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queenimmadolla · 2 months

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𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

Summary: A glimpse into Eddie’s morning as a first time and young dad with his baby. Oh, and you’re there, too.

Warnings: allusions to sexy stuff, descriptions of breastfeeding (it’s natural—suck it up), and fluff.

a/n: pulled this one out of the vault for you guys, written last July. hope you like it!

Eddie’s up before you and surprised to see it’s light outside, a sight he hasn’t woken up to in the last couple of months. Two, to be exact.

That’s when the two of you had brought Penny home.

Eddie yawned, impressively loud before he slapped a hand over his mouth, gaze flickering to you but you were still asleep; on your stomach with your face partially hidden in your pillow. You’d successfully kicked the sheets off yourself in your sleep, leaving your legs bare and your top half covered with one of Eddie’s larger shirts.

One of your legs was bent at the knee and raised up near your elbow.

God, you always looked so fucking delectable. All he’d have to do is rouse you with some kisses pressed to your neck, settle himself behind you, pull his boxers down and move your panties to the side and he could just—

Eddie inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away from your body before his blood could rush off to an area he didn’t have the time to acknowledge, as the very reason he couldn’t partake in his little fantasy cooed from her crib.

She’d been the result of a very similar event.

He took a couple of moments to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he promised, soon.

Then he got out of bed, snagging a band t-shirt from the dresser as he walked to the crib on the other end of the room.

Eddie yanked on the shirt—only briefly struggling with the arm holes—before he was peering into the crib, mouth breaking out in a megawatt grin.

Penny was awake alright, big brown eyed stare focused on a sticker that had been plastered to the wall of his room long before she was even conceived. You’d swaddled her before putting her to bed last night, so she looked like an adorable, content burrito.

Once she realized Eddie was hovering over her, the sticker lost her attention and those big beautiful eyes were on him, sparkling as her mouth parted in a gummy smile big enough to rival his own.

Daddy came to rescue her from confinement.

“Hi, baby, good morning!” Eddie cooed, trying his best to excitedly whisper so as to not disturb you, but he couldn’t help it. He was still so thrilled—and fucking terrified—to be a dad, to have that cute face peering up at him every morning and waiting for him when he got home from work. She always looked at him like he was the greatest thing to walk the earth, always so delighted to see her daddy.

Even though she’d start crying for you the moment you came into view—but you had an advantage he lacked, you always had her food on you. Her walking meal ticket.

And Eddie couldn’t even blame her, he was a huge fan of your boobs and he’d even bet he appreciated them more than Penny.

Eddie reached into the crib, tugging the tucked in corner of the blanket out and as the blanket around her loosened, Penny’s arms shot up near her head, her tiny body arching as she stretched for a comically long period of time. Eddie chuckled, using it to his advantage, he slipped an arm behind her back and head with the other supporting her bottom as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her head (and giving her hair a secret little sniff to get a whiff of that baby scent of hers).

“Did you sleep good, honey?” He cradled her in one arm, tucked close to his chest as he carried her out of the room to start on breakfast.

Penny obviously didn’t answer, head resting against his collarbone.

“Heard you woke up mom last night—well, early this morning, I guess—with boobie demands.”

Eddie pulled the fridge open, hovering in front of it as he debated on its contents before selecting the cartridge of eggs.

He didn’t want to put Penny down, happy to have her curled up in his arms, so a simple breakfast would have to do. A pan was pulled out, so was a little bit of cooking oil and soon Eddie was breaking the eggs out of the shell—angling his body to the side so Penny wasn’t at risk of possible oil splash back—and letting them cook.

“You like eggs?” Eddie asked, stepping a little ways from the stove as he hitched her higher on his chest and held the eggshells out for her to see.

She kicked her legs, a roll covered arm shakily reaching out towards the shells but Eddie kept them out of her reach.

“Uh-uh, no sticky fingers for you, young lady.”

The shells were tossed in the trash can but Penny didn’t care, twisting her upper so her chest was pressed to his. She gripped his shirt loosely in her chunky fist as she leaned forward and mouthed at his shoulder, effectively soaking the area with her drool before she began to suckle.

“Jesus, you act like we starve you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching for a recently washed pacifier to pop into her mouth.

She seemed to prefer it over his shirt, doing a full body sigh once she was suckling on it, with her need partially sated (eddie knew he had about fifteen minutes to wrap up breakfast before she realized nothing was coming from it and would start crying), Penny went back to cuddling into his chest.

She was starting to be a little more active—not sleeping as much as she did this time last month but for the most part, her movements were still unstable. She had good neck control (you’d had to pin Eddie down to keep him from picking her up when she’d immediately cry upon being put down for tummy time), she liked to kick her legs like she was about to take off for a marathon, but she still couldn’t quite hold things for long (unless it was hair or fingers) and had yet to roll over without you cheating and nudging her the rest of the way.

Speaking of making Penny do things…

Eddie lost to his intrusive thought, rearranging his hold on Penny so he was gently grasping her sides as he placed her feet on the counter. Immediately, she popped down to squat before shooting up again. And then she did it once more, getting comfortable with using her legs.

She didn’t even seem to wonder why Eddie was making her stand, she was more focused on staring intensely at her own feet.

Then Eddie made her jump, lifted her up and down and up and down, and when that got her smiling wide enough for her pacifier to fall out of her mouth, Eddie moved onto the cabinets.

“Go, baby, go!” He turned her on her side, miming the motions of her chunky legs running over the top cabinets like some baby ninja and laughing at how big her smile managed to keep getting, her big eyes squinting with it.

“What are you doing to my baby?” You asked as you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“She’s gonna be the next Karate Ki—hello.”

Eddie couldn’t help himself, dark gaze trailing over your figure as you stood there, hair a wreck, no pants, oversized t-shirt—ooh, and a leaking nipple.

Eddie’s favorite. Yum.

You followed his gaze, scoffing at the dark stain growing over your left boob, hand pressing against it to stop it as if you were applying pressure to a wound.

