#it's either that or the electrical fire that happened fucked with the heat

[tittyinfinity]

it's so cold outside that it's 58 degrees in this house with the thermostat set on 70

#wait. #it's either that or the electrical fire that happened fucked with the heat #bc this house has never had an issue w heating up even in below 0(F) temperatures #.bdo

[pearlsinmyhair]

⭑ oops.

hobie just wanted to drop in, he didn’t mean to see this. but your pretty face is just so precious… is this dark content? voyeurism warning. mutual masturbation. fem!reader. nsfw.

this wasn’t supposed to happen, hobie thought as he leaned against the outer wall beside your open window.

he had come to show you some music, an underground artist that he had discovered at a live stage event. he had leapt webbed to your apartment with purpose, excited to see his favorite girl.

he didn’t expect the view he had before him now to greet him when he dropped onto your fire escape.

not that he was exactly complaining.

you lay on your bed, legs spread wide and head thrown back as you drove your middle finger into your sopping wet pussy, wiggling it before pulling it out to circle your clit, then back again.

hobie felt like he couldn’t breath. he felt like he was gonna fucking explode just at the sight of you, so pretty in your baby tee and nothing else.

you mewled as the pad of your finger caught your clit just right, and hobie’s lower stomach twinged with electricity.

he was fucking disgusting, he thought as slid his hand down his front to the buckle of his belt, clicking it open and unzipping his fly.

but your beautiful face, brows pushed together and eyes screwed shut pathetically, was just too much.

and your body was turned just right so he could see that aching cunt, dripping with juices that spread across your heat and your inner thighs.

he watched as your finger returned to your entrance, mumbling a soft “fuck” at the sound of the squelch that came from it. his thumb slid across the tip of his dick, gathering the precum already leaking from it and spreading it down.

you knees hiked up, your hips lifting to get deeper, and he realized just why you were so damn frustrated.

you, poor little thing, couldn’t find your g-spot.

god, he was fucking throbbing.

he bit back a loud moan when you sucked on your pointer finger, adding it to your middle to fuck yourself with two, stretching and curling and thrusting as your back arched and your hips bucked.

he matched the pace of your fingers, speeding up his hand on his dick as his own hips leapt forward into his fist.

“just a bit more, baby. curl ‘em a bit more.” he mumbled, watching your fingers plunge deeper and deeper into that sopping cunt.

and almost as if you had heard him, your fingers curled just slightly.

your back arched sharply, a choked moan bursting from your pretty mouth.

he could have cum right there, but he squeezed the base of his cock to keep his release at bay. he didn’t care how perverted it was; he wanted to cum with you.

your fingers sped up, and your little gasps turned into full moans of “fuck” and “oh please” and “faster.”

and hobie couldn’t keep his words to himself either, moaning “there you go” and “atta girl, just like that” and “fucking hell baby” as quietly as he could manage.

all he could think about was replacing your fingers with his, thumbing your clit while stroking your gspot easily while you moaned, rocking your hips into him.

he could tell you were getting close by the way you kept lifting your hips to your hand and wiggling your body. he watched as you looped an arm around the back of one knee, bringing it up to your chest to get a new angle.

you cried out loudly, at that point rocking your body with each thrust of your fingers, and hobie tightened his grip, trying to imagine being buried inside of you, having you moan like that under him, letting him make you feel so fucking good that you screamed.

“oh fuck” you whined, tossing your head back against your pillow. “fuck, hobie-“

he slapped a hand over his mouth as he came, just fast enough to contain the groan that tried to escape him as his orgasm washed over him, his eyes closed with euphoria.

after a minute, his lids opened to find you too coming down from your high, chest heaving as you tightened around your fingers.

he watched as you pulled them out, you pussy making a wet sound as strings of cum stretched, snapping as you pulled your hand to the side and rested it on your bed. your eyes closed, and your thighs quivered every few seconds.

he sighed, looking away from you and resting his head back onto the brick wall.

with his hand full of his release and his knees shaking, he realized that maybe his little crush on you wasn’t quite so little after all.

masterlists.

#hobie my beloved #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x reader smut #hobie x reader #hobie x reader smut

[stealingyourbones]

Danny Phantom meets The Flash’s Rogues Gallery.

Danny gets yeeted through a ghost zone portal and appears in a bank that’s actively getting robbed by Captain Cold and Mirror Master. The two are shocked that this kid just appeared out of nowhere and start barraging Danny with questions very casually while they actively break through the main bank vault and as Captain Cold is handing Mirror Master to put the stolen money into the mirror dimension. All the while Danny is just following them and chatting to them like absolutely nothing wrong is happening.

“How did you get here?” “Ghost zone.” “What the hell is a ghost zone?” “I mean it’s pretty self explanatory right? The zone where ghosts live.” “I- did The Flash send you here kid?” “Not a kid. Who’s The Flash, is he your boss?” “Wow you’re really not from here kid are you?” “You know that’s a really good question. Where is here exactly?” “You’re in Central City kid.Did you take a wrong turn to Keystone or something?” “Ok I have no clue where that is. What state are we in?” “Uhhh Kansas? Are you a teleportation meta? Who the hell are you?” “Nah I can’t teleport. Name’s Danny. Who are you guys?” “I’m Captain Cold. This guy is the Mirror Master.” “Are you guys the villains here or something?” “We’re actively robbing a bank kid. That should be obvious. You’re acting really calm for someone talking to super villains.” “Eh, I'm used to it. You guys didn’t shoot me on sight so you’re chill in my book.” “It’s my job to be the chill one kid. We don’t kill.” “You didn’t stop me or kidnap me either. Shooting doesn't always entail lethal force. Also, respect the ice pun dude.” “Heh. You’re alright kid. You aren’t trying to stop us so why should we stop you?” “Fair. Also-“

Danny then feels a strange feeling of something clockwork’s-lair-electricity-ghost-sense-but-not and freaks out and shoots ice towards the source of the feeling. The Flash goes from a blur to tumbling to the ground inside the bank with ice on his feet. Danny realizes that “oh god- this person's outfit has lightning motifs. Lightning = speed. Flash implies moving very quickly.” Oh fuck. He just iced the good guy.

In a panic, Danny turns invisible and flees to the surprise of Flash and the Rogues.

Danny figures out that he isn’t just in Kansas. He’s in Kansas and apparently Amity straight up just doesn’t exist. His parents don’t exist. His sister doesn’t exist. None of his friends or anyone he knows exists. Danny freaks out and eventually figures out that Amity Park is like the podcast town of NightVale. It exists but not in a way that’s accessible for people to simply enter. The town finds you. It finds you and you are stuck until it decides to spit you out. Danny was spat out of Amity and won’t be able to get back in unless the city accepts him back. Danny finds a job in the area and an apartment. He’s stuck here so he might as well make a life here.

Now montage to every single place that Danny ever goes to it’s almost always a “wrong place, wrong time.” where one of The Rogues makes a scene and Danny will just chat with whoever is actively robbing the place/generally causing chaos.

After a while, The Rogues all seem to realize that ‘The kid who froze The Flash’ is that kid that talked to Heat Wave in depth about this strange green fire that the kid could create. He’s also the kid that debated with the Weather Wizard on the most uncomfortable temperature. He’s the same freaking kid that chided Captain Boomerang on how he talks to women. They keep meeting the kid over and over and each time that The Flash arrives the kid just disappears. It’s now a game within The Rogues to see who sees the boy the most and how long he keeps up a conversation before he vanishes.

The Flash is freaking out because this kid managed to stop him with ice powers and is able to vanish/teleport/something. Is this kid a new recruit from The Rouges? Is this kid working with Captain Cold? Why does he keep spotting this kid at locations where The Rogues are causing chaos? The Flash is determined to track down Danny and figure out what his intentions are.

The Flash meets up with Captain Cold to talk about this kid and they both thought that the kid was working with the opposite party. Captain Cold talks about how The Rogues have grown fond of this strange meta that always seems to end up at the wrong place at the wrong time. The Flash is relieved that this kid isn’t a part of the villain union and concerned that this strange meta seems to be on his own.

Timeskip and Golden Glider offers Danny if he’d like to have a bite to eat with the Rogues Gallery and surprisingly, Danny accepts. The Flash is also invited to eat and chat with The Rogues and sees that the vanishing kid is there too. Very quickly both the Rogues and The Flash grow attached to this kid. Apparently, Danny has the same power equivalent of Superman and lived in a sentient town that was infested with ghosts. Captain Cold offers Danny a place to stay. Danny accepts. Danny, The Rogue’s Gallery, and The Flash meet up on the regular to hang out and watch films. The Rogues and The Flash become like aunts and uncles to Danny during the time Danny spends in Central City. 

On a random afternoon, Danny suddenly can feel his connection to Amity Park again. He can go back to his hometown. Danny leaves to head back home and check on how Amity fared without him and receives small presents and goodbye letters from each Rogue and Speedster that he meets. Danny is excited to finally head back home, but he will miss the new family that he made during his stay. He will visit as much as he can but as much as he wishes to stay in Central City, Amity is calling.

#Danny Phantom #dp x dc #The Flash #The Rogues #Captain Cold #writing prompt #prompt #who am i kidding this is basically the outline of a fic #long post #The Flash comics are so family centered it would make the Fast and the Furious series weep #Amity Park is like Nightvale is one of my favorite concepts ever

[niragis-thot]

Niragi’s Favorite Toy

Part Four

Part One [X]

Part Two [X] 🌶️

Part Three [X]

Niragi X female reader

Warnings: CNC, Dubious consent, smut, knife play, gun kink, and manipulative relationship in future chapters, basically everything you would expect from Niragi. Warning for threats of violence in this chapter

You woke up the next morning wondering where you were. It had been a while since you had woken up in a bed, and the events of last night had come back to you. The day had started off as just another trying to survive the endless death games, then Niragi Suguru happened. You had teamed up with the tall, handsome man with black eyes that seemed to pierce your soul. In the heat of the moment you had a passionate hookup followed by him coercing you to go with him back to the beach.

It was almost laughable how dramatic he had been. Who in their right mind would have said no the most attractive man you had seen in the borderlands offering to take them to the only place that had electricity and running water. Either this guy had never looked at himself in a mirror, or he just got off on ordering people around. Your bet was on the latter.

He emerged from the bathroom without his shirt on. It was the first time you were able to get a good look at his body. Despite being skinny he was still muscular. He had that arrogant walk as he made his way over to the bed. He cocked his head to the side and devoured you with his eyes, and you were dying to know what was going through his head.

“What are you thinking about?” You said softly.

“Just how I’m going to violate every inch of your body.”

You hadn’t even known this man for 24 hours yet you felt desperate to feel his touch again. You leapt up and closed the gap between you. With how little your bikini covered you could feel his warm skin against yours right away as he pulled you in by your waist. Your hands got lost in his silky black hair as your lips collided. The kiss was needy and ferocious. When he finally broke away you started to leave a trail of kisses down his chest until you were kneeling in front of him.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked while you undid the button on his pants.

You nodded as you pulled out his cock. You circled the head with your tongue. He let out a gasp and you kept teasing him.

Before you had time to take all of him in there was a knock at the door. “Hatter is ready for her.”

“Great fucking timing” Niragi groaned.

His mood didn’t stay sour though. He put his hand on your shoulder as you entered the crowded lobby and drew you in, “Now everyone is going to know that you’re mine”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe they’ll just think I got the bruises from the game” you teased while taking the chance to squeeze his butt.

“Keep acting naughty in public and I’m going to have to punish you tonight.”

“If you keep threatening me with a good time I’ll have to keep behaving badly.”

You noticed how everyone rushed to get out of your way. They all avoided looking directly at Niragi, although a few people took a quick second glance when they saw you with him. It seemed like people were afraid of him.

One man apparently hadn’t seen him coming through and accidentally backed into him. When he turned around and saw exactly who it was he panicked. “I’m so sorry Niragi,” he trembled “I didn’t know it was you.”

Niragi’s expression went cold, and he lowered the gun from his shoulder. When he took a step forward the man flinched and covered his head.

Niragi immediately threw his head back and began to laugh. “You should have seen the look on your face”

The man looked up in shock, but Niragi was already walking away with his hand planted firmly on your lower back.

Your heart raced. You should be trying to get away. Electricity and running water be damned. But there was something about being this close to a dangerous man that lit up a fire within you.

Your meeting with Hatter was in a hotel conference room. You recognized Aguni and Last Boss there, but there were also were several new faces. A man with long hair and wearing a kimono style robe over swim trunks greeted you. “Welcome Y/N, to our oasis known as the beach. I am your leader Hatter.”

He gave you the rundown of all the rules, then unveiled the wall of cards. “This is our hope. If we unite, then we can collect every card. I have reliable sources that say for every deck of cards we collect one person will be returned to our world.”

“How do you pick who gets to go?” You had seen so many people in the crowds. Surely collecting enough cards for everyone to return would be impossible.

“Here at the beach we have a rank system. Every time a player returns home or someone dies everyone will move up one rank.” He walked closer to you “Niragi says that he wishes to recruit you to the militant corps. Those who protect our oasis from the ones who seek to undermine our cause will be greatly rewarded.”

Your role if you became a militant was becoming more clear. You weren’t here to break up fights or whatever ‘keeping the peace’ had implied. You were here to make sure everyone continued to collect cards for this cult leader. That part hadn’t exactly been explained to you. “I understand.” You said.

“Next we need the executive council to assess your performance in the games. Do you have a specialty? Which type of games best suit you?”

Niragi came over and leaned against your shoulder, “Oh she’s a hearts player. This girl is ruthless.”

“Excellent. We’ll have Mira observe her in tonight’s game then.”

Niragi scoffed, “Mira? No way am I trusting that freak with her. I’ll take her to the game myself.”

“We’ll need someone who can give a completely unbiased opinion Niragi, and since you’re already trying to induct her into the militants it should be a different person.”

Niragi took a step forward, giving Hatter an angry glare a few inches away from his face.

Hatter glanced to his right.

“Niragi let it go.” Aguni commanded. “You knew the rules when you brought her here.”

He backed off. “Fine, but I want Last Boss to go with them.”

The girl in the black swim suit cover up just giggled, seemingly unbothered by Niragi’s comments, “I’d be delighted to observe in tonight’s games. I always find hearts players so interesting.”

“It’s settled then” Hatter said and stretched out his arms “Now go out and enjoy the beach.”

Back in his room Niragi was giving his two cents about the beach rules, “I don’t buy into that bullshit Hatter says about the cards.” Niragi said. “None of us are getting out of here.”

“Why are you working for him then?”

“Because I’m playing as many games as I can before I die princess, and this is the best place for that.” He rummaged through one of the drawers. “I’m not gonna be one of those drunk idiots at the pool living in fear of a laser.”

