t you have everything you already want?!”

The tinted window rolled down to reveal Crewel wearing shades and a scowl of disagreement.

“Oh young pup, I don't have what I want at all.”

In lightning speed the door swung open and you were pulled into the lap of your step father. Being held in place by his steel grip on your jaw you sat on his lap like a confused child as he forcefully told the driver to, “Drive.”

He held you that way the whole ride adjusting you only when you ever seemed to shimmy off his lap from your struggling. Finally arriving home he switched tactics, pulling out a dalmationed patterned handkerchief and stuffing it in your mouth effectively gagging you. Before you had time to register to undo what he did he pulled out two collars locking your knees and wrists together.

Unable to move, Crewel had no trouble carrying you out of the vehicle through the mansion to what used to be your mother’s lonesome master bedroom. Now it was the bedroom version of Crewel’s whole aesthetic. Tossed on the bed, you were scared watching him remove his fur coat, call in his dalmations, and remove one of his gloves. Jerked to lay over his knees as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“Now (Y/n) I’m sure you’re…disappointed with your mother’s slip up but as my child I will not have you fraternizing with your delusions of freedom.”

You tried to scream and yell at him. Who was he to tell you anything! And Disappointed?! You wanted to sock him in that pretty face of his.

He seemed to get the sentiment squinting his eyes in a challenged haze before exposing your butt to the open air. You weren’t an idiot despite what online quizes would suggest you knew what this position meant to toddlers and people in ddlg fantasies. You did not want to be spanked! So when he raised his exposed hand you curled into him hoping he’d take your silent plea. He stopped as if hearing the constant begging you were doing mentally and insted let his hand prance around your lower back in warning.

“Despite your ‘secret’ plot for freedom succeeding I would have put a stop to it anyway seeing as it is what your mother wanted me to do in the first place.”

You made a questioning noise. What was he talking about?

“When she came to me with her worries about her adult child finally leaving I applauded her. Told her it was healthy and gave my full support but in another rant of hers I realized you had been working for her. All your time and childhood spent working away to please her, keep her afloat with a business you have no part in.

He played with your hair while he spoke. Softly rubbing your back as if he…cared?

“And in mild interest I proposed I step in as someone you could rely on to set boundaries of course mostly for her but nonetheless she took this as me wanting to…be in a relationship with her.”

He shivered with disgust making an icky feeling in your chest grow. It never is black and white is it.

“So we married in private claiming something about how ‘if I was this dedicated already surely I was ready for the real deal.’ I would have refused if I wasn’t already intrigued. You’d be surprised as to how much I can tell about you from camera footage and personal investigators.”

This time it was your turn to shudder but the present hold of a hand sitting on your head made you still.

“She had grand plans to get publicly married a month later but I realized that wouldn’t be needed. Just by your behavior I could tell all you wanted was rebellion, a break from the character you had been held to-” Ok maybe he understood you a lit- “like a child.” What.

“I see it in my students often, you just want to have time to play without the responsibility of an adult, without the neglectful bearing of your mother. So I made an executive decision to eliminate the one that made you feel that way. Don’t look at me like that. No matter how old you are, you're quite the child to me and as your guardian I elect that you will not be burdened by adulting for as long as I’m here.”

He laid you on the bed dawning his fur coat once again.

“My pup, it's my duty as your father to care for your every need, including discipline.” He flicked your nose for emphasis with a chuckle and flip of his wrist his dalmations attacked you with kisses before fleeing from the room.

“By the time I’m done dear we’ll have figured out how to even out that playtime and discipline.”

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By the time I was let out of that room again all my stuff I had previously moved out was moved into our shared room. Many other things had changed as well. The giant velvet chair that had been mother’s was now black and white accented by a blood red. The office your mother had was closed off under the pretense that all those that were eliminated for the sake of my ’childhood.’

Other things had changed as well.

Reaching for the door I could hear father’s steps and the clinking collars of his dalmations. I guessed he was sitting in his favorite chair blowing his pipe.

“Where are you going, pup?”

So much had changed.

You doubt she would recognize you.

“To the garden, father. I know not to leave the grounds where I’m safe.”

Divus Crewel smiled. “Good girl. Don’t forget your running shoes.”

“Yes, father.”

“And a kiss for Papa?”

You hesitated if only for a second before trotting over to give a peck to his pale cheek before scampering off to get your shoes.

“That’s my girl.”

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Upper Moon Four╝

Premise: Obsessive emotions can rut anyone away, appreciating love with fear, anger, joy, pleasure and sadness can overwhelm even the purest of hearts.

Word Count: 2638

Note: You can read the first installment of this story here, this was requested by the lovely @star-dust-wanderer, sorry it took so long for me to finish this! 🫣

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Fear is an incredibly powerful emotion.

It’s very much needed for survival, that is a fact, as it helps you keeping yourself safe and away from all dangers life can bring your way.

But when it comes to love and those sort of complicated feelings, fear can become your worst enemy.

While the rest of the clones had their fair share of excitement with this flower girl, Hantengu hasn’t stopped shaking since the moment you escaped.

Were you safe?

Were you able to escape from this awful series of unfortunate events?

Were you sad and alone waiting for someone to come and get you from a hidden cave in the woods?

Just why he kept thinking about all this was entirely a mystery for him. But he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even drink blood anymore. He was in physical pain from all this irrational fear to a point where Muzan told him to take a break, sort of…

“Get out of my sight, you useless creature…if I see you once more shivering in a corner today I swear I’ll crush your skull…”

His harsh words only made the grunting and shaking worse, if this wasn’t enough on it’s own he managed to anger his lordship. Why did his clones get him in this mess? Is not like he did willingly, he just absorbed them back, this never happened before, never their emotions were so high they would end up rubbing on him, this was a first and he didn’t know how to fix this.

“I need this to go away before Muzan-sama ends up eating us all…” quivering behind a rock he summoned them four, while all he could feel was fear, annoyance was as clear as water in his eyes.

“Fix this now!”

Sekido as usual was the first one to talk, “This is all your fault to begin with! YOU sent us her way, you agreed on taking this mission! And now you want US to fix it?” scoffing he just paced around said rock, “So easy of you to say…you never take on the dirty work…”

Karaku on the other hand was delighted with the news, “Do we know where she is? I can’t wait to see that gorgeous body of hers again…ahhhhh….my love….I hope she’s dying to meet me just the same way I am…” loud scoffs was all that could be heard in the background, presumably coming from Sekido.

“I just hope she’s still alive…poor girl…she didn’t do anything wrong and she’s so nice…so kind…” Aizetsu kept sighing from his place underneath a tall tree.

“She’s fine, I’m sure. I’ve never seen a stronger woman before. She even likes Sekido!” Urogi was circling them all from above, happily flying with excitement.

“I don’t know where the woman is, just go find her. Don’t come back until you get rid of her!”

“WHAT?” the four of them said in unison, dumbfounded by their counterpart’s instructions.

“I can’t keep living like this, you need to make sure this stops right now. I need her out of our life!”

“I don’t think getting rid of her would fix this problem…if any…my own emotions will drown you further…” Aizetsu rarely has any valuable input in a problem, being driven by sadness isn’t the solution to any problem, but this sounded about right.

“Sekido will consume you from the inside too…”

“Ugh…We won’t kill her…but I’ll think of a way of fixing the problem.” without acknowledging their higher self, they followed their self imposed leader, at least he didn’t want you dead.

“Aizetsu, can you track her scent?”

Pulling a little piece of cloth from his pocket, he sniffs it like a pup. “You had a piece of her kimono with you all this time? You disgust me…”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous because he doesn’t have one himself.”

“She’s in that direction…” he pointed south, the familiar scent he’s been craving so much filling his lungs causing a few tears to roll down his face.

“Urogi…”

“Yes sir!” flying as fast as he could through the vast forest, an immense amount of excitement filled his chest. While he’s the most calm of the bunch, just thinking of being able to see you once more was enough to make him forget about how hungry he was.

The night was dark, the moon kept hidden by pesky water filled clouds. Of course nothing that would stop Urogi from finding his prize, yet a bit troublesome to say the least. Storm winds kept pushing him on the opposite direction, washing away the soft floral scent he got to love so much.