“It heard her,” You pouted, lip stuck out and wobbling at him as you referenced your body’s response to the sound of your baby. Crying, giggling, whimpering—didn’t matter, your milk ducts went into overdrive, aware that your baby was conscious and could need a feeding. Her baby noises were like a trigger sequence.

Eddie lifted Penny to his face, pressing fervent kisses into the chub of her cheeks, “Score for you, babe!”

You rolled your eyes, completely, utterly fond and smitten over the interaction. He briefly abandoned the kitchen to hand her to you after you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, ready to fall to his knees in adoration.

You pulled the shirt over your breast, and despite trying to place your nipple in her mouth for her, Penny struggled to find it, mouthing greedily at your boob, her little head turning this way and that way but always missing the peak.

“Girl, it’s right there.” You laughed. Penny gave it like four more seconds of trying before her whimpers kicked in and you hurriedly managed to get her to latch, stopping the outburst.

And just like that, Penny was content, making satisfied little squeaks as she nursed and stared up at you, pretending like she hadn’t been moments away from screaming her lungs out.

And Eddie was distracted, solely focused on the two of you and how he wanted to roll around on the carpet because the cuteness aggression was almost unbearable. If this was how he would be spending every work-free morning for the rest of his life, he was ready to convert to being a morning person.

Especially if those big sparkly eyes and that gummy smile would be staring up at him. GOD-she was so stinking cute. He wanted to smother her in his affection, but she was growing annoyed with Eddie all up in her face and squishing the chub she was accumulating. She even cried if he faked chewed on her chunky cheeks for too long.

“What’s that smell?” You asked, snapping him out of his love stupor as you sniffed loudly.

“FUCK!” Eddie bolted back to the kitchen, smoke surrounding the pan and what had once been edible eggs, “Hey, honey, what’s your opinion on extra crispy eggs? You a risk taker?”

“The answer to that is hurting my nipple right now.”

“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”

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melancholymetropolis · 7 months

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Big Ole Freak

plot: A curious archivist accidentally summons Ryomen Sukuna

pairings: Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

genre(s): MONSTERFUCKING; Shameless Smut

warnings: unedited (mostly). canon divergence. d/s role. FEMDOM Y/N. bratty sub Sukuna. breathplay. choking (m receiving). reader is shy at first but kinda bossy towards the end. fight for dominance lowkey. PIV SEX. sukuna had four arms and used all of them. TEASING. fingering. creaming. possessive sukuna. feral reader. lowkey pining. talks out love. overthinker reader. pet names (kuna, pet, baby, monster, etc.) dirty talk. oral (f receiving). praising. multiple positions. rounds and rounds and rounds.

w.c: 8.2k

a/n: if I told you that almost 5.5k is smut would you believe me?

“Testing,” I said into the tape recorder. “One, two.”

I played the audio back and grimaced at the sound of my own voice. After years of extensive research, one could only hope to move past that insecurity. I deleted the recording and placed the device on the table. I dimmed the lights within the small community library and opted to turn on a few electric candles. I adjusted my wire-rim glasses and pulled my mini-twists into a ponytail. Once satisfied with the set-up, I slipped on white cotton gloves and pressed play on the recording.

“Good Evening, listener,” I said politely into the device. “My name is Dr. Y/N L/N, senior archivist at Jujutsu Library here in Japan. I hope you are doing well.”

I proceeded to place a heavy box on the table and continued to talk. “I am using this recording to document the initial opening of the Ryomen Grimoire. It was reported to be a book of spells for a powerful emperor named Sukuna, all the way back in the Nara period of Japan. For reference, that would be somewhere in the 1100s.” I cleared my throat the remark and placed two hands on the lid. “There is not that much history on the empire, as his life is riddled with mystery. There are far too many conflicting reports about who Sukuna was and how he came to be one of the most ruthless rulers of all time. Some say it was due to him being orphaned at a very young age. Others say it was his father's abuse of him. Then, there is a tale of lost love. Apparently, a woman he was dating had cheated on him and fallen pregnant with another man’s baby.”

I cleared my throat again and started to rub it gently. There was a subtle tightness around the area that caused irritation to my whole being. But, that hadn’t been the only thing. I could feel chills slowly drifting down my spine and goosebumps began to rise on my arms. The sensation was odd on many accounts. The first being that I was in the basement of the library. It was notoriously known for being without an air conditioner. I had spent many days, drenched in sweat, archiving old materials. There had been a crappy fan stationed here, but its winds were too powerful for such delicate papers. The second odd thing about the room was that I hadn’t been particularly cold, nor scared to obtain said goosebumps. I was not trembling with fear or on the brink of freezing to death. My body was utterly calm and my mind totally clear. My temperature was neutral; I wasn’t hot or cold. Reading grimoires and looking at so-called “haunted” materials was a typical Sunday for me. It wasn’t something that brought me joy or excitement, it was just my job.

“As you possibly tell by my brief description, the stories conflict quite a bit,” I continued on. “One cannot be an orphan with a father or vice versa. In all truth, researchers are all confused as to who he truly is. They are trying to figure out what kind of man he was and how he impacted Japan’s history. This is why the discovery of his grimoire was massive and brought in a lot of attention. Scientists from all over the world are flying in to witness its contents. But, lucky for us, Jujustu Library is the first one to get their hands on it.”

I undid the metal latches on the side and began to raise the lid. A retched stench tore through the air upon opening it. My body shivered with disgust and I felt myself gag a little.

“Note to self,” I said to the recorder. “Please restock facemasks as soon as possible.”

I’d simply cut that part out later.

I tucked my nose in my shirt and inhaled deeply. “I will now take the grimoire out of the box.”

The book was approximately twelve inches wide and fourteen inches thick. When I had dropped my hands in the box and grasped the edges, I could tell by the weight that it was about eight hundred pages long. It was a remarkable five to six inches thick, with a leather buckle holding it shut. I placed the heavy object on the table with a gentle “thud and proceeded to unlatch the leather binding. Small flecks of dust seeped from the pages as the pressure was released from the latch. They painted the white table a subtle rusty brown color.