He found what he was looking for in the drawer and grinned at you, “close your eyes. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

You did, and then you felt cold metal against your neck. You held your breath.

“I want you to take this to your game tonight.”

You opened your eyes back up and saw he looked deep in thought as he traced the knife over your neck. Like he was pondering what he could do to you with it.

“I thought our agreement was that I would get a gun.” You stepped back and crossed your arms.

Niragi just laughed, “you think Aguni is stupid enough to give people guns on their first day here?” He took a step forward not letting you get any distance away from him. “If you use it to get away from the beach the Militants will have to hunt you down, and I’ll be disappointed that I wasn’t done having fun with my new plaything yet.”

“Can I at least get some better clothes to wear to the game?”

His radio crackled to life, “Niragi, we found cards in room 256. What should we do with him.”

“Get him placed on my team tonight. I’ll make sure he doesn’t come back from the game. And get me the info on everyone he played with last time. I’ll investigate them.”

Another reality check for the day. It was setting in hard now that what you had been told was only one percent of the job description. Killing in the games was one thing, you had to do it to survive. But you couldn’t bring yourself to comfortable with the idea of killing someone outside of them.

You’re not doing this to support Hatter’s cult, you told yourself. You’re doing this to get the resources you need to survive the games.

You had felt infatuated enough to put your own safety on the line pursuing this man, but knowing everyone around you would be on the line too made you feel dread.

He clearly could sense your discomfort because he wrapped his arms around you. It felt so conflicting. That he was the source of your dread, but you also wanted to sink into him and let him be your comfort. He began to stroke your face and then tilted your chin up to look into his eyes, “in this world you can be the hunter or the prey, and while everyone else lives in terror, we’ll be the ones that thrive.”

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Niragi hoped he’d catch one of the suspects in their room. The morning’s meeting had really pissed him off and he was hoping to he wouldn’t have to wait until the games to blow off some steam. The man had a way of making his bad moods everyone else’s problem.

He could have assigned one of the militants to search the rooms while the inhabitants were off to the games, but he really wanted a direct confrontation. A couple weeks ago when Hatter had declared anyone who hid cards a traitor he had been in his element. Every day was a new chapter in his reign of terror.

But now fear was keeping most people in line, and patrolling had become much more dull. Last Boss had pitched the idea of a public execution, let people see firsthand what the consequences are. He had liked the idea at the time. The panic and fear in the lobby had been delicious. The way that people looked at the two of them after that day just reinforced how much he loved the power he had here.

Watching people loose hope as they begged for there lives ignited him, pleading that Hatter wouldn’t let him get away with this.

“Oh hun,” he had told one woman “Hatter ordered this.”

But now he regretted it. Between that, and strict enforcement of collecting card when cars returned from the games his job was growing a bit more dull. He was lucky if they found a single traitor in a day. People trying to escape once they learned the dark secrets of this place still happened. But his insatiable lust for violence and control always wanted more.

He also was looking forward to see how Y/N would perform at her first job. He knew what you were capable of. He had seen that fire in you when you killed, and he wanted to see if he could draw that dark side out of you again. He could feel an uncomfortable tightness in his pants when he thought about inflicting terror together.

He wasn’t going to ask you to kill any traitors just yet, but he wanted to see if he could start slowly pushing you in that direction.

It made him realize what bored him about most one night stands at the beach. He had no trouble getting laid. There were plenty of girls who were attracted to him enough to disregard his reputation for a few hours. He had thought about how with the power he had here wouldn’t be difficult to make a girl stay with him to satisfy his desires whenever he needed.

But now he saw what always felt missing from that equation. He wanted an accomplice, someone twisted like him, and he felt like he could manipulate you down the same dark path that he was headed.

And if you refused to play his games, well there were new girls entering the borderlands every day.

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You arrived at one of the room numbers you were given to check, and began to listen. “I don’t think anyone’s in here,” you whispered to Niragi.

He still raised his gun at the entryway while you opened the door. The room was empty. You both began to systematically search the entire place. You checked obvious places like drawers, but also checking to see if there were any more creative ways of hiding them. After finding nothing you moved on to the next one. This time you could hear a person humming inside. “I’m going in” Niragi told you. “Block the door so he can’t get out.”

Your role didn’t end up being necessary. It only took one hit from Niragi’s rifle to put him on the floor. You grabbed the duct tape out of your bag while Niragi dragged him into the chair.

Niragi had made it very clear what your role would be one the suspect was secure.

“There’s only two outcomes sweetheart.” He had told you. “You get him to talk and no one has to die. Or you fail to make him talk and I have to kill him.”

You once again found yourself wishing you could fast forward to the future. To just skip past what had to be none next. You didn’t think you were capable of torture, but if you didn’t Niragi was fine with just shooting him. And the lingering thought, if you do what he wanted, then you could say goodbye to the chance of ever becoming a militant and having a weapon for the games. What would happen then? If you were tossed aside, defenseless, trapped in a madman’s cult until the games killed you.

Your plan was to try and scare him without having to inflict any serious injuries. Just think of it as another game, and those were your clear conditions.

The man screamed and thrashed about to try and get loose.

“Calm down,” Niragi said while circling the chair. “I just want to talk.” There was a sarcastic tone to his voice. Anyone who had been at the Beach long enough knew that Niragi wasn’t known for ‘just talking’ to captives. “You’ve had some pretty close contact with a traitor recently. Anything you have to tell us about that.”

The man froze up. He clearly knew that there was no fair trial here, and anything he said to Niragi could be twisted against him.

“It’d be a shame if my girl had to hurt you.”

You felt a pang of shame when the words “my girl” made your heart flutter. If only they had been in a different context.

He turned to look at you and that was your cue to take over. You smiled at him as you approached the captive. “Niragi darling I need you to help with something.”

“Of course.”

“Make sure he doesn’t bite me.”

Niragi grabbed the man’s face and pried his mouth open.

You grabbed the man’s tongue and then nicked it with your pocket knife. “I don’t want to cut off any appendages since you might need them in the next game, but you don’t need your tongue. Especially if you don’t like talking anyways.”

He started to scream again, but you kept the knife in place.

“No one’s coming to save you. Last Boss is patrolling this floor so if someone was stupid enough to try they would have to get through both him and Niragi.”

You took the knife out and asked Niragi to let go.

“So which is it? Are you going to tell us everything you know, or are you going to make me cut your tongue off?”

“I never took any cards. You can search everything. But, if I tell you what happen will you let me go.”

“If you tell me, then Niragi doesn’t kill you on the spot. I think that’s a generous offer.”

“He had them from before the new rule about traitors. He even told me that he wanted to turn them in, but was scared he would be killed. He told us that at the last game. I don’t know anything else. Please let me go.”

“Unfortunately we can’t do that.” Niragi said. “Wouldn’t want anyone to skip town before we can question them if you decide to talk about this.” Right before the two of you exited the room he looked back. “Aguni will decide what to do with you.”

Outside Niragi was beaming at you with pride, and no matter how uncomfortable you felt about what had just happened, you couldn’t deny that there was some part of you that liked his backhanded compliments. “Cutting a guys tongue out, that’s pretty fucked up huh?”

“Well it worked.”

“Do a worse job next time. I wanted to have more fun with him.”

“What is going to happen to him now?”

“I think I want to let him go.”

You were so taken aback by that answer that you completely stopped in your tracks, “that’s oddly kind of you.”

Niragi laughed. “There’s nothing altruistic about it princess. The guy’s clearly got loose lips, and I like the idea that he’ll tell people what you’ve been up to.”

When the sirens started sounding players gathered in the lobby. You were given the number for Mira’s team, along with Last Boss, and one other girl. “Stay close to Last Boss,” Niragi told you sternly before going to find his own team.

You saw him casually talking to his teammates like nothing was wrong, and wondered which one he was supposed to ensure never came back.

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Going to the games as a team felt so different. It had been explained that teams would have players from multiple specialties to give the best odds for survival. Mira was a hearts player, Last Boss was spades, and the girl you hadn’t met before, Rin, was diamonds.

You couldn’t let your guard down too much though. You had heard rumors of people coming out as the only survivor of higher level games. Some of them sounded so random that skill didn’t seem to matter. All you had to do was stand in the wrong spot and it was over.

Mira put her hand on your shoulder as you followed the lights to the game arena. “Try to relax, games are meant to be fun.”

You started to see why Niragi hadn’t wanted to leave you with Mira, yet she was almost sounding like him.

You had entered a sort of tunnel which was filled with wood and debris. Staying close to Last Boss felt strange everything about his appearance, from the tattoos to the way he hunched over while walking, said that he wanted people to be afraid of him. But somehow you felt confident knowing that you wouldn’t be on your own this time.

The door behind you now had those red lasers barring it, preventing anyone from trying to escape. The automated voice announced that this was a three of spades game, and as it did a fire erupted from a car partway down the tunnel.

“Clear condition: escape the tunnel before it is engulfed in flames.”

Mira turned to you, “Isn’t this exciting, what are you going to do.”

“We can’t wait we have to run,” but as you turned you remembered something, “No it’s a trick. The tunnel is on a downward slope. Anyone running away from the fire could be suffocated by rising smoke.”

“Hey everyone, we have to go down,” you yelled as you grabbed Mira’s and the girl’s hand and started pulling in the other direction. Hopefully people had heard but there was no time to go back for them. “The fire is going to become impassable quickly.”

Your lungs burned as you attempted to run, trying to speed up but the debris made sprinting at full speed impossible. You crouched lower as you went along trying to gasp for breathable air below the smoke. It was becoming different to see, both from the smoke filling the air, and how much it stung to open your eyes. You felt the wall to guide your way. You held Mira’s hand behind you to try and keep the group together, but you didn’t quite feel comfortable reaching out to Last Boss in front of you.

Once you got a ways past the bus you looked back. The flames stretched from wall to wall. No one left on the other side was getting through.

You paused to cough for a moment, but knew you had to keep going. You needed to reach the edge of the debris because the inferno was going to spread quickly.

When you did you realized that you weren’t out of the tunnel yet. There was no announcement that the game had been cleared. You grabbed the knife out of your pocket not sure what the game would throw at you next. Your visibility had improved a bit and you could see there were about three other survivors outside of your group.

“Everyone ready to run again?” You asked, but as the four of you began jogging you heard a scream. You turned to see a Hyena ripping a woman apart. Two more were approaching. You stood behind Last Boss who had his Katana drawn.

You kept backing up, the heat behind you was unbearable, but you knew your weapon would be next to useless against these beasts, and one could probably eat you in the time it took Last Boss to fight the others. You lost your footing for a second and looked down to see a branch from the debris. It gave you an idea. You ripped off the branch and wrapped your hoodie around it.

Your body screamed at you not to get any closer to the fire. Just being close to it made you feel like you might melt away. But you managed to get the shirt into the flames.

You ran back to join Last Boss. It was just in time because the Hyenas had lost interest in the corpses of the other group. You waved your torch hoping you could scare them off if you made yourself look big, but there was something wrong about the animals here. It was like they programed to only be able to attack. They also seemed larger than they should be as well.

They charged, and you braced yourself. One leaped at you, and you brought up you torch to shove it in the hyena’s mouth. It screeched and backed away. As it attacked again, Last Boss lunged at it and impaled the beast. The third hyena rushed past and tackled Rin. You ran to hit its head to try and keep it from biting the girl’s face. You knew it wouldn’t do much but hoped it would buy her a few seconds. When last Boss impaled it, the animal collapsed on Rin.

The three of you had to work to push it off of her. All three animals were on the ground dying now, and you were able to finally keep running.

When the “game cleared” announcement came on you just sat down right there in the road exhausted. Your lungs burned, your eyes watered, your legs were sore, and when your hand brushed against your arm you felt something sticky. You looked down and noticed you had gotten several large scratches on your arm. Now that the rush of battle was wearing off they were starting to sting.

Last Boss stood next to you and stared into the tunnel. “Doesn’t it feel amazing. To have stared death in the eye, and have emerged on the other side.”

It was probably the most words you had ever heard him speak, “it really is something.”

Mira chimed in, “every day back in your world people try to not think about how close we always are to death, the only difference here is we can’t ignore it. It’s so interesting to see how people react to that.”

Back in the car you leaned against the door and relaxed. The cool night air felt amazing after the ordeal you just went through. Without having to think about immediate survival anymore you found your thoughts drifting back to Niragi. The way he walked like he owned the entire world, the way you felt like you could melt when he looked at you, the way his piercing felt when he touched you.

You blushed realizing how dirty your thoughts were becoming. You knew you shouldn’t let yourself get attached. You barely knew him, and quite frankly none of what you did know was good. He was mean, violent, and controlling with no good qualities to balance any of that out. On top of that he didn’t seem like the type for commitment. The way he referred to you, his toy, his plaything, was like he owned you. And he could discard you as soon as a new shiny doll showed up.

‘But shouldn’t I get to enjoy it while it lasts.’

Outside of her weird behavior Mira really was a nice teammate to have. after the game she had some bottles water and bandages to clean up your wounds. You felt lucky to only have one injury with how badly the other girl had been scratched up. It was hard to tell how much blood was from her wounds or the hyena’s. Then your thoughts were interrupted when she pulled over and handed everyone flashlights. “Pick out anything you want!” She exclaimed. You all went inside the convenience store. It was such a small thing, but you knew that at the beach, no one but members of the Militant and Provisional Corps were ever allowed to leave. So a little shopping trip must be nice for Rin who could only get out on game days.

You had just picked out some matcha Kit Kat bars when she pulled you aside. Looking around to make sure no one was close enough to hear she whispered to you, “I wouldn’t usually be stupid enough to speak up about this around him, but you just saved my life.” She looked over her back again. “Be careful around Niragi. I promise that whatever you’ve seen from him, he can get much worse. He’s hurt a lot of people. Just a week ago, someone said they saw a girl run out of his room screaming”

“Thank you,” you said. “But, I don’t think I’m allowed to leave.”

There wasn’t time to talk anymore you could hear that Last Boss was close by again. So you returned to filling a shopping bag with little treats. You felt a little guilty, that Rin had put her safety on the line to warn you, but you planned to keep heading towards the red flags anyways.

♠️♥️♣️♦️

Back at the Beach Mira stopped you as you were getting out of the car, “I’d like to talk to you about the six of hearts game, sometime soon. Back in your world I was a Psychiatrist, so if you ever need someone to confide in I’m here.”

Your world that was the second time you heard her refer to it that way.

You practically ran into the lobby back at the Beach. You looked around, hoping to see the tall, dark haired man with a rifle propped on his shoulder. You were a little disappointed when he was no where to be seen, and decided to go up to the second floor balcony to get a better look.