“(Y/N)!! (Y/N) baby can you hear me? It’s Urogi! (Y/N)??? C’mon love stop hiding!” he screamed at the top of his lungs while flying low. He knew you were there somewhere, he could literally feel it, yet you were nowhere to be seen.

A little branch cracking caught his attention, his eyes glowing brightly in the darkness as the figure he’s been dying to see again finally reveals in front of him.

“Urogi-san? Is it really you?” unlike him, you couldn’t see in the dark, yet the powerful sound of his wings was a memory you treasured dearly and would recognize anywhere.

“(Y/N)!!!” a loud thud could be heard as your body hit the ground, a very heavy mass of muscle and wings crushing you and smothering you with kisses.

“Urogi-san! I thought I’d never see you again! Why are you here?”

“We were a bit restless thinking of what became of you. Are you hurt? Have you been eating?”

Giving him that lovely smile of yours, you just shook your head. “I’m not hurt, all thanks to you all. Aizetsu-san made sure I got to escape safely. Are you four ok?”

“We’re fine just worried about cha. Let’s go find the others, shall we?” he didn’t really gave you time to answer, scooping you in his strong arms and giving you forehead a soft loving kiss while he crossed the forest once more, with you in his arms the storm winds were nothing to him, pure joy elated his heart and that was more he could ever wish for.

Once he managed to get back to others, he put you down puffing his chest proudly, “Found her~”

“Sekido-san!!!” you tackled the demon, wrapping him in a warm embrace, while the others knew you were quite fond of him, they never expected to see such a thing.

“Are you ok? You’re such a dumb woman, I’m sure you’re hurt everywhere, aren’t you? Show me your injuries, you idiotic pest!”

His angry outburst made you giggle, even if he was angry he was worried about you, that much was clear. “I’m fine. Don’t worry, I’m tough, remember?”

Scoffing he stopped resisting your snuggling, “Yeah right, like a useless human could do anything on their own…”

“I wasn’t on my own though…Aizetsu-san helped me get out of there unscratched.” reaching a hand over to Aizetsu, you pulled him into the warm mess of tangled limbs you called hug.

“I missed you…” the sadness in his voice was palpable, while the other three missed you as well, they were incapable of showing it the way he could.

“I missed you too. Did you manage to escape alright too?” you cupped his cheek, tenderly caressing it with your thumb, while he couldn’t smile, his eyes watered with intensity from your soft loving touch, nobody had ever shown such tenderness to him, he was a demon, undeserving of such delicacy.

“Yeah…we are all fine. Better now that you’re here…”

Karaku was enjoying the show from up a tree branch, drinking some sake while admiring your beauty from afar, “We need to get you back to safety, sweetheart. Otherwise our emotions won’t be at peace. Though, I still want to strip you naked and drink from your-“

“Shut your mouth if you ever want to use it again.”

Sekido’s outburst made you giggle once more and snuggle further onto him. “Are we going back to the cottage? Or is it still not safe?”

“The cottage should be fine, right boss?”

“Yeah the demon corps left the area a while back, even if they did a human living there on her own wouldn’t be suspicious.”

“As long as we aren’t there, that is. We would only bring her troubles…” Aizetsu sighed heavily, sinking further into your embrace as if trying to engrave this moment in his memory for eternity. The warmth of your body, your little squeezes, the soft touch of your loving kisses…in all honesty he wished he could enjoy those all his life.

But there was no way he could.

“Let’s go, gorgeous. I’ll carry you in my arms so you don’t have to walk.” flying with Urogi was quite thrilling, though it was also pretty fast to arrive to wherever the aim was and that was something you didn’t want right now. “As much as I enjoy that, I think I would like to walk with all of you, if you don’t mind.”

They were all as surprised as the other by your response. It almost sounded like you wanted to spend time with them. But that couldn’t be true, they were your captors, they literally kidnapped you and forbid you to return to your home town, not even to retrieve the corpses of your departed family.

Aizetsu held one of your hands in his, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb, “Let’s go.”

Taking the lead was never reserved for Aizetsu, he lacked assertiveness, but even sadness can be useful when it comes to real love.

He had the most intense feelings out of the rest, while some might think Sekido was the obvious answer, sadness is more powerful than anger, it tears you apart from within, it makes you take stupid decisions, clouds your view of every possible positive outcome. But it also clings to the beautiful feeling of love, craves it like no other as it soothes their lonely heart.

Aizetsu was the one who triggered such anxiety in Hantengu, he was the sole reason for his constant breakdowns.

While the other three contributed to this, Aizetsu kept flooding his mind with insanity.

The moment you smiled at him and held his hand back, his heart just couldn’t take it anymore, sobbing, he kept on walking north, he needed to bring you back to safety, back to a place he could always find you at.

“Oi Sekido…If we bring her to the cottage…does that mean we can just visit her whenever we want?”

“Ugh…I guess…but try to suppress your joy or he will notice…”

Urogi danced in the gloomy night sky, even if Aizetsu had the best interaction with you this time around, there was always a chance to see you again, he could come and smother you with kisses whenever he wanted, he could just stop feeling like he was drowning. Being happy all the time can be as exhausting as being sad or angry, it makes you question your own choices, your own words, your own truthfulness, yet with you around he never had to question anything, he could utterly enjoy his joyful self, making you giggle, causing you to smile, being a source of happiness to you was more than enough for him.

Sekido on the other hand, had his mind filled with uncertainty.

While he knew you being safe would bring order to his messy thoughts, he also knew it was very unlike him to enjoy your company, your touch, your smile. He was in rage with his own self, he wanted to kick himself real bad, rip his own head off, he couldn’t fathom anger itself could bring something like love to bloom.

What angered him most was the fact that you didn’t mind any of this. You were surrounded by demons, demons that could eat you alive at any point in time, you were facing Karaku who could ravish you to pieces, and all you did was giggle like a fair maiden, blush at their words, cuddle them like they were a bunch of puppies. You’d end up dead at this rate…if you accepted them just fine, you could accept any other demon, they would not think twice and dismember you like a chicken for supper, drink your delicious blood like nectar from the gods.

“Woman. You can’t let anyone enter the cottage but us, you hear me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You…your scent…calls creatures like us…they won’t be as generous…”

“Ah….yes…anyone would party in that beautiful body of yours, my muse…I would if Sekido wasn’t as noisy…” the scowl in Sekido’s face was almost comical, yet he was absolutely right and that was a terrifyingly infuriating thought.

“Got it. Will you guys bring food to me then? If I can’t go out?”

“You can go out, dumbass. Just not at night.”

“Oh…that makes things easier, yes. But you will come and visit me, right?” the pleading look in your eyes made him feel somewhat light headed, an unusual sensation at that.

“Yeah yeah…”

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The cottage was still the same way you left it, remains of the rope that held you captive, charred coal from Karaku’s bonfire…Urogi’s scratches on the floor, it held so many dear memories, even if they were fleeting, they were all very much treasured memories of yours.

They were hard at work reinforcing the door and windows, setting traps around the cottage, making sure no demon would dare to touch their prey.

Aizetsu though, couldn’t bare being away from you and was currently laying his head on your lap while you caressed his long fluffy hair.

While he was still sad about leaving you here on your own, he knew there was noting he could do, he couldn’t stay here to protect you, though he could come at any time, see your face, have your soft soothing touch all to himself.

“Aizetsu-san…I wanted to thank you…” your voice was nothing but a whisper, yet he could hear all of it and it made his stomach drop with anticipation.

“You were always so kind to me, from the start. Gave me a sense of safety I never felt before…” your words turned to silence yet your loving touch said more than your words, he could feel how much you cared for him, for the others, how you accepted them even knowing what they truly were, a sense of belonging bloomed in his chest the same way it did on the others.

“I’ll come visit when I can…will you…will you caress my hair like this when I do?”

“Of course, sweet stuff. As much as you want…”

Unbeknownst to you both, the other three were watching the entire interaction.

They were connected after all, they were one.