“It seems to me that the book has been stored in some kind of volcanic environment,” I observed, adjusting my glasses. “The dust particles have a reddish tint to them. This insinuates that the box must've been buried in iron-rich soil. This kind of dirt can be found near recently erupted volcanoes. Magma has high levels of magnetite phenocrysts, which hardens over time and creates magnetite iron.” I looked closely at the lid of the crate and hummed. “This theory is justified by the imperfections on the outside of the crate. There a subtle singe marks on the lib of the box and on the left side. This is interesting, to say the least.” I cleared my throat. “I will now peel back the cover of the book.”

True to my word, I took the cover of the grimoire in my hands gently and peeled it back to reveal the cover page.

“There is a scripture written on the first page,” I said, bringing my face closer to the brown pages. “It’s quite, faded, but I will do my best to read it aloud.”

As definite as the sun

And consistent as the moon

The power of Ryomen Sukuna will possess us all.

The King of Curses is a God to Many

Ruler of all things dark and cruel

Father to the monster of the below.

He feasts on the innocent

Lusts for the wicked

And craves all things violent.

“The last part is a little hard to read. There seems to be a substance covering the last stanza,” I mumbled, a little frustrated at the notion. I sighed deeply and adjusted my position at the table. I walked over to the far edge and dug into my tool bag. I pulled out a magnifying glass and a flashlight. I brought the touch a safe distance away from the book and clicked it on. With the magnifying glass directly behind it, I was able to decipher the words rather quickly.

With the moon at a crescent

And a lady nearby

Ryomen will come alive

She will call out to him

Bring him back to the land of living

And he will conquer it all once again

Suddenly, the light above the table began to flicker and buzz. The moment I raised my head to look at it, the light clicked off. The room was shrouded in darkness, aside from the little flashlight in my hand. I used the little beam to direct myself to the room’s exit. I gripped the handle of the door and gave it a fierce turn, but it wouldn’t budge. It was stuck. With all my strength, I pulled and pushed at the heavy metal door. I tried my best to remain calm. I knew better than to let panic consume my body and make me behave irrationally. This wasn’t the first time creepy things happened when I conducted research on a haunted object. There were instances where the object flew across the room whenever I came near it. Other times, random scratches appeared on my body. I have had my fair share of weird things happening to me in the presence of cursed objects. But, locking me in the room with it was a new one. The entity attached to the artifact would much rather have me far away from it, not in the same vicinity as me.

A warm gust of wind brushed against my back, making my body tense. I could hear the familiar crackle of fire in the distance as a purple-ish light filled the room. I turned my body slowly toward the table. My eyes widened at the sight. A flock of magenta flames had covered the surface of the black table, while black smoke filled the space around it. Within the fire, a deep, menacing laugh appeared. It filled the room instantly and brought shivers down my spine. My legs buckled and eventually gave out as I watched the scene unfold before me. My back slid against the metal door and my rear ended up on the floor. Gradually, a figure started to appear in the flames.

There was a head covered in unruly, spiky hair; which led to a thick neck and shoulders. A set of arms started to materialize, followed by another.

“Dear God. . .” The realization of what was happening had sank in.

That was Ryomen Sukuna.

I had summoned Ryomen Sukuna without meaning to.

I was utterly fucked.

The last part of the body to materialize was the eyes. There were four of them. The first set had sat normally on the face, while the other appeared beneath the. The bright red pupils seemed to glow in the heart of the flames and they seemed to be staring directly at me. A wide, sinister smile slowly formed on the King’s face, followed by a seductive lick across his pointed teeth. The laugh continued to echo throughout the room and it was the thing of nightmares. Something in my being had told me I would not survive the end of the night— that the King of Curses would slaughter me the moment he had the chance. He was not known for being kind, so I knew pleading would do nothing to help me. I would just have to accept my fate, which sucked in more ways than one.

I would never be able to do all the things I always wanted to do.

Like traveling across the world, or sleeping in the Palace of Versailles. I wanted nothing more than to feel like a Queen, even if it were just for a day.

I would never learn how to be a sculptor. I had imagined my work being in museums all over Europe and people calling me the next Divinici.

I would never tell Robert from Accounting how I felt about him. Granted the crush was still fresh and I had just realized my feelings a week ago. But, I was never one to act on those kinds of things. I knew that wanting love would lead to heartache and pain. My dating track record had been nothing short of a horror movie and I never truly had a partner like ever. Which was completely pathetic, since I was swiftly approaching thirty and never even. . .

The clearing of a throat snapped me from my head. I raised my vision back to the table and gulped slowly. The magenta flames had dissipated and the black smoke had cleared. Leaning on the edge was a man— a term I use very loosely. He was massive, probably standing somewhere between eight and nine feet tall. The thick, black-lined tattoos decorated his pale skin. They made him look even scarier. He was shirtless, and his broad chest had a dull sheen to it. He wore a pair of purple, wide-legged pants and traditional Japanese sandals. Even with their loose design, I can almost spot his muscular legs beneath them. Along with a semi-noticeable bulge in the crotch area.

A fierce blush flared up on my face and I quickly looked away.

“So that is why you summoned me?” He teased, crossing both sets of arms across his chest. “The little lamb wanted to get fucked by a real man?”

The voice was deep and unnatural. It sent shivers through my body. The tingles weren’t from fear, however. They were from something else. Something a little more carnal than that.

I slowly raised my body from the floor and pressed my back to the metal door once more. “Well, if we are being quite honest,” I said, clearing my throat. “You are not a man and haven’t been one for a long time. A very long time.”

“Oh?” He smirked, leaning forward just a little bit. “So, you summoned me to get fucked by a monster? Is that it?”

“That’s not it, at all,” I interjected, calmly. “It was not my intention to summon you at all. I was simply submitting your grimoire to our archives. I must have done it by accident, somehow.”

He hummed, unamused.