You looked down at the crowd of people. There were people hugging and screaming, glad to see their friends had made it back alive. Others stared at the entrance with dread. One was crying while receiving news of a friend who hadn’t made it back.

As you looked for him an idea was forming in your mind. Niragi’s words from earlier were playing in your mind, ‘in this world you can be the hunter or the prey.’ And you only wanted to be prey if it was his prey.

If it was the thrill of the hunt he was after, you would deliver it to him.

Next Part

#niragi suguru #niragi alice in borderland #niragi x y/n #niragi x reader #niragi x you #niragi fanfiction #niragi aib #Niragi

[disabled-dean]

Please share with the class about The Last Great American Cowboys 🤲🏻 (I dont think I recognize this one either???)

Hello beloved <3

Last time I shared horse death poems 1, 2 & 3, so here's what happens after under the cut (tumblr is gonna fuck up the formatting and I'm gonna let it because I dont want to mess with it)

(Today)

the green is starting 

to come up in the hills

the snow has melted 

and the pasture ground 

is hard and dry enough 

to run the tractor 

and clean out the stalls 

for spring

I find a worn pickaxe 

leaning 

up against 

a closed stall door.

I pick it up and put it 

with the rest of the tools

It is spring

(Horse death poem four)

the mustard weed has become

overgrown in the paddock

and must be pulled away from the barn 

before it dries to brittle husks

so delicate to forest fires

the orange electric cord

snakes 

from the nearest outlet 

the heated blanket faded 

dusty

in an old plastic chair

the ground is alive 

and soft underfoot 

the seasons change

(Mustard Weed)

for the first time

there are too few horses 

in the pasture 

to tamp down 

the dried mustard weed 

growing pale and brittle 

around the barn

the pair remaining-

30 year old mustangs,

ignore the tender-growing

yellow-blossomed bushes 

in favor of hay 

and soft grasses

without the stomping or the eating (and with fire season coming)

we pull the weeds

 by hand

the paddock 

and the pasture horses 

call 

back and forth 

to one another

whenever the barn door rumbles 

open or closed

we wheel the discarded brush 

out to the dumpster

to be chopped fine 

and hauled away

We are pulling the mustard weed by hand.

This has never happened before.

#the last great american cowboys #asks #taylor ily <3

[boyakishantriage]

The alien looked at the gathered army, their delegate barking orders despite not wearing a uniform, soldiers lying dead on the ground.

"So what? Oh, look at me. HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF A SOLDIER OF THE HARLEM HELLS. I'M A CIVILIAN AND I HAVE MORE BALLS. PRIVATE SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STAND IN FORMATION. READY GUNS, HOLD FOR ASSAULT."

"What. Is-"

"Long story. Yemo Waqui, I'll talk to you later. Now either get behind fortifications or get inside."

"Excuse-"

"We're under attack, now either get shelled. Or get behind the forts."

Pointing at the concrete structures, the woman glares at the purple skinned alien. Who obliged, stepping away as something boomed off the horizon.

"RAISE SHIELDS!"

Electrical shielding erupted, standard weaponry as she drew her blade.

"ATTEN HUT. READY WEAPONS!"

"ATTEN HUT!"

Soldiers held their shields, a red shell erupting. Flames curling the battleground, the concrete shielding myself as the heat scorched the grounds.

"WHO'S DEAD?"

"AYE AYE CAPTAIN!"

"WHAT DO WE DO?"

"CHARGE!"

"SO?"

"CHARGE!!"

The shouts came, shields dropped as gunsmen dropped their heavy weapons onto stands. Orders and checks barked across, guns loaded onto the blackened stands as they fired into the ocean.

Up above myself, the turrets pushed up, mechanical weaponry turning heads and turrets dropping to sniper rifles as they let loose volleys. And just as quickly, ear mufflers were forced onto war canals, as the soldier next to me dropped to the floor, hands on her ears. As everything rung out, a first volley striking across the northern peninsula of Australia.

RATATA

RATATA

The guns let loose, occasionally a synchronised CRACK erupted, guns firing soon after the snipers as they fired into ships. Fifty calibres piercing titanium shieldings, and this was just a militia group. Off the horizon, tanks and trucks threw dust as they rode rapidly across the grounds as the woman barked into the radio. Two kilometres off, the alien could hear her.

"EIGHT transports. Over. A2Gs are currently scoping out the ships, nothing so far. Best we got is a sub below ground launching vessels. We can hold for ten, but beyond that, well sir in my humble opinion You'd best launch nearby squids. Over."

She turned to him, brown hair and cat fur flickering across her body as he spoke up.

"So what-"

"extremist group, couple remnants of the Imperialistic rule, hiding out below water. Hardly penetrated below there, somehow they built bases under their and so far-"

"Humans-"

"Yeah. Surprisingly, humans aren't fully united. Some people, for some reason decide to fight us. And y'know what that does?"

"..."

"Force people like us to hide it from you lot. The public knows about it, open secret. But you lot, you weren't meant to see this."

"... So why-"

"THREE MONTHS. YOU ARRIVE THREE MONTHS EARLIER THAN PLANNED."

"... But I thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong. This might surprise you, but humanity had been fighting ever since-"

"SARGENT"

"WHAT"

"Mecha."

Her face drained. Passion dropping as she barked orders.

"ALL UNITS RETREAT INSIDE, FULL RETREAT. THIS IS AN ORDER."

She grabbed a revolver, a glass container rising from the floor, mechanical doors opening atop her.

BANG

"... What-"

The soldier next to him shoved a candle into his mouth, the wax spitting out as the ship erupted with flames. A laughter echoing from the door as it closed shut. The shutters turned off, glass retracting as people rushed to reinforce the facility.

"Excuse me-"

The soldier looked at the alien.

"er. Yeah?"

"What's. It just."

"feels like everything is just happening?"

"... Yes."

"As Sarge mentioned, we're being attacked."

"But why did she shoot herself?"

"... That's classified."

"... Why?"

"You are in a military base sir, we cannot disclose all of our information."

"... So who are you fighting."

She glanced at the lizard, purple skinned and broad shouldered, eyes made for the ocean floor. She took a deep breath. And began to explain history.

#tag #Delta #humans are space orcs

[pmatga]

Just found your blog and I really like it ❤️ so if it's not too much trouble more head cannons about your OC please

you didn't specify which oc you meant so fuck it. you get Multiple

blair spellman

idk if i've ever mentioned it before (i probably have and i just forgot lol) but she has fire powers like her dad! they aren't as strong as his are though bc she's still alive and fleshy and made up of water. she really doesn't use her powers for anything more than lighting a cigarette when she can't find her lighter, however; that's bc she can't control them all that well. like she's not accidentally setting shit on fire left and right (not since puberty at least), but if she has a great emotional outburst (especially an angry outburst), Bad Shit might happen. thankfully blair didn't really inherit their father's temper so Bad Shit doesn't really happen all that often. don't get me wrong, they Do have issues with anger but that's more due to trauma than anything related to bets (plus she deals with her anger issues in a different, yet still unhealthy way)

is the type to wear axe body spray in lieu of Actually showering because "it’s basically the same thing, right?"

prefers nightclubs to house parties.

another thing that i don't remember if i've ever mentioned before: they were on the track team back in high school. their coach once told them that if they worked hard enough, they could really go places (funny how that worked out). she's not nearly as good of a runner than she used to be, but she can still, say, outrun a swarm of ghosts if she tries hard enough (adrenaline is crazy man)

their last name, spellman, is a surname they decided for themself. and even after reconnecting with their mom's side of their bio family, they still keep their last name as spellman. it's Important to them.

has little to no social media presence. like they have accounts but they never post, they mostly just lurk

she accidentally burned down the last place she worked at (a 7/11). an argument between her and a coworker got heated (pun only slightly intended) and…well. i'm sure you can guess. thankfully no else aside from blair & her coworker were there and they got out more or less fine, so she didn't kill or seriously injure anyone (and she's lucky she didn't). and bc they could never really prove it was her---everything pointed to an electrical fire, even if they could never figure out how the fire got started so quickly nor why it didn't spread beyond the store---she never got in trouble for it nor did she have to pay for it. it scared the shit out of her though, and ever since she tends to stay away from the vicinity.

robert jadeite

if he were in the show, there'd be a running joke abt him having Just So Many shitty jobs. does he just quit/get fired a lot, or does he actually have 15+ jobs? we will never know. for example: waiter, late night gas station attendant, cashier at pacmart (walmart), working the drive-thru at pacdonalds (mcdonalds), pacbucks barista (or maybe starpacs? idk), the guy at a water park who tells you when you can go down the slide, etc. he has so many jobs and he hates every single one of them.

has a semi-popular youtube (pactube?) channel. all his videos are either "sitting in my car or on my kitchen/bathroom floor" style rant vids or 1-3 hour long vids on a hyperfixation-induced rabbit hole he'd gone down.

prefers house parties to nightclubs.

has pretty bad insomnia. he's lucky if he gets 4-5 hours of sleep a night.

he's a college dropout (mental health reasons + mid-semester identity crisis) and was majoring in marketing prior to that. he currently doesn't know what he wants to do with his life and doesn't like thinking abt it bc thinking abt the future scares him.

orbitalia spheros

she’s betrayus & stratos’ half-sister and her bio dad is japanese (or pac-japanese? since tokyo is called pac-tokyo). she didn't meet her bio dad until later in life, as rotunda never told him abt orbitalia's existence. things were shaky between the two of them at first (orbie & her dad i mean) but they're more or less alright now

sunny and orbitalia were best friends back in high school. they drifted apart some in college but they were still very close. orbie & zac were Also friends but weren't As close as she and sunny were.

she Does Not have a good relationship with either of her brothers; she's never really been close with either of them tbh. it's mostly why she almost never comes down to pacopolis except to pick up elliptica whenever she visits.

has made a few attempts to get back into the dating scene over the years, but each and every time these relationships end up dissolving bc her heart's just...not into it (and also bc well. never receiving closure on whatever happened to her husband kinda makes it hard for her to properly grieve which makes it hard to Actually move on). she's still friends with most of her exes though.

akahiro murasaki

was Not A Fan of his in-laws. this is mostly for two reasons: 1.) if there is one thing that both of the spheros brothers are equally good at, it’s at testing the patience of everyone forced by social convention to interact with them, and 2.) orbitalia told akahiro Some Really Concerning Shit abt growing up with rotunda as a mother and stratos & betrayus as brothers. y'know that thing where you're telling someone what you think is a funny story only for them to look at you in horror bc it was actually traumatic? yeah. so while he was willing to be civil for orbitalia's (and later elliptica's) sake, he didn't really go out of his way to be overly friendly to them.

is a transhet man (he/him), he & orbitalia were t4t

liked wearing boots with slight heels (much like his brother-in-laws ironically enough). not really so he'd seem taller (he was 5'9" and was perfectly content with that) but bc they looked good and that's it

was quietly self-confident. he looked good, he was good at what he did, he knew it, and he didn't necessarily feel the need to flaunt it (those kind of ppl annoyed the hell out of him tbh).

that being said he Did have some insecurities, mostly abt whether or not he was actually a good husband and (later on) a good father. as i've said before, he wasn't the most emotionally demonstrative person in the world and he worried abt whether or not orbitalia & elliptica knew that he loved them. orbitalia did (even if she did occasionally have her doubts bc anxiety be like that) and elliptica did too (at the time, at least. nowadays elli's not entirely sure)

gwendolyn hollow

her voiceclaim is sally from the nightmare before christmas

you know how i once mentioned that she uses secret tape recorders to record things? yeah. she does that so 1.) she doesn't have to just rely on her poor memory, 2.) she can decipher anything she doesn't understand later, and 3.) as a sort of audio diary.

is an appreciator of small things, like buttons and strings of ribbon, rocks, animal bones, and such. sometimes she will stare at little things that interest her for so long that griffin or even the good doctor pacenstein himself have to tell her to “move along, girl.”

slightly related to the above hc: pacenstein & griffin call her "girl" a lot. keep in mind she's at least 20 years old.

her middle name, elizabeth, is derived from pacenstein's ex-fiancée elizabeth from way back in the 1800s. and yes it's fucking weird that a.) griffin let his great+ uncle name his first and only child and b.) pacenstein named his grand niece after his ex. like sure it's just her middle name but still. weird shit.

isn't allowed to interact or even show her face to any visitors to pacenstein manor. this is bc the last time she interacted with a visitor (it was literally just to take their coat), they took one look at her, got freaked out, and made an excuse to leave. she was never really told Why but was led to believe it was bc she resembles her great-uncle. it's not.

genuinely doesn't know Jack Shit abt almost anything that's happened outside the castle and what little she Has learned has been history from like...200 years ago, so nothing recent. a whole fucking WAR happened within her lifetime and she's completely unaware of any of it.

griffin hollow

as the caretaker of pacenstein manor and the only one who can/is allowed to leave the castle, he’s usually the one who takes care of dr. pacenstein’s personal affairs---gathering supplies and equipment for them both (yes sometimes this includes Literal Graverobbing), arranging meetings with potential clients, and finding out any recent developments in pacworld (never hurts to keep informed!).

is really fucking cowardly and tends to bend towards dr. pacenstein's will, especially where gwen is concerned. he is Far Too Willing to throw her under the bus if it means getting his great+ uncle's approval.

much like his great-uncle (and much like most of his contemporaries tbh), he believes that his intelligence is far superior to most people’s and that others should be grateful to bask in his presence. unlike his great-uncle (and most of his contemporaries), however, he also knows that this isn’t a stance that endears him to others, so he usually shuts up abt it.

he doesn't express anger in the traditional sense. like he won’t yell (most of the time), get physically violent (again most of the time), or even directly tell someone he’s angry. instead, he chooses to express anger by doing this…passive-aggressive, just downright weird shit whenever he's mad abt something. like "accidentally" locking someone in a room/out of the house, hiding things (usually sentimental possessions or necessary items like keys), turning off the heating/air conditioner with no warning, etc..

#blair spellman #robert jadeite #orbitalia spheros #akahiro murasaki #gwendolyn hollow #griffin hollow #pmatga oc #pmatga #asks #anonymous #also i guess these aren't Really hcs bc i decide what is canon with them #but you get the idea

[rogueshadeaux]

Chapter Ten — Settling

Was it Mom? Was it what happened in the alley? My eyes trailed off, looking away — I couldn’t stand seeing Dad like that — and instead landed on the height chart of him and his brother. Reggie. Dad never told us much about him beyond his name, a few stories about how he always bailed Dad out of trouble — but I didn’t know how he died. Did this run deeper than just Mom? Was Dad haunted by his brother? Could be his parents too — if they died from the Ray Field Plague, then that means they weren’t Conduits. He didn’t…he couldn’t be blaming himself for that either, right?