That sense of belonging bloomed in all of them at once, and not an ounce of jealousy could be felt within any of them, not even Sekido.

This is where they belonged.

Not by Muzan’s side, not fighting demon hunters, but in your arms.

A realization that was not only worrying but wholesome, as much as troubling.

Demons can’t fall in love, can they?

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Paw Patrol Appreciation Week 2024

Monday - The Beginning

For my very first Paw Patrol Week, I'm picking my good boy who looks like me in every way, Rocky!

To go along with this art, I made some sort of drabble which is divided in five parts (I swear it's a coincidence with Rocky's vehicle number, I didn't plan on that XD). I'll put it under the cut because it's kinda long ahsushshshshs

Anyway I hope you like it!!

As soon as she got there and placed the bag down, five small pups perked up and came out of the shadows inside the shelter. The first one was mostly light gray in color, with nearly white paws and tail tip, sniffing the air, while the others waited just behind.

The Beginning

Lightning flashed the night sky in the town. A dark gray stray dog ran through a couple streets under the rainstorm, bringing a plastic bag in her mouth. She entered a darker alley between an old restaurant and a residential building, going to the far end of it and depositing the bag on the floor, in front of an improvised shelter made of bricks, pieces of broken furniture and some cardboard and wood planks.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, dear.” The dog smiled. “I’m sorry your mommy’s smelling funny now. Had to go look for food somewhere else. Did you take care of your siblings while I was out, like I asked?”

“I did!” The gray pup puffed up his chest, proud. “No one got lost today.”

Another lightning strike, followed by a powerful thunder roar. The pup rushed back into their shelter, terrified. “Make the rain stop!”

The other pups glanced incredulously at him. “It’s just water.”

“I don’t wanna die like…” The gray pup shut up. He didn’t wanna die like their white and brown sibling, drowning during a flood just a few days ago.

“Shh… It’s okay.” Their mom went inside and laid down, beckoning them all closer to her. “We’re safe here. You built us a very good dog house in a higher place exactly for this reason, remember? Always remember this, my dear. We’re in a no flood zone now. The water won’t reach us here.”

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“Hey mom! Look what I found!”

The gray pup came running across the park to meet his mom, who was lying down under one of the trees. The other pups were playing around. She looked up, curious.

“What do you have there?”

“I found this funny rock while hiding in the hide and seek game. It has a lock in it and looks like a ball! Can I keep it?”

The mother took a closer look at the rock and smiled. “Oh, it’s a geode!”

“Ah what?”

“A geode. It’s a very cool kind of treasure, here, let me show you.” She investigated the lock more closely, frowning. “Hmm, it’s really closed. Do you think you can find a way to open this lock?”

“Sure!” The gray pup grinned and ran away. “I’ll be back soon!”

A few minutes later, he was back holding an old worn out screwdriver in his mouth. With a determined look, he picked at the lock with it until they heard a clicking sound and the geode opened in half.

That was the most beautiful thing the pup had ever seen! Inside the rock, there were so many green crystals, shining in the sunlight.

“Sometimes, nature plays pranks on us.” His mom chuckled. “Just like this. If anyone would look, they’d just see a round rock. But inside, it’s hiding a cool shiny treasure.”

“Like how people look at you and think you’re just a stray dog but have no idea you’re the best mom ever?” He grinned, earning a laugh from her.

“Or maybe like you, who is actually so much smarter and more intelligent than most dogs I’ve ever known, and you’re not even six months old yet.”

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“Pups, we need to go.”

They found it weird. Their mother seemed scared. What could be bad enough to make her scared?

The gray pup stepped up ahead of the others. “What’s happening?”

“I heard the restaurant owner talking on the phone just a minute ago. He’s calling animal control. Quick, we need to get away from here now!”

“What’s animal control?” A black and white pup asked, confused.

“It’s a car with bad people. They capture dogs and other animals on the streets, and take them away. No one ever escaped after being captured. We never saw anyone coming back alive.”

That made all five pups share a startled glance. The gray pup jumped out of the shelter and turned to the others. “Come on! We already lost our sister, we can’t let them take us now too!”

All pups and their mother were about to leave from their alley, when a van stopped just in front of them and two men stepped out, staring at them.

“I think these are the dogs we gotta catch today?” One asked, picking up a long stick with a lasso on one end of it.

“Mostly pups. This will be easy.” The other replied, holding up a net. “You catch the mother, I’ll get the pups.”

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It had been five days and the gray pup was almost giving up. After being the only one to narrowly escape capture, he had run until he was out of the town, hiding in the woods. Without trash bins or dumpsters around, he had no idea where to look for food…

He kept walking until he found a dirt road.

“Maybe this will take me to another town.” He considered. “I can find food there…”

Now he was so weak already, and there was still no sign of another town anywhere near! Sometimes he had to get out of the road to not get hit by eventual cars driving by. More than twice he had to hide from hungry eagles or bears. He couldn’t continue like this…

The sun was so strong. He stopped walking and sat down on the dry grass beside the road. Looking up, he thought he saw something in the distance… Maybe another town? He couldn’t be sure, his vision was so distorted now. With a heavy sigh, he collapsed to the ground and closed his eyes. That was it…?

The last thing he heard was the noise of yet another vehicle passing by… But this one stopped.

He heard a dog barking.

And then, nothing.

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The first thing he felt was… Cold.

No, not really. He wasn’t cold. He felt… Refreshed…? How was that possible?

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

He was lying on some kind of… Cooling mat? Daring to lift his head, he looked around.

He seemed to be in a big room. The walls were decorated with silhouettes of pups, bones and paw prints. Some colorful big pillows and beanbags were scattered on the floor. Just in front of him, there was a bowl filled with–

“Water!” He rasped as he hurried to crawl over and just dive his snout in the bowl, drinking it like there was no tomorrow. So fresh and clean, much unlike the rain puddles from where he last drank the day before! They tasted so bad and were so hot under the sun…

“Oh, you’re awake!”

This other voice startled the pup and he sat up, looking to the direction it came from.

Another pup approached, coming through the front door. He had brown fur, with light caramel colored face, underbelly and paws. This pup was soon followed by two others, one was white with a few black spots and the other was entirely cream colored and smaller than the first two.

The gray pup felt scared. What if it was their home and he wasn’t supposed to be here…?

The brown pup stopped his approach, keeping a bit of a distance from him. The other two watched curiously from both his sides, as he spoke again with a smile.

“You don’t need to be afraid! We’re not gonna hurt you. This water is for you, we figured you’d be thirsty when you would wake up.”

“... Where am I?”

“You’re in the Lookout tower of the Paw Patrol!” The spotted pup spoke now too, wagging his tail. “It’s our home! Isn’t it cool?”

“I was running an errand with Ryder, our owner, when we found you by the roadside.” The brown pup explained. “You passed out and seemed very weak. How are you feeling now?”

“... A bit better.” The gray pup eyed the water bowl. “Is it really for me…?”

“Yes. There’s more if you want.”

“Are you hungry too?” The spotted pup asked him, but didn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll get some snacks!”

They watched as the pup rushed to a food dispenser on the far opposite side of the room and pressed a button, making the food come out in another bowl. Then he pushed this bowl with dog food and placed it next to the water one, with a big smile. The gray pup looked up at them with relief and tried the food.

It tasted… So good?? He avidly went down on it, earning a chuckle from the spotted pup, who now backed away to give him space and sat down beside the brown pup again.

“My name is Chase.” The brown pup spoke again. “These are Marshall and Skye. What’s your name?”

“Name…?” The pup paused eating, thoughtful.

It just occurred to him that he didn’t have a name. Coming to think of it, he never knew his mother’s name either, only ever calling her “mom”, “mommy”, and so on.

But he couldn’t leave them hanging. A name…

Then he remembered something.

That special rock with green crystals he had found. He liked it so much. It was one of the things he missed the most after having to run away from his hometown, aside from his family.

“... My name is… Rocky.”

#PawPatrolWeek24 #WHY YES I ACTUALLY SPENT SOME BRAINCELLS HERE #Paw Patrol #Patrulha Canina #Rocky #Paw Patrol Rocky #Paw Patrol Headcanons #Paw Patrol Fanart

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Loved it! How about an Alicent and Daemon smut but more on humiliation and Alicent’s first experience with pleasure. Thanks!