Sukuna’s four eyes were trained on me. He took in my long passion twists and how they were pulled back into a high ponytail. They traveled down my face, taking in my cocoa skin and plump lips. He held his gaze on my mouth for what seemed like an entirety before moving down to my neck and ample bosoms. He sped right past those and my midsection, before zeroing in on my legs. I had been wearing a skirt that fell just above my knees, so the chubby limbs had been on display. The four pupils seemed to be glued to the pale panty-hose covering the thick thighs beneath them. They seemed to be calculating something. Maybe he was determining just how flexible I was or pondering how a woman could be that tall.

Whatever he was thinking about had swiftly left his mind the moment I cleared my throat.

The eyes snapped back up to me and a wicked grin formed on his face.

“There’s something. . . different about you,” he said, suddenly. “Something. . . off.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, adjusting my glasses.

“Well, if we’re being honest,” he mocked, completely mimicking my statement for moments before. “It is not easy to summon anything, especially a demon. Even a lower-ranking demon would require some kind of preparation before his expected arrival.” The hulking monster took a small step toward me, the smile growing wider. “And as you know, little researcher, I am not an easy demon to summon. It takes a really strong mage to summon me at all, let alone by accident.”

In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of me. His face was inches away from mine and his upper arms rested above my head. One of the hands from the lower arms had taken hold of my chin softly and tilted it upward. It forced me to look him in the eye. The smile on his face was devilish, but not at all sinister. Sukuna didn’t necessarily want to scare me it seemed. His other intention? I had no fucking idea.

“I cannot smell fear on you, little human,” he growled. “Not one ounce. But do you know what I do smell?”

He waited.

He wanted me to respond to his question.

“What?”

“Curiosity.” He let the word roll from his tongue like it was something precious.

“Well, of course,” I scoffed. “I am an archivist. It is my job to be curious.”

“No no no,” the monster shook his head. “That’s not it.” He brought his face closer until our noses were an inch apart. “You are curious about what I can do for you.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, wiggling my chin from his grasp.

Sukuna moved his back and dropped his smile to a smirk. His upper arms were still above my head, while his lower ones were caging my body. “I can smell you, sweetheart.”

“What?” My eyes widened. “Smell what?”

“Your arousal,” he answered. “And it smells so, very sweet.”

My bottom lip fell between my teeth as felt the blush slowly rise up my cheeks.

His chuckle was deep and raw— and it made my panties even wetter than before. His eyes scanned over my body once again, revisiting the old territory. By the twitching bulge in his pants, I could tell the feeling was mutual. I could feel the heat radiating between our bodies and we haven’t necessarily touched yet. Mine was screaming and begging for my mind to take the opportunity. Finding Sukuna’s grimoire had taken up almost all of my spare time; making it even harder to seek fulfillment in other avenues. I didn’t know when was the last time I entangled my limbs with someone else’s. The temptation was real and strong. I almost didn’t know what to do.

“Hand me the voice recorder,” I sighed with a stern look on my face. “It’s the little gray device near the box.”

With the snap of his fingers, the recording was nestled in my right hand. The King of Curses didn’t move one inch. I brought my eyes back up to his face and took in his devious smirk. It was so knowing and seemed unsurprised of my choice. He almost expected it and I hated that.

I pressed the “stop” button on the device and tossed it aside. I made sure to never break eye contact with the eight-foot monster as my hands lowered to my shirt. My fingers found the buttons and slowly started to undo each one. The King of Curses swiftly lost our little staring contest and stared directly at my chest. My cleavage grew one inch at a time and it seemed he grew harder by the second. Once I was on the last button, Sukuna brought his hands up to touch my breasts, but I immediately slapped them away.

He laughed at the notion. “Oooh, feisty. I love that in a woman.”

“Do you?” I asked with a smile.

“They’re always the best ones to break,” he winked.

I gave him an unamused look. “On your knees.”

A look of genuine shock passed on his face. “Excuse me.”

“Get on your knees,” I enunciated each syllable in the sentence and kept that bored look on my face.

“I think you got it mistaken, sweetheart,” he quipped, bringing his face closer to mine. That time our noses actually touched. “I am the one in charge here.”

A dangerous smirk slowly inched up to my lips and situated itself there. “Tell me, Mr. King of Curses, did you summon yourself or was I the one to do it?”

“You were, but—”

“And according to my research,” I interjected, running a finger along his solid abs. “The summoner is in full control of the demon if there is no bargain made between the two. Meaning, I can keep you here as long as I want and do whatever the fuck I want until I present you with some kind of deal. In other words.” I allowed my hands to slide lower against his abdomen until they brushed against the protruding tent in his leather pants. “I have you by the balls and I am the one in charge.”

There was an expression in his eye that I couldn’t exactly place. It wasn’t anger or frustration. It wavered the line of infatuation and intrigue. Just like me, the nine-hundred-year-old emperor was curious. I don’t think people ever challenged him before, let alone women. It was easy to be afraid of the eight-foot-tall beast. He had four arms and two sets of eyes. All his teeth came down to a point and looked incredibly sharp. He had thick, lined tattoos on every part of his body, including his face. His eyes were an electric red and seemed to bore into one’s soul the longer they looked at you. There were muscles littered all over that massive body and he could move faster than sound itself. Sukuna Ryomen was an obvious apex predator to me and I was nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

He could have simply rejected my request and placed me on my knees instead. He had all the power to do it.

Yet, he didn’t.

The King of Curses sunk to his knees slowly, keeping eye contact as he did so. He placed his hands on his lap and sat back on his heels. The demon looked up at me with wonder and a little anticipation. He had no idea what I was going to do next.

I let my open dress shirt slip from my arms and fall into a puddle at my feet. The only thing covering my top half was a simple cotton bra. It was pink and thin. When I looked down, I could see my perfectly pebbled nipples through the fabric.

Sukuna could not stop staring at them either.