3.2 words | 10 min read time | TRIGGER WARNINGS: familial loss

We all eventually collapsed on our various spaces in the living room, Dad taking the couch and sleeping at our heads after we had a huddled movie night around Dad’s phone. Morning came with the sudden noisy hum of the fridge and the HVAC’s heating pushing through, that weird stench of it not being used recently filling the house. “Oh, electricity’s on, good,” Dad mumbled huskily, relaxing. “We can do the basement today.”

Well, we were gonna, until Dad forced study time on us.

I don’t know how he could expect us to be able to study for exams with everything that had happened. And to think this was literally all I wanted to do — study, stress about exams, only have the mundane to worry about. It felt superficial now to frantically try to find study material for AP Lit since my textbook was a state away.

Dad made us split his phone, Brent stealing it to open up tabs on Chemistry while I sort of fumbled around. At least I had a study packet — otherwise this would have been useless. Dad took to disappearing through a door in the hall while we slummed away at our studying, trying hard to actually pretend to care.“This is stupid,” I heard Brent mutter.

“You’re one to talk,” I whispered back, “Architecture just got way easier for you. You can just make your little buildings whenever you want. How the fuck am I supposed to use water in art?”

“Watercolors.” He tried to deadpan, failing as an amused smirk slid on his face. “It’s in the name.”

I raised a hand and flicked my fingers towards him, water condensing on their tips and flinging onto his face. He sputtered, flinching with the splash and then warning me how I was so lucky he couldn’t do the same.

Betty eventually saved us from the torture, the trunk of her little Beetle full of refrigerated essentials; milk, eggs. A tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream she insisted counted. Dad emerged, a box in hand, greeting Betty with a joking, “Finally — thought you were trying to get out of helping us unpack,”

“I would never!” Betty balked. “I’m not one to pass up being nosy, Delsin, you know that.”

“And yet you’d always yell at me for it,” Dad rolled his eyes.

“Well it was my job to make sure you grew up better than me, after all,”

Dad made Brent help with moving the mattresses into the master bedroom, a task made far easier and yet absolutely hectic as he went to pull the mattress up and instead launched it towards the ceiling, knocking the spinning fan and making it wobble around.

The sound made poor Betty jump in place, her ankles popping with the sudden movement as Dad launched forward to catch the mattress before it tumbled into the fireplace. “Jesus Christ, Brent,” Dad breathed out on a laugh, struggling to balance the mattress in the air before pushing it to the side, away from the fire.

Brent was 3 shades redder than normal, muttering apologies that Dad waved off. But he wasn’t willing to drop the subject yet. “I mean, I got stronger when I got my powers, but not like this,”

“Do you think it’s his powers, perhaps?” Betty chimed in, hand still clasped to her chest.

“I mean, if his skin can turn metal, why not muscles?” I added.

Dad nodded slowly, messing with the 5 o’clock shadow that was overgrowing on him quick like a yard after a storm before suddenly slapping his hand on Brent���s bicep. “Flex.” He demanded.

“Dad—“ Brent stressed, somehow getting redder.

“C’mon son,” Dad insisted. “I’m not asking you to strip or anything,”

Way he was acting though, Dad may as well have.

Brent was the sporty one, football in the fall and baseball in the spring with weightlifting in between, and has always been on the stronger side. The bigger side. But now, with the room being warm enough to not need a carhart and with his sleeves rolled up, I realized he did look different. Not bigger, but like…defined, I guess. The muscles in his arm were showing more now instead of coexisting with his skin, straining the hem on the arm of his Akomish Rez shirt.

Brent relented, tensing his arm under Dad’s grip. His hand moved violently, his skin refusing to dimple under Dad’s grip when he gave a gentle squeeze. “Holy shit, Brent, I think Jean is right,”

Brent became our sideshow, being poked and prodded as we realized his muscles were, literally, solid steel. I copied Dad when Brent was doing his full mimicry, flicking his bicep and flinching away at the pain of hitting steel. “That’s not fair! Why didn’t I get that?” I complained. Why does he get to be the cool superhero with the pecks and the bull-like strength?

These Conduit powers better have at least erased my lactose intolerance.

Betty took my place, asking Brent and Dad a million questions like your power is steel? and are you doing that voluntarily? I moved back a few steps, leaned back against the same wall I was on when they pulled into the driveway, watching Dad and Betty fuss over him, encouraging him to go full steel to see if it would affect anything.

Dad and Brent were in the middle of seeing if he could concentrate making only a single part of his body a normal epidermis when he yelped, jumping suddenly as the little circular red magnet I threw stuck itself to his forehead with a loud CLACK.

“Huh,” I said, smirking a bit as Brent glared at me. “So you’re probably not stainless steel,”

“You couldn’t think of any other way to test that?”

“Shut up before I stick a report card on you.”

“She has a point,” Dad said, peeling the magnet off of Brent’s forehead. “Aren’t there a bunch of different kinds of steel? We should test and see if you have any limitations. In fact,” he looked over at me. “I want to do that for both of you, later today. See how far you can take your powers. After that, we’ll have to…well, we’ll have to train you to fight—“

“Oh, Delsin, you don’t think that’s necessary—“ Betty began.

“They need to. Whoever sent those Akurans to attack us in Portland isn’t going to give up.” Dad looked at Betty, something pleading in his eyes. “They’ve got to learn to protect themselves in case I…if I can’t…”

I never understood what people meant when they said silence could be deafening. Yeah, sure, there've been instances that the silence seemed to speak louder than words; that bad comedy bit during the talent show that one time, the assembly when we were told our 3rd grade teacher had passed. But deafening? I hadn’t really gotten that until now. Dad’s voice died off, his face almost distressed as he shot back to whatever memory was holding him captive.

Was it Mom? Was it what happened in the alley? My eyes trailed off, looking away — I couldn’t stand seeing Dad like that — and instead landed on the height chart of him and his brother. Reggie. Dad never told us much about him beyond his name, a few stories about how he always bailed Dad out of trouble — but I didn’t know how he died. Did this run deeper than just Mom? Was Dad haunted by his brother? Could be his parents too — if they died from the Ray Field Plague, then that means they weren’t Conduits. He didn’t…he couldn’t be blaming himself for that either, right?

Brent turned full human again, the action pulling Betty’s attention from Dad’s gaze and prompting her to say, “Well, let’s at least get the house more livable before you do any of that. You two move the beds to the room, Regina and I will start bringing up boxes from the basement.”

That was enough to change the atmosphere of the room, Dad nodding and then making a joke of warning Brent not to send the bed through the roof the next time he lifts it. Betty motioned for me to follow her, us leaving the boys to begin trying to fit the mattresses down the narrow hallway as she led me to the same door Dad emerged from earlier.

Most of the house was wood, a sort of vintage vibe stocked with paneling and patterned shag carpet that I imagine was older than Dad. Which is why the sudden dive into a modern looking staircase, followed by a steeled blue and gray hallway took me by surprise. It was like stepping back into the 21st century. There were three doors, Betty choosing the first on the right, which was already cracked open.

There weren’t as many boxes as I thought there’d be — sure, there were a good dozen, but they only took up half of the room. The other half was empty save for a yellow and white striped surfboard propped up against the soft artichoke colored walls, a pile of gray and white bedding absolutely covered in dust on the ground beside it. “Huh, I didn’t know Dad could surf!” I exclaimed, going to grip the board. Whenever we got to go to the beach, he’d never avoid the waves — but he never volunteered himself to try surfing, even when Brent did.

Betty, looking between two boxes and their labels, simply replied, “He doesn’t.”

Dad…doesn’t? Then whose…

I took a better look at the room: green, split halfway down the wall with a partitioned border that gave away to an eggshell shade. Dad hated green, to a comedic degree. The only time I’d ever gotten him in anything remotely green was my 6th grade Father Daughter Dance, and honestly, that was just for the fun of hearing his sarcastic quips about how he looked like Shrek the Ogre. All over a shirt! The entire suit wasn’t even green! His room wouldn’t willingly be green, not in a million years.

It was around this time that I noticed another box, a lone, small one helping hold the surfboard up. Gently leaning the board forward, I looked at the box, Reggie’s photography stuff written in a shaky form of Dad’s handwriting on top.

This was Reggie’s room.

A thousand questions ran through my head. Dad’s past was always sort of illusive; he’d shut down whenever we’d ask him about his past, would sort of trail off in the middle of a story when he did reveal anything, falling into nothing but pursed lips and sad eyes. At least, now I understood there was a layer of safety to why we never knew anything about anyone. But I just wanted to know, with the proof all right here; who was Reggie?

Betty definitely wasn’t the person to ask, though. She probably knew him, but Dad deserved the chance to make good on that honesty promise.

Instead of satiating a single question, I asked Betty, “What kind of stuff are we unpacking? What should I leave?”

She heaved a box against her hip, spinning to face me. “Any of them, really. They’re mostly old house supplies, so hopefully they will help you all settle in easier.”

“And Reggie’s things?”

Betty’s eyes trailed over to the surfboard, and the box I exposed by moving it. “Leave it for your father to decide.”

Betty began out the room, leaving me to scramble for a box and rush behind, almost tripping on the first step. Dad and Brent were just emerging from the nursery as I entered the hall, Dad immediately offering to take the box I held and sending me back down with Brent.

I led him back down, Brent cracking a joke at how modern the basement looked. “Wonder why they didn’t do the whole house? Upstairs looks like a scene from That 70’s Show.”

“Can’t imagine it’s cheap. Plus, I dunno,” I opened Reggie’s door, “Kind of gives it a sweet rustic vibe.”

“Yeah,” he snorted, rolling his eyes, “Okay,”

It wasn’t surprising when Brent rushed over to the surfboard; out of us three, he was the only one that ever had the nerve to get on one. “Woah, look at this,” he hummed, gripping the board and turning it in his hands. “Hey, Jean, think you can make waves in the Sound?”

I paused for only a moment while grabbing a box: waves? That would be awesome. But we needed to lie low, and I wasn’t sure messing around and accidentally causing a tsunami or something was discreet. So instead, I teased, “Sure you’re not just gonna sink like lead?”

Brent sort of tossed his head aside, contemplating the possibility as he looked back at the board — and down at the box. I could see him go through the same realization I did, looking around, back at the box, then to the board, which he gently replaced.

But Brent wasn’t one to be serious for so long, settling the info somewhere deep in his mind as he asked, “So is it too late to call dibs on this room? I like the colors,”

We cleaned out Reggie’s old bedroom, the only thing left being the small corner of his possessions, which grew to gain two more boxes. Unopened. We seemed to be in silent agreement that it wasn’t our right to open those. “I should get Dad,” Brent said. “Ask him what to do with all this.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, wiping my brow. Definitely didn’t gain any fun strength powers. “Yeah, okay. I’ll go start on the other room.”

So we left, Brent walking down the hall while I walked across to what I assumed was the door to the other bedroom. I entered a surprising fight with the hinges, them screaming in protest as I made them move for the first time in nearly 18 years; but finally, after a good shoulder check, I stuck my head in—

And lost all fight once I looked around.

Without a doubt, this was Dad’s room. It was graffitied to hell, only little splotches of white peaking through the blues and reds and blacks as negative space. Even the ceiling wasn’t spared, his name tagged against the texture of the popcorn, faded from who knows how long. The work around the room reflected Delsin Rowe — er, Dad’s — style found in Seattle, a bunch of tongue-in-cheek bits: a man using a red-and-blue tinged stock line as a whip on poor retail workers, a traditional Akomish with red warpaint that looked more like blood than paint, especially with the pile of bodies in the background with a politician standing atop them like that pic of Iwo Jima. The red stripes of the American flag acting as a jail cell for a black man.

It was all Rowe, but it looked…wrong? Like a case of uncanny valley. And it took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize it was because these pieces were rough around the edges, a testament of a budding artist.

These were the firsts of his work. Him finding his style, his expression.

“Jesus, these look bad,” Dad laughed behind me, making me jump so hard I knocked my head against the doorframe. I slipped up, cursing, receiving a, “Jean, words,” from Dad as he turned me to face him, checking my temple.

“You scared me,” I laughed, trying to shake away the pain in my head. What was it about door frames that seemed to increase the pain?

“Well, if you weren’t standing in the middle of the hallway,” he jokingly chastised, releasing his gaze on me and laying a hand on the door, pushing it open further with an annoyed grunt. We’d definitely have to invest in some WD-40.

I walked in at Dad’s insistence, looking at the wall the door was a part of for the bit of art I missed. There was more hiding behind the piles of cardboard, I imagine — but what I saw was enough to leave my mouth agape.

At least, until Dad cleared his throat behind me and I spun on him, crossing my arms. “So, this whole time — every time I’d talk about Delsin Rowe’s art—“

“Oh, yeah, that was uh,” Dad laughed breathlessly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Quite the ego boost, lemme tell you.”

“I hate you.” But there was no malice; the words were followed by chuckling, me rolling my eyes as Dad shoved his hands in his pockets. “And you used to yell at me about drawing on the walls,”

“Hey, to be fair, my parents weren’t exactly excited about me doing this, either.” Dad walked past, running a finger along a stream of blue paint to see if it would give away. “This room used to smell terrible, too. I probably have some kind of disease from sleeping in here with those paint fumes.”

God, spray paint smell in a basement room? I’m surprised he didn’t asphyxiate.

But Dad, the Rowland I once was convinced he was…that man never did art. Always said he was bad at it. “Dad? When was the last time you did something like this?”

Dad hummed, brows furrowing for only a moment as he processed what I meant. This. Art. “Oh. Well, the last big project I had was…well, the nursery.”

18 years. Has he not done anything else in 18 years?

Dad must have seen my shock, because he rushed to say, “I mean, I’ve done some sketches. I actually have a journal hiding in my file cabinet at COLE. But I haven’t been able to…to do anything that could be seen by someone. What if they saw my art style and traced it back to Delsin Rowe, y’know?” He shrugged, obviously bothered and trying his hardest to appear not to be. “Had to be safe.”

That list just kept growing. There was so much of Dad he had to leave behind to keep Brent and I safe. I didn’t even know he was Akomish until we rolled up on the reservation! He told us we were Italian!

He practically scrubbed himself from existence, put on this façade of a man to…keep us safe. How lonely was that? Unable to even say ‘hey, I like to draw!’ without worrying it’ll kill your entire family. It sounded so isolating. The fact that he didn’t just explode at the seams from holding so much of himself captive was a mystery to me.