“It is no wonder you are so uptight..” The rogue Prince whispered into the darkness; the soft lights of the candles flickering. The shaking body sat on top of him; sat on top of his fat, throbbing cock that was so much bigger than the King who just so happened to be her husband. Alicent’s shaking hands rested on his broad, muscled chest.

Gods, she had once dreamt about such things and from the look on the rogue Prince’s face - he knew that too. “Even with the pups you have given him, you are still so tight.” Daemon grunted and the pois woman on top of him blushed in shame. A shade he enjoyed seeing on her a little too much for her sake, he thought.

Oh, he was going to have so much fun. A rise of his hips had Alicent whining some more; her sweet, creamy pussy clamping down. She had already squirted around his cock when he bottomed and he had taunted her for it. “Oh, if only your father could see you now.” Alicent gasped; her mind flashing with such thoughts.

Daemon groaned; head falling back on the pillows as his bright locks became like a halo around his head now. His hand came down on her arse; the smack echoing in his royal chambers as she slowly resumed her bouncing. Good, he thought. She should work for this pleasure. He wondered if he could make her so addicted to him that she would come back begging for more.

His fat cock throbbed against her silky walls at the mere thought. Those sweet looking breasts of hers bounced in his face. “Gods, you are no better than those whores.” Daemon taunted her some more as the obscene, wet noises from her tight pussy echoed. The shame flooded Alicent with ease as she fought to remember how she came to be in such a position.

Both of his hands were soon on her arse, bringing her impossibly closer whilst still making the pretty, little Queen do all the work. A ring of cream formed around his thick length as he watched the erotic sight in front of him. Alicent’s face prettily screwed up in pleasure as her hands reached for the wooden headboard behind Daemon.

He took full advantage of her soft, sweet breasts pushing in his face. Shivers ran down her spine as he sucked on her pink nipples; his tongue lapping as his free hand groped at her bouncing arse. Alicent’s brown, doe eyes glazed over as she began to drool. Her mind softened with ease as his fat, mushroom head bullied the sweet soft spot that only this morning she didn't know existed.

“I wonder if the next welp you have will be mine.” Daemon purred; eyes locking on hers as his hand slowly moved up her body. Alicent could only shake. His words and thrusts that only quickened were easily pushing her towards the edge. “Poor thing…” He hummed and before she knew it; two of his thicker fingers were in her hot mouth.

He pushed down on her tongue as she drooled. It was not long before she was gagging around him. “I imagine my brother has never heard such sounds.” Alicent whimpered; moaning around his fingers as she locked eyes with him once more. A sharp gasp escaped her when his hand came down on her sweet, sensitive clit.

“No..please ... .I” Alicent whined around him as Daemon only continued. His thrusts quickened now as he took complete control. His tapping of her clit became harsher before he captured her sweet clit between two knuckles. His nails moved over her sensitive spot and her orgasm was soon crashing into her, pushing her over the edge.

His stomach was once again soaked in her juices as he darkly chuckled. “Shh, such a good whore.” Daemon purred; his fingers moving from her mouth but before Alicent could speak; the rogue Prince flipped her over. Her legs nearly over her head as he pushed that much deeper. “Ah! Oh gods…” “Your Gods won’t help you now.”

His hands groped at her breasts some more; teasing those perky nipples as Alicent only whined beneath him. Those big eyes of hers welled up as he snapped his hips. The sounds of their bodies slapping against each other echoed once more. His free hand moved to the headboard Alicent had once reached for.

The sheets beneath him were soaked as his own stomach was tightening in anticipation. Her sweet hand rested on his chest as she stared wide eyed. There were no thoughts behind them, Daemon knew that and it only had his smirk widening some more. “You want to continue this, hmm?” The rogue Prince purred to her.

Alicent could only whimper as his larger hand slowly moved to her stomach and pressed down on the bulge. “It’s ..it’s too much..” The young Queen cried out; those doe eyes of hers welling up with tears now. Daemon only ignored her; his thrusts quickening as his fat cock pushed deeper. His body was nearly resting on her.

Daemon stared down at her sweet, creamy pussy spreading apart to take him. A soft gasp escaped her as his spit fell; falling on her clit as he did it again. “No…no..” Alicent whined; her body thrashing like a woman possessed as his free hand moved to her pussy once more. He roughly began to rub at her clit and made her clamp down on his thrusting, fat cock.

“Fuck, that’s it…oh, you want this…” Daemon hummed as she lost herself in the pleasure once more. Beads of sweat moved over her soft skin as he used her body. The rogue Prince groaned as his cock buried deeper. His length twitching as his own release was close to taking over now. “No..not inside.” Alicent so sweetly begged and he could only laugh down at her.

“Oh…sweet girl…that was never your choice.” He purred and those eyes of hers widened even more as his cum flooded her. His hips snapped some more as he grunted; pushing deep to release before slowly moving out of her. His still leaking head slapped against her clit before he reached for her head and pushed her down.

Her gagging noises only had his cock throbbing in her hot mouth some more. “Yes..that’s it…good girl..” The praises had Alicent whining against him, drooling down his length as his hand returned to harshly rub against her clit. Her body shook with each stroke as he rocked his hips; fucking her mouth as the cum dribbled down.

Alicent hummed; her soft, sweet tongue moving over his slit before he moved her head up and down his length and kept her there. “Can’t have someone walking in, hmm?” Daemon taunted some more as his rubbing pushed her over the edge. She squirted with ease; soaking his fingers as she gagged around his cock.

“I bet your guard dog wants you like this..” Daemon whispered before three of his thick fingers pushed inside her creamy pussy. “Can’t have this falling out, can we?” He purred, pushing his cum deeper whilst she stared up at him. Alicent was at a loss for words as her eyes rolled back once more. Gods, she felt so light headed.

His fat length pressed against her tongue making her drool some more as his palm hit against her clit again and again. The wet, obscene sounds making their presence known as her toes curled. She had never known such pleasure and now all she wanted was to feel it again. It was as if the rogue Prince heard her thoughts as he smirked.

“We are going to have so much fun together.” He leaned in; pushing his cock down her throat as he without mercy bullied her soft spot that had her rushing towards the edge once more. The pain and pleasure of being overstimulated caused her body to arch and convulse. Daemon could only watch in enjoyment.

#daemon targaryen x alicent hightower #request #hotd smut #hotd fanfic

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explorevenus · 10 months

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how would yan!leon react if his darling was angry at him (rightfully so) and pulled a silent treatment on his ass like he did to her when she tried to run away? would he be fazed? see it as a challenge, be scared he messed up and set her back? 👀

honestly at first i think he’d be a little amused by it because he’s so confident she won’t last long. he knows his touch starved little darling couldn’t possibly resist him forever, so he entertains it for the day and figures she’ll be over it in the morning.

when morning comes and darling is still ignoring him, that’s when he starts to get irritated. he starts saying and doing things he hopes will get a reaction out of her, good or bad; “you know, princess, the longer you keep this up, the more i’m starting to lose my patience with you. you’re only hurting yourself here.” “you think you’re so smart, throwing your little tantrum like a spoiled brat. if you don’t get a grip right now, i’m gonna have to punish you.” “i can make it all up to you if you just give in to me, pup… make you feel so good, make you squirm and blush and cum until you can’t think anymore… wouldn’t you like that, little one? want daddy to make you feel good?”

when that doesn’t work he gives her the silent treatment back tenfold in a last ditch effort to break her. he operates as though darling literally doesn’t exist and that includes neglecting the things he usually does to take care of her, like bringing her food and water.

if that doesn’t work either, he’d snap. he’d put darling over his knee and spank her for as long as it takes for her to break her silence, even if she’s bright red and bruising. he won’t stop and he’ll taunt her the entire time until she finally begs him to stop.

once she’s sobbing and shaking and clinging to him for comfort, he rubs her back and smirks into her hair, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

#goddess on the mountain top #yandere!leon kennedy #something permanent

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skywarpie · 1 year

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Ratti

hey remember when i talked about that rat bringing its owner its babies and how copia would love that? yea well here’s the fic to accompany it; additional dad Copia for your enjoyment.