Slowly, I lifted my left heel from the ground and took my leather pump into my grasp. I slipped the shoe off and tossed it aside. It hit the marble floor with a delayed “thud”. I repeated the action with the other one and looked down at the red-eyed demon. His eyes were still on my chest. I pressed my back against the metal door once more and lifted my stocking-covered foot to his lap. I rubbed my toes along the thick thighs and inched closer to the leather tent situated between them. Gently, I ran my foot against the erect member. My toes wiggled up the thick shaft, attempting to feel it through the thick fabric. I pressed the ball of my foot atop the member and felt Sukuna shiver beneath me.

“Ooh,” I taunted with a smirk. “So you like that?”

“Yes,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Does it feel good, baby ‘kuna?” I asked, rubbing the ball of my foot against the shaft.

“. . . Yes.”

“Bet you wish I would just unbutton your pants and use my hands, huh?”

The demon groaned and briefly closed his eyes. Sukuna opened his mouth to say something but immediately stopped. He tilted his head to the ceiling and murmured a few words in a language I didn’t recognize. While he was distracted, I removed my foot from his crotch; earning a growl from him. I dropped my hands to my thighs and slowly lifted up my skirt until it was above my rear. I pressed my thumbs in the waistband of both my pantyhose and my underwear and shoved them down. They slid down my smooth legs with ease and ended up at my ankles a moment later. Sukuna’s eyes were back on me. The curly mound was in his eye line and I could see his nostril flare a few times.

It was taking everything in him not to dive right in.

“Come here, pet,” I cooed, widening my legs for him.

The massive demon closed the distance between our two bodies in a heartbeat. Yet, his hands remained on his lap and his gaze was on my face. He was waiting for instruction. I almost giggled at the notion. A famed warlord and emperor was waiting for a mere human to tell him what to do. The situation was ironic in every sense of the word. But, it made my heart swell with pride. I had the deadly man, both alive and dead, on his knees before me. Sukuna was practically begging with his eyes to kiss my cunt. He was doing all he could to be a good little poppet.

“Have a reward for being such an ob—”

My leg was hoisted on his shoulder and the other was hooked on his elevated arm. Both of my feet were off the ground. My thighs were wide apart and my cunt was exposed to the demon’s hot breath. The lower lips were slick and sensitive— which made the sensation even more pleasurable. His heavy, wet tongue slid against the tingling vulva and made my whole body shiver. A silent curse fell from my lips and I took a tight hold of his pink hair. The demon repeated the action several times, before shoving his face between my thighs. His hot mouth latched onto the weeping cunt and began to suck. The air in my lungs had grown thick and it was suddenly hard to take a full breath. In addition to the suction, his plush tongue was lapping against my clit.

“Oooh. . . fuck. . . pet,” I hissed, rolling my hips against his face. “You are so good with that filthy mouth of yours. Keep going like this and I’m gonna cream all over that pretty face.”

Sukuna growled at the statement and pressed his claws into my thighs. The action was light but still heavy. He didn’t want to draw blood, but he still wanted to hold me very tightly.

I lifted one of the massive palms placed on my stomach and lifted it to my face. I took in the thick fingers and the veins along the back of it. There were callouses on the fingers and a few on the inside. His claws were sharp enough to slit a throat, which explains his gentleness with them. I brought the bruised knuckles and gave them a tender kiss. I repeated the action on each finger until I was met with the claws once again. The longer I looked at his fingers, the more I wanted them in my mouth. I lowered my tongue from between my lips and ran the tip of it against the underside of the claws. The demon groaned in response and gripped my thighs tighter. I took long strides against the calloused digits and made sure to keep constant eye contact.

“Can you lose the claws or not?” I asked, breathless.

I could feel my peak gently rising over the horizon. There was a warm sensation slowly growing in my belly and my legs started to buckle. My hips were vibrating against his suckling maw and Sukuna had no intention of stopping any time soon.

Without warning, the claws on all four of his hands started to shrink back into his nail bed. Once they were close enough to the fingertip, the point widened and formed a standard fingernail. It was still black, of course. I smiled wickedly at the fingers and started to lick them all over again. Slowly, I started adding suction to the licks. I moved my lips to each digit, starting at the pinky, until I was left with the middle and an index finger. I bit my bottom lips lightly in anticipation. I was internally scolding myself for being excited over a silly thing.

It was just a hand. It was nothing more. Sure, his palm was almost the size of my face and his fingers were twice the length of mine. It was a standard working man’s hand. The rational part of my brain couldn’t see why a girl would be so infatuated with something so mundane and ordinary. However, the irrational part of my brain couldn’t help but picture them within me. The fingers were so long and inviting— and not to mention pretty thick. Two of them were the width of a standard cock and would fill me decently. But a third would stretch me deliciously. It would do a wonderful job preparing for the monster between his legs.

“Add a finger into my center,” I instructed, lowering his palm from my mouth. “And hook it upward.”

The obedient demon did exactly what he was told and pressed a finger to my center. The digit easily slipped into my awaiting hole. A low moan fell from my lips as he pressed against my G-spot. My hips rolled against his hand, greedy for more friction.

“Add another,” I said quickly.

The need to be stretched was becoming more prevalent and more prevalent. The second finger slipped into my canal and I shuddered. The subtle burn of the intrusion was glorious. The calloused fingertips pressing against the spongy area sent me deeper into bliss. His plump lips were still suckling my throbbing bud. The air in my lungs had gradually started to grow thicker and my body started to tingle. My mouth casually fell open as my eyes closed. My body was buzzing, vibrating from everything that I was experiencing. I had never felt this good with any partner I had. Many would complain about me even asking for oral. While others thought a clit lick was enough to make me cum. Yet, here was a Demon. The King of Curses on his knees feasting on my cunt like it was the last meal he’s ever had. A bloodthirsty heathen, at least according to history, was willing to treat me like a goddess and the mortal men thought me an object.

Of course, it did help that he was attractive— in the worst way possible.

My back arched against the metal door and my hips started to splutter against his face. All the air came rushing into my throat at once. My hand, shakily, gripped one of Sukuna’s spare ones. I interlocked our fingers and squeezed them tightly. I felt the demon tremble from beneath me. My messy cunt humped his pretty face as I rode out the climax. Silent curses fell from my lips like a goddamn sailor and my whimpers were barely audible. Stars exploded behind my eyes and electricity coursed through my veins.