But we were in the midst of honesty, right? And I think I was being too selfish, wanting all his truths for myself; maybe we needed to reserve some for him. Which is why, after another glance around, I asked, “You mind, well…” God, why was I suddenly bashful? This was Dad. “Well, I’ve always thought tagging was cool. Maybe we could…”

He cocked his head to the side, confused for only a moment at what I was asking before, slowly, a wide grin spread on his face. “Sure, if you want. ‘Course, we have to figure out a way to do it legally. Can’t tell you how many times I was arrested while tagging.” He shook his head, chuckling gently. “You sure you want to try graffiti, though? Don’t think watercolors would be a better choice?”

“Brent already made that joke,”

“Damnit.”

#infamous erosion #infamous second son #infamous delsin #delsin rowe #reggie rowe #fetch walker #abigail walker #infamous #infamous 2 #Betty needs a last name damnit #fanfic #fanfiction #Sucker Punch Productions #Water Conduit Regina was inspired by the Water Conduit Reggie fannon that is literally everywhere i go for inFAMOUS stuff I swear to gOD--

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electric touch

Summary: All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life.

Set during the staged honeymoon period of Reo and Isagi in Hawaii. Expounding on some missing scenes from my finished multichaptered Reosagi fic, “Betrothed.” Of how Reo and Isagi gotten closer to each other and blurred the lines between their bogus relationship and what their heart is yearning for.

Characters: Isagi Yoichi & Mikage Reo

(A/N: This is not the one-shot sequel I was speaking about in my last author’s notes in my finished fic, “Betrothed.” This is merely a one-shot fic depicting some of the missing scenes between Reo and Isagi’s stay in Hawaii during their staged honeymoon for the media. I wanted to expound on some missing scenes to show on how they gradually fall in love with each other as their days passed by in that lovely island. This is also inspired by one of vault tracks from Speak Now TV which is Electric Touch. For those readers who have not read Betrothed yet, if you want to get the gist of this story, I highly suggest for you to read Betrothed first then start reading this afterward. But you can also read this as a standalone fic if you want. It’s your choice to do so. So, without any further ado, here is this short finish fic dedicated to my fellow Reosagi shippers in the fandom. Hope that you enjoy this as much as I did when I wrote it. Lastly, I don’t own anything from this franchise except for this fic of mine. This wonderful manga belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura. And this lovely song belongs to Taylor Swift feat. Fall Out Boy).

Just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay

Just an hour 'til your car's in the driveway

Just the first time ever hangin' out with you tonight

I've got my money on things goin' badly

Got a history of stories ending sadly

Still hoping that the fire won't burn me

Just one time, just one time

Isagi tried to calm down his stuttering heart as he waited for Reo down in the hallway.

It wasn’t the first time that they stroll along the beautiful and picturesque views in Hawaii.

But this was the first time that they’re hanging out normally. Like without any preconceived notions of just throwing off the paparazzi or the other people around them for a show.

Was this considered as a date?

Isagi immediately shook his head. No. He shouldn’t get ahead of himself.

Just because Reo had asked him casually the other day if he’s free to hang out with him at the Hanalei Bay in Kauaʻi beach to have a picnic with him to watch the sunset doesn’t mean anything to him.

He shouldn’t put any meaning behind it.

Isagi knew that he’s threading on a dangerous line if he didn’t stop his heart from having these stubborn notions of something meaningful that’s been happening to the both of them.

‘Calm the fuck down Isagi and get your head out of the gutter you idiot.’ His mind scoffed at him and he was tempted to bang his head against the wall just to make his brain shut up sometimes.

His breath hitched inside his throat and his heart leapt wildly inside his chest when his eyes finally spotted on Reo approaching his direction.

When their eyes met, Reo gave him one of those smiles that he’d usually see in the pages of society magazines but it never failed to take his breath away.

He found himself smiling back and giving out a simple wave of recognition.

Isagi ignored the way his heart would stubbornly cling into hope.

Clinging into a hopeful thought that their bogus relationship would end and turned out for real this time.

Isagi was in a clusterfuck of a mess when it came to Reo.

But he found himself being pulled into his orbit foolishly and he couldn’t rein his stubborn heart this time.

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

A soft moan escaped from Isagi’s lips as Reo’s mouth latched into one of his sensitive nubs and gave it kitten licks while he bounced on his lap like a spinning top, his eyes rolling back and drool slipping out at the side of his mouth in pleasure as the other’s throbbing cock reached deeply into him and hit all the right places inside of him.

“Ngh… Ah… Reo… Reo…! ‘S good…! I-I can’t…” Isagi mewled helplessly as his hands gripped his shoulder tightly for leverage and support as Reo reciprocated his actions enthusiastically and grinded harder in return, making his legs trembled like a leaf and his body shivered deliciously against him.

“You can my dear husband. You’ve taken it before…” Reo whispered seductively as he held his hips in a vice like grip and controlled his motions, making him jumped on his cock faster and harder in return which made the other cry out in pleasure. His amethyst irises gleamed lasciviously and let his tongue took a hungry swipe at his torso.

The movie was still on the television and continuously played on the background but the sounds that were coming out from it were drowned out by the salacious moans and erotic noises that were coming out from their mouths with the loud creaking of the bed against their wild movements on the mattress.

What should be a simple movie night between the two of them to pass the time inside their room turned into a wild night of carnal embrace as it started out as a simple brushed of their hands together at getting popcorn inside the bowl or how their legs scraped innocently with one another when they moved on the sofa because of the cramped space between the two of them.

No words were spoken between the two of them as they let their traitorous bodies communicate with one another, getting pulled into a magnetic haze and slotting their lips perfectly with each other like pieces of a missing puzzle.

Isagi knew that they he shouldn’t continue this kind of set up with Reo but with a just a simple gaze into his lustrous orchid irises alone, his resolve would crumble down and knees weak like a jelly.

Despite their animosity with one another, Reo continued to awaken something within him that left his mind and heart in a chaotic mess and completely enamored by the charming yet enigmatic man beneath him.

Reo’s touches and passionate kisses sent an electrifying sensation inside his veins and made his body trembled like a leaf against his arms. He was at the mercy of the young heir and he let him toy with his body as he pleases because he was on the receiving end of the sinful yet delicious pleasure and ecstasy which turned him into a whimpering mess of a paramour on top of him.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! If we keep going like this…. I’m gonna…!” Isagi moaned out loudly as the other hit his sweet spot and abused it repeatedly which made his eyes rolled back and drool cascaded down from the underside of his lips.

“Gonna what baby hmmm?” Reo asked in a sultry voice as his mouth busied itself on showering every inch of his skin with his fiery kisses while Isagi couldn’t stop his body from riding him like he was in a horse race even if he was already reaching his limit.

“I’m gonna come Reo…! Ngh… Wanna come please…! You’re just too big I c-can’t…!” Isagi whined needily, tears of pleasure streaming down his cheeks as a helpless mewl escaped his lips when he suddenly reached his peak and came untouched on top of him, splashing their chests with the hot streaks of his cum.

Reo licked his lips as some streaks of his cum landed on his mouth to which Isagi could only stared down on him dazedly, his cheeks flushed and weak moans slipping past his lips as Reo continued to grind down harder underneath him while he chased his own release.

However, the next few seconds came out in a blur as Reo suddenly flipped their positions on the bed and Isagi found himself being pinned down on the mattress by the other who was now situated on top him.

“Now, you’d be a docile and kind husband to me if you will let me come right? I haven’t even come yet so I hope that you’ll be kind enough to let me…” Reo whispered seductively as he licked at the shell of his ear which made the other groan out in delight and anticipation.

“F-fuck… R-reo… Please… Slow down… Ngh…” Isagi gasped lightly as Reo pulled away suddenly before slamming back into him ferociously that had Isagi screaming and keening out in pleasure and ecstasy.

“Fuck Isagi. You feel good around me! Like you’re made to take my cock! If you can look at yourself right now…!” Reo chuckled lowly only to be interrupted by a series of moans as his walls clenched around him and feeling the other’s nails raking down on his back which sent a delicious sensation across his spine.

“There! Right there please! Reo! God! Harder! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Isagi mewled like a helpless kitten beneath him as Reo continued to plow him on the mattress with avid ferocity that had the bed shaking back and forth.

“Fuck I’m gonna…!” Reo cursed out under his breath as he could feel his impending release and his body almost reaching at his limit.

“Fuck! Yes! Reo inside please! Inside! Wanna let you fill me up until I’m full! Fuck! Feels good! Don’t stop please!” Isagi babbled incoherently as his entire being operated on need and want, moaning and mewling beneath him like a bitch in heat.

With a loud moan leaving his lips, Reo reached his climax and spilled everything inside of him, painting his walls white with the hot splashes of his cum until it dripped down on his legs slowly.

A weak moan left Isagi’s lips as he felt full of being filled up to his brim instantaneously, his grip loosened on Reo’s back as he let the other fell of top of him, breathing raggedly against his neck. He could feel the loud beating of their hearts inside their chests.

For a moment, nothing can be heard except for their heavy breathing until a light gasp slipped past Isagi’s lips as he felt Reo nipping on the crook of his neck which was still sensitive from their activities.

“Reo… W-what are you d-doing…?” It came out as a groan when he felt Reo’s hand started to roam on his body once again.

“Hmm? What does it look like my dear husband? If you don’t me to continue then tell me to stop.” Reo replied huskily as his face was a few inches away from his until he leaned down and captured his lips in an invigorating kiss that set their nerves and bodies on fire once again.

Isagi wanted to tell him to stop this madness but his heart and body was always weak for him and unable to see reason.

He’d let him make love to him that night several times and let him claim his heart, body, and soul repeatedly in throes of passion and lust.

Reo was his sweetest downfall in a lifetime.

I've been left in the rain lost and pining

I'm tryin' hard not to look like I'm trying

'Cause every time I tried hard for love, it fell apart (whoa)

I've gotten used to no one callin' my phone

I've grown accustomed to sleepin' alone

Still, I know that all it takes is to get it right

Just one time, just one time

His mauve irises looked over at the horizon beyond him as he sat quietly in a chair at their balcony.

Even in a moment like this, his body was used in waking up early in the morning due to his hectic lifestyle at work as the new CEO of their corporation.

Reo stared at the rising sun as it brought out a soft tinge of reddish hues across the sky and painted the ocean with a golden halo for a moment.

In a rare moment like this, he got to relax and stared peacefully at the beautiful scenery in front of him without dashing out of the door as if he was chasing his time to get into his office.

And…

…

His eyes drifted over at the bed which was covered slightly by the curtains but he could see the silhouette of his husband who was still in deep slumber with blanket covering only the lower part of his body and revealed his naked chest which was littered with faint love bites and marks that he made when they made love last night more than once that he lost count of how many times it was as they were going at it until the ungodly hours of the night.

He instantaneously looked away as his eyes settled on the sky above him. Reo didn’t want his gaze to linger for far too long because he knew that his traitorous body would react on its own and succumbed again to the swirling haze of want and desire for the other every time he saw his ravishing looks or when their gazes meet and how he could easily drown into the depths of his ocean blue eyes.

But could he say that they had made love last night when it was clear as a day that there were no feelings involved between the two of them and it was just a moment of weakness to indulge in their own pleasures amid the pressure of keeping up their façade of this marriage which was born out of necessity and convenience?

It had been so long since Reo had felt like this.

He wanted to take control of his emotions because he knew that it was only way he can squashed away these confusing feelings that were swirling and causing havoc inside of him.

He’s trying his very best not to fall without having a parachute because he knew that if he did and if no one was there to catch him, his heart will shatter into tiny, little pieces for the second time again.

Reo grew accustomed to being alone and with no one to greet into when he got home after a long, grueling day at work. Or no one talk into just because he wanted to…

…

And he didn’t want to be back to that world where he had fallen apart because he was so done with that.

He knew that it was difficult but he needed to reign his foolish heart in the cold reality of their situation and let his commonsense win because if he let his emotions prevailed him…

…Reo knew that he can’t let Isagi go or slipped away from his grasp ever again.

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch

Scrolling down on the screen of his phone, Isagi read his newsfeed mindlessly as he was lying on the couch in silence.

He was inside their hotel room all alone upon waking up since Reo was not in there except for a simple text message on his phone that he had to hit the hotel’s gym on the 15th floor to do his usual routine of morning exercise.

Apparently, Reo didn’t wake him up as when he woke up from a deep slumber, it was already 10 in the morning.

Even though he was sore all over, he’d notice that he was freshly dressed in plain white clothes and the sheets were crisp and clean.

A small blush formed on his cheeks at the thought of Reo cleaning him after having several rounds of sex last night to which he received the brunt of it.

Isagi immediately shook his head as if he wanted to banish the thought away.

Suddenly he saw something on the screen of his phone that caught his attention.

“Meiji Takenoko No Sato Chocolate?” Isagi read out loud before an idea popped into his head which made him rose from the couch with a slight wince on his expression because his hips were still hurting like hell from last night. Damn. Reo didn’t hold back from fucking him voraciously last night.

He checked the calendar on his phone and there was a note on that day.

It’s Reo’s birthday today.

It shouldn’t bother him but the thought of not being able to give something to Reo on his special day made his heart twinge slightly at the thought.

“Well, it’s not like it matters because he’s rich and he can have all the good things he wants with just a swipe of his card.” He scoffed lightly to himself before he sighed and went back to the site of the convenience store again nearby.

He just stared at the object in front of him in silence before he decided to click on adding it to cart and proceeding to check it out.

Hopefully, he’d made the right decision and won’t embarrass himself in the measly present that he was about to give him later this day.

I was thinking just one time (just one time)

Maybe the stars align (just one time)

And maybe I call you mine

And you won't need space

Or string me along while you decide

And just one time (just one time)

Maybe the moment's right (the moment's right)

It's 8:05 and I see two headlights

The faint rustling sound of the footsteps coming from the doorway caught Isagi’s attention and snapped his head towards his direction to find out that Reo went inside, his hair was freshly damp from the gym showers that he hit on after his morning exercise.

“Oh, good morning Isagi. You’re finally awake. Have you eaten? We can ring the hotel staff to bring us some lunch here.” Reo greeted him as he made his way towards his direction.

“We can do that. I’ve only had some coffee earlier anyway.” Isagi replied before he paused, a look of hesitation crossing his features.

Reo took noticed of this and looked at him expectantly.

“Well got something to say Isagi-kun?” He couldn’t help but to ask teasingly, seeing his hesitance and confoundment cute and amusing.

“Stop that…” Isagi grumbled under his breath, looking away as he brought out something from the under the table and handed something to him.

“Hmm?” Reo blinked a few times before he took the offered object on his hands and stared at it in silence.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s just that it’s your birthday today and I don’t know what else to give you. But I did remember that you love bamboo shoot village chocolates so I decided to just give it to you as a birthday gift… So yeah, happy birthday I guess...” Isagi muttered.