AO3 link 881 Words.

Copia hums under his breath as he readjusts the tiny bundle that’s nestled in his arms. He’s never really had much experience when it comes to babies. Granted he always seems to have the magic touch, something that the mothers of the ministry see fit to exploit when their babies won’t stop crying. Once in his arms they always seem to settle and Copia assumes that’s probably a good thing because it’s at least given him a little practice with tiny humans. Not that he minds, there’s always something comforting about holding a baby, at least to him. That and he’s always a little sad to see them go when their parents deem it suitable to reclaim them.

This one is different though. This baby is his and he never has to put her down (even though his Prime Mover insists that the infant doesn’t need to be held at every waking moment, Copia digresses).

Truthfully speaking, being a father isn’t something that Copia ever thought was in his cards. Every time he’s seemed to get ahead in his life, something has come around to knock him back down three notches. It only made sense that he’d probably never have a family of his own. Good things were rare and in between for him.

It seemed his luck had changed for the better though once he was elevated to Papa. Not that he was complaining. In his opinion, Copia could care less about the title as long as he got to keep his tiny family.

The bundle in his arms shifts and lets out a soft coo as she scratches her tiny face.

“Ah, la mia bambina!” His voice is soft but it’s easy to hear the ever growing panic in Copia’s voice. He nudges the pink blanket away from the baby’s face, gently grabbing her tiny hand before she can scratch her face by accident. His Prime Mover says he’s more anxious than them, which theoretically isn’t wrong. The whole first week the baby had been in the world, he’d diligently sat closely, listening to her breathing to ensure it was normal and there were no hiccups. A bit of overkill probably, but he couldn’t help it. Copia has spent a lifetime having things he’s loved or enjoyed ripped from him.

The baby grunts her frustration but settles back down with a yawn, causing a large goofy smile to stretch across Copia’s face.

There’s a light scratching sound that catches his attention, his eyes raising to look off to the corner of his desk. A tiny fawn rat comes scurrying up the side of his work station, trotting all the way over. The rat stops once it’s in front of him and it drops the tiny blob that it’s been carrying. The rat looks up to him expectantly, its tiny eyes blinking rapidly.

“Tagliatelle!” Copia does his best to keep his voice low. “Where have you been, ragazza matta?” He smiles, his eyes catching on the tiny bundle moving on his desk. An even wider grin paints his face, it stretches all the way to his eyes, signifying his joy. “La ragazza disubbidiente.” Copia scoops the baby rodent up from his desk top, holding it like it’s made of fine glass. “I guess this answers my question, eh?”

As if in response the rodent takes off, only to return a few seconds later with another baby, then another, and another. She repeats this until there are a total of eight rat pups situated on Copia’s desk. “I suppose congratulazioni are in order.” He laughs, delighted.

Tagliatelle makes a fuss of moving her tiny babies when they start to get too far away from her, going so far as to pluck one by its middle section and place it back in her reach.

“Oh!” It’s as if the thought has just dawned on him. “If we are showing off babies, it is only fair I share mine with you, eh?” Carefully he maneuvers his arms until the baby’s face is in clear view of the rat.

The rodent scurries over, her nose twitching as she sniffs at the tiny face wrapped in blankets. Her whiskers tickle the small face, resulting in a delighted coo and grin.

Copia’s eyebrows raise high enough that they could reach his hairline. “She likes you!” It’s a bit louder than he wanted it to be. The infant in his arms letting him know with a frustrated cry. A sorry expression settles on his face as he looks back to the rat. “She likes you.” He whispers it this time, as if the rodent didn’t just hear his delighted outburst.

Tagliatelle spends a moment more smelling along the baby's face before she turns and makes her way back to her own babies. She snatches one by the scruff as it gets too close to the edge and drags it back to the pile to be with its siblings.

The goofy smile he’s been wearing still rests on Copia’s face. As if he already couldn’t love his child any more, her reaction, though most would chalk up to being a baby's reflexes, to his rodent makes his heart swell even more. Yes, he has spent a lifetime losing things he holds dear, but this time will be different.

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Tagliatelle - Noodles ragazza matta - Crazy girl La ragazza disubbidiente - Naughty girl congratulazioni - congratulations

#the band ghost #okay to reblog i guess #i have no excuse for this #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #skywarpie writes #i need a dad copia tag huh #he just loves his baby and his rats a lot okay #this is very much self indulgent #dont @ me

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Flame of Autumn - Chapter 1

Ch. 2/25 Also on Ao3!

TW for very light mentions of abuse.

Eris

Eris shot up from sleep, legs tangled in the sheets and body covered in sweat.

It had been decades since he’d had that dream about the day in the woods. His fingers went to his side and immediately found the scar over his ribs, light and silvery, now centuries old, but still there. He’d stood between his father and mother that day, and he’d paid for it. It hadn’t been the first time, and it surely hadn’t been the last. Eris was much older now, but the scars remained, even as new ones regularly cropped up.

He looked at the clock and ran a hand over his face, still bleary from an unrestful sleep. He had to meet with Beron shortly. It was an “urgent meeting” per the message he’d received the night before, and that was never something that Eris looked forward to. Emergency meetings with his father almost always ended in the bloodshed of someone, and Eris liked to stay a step ahead to ensure it wasn’t himself.

He stumbled out of bed, navigated through his tangle of smoke hounds snoring on the floor of his rooms, and entered the bathroom. He tried to bring some life into his features by splashing his face with cold water and pushing his hair off his forehead, but only a glamour would hide the awful purple bags under his eyes.

He didn’t sleep much anymore, even on a good day. The constant need to be looking over his shoulder was wearing him thin. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sustain this, going back and forth with the Night Court, always living in fear of Beron finding out. It had been years now, and no moves had been made. He worried that they may never be. He pulled on a tunic and vest in a dark maroon with gold edging, hoping wryly this would hide any blood that might befall his person at the meeting. It was better to go in expecting than to be caught unaware.

Eris sat on the worn leather couch in front of his now-cold hearth and laced his boots.

This all will mean something one day. These days will be a distant memory, and Beron will be gone.

He told himself this at least five times a day–a reassurance, a security blanket. Outside the window, the gray day highlighted the blinding foliage that was ever-present in Autumn.

A wet nose nuzzled its way into his hand and onto his knee.

“Hello, girl. It won’t always be this way, you know.” The hound, Hestia, tilted her head and closed her eyes, as if she understood. Eris supposed, in a way, she did. He and his smokehounds functioned as a single unit, a pack of their own. He’d raised them all from pups, and they answered only to him. He swore sometimes he could hear their voices speak to him, and that they understood his words, too. He patted Hestia on the head again, and threw a bit of flame into the hearth, where she went to lay back down. “Wish me luck,” he murmured to them as he cast the glamour to cover his eyes and closed his doors behind him, securing and checking the wards he’d placed on them centuries before as he did each time he left.

Living in Autumn was a constant fight, whether or not one was aware of it happening. To survive in Autumn meant you had to eternally be strategically ahead, thinking in possibilities that may never come to pass. Eris prided himself on his ability to strategize, to see hundreds of possible outcomes and manipulate every aspect that he possibly could in order to protect himself and his future. He hated Beron more than he thought any child should be physically able to hate their own parent, but he had to admit he was his child.

Eris walked through the quiet halls of the Forest House, a mask of cool complacency with a whisper of a sneer graced his face. He’d perfected the mask eons ago, learning from childhood that as the heir apparent, he was safer to act above it all.

No weakness, no consequences.

Servants and staff skittered out of the way when they heard anyone coming, so it was usually a quiet trip, save for his personal guard waiting by the throne room. Cormac greeted him as he came to the doors.

“Eris.”

“Cormac. Any idea what this is about?” Eris raised an eyebrow, and Cormac’s lips tipped up in a slight smile.

“Unfortunately, the gossip hasn’t reached us yet. Good luck, though.” Eris straightened his overcoat a final time, then stepped through the heavy wooden doors.