When the wave had come to a staggering halt, I pushed Sukuna’s head away from my oozing pussy. His fingers slipped from my sensitive walls shortly after. The demon set my shaky legs down and sat me on his lap while he rested on his heels. He stared at me with all four of his eyes. A tired smile fell on my lips as I gazed down at him, happily.

“Kiss me.”

His lips were on mine before I could finish the last syllable.

The kiss was slow and sensual. It made my heart grow warm and needy. It felt like something you’d give to a forgotten lover. Like a last effort to remind them of what they had lost. It engulfed me in feelings I hadn’t felt in a long time. Tricked my brain into thinking he actually had feelings for a mere mortal.

I pulled away from the embrace to catch my breath. His kisses continued on. They inched down my jaw and along my neck. My shaky hand reached up to his pink locks and tugged lightly. My body rolled against his; desire was nipping at my heels once more. A pair of hands took hold of my waist and kneaded the soft flesh around it. I sighed, amused at the sensation. The skilled fingers moved lower and lower until they were palming my rear. He squeezed and pinched the soft flesh, growling while he completed the action. The hands moved lower and captured my thighs. He hoisted my body in the air once again. We were still attached at the lips. My hands were in his hair and my hips were rolling against his lap.

"I need you," the demon growled against my neck. "I need to be inside of you. Right now or I'm going to paint the floor with my seed."

He wasn't the type to beg, I knew that for sure. The little statement was meant to suggest that he was nearing his limit. More than ever, he was desperate to be situated between my walls.

A chuckle fell from my lips. "I barely touched you and you're already going to cum? You better not be a minute man, 'Kuna."

He scoffed and lifted his head from my neck. The intensity of his gaze made my insides rumble with delight and my head spin. “Don’t be mistaken, Historian. This little game of yours is truly something, but don’t let it go to your head. I could fuck you to the inch of your life and still wouldn’t reach my peak. You mortals are easy to break, all it takes is a few orgasms and some dirty words.”

I hummed, unamused by the comment. “Is that what you want? To break every woman you come in contact with?”

“Only the pretty ones,” he quipped, pinching my backside.

I didn’t even flinch.

“Well, let’s see how long you can keep up with me, Your Majesty,” I said with a sigh. “Give me your worst.”

“You shouldn’t have said that, little human,” he snickered. “You’re gonna regret it.”

With the flick of his wrist, the remnants of my clothes were in ribbons on the marble floor. Never once did my feet touch the ground in the process either. He cradled me with one pair of arms while using the other to do his dirty work. I was completely bare before Sukuna, and our bare chests were pressed together. His upper arms were caressing and massaging the soft flesh along my back, while his lower arms hooked around my legs and gripped the underside of my thighs. The King of Curses brought his lips to mine once again, before lowering my body onto his awaiting member. I didn’t even notice that he had taken off his pants and exposed the massive rod into the cool air of the room. Due to our position, it was hard to catch a glimpse of what it looked like, but I did feel it.

A gasp fell from my lips as my eyes fell closed. The stretch was delectable and stung marvelously. My oozing walls contracted against the throbbing member, almost begging him for inch after inch. The girth was unimaginable and it almost brought tears to my eyes. I dug my nails into the Curse’s forearms and tossed my head back. Silent moans kissed my lips as my walls continued to ooze all around him. Sukuna’s breath grew coarse and his grip on my thighs was tight. I could feel his eyes staring at me; taking in my lewd demeanor and the feeling of my tight pussy.

Before we both knew it, his entire length was situated in me and it seemed to shock him greatly.

“How fascinating,” he marveled, moving his upper hands to hips. “Never has a human taken all of me, without some resistance. This union is going to be better than I originally anticipated.”

“I’m ready when you are, ‘Kuna,” I said, gripping his forearms tightly.

The eight-foot-tall curse started off slowly raising my body off his shaft and lowering back down gently. It was a cautionary measure to just how much I could take and how fast. Little by little he increased his speed and pressure. More and more my body bounced with such rigor and persistence. I didn’t start to truly make noise until the monster was basically dropping me on his awaiting cock as if I weighed nothing at all. Shouts mixed with moans spilled from my lips as I looked up at his face. Sukuna wore a cocky smirk with pride. It felt as though he was proud of himself for obtaining such a reaction out of me. I dug my nails into his forearms and watched as his smirk faltered from the sensation.

Pain must’ve been the easiest way to his heart.

The heavy member was stretching out my poor womanhood in every direction. However, I could feel the plush head hitting a spot deep within my cunt, just beneath my cervix. The pleasurable sensation was making every nerve in my body sing. The longer his thrusts invaded my welcoming body, the closer I was being brought to orgasm. It wasn’t long before my thighs started to tremble from the insane movements of the monster. A thin sheet of sweat started to form on my body. I could feel my walls flutter rapidly against the massive cock and tension build in my lower abdomen.

“Gonna cum already?” He snickered. “I thought you said I was supposed to keep up with you?”

I lazy smile fell on my lips. “Your ignorance is showing, baby ‘Kuna.”

“Please do share, Miss Historian.”

Before I could reply to the statement, the King of Curse started to drop me even harder on his cock. The additional pressure on my a-spot had forced an electric shock through my body. My upper half jolted forward and my grip on his forearms tightened even more. I could see my knuckles begin to turn white from the hold I had on him. All the nerves in my body began to buzz and my abdomen started to ache. The climax was close enough for me to taste, but not close enough to devour. The need to cum had taken over every other thought in my mind. The worries about how dangerous the monster fucking me had slipped away. I no longer cared that he had been the most dangerous man in history, nor did I care about how completely insane the evening had been with him. I had never imagined being entangled with such a notorious curse and having him fucking me for the last hour with little kickback. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying having this monster at my beck and call. Nor could I believe that he sank to his knees and submitted to me.