“How did you know that it was my favorite?” Reo asked, staring back and forth from Isagi to the box of Meiji’s bamboo shoot village chocolates on his hands in wonder.

“That’s because you’re my husband.” Isagi looked at him as if he asked him a nonsense question. “Even if we just got married out of necessity and will divorce soon, it’s only prudent to still getting to know the person you’re marrying into.” He added.

Reo grew silent for a moment, there was look on his face that Isagi couldn’t decipher. It was one of those rare times that he had a hard time guessing what’s on his mind from his expressions alone as Reo can be a closed off person even though he was always an exuberant, outspoken, and charming person most of the time.

Unable to withstand the growing silence between the two of them, Isagi finally stood up and was about to leave him in peace.

“Oh well, would you want me to ring the hotel staff from the phone to or—.”

His words died in his throat as Reo suddenly caught his wrist and spun him around, pulling him against his chest and capturing his lips in a captivating kiss which made his pulse skyrocketed and heart leapt wildly inside his chest.

“R-reo…” He murmured against his lips and gasped lightly as Reo’s arms encircled around his waist firmly as if he never wanted to let him go.

Reo was about to deepen their shared kiss before Isagi pulled away abruptly to catch his breath and glared at him weakly, his face flushed and eyes glittering with unshed befuddlement and anticipation at the same time.

“Hmm? You did say that it was my birthday, right? But you didn’t ask me yet on what I really want for my birthday.” Reo whispered seductively, his hot breaths fanning against his skin which sent a shiver across his spine.

“W-well what do you r-really want for your birthday t-today?” Isagi inwardly cursed at himself for stammering like a lovesick idiot in front of him.

“I want to have a taste of my dear husband for today. Would you allow that? I’m curious about that sweetness you portrayed earlier.” Reo replied huskily as his mouth descended on the pale column of his throat and let his tongue lick at the sensitive skin which made Isagi moaned out softly under his breath.

“Ah fuck… Reo… if you keep doing that… I can’t refuse you…” Isagi groaned out.

“Why? Do you want to refuse and tell me to stop? You can’t be that cruel to your own husband on the day of his birthday, right?” Reo mumbled hotly against his skin.

The addicting sensation crawled into his veins and Isagi found himself leaning closer and removing any gap between the two of them as his body reacted instinctively and encouraged Reo’s mouth to shower his neck with heated kisses and love bites, his hands entwining themselves around his neck.

“Fuck you Reo… You need to give me a massage later for this…” Isagi breathed out before a surprise moan erupted from his lips when Reo suddenly carried him from the ground going to the bathroom.

“With much pleasure.” Reo laughed huskily as he brought him inside the bathroom and place him in the tub gently. He didn’t waste his time as he discarded his own clothes and joined him on the tub, turning on the faucet to let some water in.

A scintillating sensation shot right through him when Reo claimed his lips once again in an invigorating kiss, tugging on his shirt idly while he slowly undoes his pajamas from his legs.

Isagi’s mind was in a limbo and he found himself naked later with Reo on top of him in a tub full of water and showering his body with enthusiastic kisses and eager caresses of his hands in every fiber of his being which left a trail of fire underneath his skin.

“Ngh… Ah… Reo…” Isagi moaned out softly as he felt his fingers making its way to his entrance which was still sensitive because of the numerous times they had sex last night.

“Hmm? Still soft and easily slipped in… You must be excited to be filled once again my dear husband.” Reo chuckled lowly under his breath.

“S-shut up you asshole…” It came out as a breathy moan which made Isagi burned out in mortification and Reo grinning wickedly at him.

“You’re saying something?” Reo asked silkily before he pulled his fingers out and situated himself on top of him, taking ahold of his legs and wrapping it securely around his waist and gave a one, swift thrust which stole Isagi’s breath and made them both groaned out in unison.

“Fuck! God! ‘S too big… Ngh… That feels good…!” Isagi mewled helplessly beneath him as Reo started to thrust harder and faster in return.

“You’re still fucking tight… No matter how many times we did it Isagi… You’re still tight… Fucking hell… God! You feel good around me!” Reo groaned out loudly as he couldn’t stop his body as if it was having a mind on its own and was operating on instinct and lust, pistoning Isagi’s insides with his voracious thrusts that made the water splashed in and out of the tub because of their wild movements.

“Reo fuck… Too much… Ah! Ah! Ah!” Tears of pleasure streamed down Isagi’s cheeks before Reo leaned down and licked the salty tears away from his face and finally reached his mouth and captured it in a wild kiss.

Isagi returned his kiss enthusiastically, panting and moaning against his mouth before he reached his peak and came untouched beneath him.

Reo continued to chase his own release and railed him recklessly on the tub before he moaned loudly into his mouth and reached his climax, painting his insides with his cum and cascaded like a waterfall between his legs.

“Fuck… I swear to God Reo if you want one more round, I’ll kick your ass.” Isagi moaned out weakly as he pulled away from his embrace and breathed heavily.

“I can assure you that there won’t be unless…” Reo trailed off suggestively before Isagi punched his chest weakly.

“Fuck off.” Isagi grumbled out without any heat to his words.

It made Reo laughed heartily and raised his arms placatingly. “I’m just kidding of course.”

Isagi just rolled his eyes playfully in return.

For a moment, no words were spoken between the two of them until Reo wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his head on the crook of his neck.

“Thank you for the Meiji Isagi. But most of all thank you for taking an effort for bringing something simple yet meaningful on my birthday. It’s been a while since I’ve got one of my favorite confectionaries handed out to me simply without going out of my way to just buy it…” He whispered softly against his ear.

It made his heart do an erratic flip flop inside his chest and a faint rosy hue coating his cheeks.

If Reo was always like this, how was he going to able to separate his logic and emotions when it came to him?

“You’re very much welcome my dear husband…” Isagi whispered back softly and carded his fingers through his damp locks.

They let themselves be ensconced in this moment where the reality stopped existing for them temporarily and let the world fell around them.

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch (oh)

All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life

Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life

And I want you now, wanna need you forever

In the heat of your electric touch, mmm

(A/N: When I first heard the song Electric Touch, it automatically made think of this ship especially in the Fall Out Boy’s part of the song since the lyrics really resonates with Reo’s thoughts and feelings towards Isagi at this fic. I should probably make a playlist for them in the future seeing that they have several theme songs already starting from my fic, “Betrothed.” Stay tuned for the one-shot sequel of Betrothed and short spin off sequel for Nagi which will come out soon. Lastly, I know that Reo’s birthday is a few days away but I’ve seen a cute official art of the boys celebrating Bachira and Reo’s birthday online so it also contributed to the inspiration of this fic aside from the song itself. Review and kudos are much appreciated).

#blue lock #spoilers #fanfiction #alternate universe #canon divergence #reosagi #rois #pining #smut #romance #drama #angst #marriage of convenience #enemies to lovers #missing scenes #isagi yoichi #mikage reo #also advance happy birthday to reo who is one of the best boys in the franchise #consider this as the advance birthday gift to our favorite rich boy

[yardsards]

living in my own apartment has really showed me the full extent of how Fucked Up my living situation was. i'm not even talking about the abusive parent thing here. i mean just the physical environment. we grew up in a shitty dilapidated old farmhouse.

it always smelled just a little bit like piss. whether it was human or animal piss varied from time to time. human piss got less frequent as my dad stopped getting blackout drunk so often. animal piss got more frequent when my parents got a little dog that they didn't bother to train; i started wearing shoes indoors all the time

there was a terrible mouse problem. they weren't as bad upstairs but you could still hear em skittering through the walls at night. they were worst in the kitchen. certain cupboards had it worse than others, so we tried to store things based on that. you had to store the pantry staples in thicker containers: ideally metal or glass- if you used tupperware you'd have to replace it every couple months cuz the mice would start to chew through it. the everyday dishes and cutlery were kept in one of the areas where mice didn't bother to go, but stuff like mixing bowls and pots and pans had to be scrubbed out before you used them, just to be safe.

and then there were the bugs. having at least obe bug in the room with you was the rule, not the exception. especially in summertime. especially during the night. i'd have to go to bed with about a dozen bugs in my room (not even counting the gnats, of which there were several dozen) every night in the summer, because trying to get rid of them was a waste of effort. there were spiders with bodies the size of my big toe and legs the length of my fingers. spiders were mostly consider good, though, because one spider would eat multiple other bugs. but i got used to the bugs, for the most part. left over from that is the fact that i now have to consciously remind myself to put bugs outside when i see one in my apartment, instead of just leaving them there.

winter was worse than the summer, though. for most of my childhood we relied primarily on a wood stove (using logs my dad would cut throughout the year) in the living room because heating the house with electricity was too expensive. the air was dry and smelled a bit like soot.

we'd sometimes supplement that with electric wall heaters or space heaters if it got too cold for the stove to keep up with, and my dad would fuss over the cost the whole time. but the heaters were pretty weak and couldn't keep the house warm if the fire wasn't running. the fire needed constant tending, and if me and my sister were home alone (we weren't allowed to manage the fire as children) it would get cold very fast. we wore our winter coats indoors after we got home from school, before our mother came home from work and lit the fire (which had to be snuffed out in the morning when my dad left for work, so as not to risk another house fire. (which happened once but everyone was home and we could call the fire department so it only burned the roof by the time they got there)). it'd get extra cold at night, both because the outdoors cold colder after dark and because no one would be awake and actively adding fuel to the fire.

but even with the fire and the heaters, it was almost always a little bit chilly. you generally had to wear a jacket or robe over your pajamas at all times, and keep a blanket wrapped around yourself as you went about your day. i'd spend most of my time either curled up in bed or gravitating to whatever heat source i could find. i'd sit up so close to the wood stove that my skin would get red hot but i'd stay there til the cold that'd dug its way into my bones cooled off. or me and my sister would get into fights over who got to sit in the warm spot in front of the good electric heater.

i went to sleep at night, curled up in a tight little ball, half a dozen blankets on me, covering up even my face, arranged so there was just a small hole near my nose to breathe through. in the mornings, i'd pick out the day's outfit and then lie down on top of it for a few minutes so i wouldn't have to put cold fabric directly onto my body (cold denim is The Worst). i became a master of getting dressed under the still-warm blankets in my bed.

as we got older and my dad got too old to keep chopping firewood and we got Slightly Less Poor we got more electric heaters and stopped using the wood stove. and some of the problems caused by having to rely on fire went away, but it was still often very cold inside

i. think i might've been legit traumatized by those winters.

it sounds almost silly to call feeling cold traumatic. it was so minor compared to most of the traumatizing shit that happened to me as a kid. and it wasn't like, ever deadly cold. we were never at risk of homelessness. it probably never even dropped below 55F; it wasn't like my cousins who spent a couple years having to wear winter coats indoors all winter. but. i think it was still trauma, in a way.

but like. every year during autumn, i feel this sinking sense of dread as i realize it's getting colder.

a little of that is just cuz i hate winter for normal reasons. i have no cold tolerance. i'm scrawny and mildly anemic. my brain interprets cold sometimes as a sharp burning pain. even when i'm fully bundled up (and i mean REALLY bundled up, not just throwing on a winter coat and a hat, i'm talking 3 layers of clothing under the coat type of shit) the cold creeps in. having to walk to and from places often ends up feeling painful from the cold. and i love being outdoors and being trapped inside drives me bonkers

but i think a lot of that dread is legit a trauma response.

or even when i'm chilly for just a bit too long, i sometimes even end up crying. not because the cold air makes my eyes water, not from the physical pain of the cold, but because i get a feeling of helplessness that i couldn't figure out the source of til just now.

#eliot posts #abuse mention #trauma mention #unsanitary cw #bugs cw #mice cw #poverty cw #long post

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Do they get cold easily? {everyone{

How do they warm up when cold? {everyone}

@kylo-wrecked

Rogue- feels cold easily, even if her body’s change after absorbing Carol means she can withstand extreme cold and not like, get frostbite or die. She can do it. She will whine and grumble the whole time if it’s not going to interfere with important things. She has an entire stash of fuzzy socks, fuzzy blankets, oversized hoodies, bomber jackets, scarves, hats, gloves, knee high boots, house uggs knockoffs. She will be cozy.

Gabriel- does not like temperature extremes of either kind. Give him temperate weather. Or let him stay home in front of a fire getting high while listening to a record, he wants no parts of the ice and wind.

Sara- has trained herself to do better in colder temperatures than most, so her shiver response can be held off to a point. Once it’s getting to the first stages of hypothermia, no. She is well aware of the benefits of movement to stay warm, so in addition to owning the right clothes, she also will often start exercising if feasible to warm herself up.

Cisco- hates the cold, hates wearing sweaters unless it’s the obligatory ugly Christmas sweater and even then he hates the texture, hates all the sundown at 5. All of it. He would rather run his electric bill so that he can comfortably wear short sleeves all year at home than anything else because yes he gets cold that easily. Yes he also keeps the cortex and his workshop warm at the lab because Barry can more than pay for it thank you very much.

Farrar- thinks mid fifties is a warm day. He owns plenty of flannels and sweaters. He’s very content in cold, and he doesn’t bundle up till it’s pushing the teens unless he’ll be outside for hours at a time.

Nilza- gets very fucking cold easily, her fingers will feel like ice if she’s been outside in mid forties weather. Her tactic is usually just travel to avoid super cold weather, and she does not have a fondness for the outdoors as a whole, so she will only be outside as required if it’s cold out.

Padmé- gets cold easily, but thankfully the fashion that people expect her to wear is generally long sleeved, multiple layered outfits. She can ignore her cold just fine. She will stick cold feet on a friend or partner to warm them up though.

Harry- has been taking showers with no heat even in the winter in Chicago because the dingus cannot fucking figure out he could do like anyone did before electric water heating systems and boil water for a bucket bath. He does not succumb to cold easily. He does keep many, many blankets though, along with multiple fire places and his duster. He would own a onesie but they don’t make them in size Ent, so he has to do with very boring looking long John’s to sleep in, and that’s only on the very coldest nights because he hates the texture and tightness of the fabric so much.

Kaylee- wears cold weather clothes more for show than the fact she needs them. She runs hot for humans, what would be a fever for them. So while she can get cold, it would need particular circumstances and they don’t usually show up in Virginia, and she doesn’t really need to do anything besides make sure she doesn’t forget to eat for a full day (fat chance of that happening).

#kylo wrecked #;headcanon the belle #;headcanon the bloodwitch #;headcanon the canary #;headcanon the engineer #;headcanon the hunter #;headcanon the latina #;headcanon the senator #;headcanon the wizard #;headcanon the wolf #;little asks are made of gunpowder and lead

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Can you please do a smutty continuation of tattoos please???