Eris hated this room. The architecture and decor in itself was beautiful, breath-taking even, but the hundreds of years of memories in this chamber of torture had forever marred any joy he might find here. He walked purposefully up to the dais, his carefully placed persona never faltering, and dropped into a bow before his sire.

“Father.”

“Rise.” Beron said, a tone of bored indifference allowing Eris to calculate that the meeting was not of the urgent sort. He quietly released a breath he had been holding.

Eris used his years of expertise to school his face into casual boredom, as well. It was that practice alone that allowed him to not react to the presence of his mother at Beron’s side. In fact, Killian, Bray, and Callum were there too, standing at attention beside the walls.

Fuck.

A million thoughts spun through his head.

Was Beron’s bored tone an act? Was he about to die? How could he have possibly found out about the Night Court when absolutely no one knew?

He steadied his heart and forced it to beat with a rhythm of normalcy. When he was sure he could speak with the rational calm he always did, he looked to Beron.

“What can I assist with, father?” A cruel smile lit up Beron’s face.

“My son, my firstborn, my heir.” Every hair on Eris’ neck and arms stood at attention. He forced himself to remain flippant. “It seems we’ve been overlooking you.”

Don’t react. Don’t look around. Indifference. No weakness. No consequences.

“I don’t feel overlooked, father.”

“Silence. Hold your tongue. I have been…remiss in my dealings with you, son. But it’s time I remedy that oversight.”

Here it comes.

“You are to be wed. In a week’s time.” The relief that Eris felt was almost immediately overtaken by a wave of nausea.

“Pardon?”

“Don’t play coy, Eris. It doesn’t suit you. She’s a female from a noble family near the Winter border. Though she herself has no powers, they assure me that they travel through the bloodline and she can provide you with a brood of powerful heirs.” Eris was going to be sick. “It’s time to stop wasting my time and start forming alliances for us–forming power for the future of this court.”

Eris might have preferred being strung up for treason.

He willed every cell of his body to remain cold and aloof. “Yes, father. Is there anything else?”

Beron grunted, clearly pleased with Eris’ complacency. Pleased he’d beaten the submission into him–into all of them–over the years. “She will arrive in a week’s time. The wedding is being planned as we speak.” Eris knew better than to ask any more about it. He would likely know nothing else about her until after the fact past her family name and bloodline magic; Beron likely hadn’t even bothered to inquire further.

“Yes, father.” He bowed stiffly.

“You’re dismissed.” Eris looked up and caught his mother’s eyes as he made to leave. They mirrored the fear he felt in his heart. He did his best to steady his breath as he turned on his heel to leave the hall, back to his rooms where he could take a minute to breathe and think through how he could strategize this. In the grand scheme of things, it was absolutely not the worst case scenario, so why did it feel that way? This wasn’t something where he could stay five steps ahead. Beron had gotten the jump on him, and now Eris was left dangling over the vast chasm of uncertainty without a plan.

He had to calm his racing thoughts–had to figure out how he might approach this.

A wife. Children will be expected.

The second his doors shut and his wards were up behind him he let his facade collapse and rubbed a hand frantically over his eyes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Being responsible for only himself was something he’d overcome centuries before. The torture was just that, but he’d been numb to it for some time. A means to an end, he knew. But a wife? Children? Beron would use them as a bargaining chip for him–another shackle to keep him in line.

He threw up a sound shield and smashed a side table to pieces. He hadn’t let himself feel such rage and emotion in some time. He straightened, sniffing once, quickly swiping an errant tear from his face, appalled at it. He tugged his overcoat down, shook his head once, letting each carefully crafted piece of himself fall back into its perfectly curated place. A twirl of his fingers rendered the splintered table back into perfect condition, and he let the sound shield drop.

One more deep breath he allowed himself, then he sat at his desk and began to plan.

Matilda

Matilda threw her trunk closed with a heavy thunk, then pushed to sit atop it. She felt like she’d never really unpacked after she’d arrived here, and even if she had, she’d left most of her things behind when she was brought to this estate. Her uncle, Donal, had hardly given her time to pack her belongings when he whisked her off. He’d been ready to sack her father’s family home, selling everything off to the highest bidder to turn a profit. That list of inventory now included her, too.

He’d barely waited until her father had been buried to start shopping her around the noble houses of Autumn. She’d made it over five hundred years without being worried about a marriage–her father had never pushed her, not even once. The second his body was cold in the ground, her freedom was gone. This month, Donal had finally succeeded.

Honestly, Matilda was more shocked than anything that it had taken so long. Though she despised how things worked in the noble houses of Autumn, her name carried weight, despite her notably having no power of her own. Autumn nobles traded names and bloodlines like a currency of their own, and her uncle saw that for what it was: a commodity. It turned out he’d taken that commodity out all the way to the top.

Eris Fucking Vanserra, of all people.

She had anticipated it would be bad. She knew a noble family meant noble birth of heirs, and they were almost exclusively deplorable. Just like their fathers and forefathers before them, they viewed females as cattle–something to be bought and bred and owned. She’d been luckier than most to be granted five centuries of uncontrolled freedom. Her father had always encouraged her flame to burn as brightly as possible. He had loved her endlessly, kept her secrets, allowed her to remain unwed and live a life she loved–one she’d been proud of.

She tried to not let herself dwell. Once confirming that the staff were distracted and her uncle wasn’t present, she winnowed to the woods. No one would miss her, after all. No one was concerned about the opinion of the bride. She found herself deep in the woods, where she dug into a large, hollow tree trunk for her bow and arrows. The bow was carved meticulously from the most beautiful elm, and she tossed it into the air and caught it again, feeling the light weight of it in her hand.

This. This is what she would miss the most.

She quickly spun a circle of flames and stepped through it, finding herself near the border of Winter, close to her childhood home. The trees were more barren and craggy here, and the air felt crisp and familiar in her lungs. She found her targets where she always did, far enough out into the woods where no one would ever stumble upon them accidentally.

She closed her eyes, took a steady breath, and–like lightning–let instinct take over as she whipped an arrow into position and let it fly. One after the other, they met their marks. She was a flurry of motion and breathless joy. The final one she cast into flames before she shot it, allowing the spark to streak across the sky in a brilliant arc of orange fire. She let out the breath she’d been holding and noted, as always, that her arrows had all hit home.

She was not above bragging about herself when she was alone. She was a fantastic marksman, and she should be. She’d honed the craft since childhood. She should have been there when her father fell at the hands of Hybern’s armies. Should have been on that field with him, putting an arrow through the skull of anyone who dared to get too close. Instead, she’d waited at home for him to return, and he never had. She’d received his rings and nothing additional until her uncle stormed in days later to claim her and her entire life for his own.

She ripped her arrows out of the trees and wiped furiously at the tears she’d begrudgingly allowed to escape. She missed her father. She missed her life before. Is this how things would be until she died? Centuries of hidden anguish, while she was paraded around, forced to birth children who would fight to the death for a crown they may never see?

She wondered what Eris would be like. She’d never really met him, though she had met his family and encountered him in passing as a child. Was he cruel like his father? Everyone in Autumn knew of the High Lord’s horrible demeanor, especially in the noble houses. He made the absolute barest attempts to hide his abuse of his wife. Is that the future that lay ahead for her, too? She was tough; she could handle it if he was cold, or better yet, if he didn’t care about her at all. Physical abuse would be harder, but she’d been alone save for her father for most of her life, and loneliness had been her companion for longer than she could remember.

She opened a portal back, gently wrapping her beautiful bow in soft material and setting it into the hollow tree a final time. Time had finally come for her, and she would meet the challenge. This marriage might bend her to the cold will of Autumn, but it would never break her spirit. She would bury those scraps of herself deep down, protect them wholly within her heart, and whatever she may be forced to endure outwardly, she would still have that piece of herself to comfort her.