It wasn’t something I had been expecting, but I sure as hell wanted more of it.

The orgasm struck my body like an arrow and threw me forward. Sukuna quickly repositioned his hands— wrapping two arms around my upper back and two around my waist. My thighs hooked around his hips and my arms were placed around his neck. My entire body was convulsed from the orgasm. I pressed my face fell against his smooth chest as I shivered against him. Curses and whimpers oozed from my lips as my cunt painted his dick with a thick creamy substance. He never stopped his thrusts. Sukuna kept the same, hard and quick pace as I became undone before him. The feeling was completely otherworldly and indescribable. I never wanted him to stop. I never wanted to be apart from him. I wanted our bodies to be joined together forever.

When the final wave of the orgasm left, an insatiable feeling had taken its place. An unrecognizable greed ate at my womb, begging the monster to fill it to the brim with his seed. The need wasn’t something I was ashamed of, but I wouldn’t dare share it with Sukuna. The King of Curses would let the statement go straight to his head.

I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his half-hooded eyes. He was studying me closely. Taking in my every reaction to see what my body craved the most. It made my heart flutter.

While his hips worked their magic, I leaned back into his arms and placed my hands on his shoulders. Slowly, I moved my left hand along his collarbone and placed it at the base of his neck. His eyes were focused on my face, a look of encouragement on his face. He wanted to be choked. His crimson eyes were practically begging me for it.

But, I needed to hear him say it.

I moved my hand back to his shoulder but never broke eye contact. A look of disappointment flashed upon his face before he quickly washed it away

“If you want something, pet,” I offered with a smirk. “You gotta use your big boy words.”

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he groaned, rolling his eyes.

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” I replied, the smirk widening to a smile. “Now, come on, baby ‘Kuna, tell your Mistress what you want her to do to you.”

A sigh fell from his lips and he briefly closed his eyes. “Will you. . . Can you. . . choke you me. . . please?”

I could feel my heart flutter once more from the broken sentence. I was almost tempted to ask him to repeat it, but I knew he wouldn’t no matter how much I begged. The shameful look he gave me when he opened his eyes made my insides stir. It added to the overall pleasure of the slow, deep thrusts he had been giving me. My chest was swelling with an emotion I didn’t fully recognize and I was almost scared to acknowledge it. There were remnants of love and longing in his gaze. I had seen glimpses of the emotions earlier, but I had tried to convince myself that I was going insane. Yet, the more I looked at him, the clearer his emotions seemed to me.

Slowly, I placed my hand on his neck and gave it a subtle squeeze.

His eyes fluttered closed and a low groan erupted from his abdomen. “Harder. . .” The request was just above a whisper, but it echoed through my mind loudly.

Like the good Mistress I was, I complied.

Realizing that Sukuna was far from human— and didn’t require air to survive— placed an evil idea in my mind. I mustered up all the strength in my right hand and squeezed his thick neck with everything in me. I watched my knuckles flicker from their usual color to a chalk-white as I did so. The massive monster shivered underneath me and his eyes fluttered shut. Deep, animalistic growls pierced the air around us. They were followed by the swift changing of his thrusts against my body. Instead of fucking me tenderly with a hint of aggression, Sukuna had switched to screwing me like he hated me. His hips slammed against my center with such rigor, I almost couldn’t think straight. My whole body bounced and jumped against his. My breath grew thick in my throat and my nerves seemed to sing. My thighs grew slicker and slicker by the second until I was sure my arousal was oozing all over his lap.

“Fuck!” Sukuna growled, beneath me. “Why do you feel so good around me, mortal?”

I didn’t even have the air to respond to him. My head was doing a dangerous dance and jumbling all the thoughts within it. Even in my sedated state, I maintained the pressure I had on his neck. I could feel his thick member jolt and twitch within me. The reaction seemed to surprise him as well. His body took off in a smooth vibration as growls erupted from his throat. The King of Curses was nearing his end, only after about 30 minutes of constant penetration. To a human, that length of stamina would’ve been impressive. He would have been categorized as a good amongst men. But for a monster? It was questionable. Sukuna was known to fight for days without breaking a sweat. He could obliterate armies and leave relatively unharmed. There had been stories of his whore-ish escapades as well. Tales on how he had to reserve almost ten women in a brothel to get his rocks off. The stories, also, continued to say how each woman had to be given a “rest day” after spending a night with him and would happily do it all over again.

His hips vibrated against my pelvis and I felt his grip tighten on my thighs. A string of curses dripped from his tongue and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I’m gonna paint those pretty walls with my seed,” he growled, thrusting even faster into my cunt. “Mark my fucking territory so no other man can enter.”

The sensation in my belly was downright undeniable. The chilly approach to the climax had first taken over my toes. Numbness inched up the little nubs and to my calves. However, there was a change in temperature as it approached my thighs. I was no longer cold in that area, but insanely hot. There was heat that radiated from Sukuna and glittered over to me. My thighs felt as though they were burning and my stomach was on fire. Yet, it wasn’t painful. It was pleasurable. It gave me an added adrenaline boost. Instead of freezing like a fawn when the climax approached, I attacked like a bear. My nails dug into Sukuna’s neck and shoulder. I tossed my head back fiercely and felt the scrunchie holding my twists burst. Long strands cascaded over my naked, sweaty body.

“Harder,” I growled, my head tilted to the ceiling. “Come on, pet. Fuck me like you mean it.”

My back hit the table moments later. My thighs were still spread open and wide for the monster. He pressed his body against mine completely— the closest we have been since this whole ordeal— and started to rut into me. Filling me over and over again with his over-sensitive cock. The pants coming from his lips sounded criminal and downright wrong. It was strange to hear a monster almost out of breath, especially when to sex. The activity was so natural in comparison to what atrocities Sukuna was usually up to. It felt like the King was giving me all he had in that last round. Mustering up his last bit of stamina to satisfy his mistress.