I am such a thirsty bitch, so of course I will! I kinda got a little carried away with this one, it has got the SPICE. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

*NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI*

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When you and Thomas would have arguments about this, that, and the other, it never went farther than a makeup make out session.

But hearing Thomas say that he loved you for the first time, it lit a fire in you that you knew wouldn't be put out by a simple make out session.

You held Thomas' hand tightly as you both rushed back to camp, quickly finding yourselves in the privacy of your shared hut. Your nerves were skyrocketing, the anticipation of what was to come exciting you and making your hands shake.

Before the Maze, you and Thomas had only been intimate a few times. You both had only just started to learn about each other's bodies before W.C.K.D. separated you. At the back of your mind, you wondered how much you would remember about how to please each other. There have been plenty of opportunities to be with each other ever since coming to the Safe Haven, but no other moment felt right until this night.

When Thomas kept looking back at you with an excited grin, you knew everything would be okay.

As soon as the door was shut, Thomas lifted you up in his arms, carrying you effortlessly to the bed. You giggled as Thomas threw you onto the bed, quickly placing himself to hover over you as he kissed and nipped at your neck. He grinned wide as he helped you remove your shirt, trailing sloppy kisses across your collarbones, licking up your jaw until he came back to your lips.

You quickly flipped Thomas over so that you were straddling him, helping him remove his own shirt then stopping to simply look at him, slowly trailing your digits down his torso while trying to catch your breath.

Thomas couldn't help but blush under your intense gaze, just one look conveying how much you loved him. "You mean so much to me." He whispered, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you, trailing soft kisses up your neck.

Thomas' skin felt scorching against yours, his teeth gently pulling at your sensitive flesh making you sigh heavily.

You brought Thomas' hand up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles. You smiled seeing his tattoo, your name being a permanent reminder of your unique connection. You placed a gentle kiss to the ink, Thomas letting out a surprised moan, quickly replacing it with a sharp chuckle. "That felt so good." He awed.

"What?" You giggled, confused.

"When you kissed the tattoo, it felt...really fucking good."

"H-How? It's just a tattoo."

"I don't know." Thomas stammered, a wide grin on his face as he brought your tattooed wrist up to his mouth.

You gasped as Thomas licked across your wrist, a spark of electricity jolting through your body that went straight to your clit. "What the fuck?" You quietly exclaimed.

"You felt that, right?"

It was an odd discovery. All this time, you've never had that happen, you and Thomas never really gave any special attention to each of your tattoos either. If W.C.K.D. did give you those tattoos, why would they make it so that it felt so amazing to have it kissed or licked by each other? Maybe they didn't put those tattoos there, but it was some other divine being that connected you. Either way, the thought that you and Thomas might truly be soulmates aroused you to no end.

You crashed your lips back against Thomas', starting to slowly grind yourself on his hard erection, the sudden friction making Thomas groan into your mouth. You pulled back to unclip your bra, Thomas staring at your breasts with half lidded eyes, getting high off just the sight of you.

You sighed heavily when Thomas took one of your nipples into his mouth, his hot, wet tongue causing more heat to pool at your core, making you ache painfully for him. Thomas hummed in satisfaction when you let out an impatient whine, trailing back to bite down on your bottom lip gently. "These need to come off." Thomas growled, pulling at the button of your pants.

You chuckled when Thomas flipped you over, kissing and biting his way down your torso until he arrived at the hem of your pants, slowly pulling them down your legs. You watched with lust filled eyes as he took the waistband of your underwear in between his teeth, pulling them down your legs just as slow, all while keeping eye contact with you.

You whined frustratingly as you felt Thomas' breath on your core, almost feeling his peach fuzz on your flesh before he moved back up to kiss your pouting lips. You didn't stay frustrated for long before you felt one of Thomas' digits slide in between your folds, smiling smugly at your breathy moan. "So impatient..." He smirked, watching your expression intensely as he inserted a finger into you easily, almost moaning in sync with you. "And so wet for me..."

You gasped as Thomas inserted another digit while thumbing your clit, then leaning down to devour your moans as he finger fucked you. You held onto the back of head roughly, tangling your fingers in his hair, eliciting a groan from him. With your other hand, you reached down and started to palm his still clothed erection. "These need to come off too." You whispered as you placed a kiss just below his ear.

Thomas removed his fingers from you to reach for his belt buckle, only for you to stop him. "Let me." You smirked as you pushed him down below you, quickly undoing his buckle and taking his off his pants with fervor.

You smiled up at Thomas' needy gaze as you placed a kiss on his brief covered cock, just the simple act making his throb with anticipation. You then freed his erection, hearing a sigh of relief from the man as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. "Fuck, Y/n..." He whispered, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

You quickly leaning forward to grab his hand and move it away from his mouth. "Don't do that. I wanna hear you, baby." You continued sucking the head of his dick, his wanton sighs of pleasure traveling straight to your core.

You lowered your mouth further on his dick, surprising yourself with how far you got without gagging, hearing Thomas' first actual moan making you feel a sense of pride. Maybe you haven't forgotten how to please him.

You smirked as you felt Thomas buck against you, his needy moans getting louder the faster you bobbed your head, eventually he stopped you. "You were gonna make me come, baby. I want this to last."

Thomas gently cupped your face and leaned forward, kissing you passionately as you moved to straddle him, moaning into his mouth as you started to grind yourself on his now saliva coated cock. But he quickly flipped you over yet again, not breaking the kiss while kneading your breasts, placing himself in between your legs.

You felt yourself throb at the sight of Thomas pumping his cock, lining himself up at your entrance, first looking to you in confirmation. "Please, Thomas..." You begged, the need for him was all you could think about.

You and Thomas both moaned loudly as he pushed himself inside you, stretching your walls deliciously. "Fuck..." Thomas stuttered, your cunt perfectly encompassing his cock.

Thomas wasted no time, thrusting into you at a mildly brisk pace, his cock quickly finding your G spot, his quicken pace hitting it over and over again made you see stars, your eyelids fluttering closed as you held on to Thomas' shoulders for dear life. "Oh, Thomas..." You moaned, "you feel so g-good..."

You cried out as Thomas thrusted at a harsher pace, him groaning loudly as he felt your walls clench around him tightly. "Ah, I'm so close." Thomas moaned, a thin sheen of sweat coating his forehead, as was yours.

"Touch me, Thomas, please."

Thomas eagerly reached down, using his middle and index fingers to rub your clit in fast tight circles, taking your hand and placing rough sloppy kisses on your tattoo, the sensation so intense your grip on Thomas' shoulders tightened to the point you broke skin, the sudden stinging pain causing his cock to twitch inside you.

Thomas' moans got louder as he neared his climax, burying his head in your neck, biting down on your flesh slightly while still keeping a constant stimulation on your clit. Suddenly feeling a rush of heat to your core, you brought Thomas' lips to yours, leaning your forehead against his, looking into his eyes as long as you could before they eventually closed tightly as your orgasm washed over you.

You then grabbed his wrist, copying his previous actions and kissing on his tattoo, causing his eyes to widen and let out an animalistic growl.

"Yes, Y/n, fuck!" Thomas groaned, your walls pulsing around him as you rode out your intense orgasm and your tongue on his tattoo making him reach his own climax, moaning your name as he filled you up with his cum.

Thomas collapsed beside you, wiping away the bead of sweat that had traveled down the side of his face while you placed your head on his chest with an exhausted, content sigh. You smiled as you heard his heartbeat slowly even out, relaxing as you ran your fingers up and down his torso. "Why did we wait so long to start doing this again?" Thomas chuckled, taking your hand and giving your knuckles a gentle kiss.

You chuckled back, shrugging. "I don't know. I guess we've just been so busy with everything else."

"Yeah." Thomas replied softly, gently grabbing your jaw and guiding your lips to his. "I've missed this, being with you."

You smiled fondly. "Me too."

Thomas opened his mouth to say something but hesitated, but seeing the lovingly curious look in your eyes, he had to say this. "I...If you're that worried, I won't go back." Thomas almost melted when he saw your eyes light up.

"Really?"

"I have everything I could ever need right here, right next to me." Thomas said as he caressed your cheek, looking at you like you were the whole universe.

You blushed, his statement bringing tears to your eyes. "Only if that's want you really want. If you're dead set on going back, I won't stop you."

Thomas shook his head. "I wouldn't risk our relationship for anything...anything."

You quickly pulled Thomas in for another passionate kiss, finally reaching a true understanding feeling just as amazing as the orgasm that he had just given you. "I love you so much." You grinned, planting kisses all over his face.

Thomas chuckled, laying back down and pulling you to lay on his chest again, the both of you feeling like all was right in your own little world.

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if i had a dick, it would be hard right now

#the maze runner #the maze runner imagine #the maze runner smut #tmr thomas #thomas x reader #tmr thomas smut #tmr thomas x reader #tmr thomas imagine

[5sospenguinqueen]

COLD HAND, WARM COCK - Bucky Barnes

PLOT: Bucky watches you train and you’ve had enough. Sam and Steve catch you. This is a fic from the Avengers Tower days where they all lived together. Based off this picture.

WARNING: Unprotected sex

Fists smacking into the bag, you step back so that it doesn’t knock you onto your arse, before darting back towards it and booting it with your foot. Grunting as the impact reverberated up your spine, you knew Nat would criticise your poor technique if she had been training with you. Your mind was otherwise preoccupied to think about your stance. For weeks you had been tense and coiled tightly all because of the newest resident of the Avengers Tower.

Bucky Barnes had been living across the hall from you for almost a year now and yet you still hadn’t relaxed fully around him. You were constantly aware of his presence and it had taken him a few months of Steve forcing the two of you to spend time together until he had relaxed around you. However, you had developed a strong bond since the night you found him on the balcony at 2am, staring up at the moon and shaking. It wasn’t a cold night and the distant look in his eyes informed you that something was wrong. You had pulled him in for a tight hug and he had spilled his heart to you about his nightmare. Happiness bubbled in your chest when - a few days later - you had teased him about his metal arm. Biting your tongue, you waited for the usual stony glare he shot you (or even an indifferent remark) but instead he had let out a small chuckle before responding with his own quip.

The first time the two of you had been sent on a mission alone, he had lost control for a millisecond when you two had returned to the motel room. Deep in thought, he had been startled when your small hand touched his right arm. Before you could speak, you were pressed against the beige wall and a vibranium arm was crushing your windpipe. Despite the fact that you were gasping for air, you refused to hurt him and instead begged for him to let you go. Looking down at your bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks, he dropped you instantly. Cowering in a corner on the other side of the room, he pleaded for your forgiveness; apologies spilled from his mouth with every other sentence. The pair of you had spent the night cuddled up in the small motel bed, your hand stroking his hair as his tears dripped onto your neck. Flowers had been left outside your door out of gratitude for your help and your silence. If you had told the other team what had happened, he would’ve been forced back to the ‘luxury psych hotel’.

As the bond between the two of you grew, so did the sexual tension. Electricity coursed through your veins each time he brushed past you. His cock jumped every time you smiled at him like he was one of the best people in your life. Sarcastic comments had been traded for teasing comments. Lingering touches and “incidental brushes” of your chest and his ass had you spending numerous nights with your fingers deep inside you and Bucky’s name tumbling past your lips. Exhaling deeply, you felt those piercing blue eyes that haunt your dreams staring at your figure.

“Can I help you, Mr Barnes? I know in your old age your memory starts to falter but this is a training room. You should be training, not lounging about.” You say, snarkily.

A heat ignited in your core when you turned to look at him. Seated on the bench, his legs were spread wide open, elbows resting on his knees. Hands dangling in between them, the veins in his right harm rippled as he flexed his muscles and his metal arm gleamed in the fluorescent lighting. Mouth hung slightly open, his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip as he brazenly looked you up and down.

“And you should be training, not shaking your ass at me,” he smirked, leaning forward to see how you would react.

Taking a step towards him, you circle him before coming to a stop behind him. Leaning down, you whispered in his ear and smiled at the goosebumps that appeared on his neck. “I shake my ass for myself and myself only. Anyway, Barnes, you should be keeping your eyes to yourself. I’m far too young for you, Grandpa.”

“Oh, Doll, I could show you things that would have your legs shaking.” Bucky taunted, grabbing your arm as you tried to move away and swinging you into his lap.

Gasping at the sudden movement, you felt your panties dampen when he forced your legs on either side of him so that you were straddling his lap. One warm hand and one cold hand rested on your bare waist, an erotic combination that had your heart quickening. Forehead resting upon his own, your breath mingled with Bucky’s. Once more, his tongue licked his bottom lip but with your close proximity, it tickled your own lips slightly. Both of you knew that there would be no backing down or running away this time. Needing something to soothe the fire within your stomach, you made the first move.

Leaning forward, you connected your lips, hands sliding into his hair and giving a slight tug. Moaning into your mouth, Bucky bucked his hips against you. Tongue brushing against his, you squeaked in surprise when you found yourself on the floor. Your hands grip the bottom of his shirt and he pulls away from you to allow you to pull it over his head. Instead of reclaiming your lips, Bucky trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking against a small spot that had your hips bumping against his.

“Buck!” You shrieked in shock when his metal arm grasped your breast. The coldness of the metal hand had you crawling away.

“I’m sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Bucky frowned, lines forming between his brows as he backed away. Leaning up on your elbows, you reassured him that his metal arm didn’t scare you at all.

“You don’t scare me, Buck. I trust you completely. It was just cold.”

However, he still looked doubtful so you grabbed his metal arm and placed it on your stomach. Waiting to see what you would do next, Bucky’s cocky persona returned once you pushed his hand under the waistband of your shorts.

“Y/N, are you sure?” “Buck, if you don’t fuck me right now, I will go and jump one of those newbies.”

A rip sound echoed throughout the training room and your mouth dropped open at the sight of your shorts in his hand; torn in two. Before you could berate him, his mouth pressed a kiss to the skin above the band of your underwear and you begged him to touch you. One finger brushed along your core through your lacy panties, grinning at the dampness of them. Raising your hips so he could pull them down your leg, you protested when his right hand teased its way up your leg.

“Metal. Use the metal one.”

Cocking his eyebrow, Bucky shook his head in amusement before a cold finger circled the small nub of pleasure. Tracing your slit, Bucky blew gently on your wet mound before he slid a finger inside of you. An elicit gasp escaped your mouth when he curled it, pumping in and out slowly. Bucking your hips against his touch, you begged for more.

“Love the sounds you make, Doll.” Bucky murmured against your clit before he sucked gently.

Your hands pulled on the dark locks of his hair, shrieking slightly when he groaned against you.