With a final nod to herself, she winnowed back into the estate to finish her preparations.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #eris x oc #eris vanserra #eris acotar #vanserra brothers #flame of autumn #arranged marriage #allies to lovers

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hollyhomburg · 2 years

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i only had one fic idea traveling this weekend, and it was an ot7 x reader werewolf au where they both move into houses across the street on this little inlit, her house is maybe 1/6 the size of theirs but it's a cozy little cottage with a leaky chimney but sturdy walls made from polished sea stones.

it's almost certianly too cold for the winters and honestly, seokjin (beta) can't even belive someone would rent it out for all four seasons. but the first taste of the new neighbors scent along the hills says diffrent- human. none of them like humans very might but first meeting goes plesantly enough.

The rest of bts live in this big old pack house that always has it's lights all lit up and music playing from it that echoes across the water. tangling with the sound of crashing waves and the singular fishing vessel that the pack has (yoongi and seokjin's passion project)

she's very very skittish of them at first because she's human and werefolk are a bit of a plucky sort with so many diffrent traditions and to remember. is it bad to shake hands? to ask about their jobs? meeting is tense if not a little shy, but thats mostly because she's tired, she's been though alot- enough that she has seeked out a little bit of safety and privacy here, one the edge of the ocean where the grass grows thick and the tire tracks grow scant.

life at the cottage is calm if not for the new neighbors, who have strange habits- like makeing grilled meat outside at least once a week with smoke that buffers heady and strong. the first time she see's them running across the beach in their shifted forms it's because the nightmares have woken her again and she's out on her back porch. the sound of thundering paws, sandy fur, dark fur like the soils from the south, and a curly one with fur the color of sand.

there is only one not shifted, the one with bright eyes and an even brighter smile that asks and says they'll go somewhere else if the running will disturb her. but it won't and she's too tired to think about what she wants or needs. she invites him to sit and togeather they watch the 6 others bound across the sand, dragging their claws through the seafolm and yipping high into the clear muddy air. rough housing along the seagrass in their big pup forms and hoseok- the pack alpha- asks if the howling at night bothers her- they can be quiet.

she says it doesn't but it still rattles her little windows.

and maybe she's skittish around them because something happened to her with a shifter once (im imagining big scars across her back, maybe one morning when yoongi (alpha) and tae (also alpha) are running they see her swimming. the lines across her back rising up out of the ocean, and the alpha feels himself filled with a rush of protective instinct, the thing that says this pup might need them. might need a little bit of extra protection.

he also might start sleeping on her porch but regardless of that- they are very good neighbors, the omega's (minnie and joonie maybe) bring her over fresh food and maybe even invite her to the next time they barbecue outside and she brings food from her culture and they try to teach her how to make perfect lettuce wraps and when she walks home half of them go with her too even if it's just a few feet.

maybe they recognize the way that she looks at the shadows, the howling of the wind more daunting and so much less comforting than the sound of wolf howling has become. It's almost like she's waiting for something to jump out of them

i also wanna talk about pack alpha hoseok and how he'd be the most intimidating presence that she kinda couldn't stop herself from looking at. Maybe their dance around each other stops when she's on her way home from the store he meets up with her on accident and carries her groceries home.

And then they happen upon each other on a beach walk too and he says he always has trouble finding shark teeth in the sand even though they're the youngest alphas favorite. maybe he thinks nothing of it but then later a few days later there is a little pile of them sitting in a abalone shell that the pack keeps by their front door,

and one day she finds that jk has left her a little gift- tiny shark tooth earrings that match a necklace that he has (something that is maybe a first courting gift, if wolves courted humans, which they dont).

and maybe dinners start to become a weekly thing and sometimes namjoon can't resist bundling her up in one of their pack scented blankets to go home with- the omega in him unable to resist the need to have her smell like them- even if she can't scent them back.

i'm also pictureing maybe some secret reason why she moved to the cottage, maybe an abusive ex-husband that just wouldn't leave her alone, a shifter too maybe that hunts her down by scent alone.

God, hobi would tear him limb from limb, blood and saltwater soaking into the sand, teeth tearing and biting- maybe he wouldn't even have to be in wolf form to do it. i picture the m/c inches from the ocean- because she'd rather drown than be touched by him again, dragged from the dark water by bruised familiar hands. hobi's soft voice of "i've got you, im not going to let anything hurt you ever again pup"

i don't know if they'd get away with the murder, because on one hand the whole pack had seen him hunt her through the dunes. but maybe they'd be better off just floating him out to sea on one of jin's boats, out to where they know that the sharks gather. their teeth hungry like the wolves too.

After that, she moves into the pack house because hobi says he can't have her far away, even if they only have 50 feet from their doors- thats too much. maybe they turn the cottage into a little office for her so that she can at least have some privacy to do her work, maybe sometimes when she works one of /her/ packmates muscles throught the door to plan themselves curled around her. sometimes if she really needs to concentrate she'll kick them out, but if it's the pack alpha- she'll move her arms and let him rest his massive head across her lap, watching the door for her.

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I'd like to see some more MHA stuff.

Well, I do have one au where Izuku is basically Cruella DeVil, and one where he’s Regina George but with green hair

Izuku DeVil

Izuku remains quirkless, but he has the personality and fashion sense of the villain, Cruella DeVil, and enrolls in Yuuei’s Support Course design department

He’s WAY more confident when dealing with his bullies back at Aldera middle school, and on top of that, the left half of his hair is white and the right half is green

Even when Izuku didn’t get his quirk, his confidence never wavered. He just took one look at a quirkist, snapped his fingers and said, “You don’t exist to me.”

Inko ADORES her son, and will always take him shopping whenever he asks

Hisashi is still around, yay! And no, he didn’t cry when his precious three-year-old son critiqued his fashion choices

With her position as his official aunt, Mitsuki often brought Izuku with her to her small but successful fashion house so he could help her critique and fix any errors in the clothes made by the young designers. The designers were not at all expecting a four year old in a Gucci suit sipping apple juice out of a fancy glass to give them fashion advice

When it was announced that Izuku was quirkless at five years old, that only scared Katsuki. Because all this time, Izuku eccentricity and natural flashiness wasn’t powered by some dormant quirk. And he’s terrified to see how it’ll progress as he gets older

Izuku does this with his outfits, a lot⬇️

He carries around a riding crop to emphasize all of his points

No one knows how he pulls off his dramatic entrances in such a secure school. When Aizawa was introducing him to class 1A as the new designer for their hero uniforms, he descended from the ceiling using an aerial acrobatics ribbon

Class 1A is also scared of him

Izuku: You all will become my personal projects.

Class 1A: …

Mina: Is it too late to run?

He adopted Neito and Shinsou on the spot. Neito shares his love of fashion, and he just kidnapped Shinsou and gave him a complete makeover. And that how friendship works

Those two are his Horace and Jasper, and help him with all of his schemes

Kyouka sings the Cruella DeVil sing every time he walks by

No one’s figured out why, but whenever Izuku sees a Dalmatian, he just stops and stares at it. His eye twitches and his hands look as if they’re trying to grab something. All it takes is a firm hand on his shoulder to snap him out of it, but no one’s quite sure why that happens

When the dorms are implemented, Izuku’s dorm gives his classmates some Gothic Victorian/Hell Hall vibes. The room is painted black with some hints of green, there’s a chaise lounge in the corner, a small canopy bed with curtains, an armoire filled with fur coats, and a sewing station with all of his materials

Katsuki often hides in the vents when Izuku is having… A moment. He urges his classmates to do the same, but they haven’t known Izuku long enough. So, they end up becoming his live mannequins

Whenever they cross paths, Izuku and Shouto just look at each other and nod. Many suspect it’s due to their similar hairstyles

Pony Tsuntori once pointed at him and screamed, “Oh my God! It’s Cruella!”

Shouto is up to his conspiracy theories again and suspects that Cruella De Vil is a quirk. Because, if people can have quirks based on animals, why can Izuku have a quirk based on a Disney villain?

Knowing his similarities to Cruella De Vil, people are terrified of the day Izuku gets his drivers license

When they watched the Cruella movie during movie night, Class 1A wondered if Izuku has a tragic backstory like the title character

The day Tooru brought a Dalmatian pup into the dorm, Katsuki flipped out

Katsuki: Why did you bring that here?! You know how Deku gets around Dalmatians! He will turn it into a fur coat!

Sero: Relax, Kats. Izuku won’t even realize it’s here.

Ochako: Besides. He’s in the 1H dorm right now.

Izuku: *From inside the dorm* I sense a familiar canine presence!

Class 1A: …

Katsuki: … HIDE THE DAMN DOG!

Mean Boy Deku

When Izuku is five and announced quirkless by his bitch pediatrician, he just rolls his eyes and goes back to sketching out some outfit ideas for his mother, saying, “Okay, and?”

Idiot: And, having no quirk means-

Izuku: Means a death sentence. I know. I can read newspapers, Tsubasa. I learned what an ignoramus was last week, and I’m sitting before a big one right now.

Inko: *Snickering*

When it’s announced by the teacher that Izuku is quirkless, the kids all want nothing to do with Izuku, and honestly, he’s fine with that. It shows who his real friends are… Which is no one, apparently. Even Katsuki is avoiding him

Izuku refused to hold his tongue. So, when the teacher tries to reprimand him for literally nothing he just says,

Izuku: Here are the five things wrong with your outfit. The sweater gives you a uniboob, that watch is too gaudy, the pencil skirt, those tacky flats, and that necklace is a desperate cry for attention. I’ll escort myself to time out, thank you.

Hisashi is a good dad in this one, too! Yay!

Izuku’s always had a bit of a mean streak, and no one is safe. Not his teacher, and especially not his classmates. He made his principal cry

When Izuku gets his first cell phone, he creates an Instagram account where he critiques the outfits of pro heroes. And one thing’s for sure, he’s extremely mean about it. But, he does gain quite a large following

At age ten, Izuku discovers the Pre-Quirk era movie, Mean Girls. He is enraptured by how Regina George and her fellow Plastics cause the other students such misery. His favorite scenes are those that involve the Burn Book

And, after a particularly bad day at school, Izuku storms into his room and pulls out a green binder he never used, along with a yearbook from last year. He cuts out a photo Tsubasa, and glues it to the first page, then writes, “Tsubasa is a moronic little brat who won’t shut his bitch mouth, and can’t do basic math to save his life.” He doesn’t stop until everyone in his class has a page

That’s Burn Book #1. In it, contained not only Izuku’s rants about the students and teachers at that sorry excuse for a school but also some secrets he’s sure they wouldn’t want to get out. What a shame that would be…

Izuku only gets more creative with his insults as he gets over, and has made about twelve students cry in one week

Inko: Sweetie, the principal called and said you got into a fight at school.

Izuku: I wouldn’t call it a fight. I simply pointed out that Daiki should invest in some cosmetics for those hideous pores of his. He’s the one who got all huffy about it.

Inko: As long as you’re using your words.

By his final year at the hell hole known as Aldera Junior High, Izuku’s own version of the burn book had become so full that he had to buy a second binder… And then a third. There was just so much to rant about the students and teachers, and he wasn’t just going to keep those thoughts to himself

Izuku: And just what the hell gave you the right to tell this entire room comprised of quirkist little shitheads about my future plans?” Izuku questions the man who shouldn’t even

Idiot teacher who obviously has a perm: Midoriya, that is no way to talk about your classmates.

Izuku: Oh, so they can call me a useless Deku, use their quirks to physically assault me, and tell me to off myself on a daily basis? Favoritism at its finest, you pointy-nosed bean pole. Lemme guess, grammy was discriminated against by quirkless folk during the dawn of quirks, and now you feel the need to lash out at me? Pathetic. You feel the need to harm a child just to feel superior. Or, perhaps, you were never loved as a child due to having the weakest quirk, so you take it out on me, someone without a quirk. That’s just sadder, you perm-using fuck

~Later~

Katsuki: Take a swan dive off of a roof and pray for a quirk in your next life.

Izuku: Okay, do you want me to quote that in my letter? I’m sure my dear mother and father will love to read that their unofficial nephew told their darling son to jump off of a roof simply for being quirkless. Katsuki, if there’s two things I’ve learned it’s that my legs look gorgeous in high heels. And that, I get a kick out of seeing the world burn.

Katsuki: ...

Izuku: Here’s what going to happen, honey. I’m not going to Yuuei with you, you’re stuck at Yuuei with me. I’m going to be a living nightmare for you while I’m in the Design department. Who knows? Maybe I’ll paint your equipment my signature shade of green. That way, you can think of me… Bye! *Leaves*

~Later Again~

Izuku: Oh, like hell I’m letting you touch me. *Pulls out a bedazzled pepper spray canister and sprays it into the sludge monster’s eye for about ten seconds until All Might arrives*

All Might: Excellent work, young man! I’ve been trying to hunt them down for days!

Izuku: As if I would let that thing touch my sneakers.

All Might: Well, even so, you seem to have the true makings of a hero.

Izuku: Flattered, but I prefer to make heroes look better, outfit-wise. Quirkless Quipster, at your service.

All Might: Wait… Aren’t your the boy who tore into my Silver Age costume and called it a disaster of epic proportions?

Izuku: It had to be said, sir.

Also, Izuku makes his first friend in years! Yay! It’s Momo! Yay! They became close after Momo commissioned a gorgeous dress

When it comes time for the Support Course Entrance Exams, Izuku discovers that he has quite the fan base among the hopeful students, who surprisingly don’t have a problem with him being quirkless

Power Load: ‘Cause in the Support Course, we don’t take kindly to quirkism

Now, according to some, Power Loader doesn’t have an “Eye for fashion,” so Midnight will be handling Izuku’s entrance exam (Which he passes)

So now, he's going to Yuuei. And Inko couldn't be more prouder. She gets so drunk, that she screams over the balcony for everyone to hear, "HEY, BITCHES! MY BABY GOT INTO YUUEI! SO, SUCK IT, FUCKERS!"

Hisashi: That's my pretty wife.

When it's announced that Izuku's going to Yuuei, Katsuki is having none of that and corners him in an alley after school while his lackeys keep watch. He threatens Izuku into rejecting his application, but Izuku is having none of it, and gracefully tells him to fuck off

So, Katsuki grips the sides of his head and activates his quirk. Before he can storm off, Izuku grabs his wrist and forces Katsuki to look him in the eye as his hair singes

Izuku: Transfer to Shiketsu. Transfer to Ketsubutsu. No one at Yuuei is going to let you play their reindeer games.

When he heads back home, Izuku shapes his hair into an undercut style. And when that's over with, he pulls a Regina George and puts his name in Burn Book #2

~The Following Week~

Izuku: *Crying* I-I found this in the bathroom, Tamaka Sensei. It says all sorts of horrible things about the students, teachers... You.

Idiot Principal: *Flips through the pages* What does this say? "Akido Hana is a..."

Izuku: Pasty snitch.

But, he didn't stop there. Izuku had made several copies of each page in the Burn Book and left them all over the hall for the students and teachers to find when the bell rang. Now, imagine that scene from the movie, but with destructive quirks

Izuku calls the police in tears and begs for them to come quickly as the school descends into chaos. He just walks out with a smile on his face

Aldera got shut down, police are investigating the Burn Book, and will be on their way to making many arrests until eventually, they just shut down the entire school district

During the first week of school at Yuuei, Izuku's first assignment was to watch the Battle Trials from the observation room and make ten critiques for each outfit. Instead, he has ten pages for each outfit. Actually, he has fifteen for Katsuki. Nedzu is impressed, and Power Loader is afraid

When Aizawa introduces him to the class and explains that they will all be a part of Izuku's design project, Izuku makes it very clear that the only person he likes is Momo. The rest? He doesn't like or trust... Yet. He's especially not fond of the "Bakusquad" that's starting to form. To him, they're just the Yuuei versions of Katsuki's lackeys

Uh, what else?... Neito, Mei, Momo, and Shinsou are his most trusted allies

Neito has full access to Burn Book #4, Izuku and Momo give Shinsou a much-needed makeover, and Mei gets a kick out of making Katsuki's gauntlets the same green as Izuku's hair

#BNHA #BNHA au #izuku midoriya #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #ask me stuff #answered ask

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