“Buck, please, I need you in me.” “So desperate.” Bucky taunted as you made grabby hands at his shorts. “I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

Pathetic whimpers poured out of your mouth as Bucky pulled down his shorts, revealing his hardened cock. Gripping both your wrists in his metal hand, Bucky pinned your arms above your head, enjoying the way you squirmed. You were helpless under him. Attaching his mouth to your nipple, Bucky slid his tip inside you.

“More,” you begged. A shocked scream came out your mouth as Bucky slammed himself inside you, revelling in the warmth of your walls. Barely giving you time to adjust to the sheer size of him (apparently the super soldier serum enhanced more than his muscles), Bucky pulled out before thrusting deep inside you once more.

“Eyes on me, Y/N.” Bucky demanded as your back arched off the floor and your eyes fluttered shut. Bucky’s other warm hand gripped your hip tightly as he pounded into you, hard enough to leave bruises. Hips pistoning back and forth, Bucky grunted as your walls clenched around him. A mix of curses and his name poured out of your mouth as you fought against his grip, wanting nothing more than to touch him.

“Wanna touch you. Please, Bucky.” You moaned, pleasure rippling through you. His hips came to a stop and you cried out, wanting him to resume the pace that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Wrapping his arms around you, Bucky leaned back so that he was seated and you were in his lap. Both of you moaned at the sensation before Bucky was bouncing you on his cock. The new angle had Bucky sliding in deeper and you screamed as he reached the right spot.

“You like that, doll.” Bucky said cockily, enjoying the sound of his skin slapping against yours.

“So close, Buck. Gonna make me cum.”

Bucky’s movements became sloppy as he thrust faster, eager to watch your face as you came undone. Your hands wrapped around his biceps, nails digging in and as you matched his pace. Pressing your mouth against his neck, you sucked lightly as your walls clenched along his thick member.

“The thing you do to me.” Bucky muttered. “Been wanting this for ages. Come on, princess.” His metal hand reached down and his thumb connected with your clit, rubbing circles onto it.

Head dropping into the crook of his neck, you moaned his name loudly as your orgasm washed over you. Waves of pleasure had you arching into Bucky, nipples brushing against his slick chest. Bucky fucked you through his orgasm, chasing his own high. When he finally came, his teeth sank into your shoulder to muffle the growl that rumbled through his chest and out his mouth. Hot cum splashed against your sensitive walls and you pulled him closer to you, basking in the after-sex emotions.

“Maybe now you’ll get the hint that I’d like you to take me to dinner.” You smiled, pressing a lazy kiss to the underneath of his jaw. Neither one of you were ready to move from the position you were in and Bucky was in no rush to slip out of the warm walls that perfectly encased him.

“AHHH! Are you fonduing?!”

“Ya’ll nasty.”

Two loud voices pulled the two of you out of the bubble you had created. Cursing, Bucky pressed himself against your body, shielding you from his two friends. Steve had turned his back on you both, hands covering his face as if he would somehow still be able to see you. Sam was staring at the ceiling but his body racked with laughter. Apparently the gym wasn’t the most private place to sleep with your super soldier.

#bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel smut #marvel #tfatws #tfatws smut #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier smut #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson #captain america imagines #captain america #5sospenguinqueen #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan #avengers imagine #avengers smut #avengers endgame #spiderman smut #iron man smut

[tea-with-veth]

Ghosty Bois Inc drabble

700 words of angst inspired by @thechannelwithoutaname

Phil doesn’t know what woke him up. 

Maybe it was the heat. Maybe the smell of smoke. The old cabin, despite its electric lightning, and recently installed dishwasher, doesn’t have smoke detectors. 

He’ll never stop regretting that, but Phil doesn’t know it yet. 

All he knows right now is that he’s awake now, lying on the burgundy couch, his face illuminated by the flickering TV, trying to figure out what is wrong. Because something is wrong. There’s something tickling at his lungs, and the smell of a campfire is suddenly strong and acrid. His brain is muddled by the nap he was just taking, and it’s a long minute before realization clicks his mind together like a puzzle. 

(Philza will never stop regretting that minute either.)

There’s a fire in the house, and now that he’s thought it, it’s obvious. There’s waves of heat pouring from the old kitchen, and now flames, licking up the brittle wood of the little cabin. Already it’s beginning to push into the main room, and Phil knows he’s only got moments before the door is blocked by the flames. In different circumstances Phil would already have run out that door, pulled out his cell phone and begun calling the fire department. Not that they’d arrive in time to save the house, probably; he’s miles from civilization. But at least the surrounding forest could be preserved. 

But the circumstances aren’t different. And Phil is already halfway up the stairs, not even bothering to glance back at the creeping flames. 

“Wil!” he screams, and curses when he doen’t hear a response, the words turning into a cough halfway through his throat. The smoke is worse up here. “Techno!” 

Will was editing in his room, right? It’s at the top of the stairs, and Phil pounds on it desperately. The heat’s getting bad. “Wilbur!”

“Dad?” his son’s voice is almost downed out by crackling flames. “What’s happening--” 

“Fire!” 

The knob rattles, and there is genuine fear is Wilbur’s voice when he says “the door’s stuck.”

The smoke is getting thicker now, and Phil is coughing. If he looked back he would see fire, obscenely bright, beginning to dance around the base of the stairs. The whole house groans like it’s coming apart. 

But there’s no time to look. Phil throws himself against the door. The wood cracks beneath his shoulder, and his hands desperately fumble at the knob, trying, trying, please let me reach him, until finally the door splinters and creaks and falls open, and Wilbur collapses into his arms. 

(The fire is halfway up the staircase now) 

It’s hard to see in all this smoke. Who knew houses burned so fast? 

“Techno went to bed,” Wilbur said, but he’s wheezing the words instead of speaking them. 

Phil can’t think anymore. His mind is flames and smoke and Wilbur and Techno, and all that’s left is the knowledge that, he must keep his sons close, he must reach them.

He wraps an arm around Wilbur and they stumble down the hallway, toward Techno’s room. The heat is blistering Wilbur’s skin, and the floorboards beneath their feet, almost hidden by dark smog, seem to sway. Or maybe that’s just Phil? 

They’re halfway past the bathroom, nearly there, when Wilbur collapses, choking for air, and Phil knows they won’t make it. It’s too late. He doesn’t think of all the things he could have done differently-- he doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll have years to analyze, to wonder, to wish. Instead he takes his son in his arms, trying to make it a few steps further, his head full of fog, retching as the smoke tears at this throat and lungs. 

It’s too much. Phil sinks to the floor and holds Wilbur tightly. They cling to each other, gasping for air that isn’t there anymore, heat searing their skin. 

(The fire is already on the second floor, but smoke kills faster than flames, and there is no way out now) 

Please, Phil thinks, or prays, or screams out into the universe, please, please. Not my boys. Just not my boys. Take fucking anything, anything, but not Techno and Wil. 

But whatever is out there isn’t listening to Phil. 

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Yandere Villain x Reader

A/n: Wow. Since so many people liked my last “yandere” drabble. I’ve made another one. You could call this more of a yandere story. Enjoy, my lovely’s <3 Masterlist Mega List

Getting into this relationship wasn’t the problem per se you love him and this relationship but there are times he can be a bit extreme...

A few firm knocks are placed upon your door. You sigh and take slow footsteps to the door, unlocking it and cracking it open. “Good evening, Ma’am.” The officer greets you. “Evening, officer. Is there a problem?” You ask him in a calm manor. “Have you hear about the damages?” You hesitantly shake your head. “I just got back from the grocery store. What happened?” You ask with slight concern. “Long story short, there’s been some damages on and near the property. Since, you don’t know anything. We’ll be going.” You wave the officer off, closing your door and resting your back against it. With a sigh, you continue to unpack your groceries. 

“Good evening, Ma’am.” A strong masculine voice mocks. You roll your eyes at him, ignoring his presence as you put your beverages in your fridge. “Your not going to check on me? Darling, I was in a gun fight.” You scoff at his words. Putting the grocery bags away, you finally respond to him. “You’re mocking people like a child therefore you seem fine to me.” Your voice echoing through the kitchen. You see him before you hear him as you spin around on your heels. “I’ve been gone for two days and someone manifests a bratty attitude.” His rather dry palm caresses your cheek. Leaning in you can feel his breath on your neck, the sensation sending sparks of electricity through you. 

“Being a brat gets you nowhere, love.” You lowly whimper at his tone. Your hand strokes his clothed forearm, a little squish sound given at the action. You lean into him momentarily to smell him, soon pulling back. “You reek. What is that sewage water?” You pinch your nose during the statement.  “Yeah. Where do you think I’ve been for the past two days?” Pushing him into the bathroom, you shut your blinds and turn on the bath. “How am I going to get you to not smell like sewage water...” You mutter looking through your bathroom, for any candle, soap or something strong enough to get the stench out. You look to the tub expecting him to be inside, to your dismay he wasn’t. “get in the tub.”

You state. He shifts his head back, not fond of your wording. “please.” You add, looking back to the cabinet. The sound of water echoes in your bathroom. You find a strong candle and a rocky soap. Uncovering the candle and placing it at the edge of the tub, you put the soap next to it. “Could you?” You point to the candle, looking at him. With a faint hand motion he sets the candle ablaze. “I kinda like you taking care of me.” He exclaims as he sits back and relaxes in the tub. “Don’t get used to it.” Grabbing his clothes from the floor, you head straight to the wash room. Putting the clothes to wash on the longest mode. “sewer for two days.” You trail off as you look for a fresh towel and new clothes for him.

Stepping into the bathroom, steam flows out. “So, our bathroom is your own sauna now.” You say as you close the door. He hums to your statement. Putting the clothing and towel on the sink ledge, you kneel next to the tub. “This should help.” You say pouring a clear liquid in the tub. Setting the bottle on the floor you put your arm on the tub ledge and rest your head on it. Studying his relaxed state. “are you staying tonight?” You ask in a low voice. He smirks, turning to you with his eyes closed. “It looks so.” You smile at his words. “When your done with this come to the bedroom.” You rise to your feet and stop at the door. “I won’t hesitate to send you back in here if you still smell like sewage water.” 

Making your exit out the room, you quietly scramble. ‘Thank god, I got a wax yesterday.’ You race into your room to the closet. “Black or red.” You hold each pairs of the lingerie in either hand. “fuck it, red it is.” You basically rip your clothes of, put on the lingerie and an oversized shirt. Hearing footsteps approach, you jump into bed and put on the tv as if your going to watch something. “That was fast.” You say eyes not leaving the tv. Your eyes finally rip away and look to the door. You look around a bit more. “Honey?” You ask, slowly reaching under your pillow. The feeling of cold steel, fills your palm as you cock back a hand gun. 

Quickly putting on a pair of shorts, you scope out your room and closet. You hum in confusion, swiftly going to the hallway then living room and kitchen. Approaching the bathroom, you check behind you once more before entering. He was putting on his shirt. “Eager are w-” He cuts off his sentence as his eyes trail to the gun. “I think someone’s in the apartment.” You say in a low voice. He puts his arm in front of you, guiding you away from the door. With a towel still on his head, he steps out the bathroom. “what do you want?” His voice is muffled through the door. “You are under arrest.” A stern robotic voice orders. “I don’t feel like getting arrested right now. How about tomorrow? Better yet, never.” 

You groan, feeling annoyed that you don’t know what’s going on beyond the door. “If you do not comply, I will not hesitant to bring you by force.” She says. Your face fills with irritation and confusion. “If you feel the need to fight. I’ll gladly take this outside.” You could hear the balcony door open. “I believe there is no need for such action.” You busted through the bathroom door. “Nope! No one is fighting in here.” Your eyes land on a cloaked figure. “Fighting stays outside.” You point to the balcony door. “Who are you?” A genuine question is asked. “I’m the owner of this apartment. Who are you?” You finish your statement with a question. 

“I am a Special Services Officer, currently helping the heroes detain present villain Cold Flame.” She whips out a pair of special handcuffs. You stop her before she can get any closer. “Could you seriously take this outside? I’m not the only person living in this complex.” You ask. Without another word being uttered, she walks to the balcony and jumps off, expecting him to follow. “Thanks, darlin-” You place your finger to his lips to interrupt his sentence. He gets the idea, placing a lingering peck on your lips then jumping off the balcony aswell. You heavily sigh, slowly turning your head to the door as footsteps become louder. Your moves becoming quick, going into the bedroom and changing your clothes. 

All the while, packing a backpack of clothes. The click of the thigh holster echoes in the room. “hmm. I guess this did come in handy.” You say about the thigh fabric, placing the gun on safety and shoving it into the holster. Leaving the room and escaping onto the balcony, you pull down the ladder. Climbing down it with haste as you see splinters of the door fling out the apartment. “Running will only make things worst.” A voice pounds into your head but it soon gets put to rest, the sound of tires screeching replacing it. The rough wind blowing through your clothing as you struggle to place the helmet upon your head. “Great, now I have heroes following me.” 

Your voice muffles through the helmet, looking back you see two heroes on your tail. “Wouldn’t be the first.” You trail off, looking back to the front and taking a sharp right onto a bridge. Swerving in between cars, earning honks and annoyed yells. In the distance a figure stood in the middle of the road, squinting your eyes you see a familiar hero. Steadily approaching this hero, you think of a plan of interaction. Tires screeching, indicating a hard stop. You step off the bike slowly. “I’ve got her.” He says into a ear piece. Slowly removing your helmet, crouching down to place it gently on the floor. “Yeah, nice and slow. Now walk over to me.” You nod to his words but other thoughts run through your head. 

As your steps drifted to the side of the bridge he began to take notice. “Hey! No!” He called out to you as if that was going to change your actions. Beginning your movements with a backwards jump off the bridge. You reach in your holster, flicking the gun off safety and shooting the bike. Creating a perfect diversion, your body now turning mid-air, you put the gun back to its resting place as your body molds into a diving position fully off the bridge and into the water. The water wasn’t as harsh and cold as you expected it to be. Moving your limbs swiftly under the water, your hand meets a big metal piece. Swimming up to the surface of the liquid, you gasp for air and push some hair out your face. 

“If you want him unharmed come on the bridge.” You whip your head around the surroundings. “you’re sick.” You whisper as you climb onto the bridge leg. Steadying your breathing, you lean against the metal. A small whistle fills your ears for a split second, but by the time you realized what happened it was too late. You managed to close your eyes as you lose control of your body, falling back in the water....blacking out.

Your eyelids flutter open. Your pupils dilating at the orbs staring back. His scent smoky, his face filled with dark spots. Sitting up in his arms, you see... “is that a burning building?” You squint trying to confirm your allegations. “sh..sh..sh..lets go home.” He hugs onto you a bit more than before. “a movie?” You rap your arms around his neck as he lifts you up bridal style. “yes, the one you were talking about last week.” You give him smile as the fire bursts into a blaze heat. But that’s all behind us now as he says.

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