That forbidden feeling was stirring in me once again. The one that felt dangerously similar to love. Even with my nearly fucked-out brain, I knew it was impossible to feel that way about someone I had just met a little while ago. It was even more irresponsible to feel that way about a literal King of Curses. A former menace to society in life and current pain in the ass in death. Just as much as Sukuna pleasured me, he annoyed the absolute shit out of me as well. His arrogant attitude and boastful demeanor almost made me hate him. Almost. It was his wavering obedience and the look I got when I choked him that changed my mind. I couldn’t hate him. At least not right now.

The orgasm was mind-numbing and appeared out of nowhere. It was the strongest of the three and seemed to have sent me into the atmosphere. My back arched against the table and my nails dug into his ribs. My eyes rolled back and my mouth fell open. Above me, I could feel Sukuna’s body freeze for a few seconds. His hips jolted and trembled fiercely as his cock spasmed within me. Hot cum spilled from his slit and oozed into my awaiting pussy. Broken breaths fell from his lips as he gathered my body into his arms once again. Sukuna wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly. A searing kiss was placed on my lips as he lazily thrust into my slick cunt. It felt as though he wanted to empty every last drop into me before pulling away.

Yet, even when he finished emptying his load into me, the King of Curses still held me in his arms. The kiss had long been broken, but his forehead was pressed against mine afterward. His eyes were closed and his breathing was soft. There was a peaceful look on his face. He didn’t seem to be the massive warlord, the King of Curses, or the cocky bastard that blew my back out— he was simply Sukuna and that was enough for me. My hands found refuge in his hair. I stroked the pink locks tenderly and hummed sweetly. That forbidden feeling hadn’t left just yet. Everything about that moment oozed intimacy and, dare I say it, love. As much as I wanted more of it— as much as I fucking craved it— I knew it was not meant to be. I knew I had to be satisfied with just this. My hands in his hair and his body against my own.

“You stole something from me,” Sukuna spoke, finally lifting his forehead from mine. He opened his crimson eyes and searched my face. I didn’t know what he was looking for.

I lowered my hand from his hair. “What did I steal?”

“My power,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me and pulling away. “You stole my power. Well, some of it at least.”

I sat up at the edge of the table and combed a twist behind my ear. “What are you talking about? How is that even possible?”

“It isn’t possible!” He snapped back with his back to me.

His heavy feet paced around the small archive room and there was a quizzical expression on his face. The monster had been completely deep in thought. He was working out every possible answer, theory, or hypothesis in his head as to what the hell was going on. Wondering how a mere mortal could conjure him with any preparation. Thinking about how she was able to make him subtle to her with little effort. Questioning how it was even possible that she could steal some of his power if she wasn’t a curse user. I knew what he was thinking because I too was thinking the exact same thing. The situation was bizarre for both parties and left us both stumped.

Until my eyes dropped to the discarded grimoire on the floor and something suddenly clicked.

“I didn’t steal your power,” I said, watching Sukuna stop in his tracks at the sound of my voice. “I contained it.”

Slowly, his head turned to me as the thought penetrated his mind as well. A slow, cocky smile was pulled onto his lips.

“You are my vessel,” he replied. “My anchor in the mortal world.”

“In other words, I am—”

“Destined to be mine. Forever.”

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a/n: what's good y'all? I know I am hella late to kinktober, but here's my submission. I wanted to do something a little different for you y'all. do you we like the longer stories? how do we feel about the prompts? be honest tell me how you feel about it. i love reading your comments.

also, I will post a new story before the end of October, so watch out for that.

thinking about an official taglist. how do we feel about that?

see you soon.

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opossumloverr · 10 months

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✪ RAPHAEL HAMATO DATING HEADCANONS ✪

Summary:

Just some silly lil headcanons to start of the summa❗️🫶🏾

Warning(s):

None! all fluff up in here

A/N:

OKAY GUYS ITS SUMMER VAYCAY, IM BACK AND HAVE NOTHING TO DO FOR 75 DAYS, IM A FREE MAN, SO LET'S START IT OFF WITH MY FAVORITE BOY (Gender-neutral reader!)

I would like to start by saying this man loves you very much and would drop almost anything for you

You need help with a school project? Big red is on his way, you don't know what shoes will match the outfit you picked, oh what a coincidence! he just so happens to have a matching pair of shoes that fits you perfectly, you just want cuddles? lock and loaded baby, come at him

I think I can speak for everyone when I say we all need a Raph in our lives

He protects you from his brother's teasing, even if it's just playing or goofing, he is NOT taking any chances.

He loves to scoop you up randomly, you'll get used to it don't worry

Very cautious when picking you up though, doesn't want his spikes to hurt you, he will feel mad guilty if he was the one who caused you even a little bit of pain, even if it wasn't attentional (please comfort the man)

Appreciates the little moments he shares with you, oh my gosh I actually have the perfect scenario, just imagine...

After a long day full of fun cahoots and mysterious adventures, you two finally decided to go home, you usually go your separate ways after a day like this one, but it was rather late at night, and New York lets the creeps roam at this time, so he offered to ride the subway train with you, even though you were a bit hesitant but agreed cause there's no way your gonna allow yourself to get mugged in the middle of the night and like I said it was late at night so the subway cart that you guys were on was empty, he did wear a Hoodie and mask, just in case, the ride was silent, no noises but the constant screeching of the train tracks, but other than that it was just comfortable silence, Raph was lost in his thoughts, thinking about how the next day will be and how it will end, will it be a good or bad day? or something in the middle; what's the meaning of life? and what happens after death? Where does your soul go to, to heaven? or is it just pitch black forever, will today be his last day-- suddenly, he felt a lightweight on his shoulder, the thoughts that were coming in like a rapid wave started to smooth down to a calm stream of water, he glanced down at your sleeping figure, apparently you thought it was a perfect time to take a quick power nap, how cute! he coos softly at you, loving how you're so comfortable and calm around him. god, he loves you so much ♡,

"I promise I will always be here when you need me, you're my everything, sweetie"

Sorry guys I just felt a little kooky at the moment

If you like to play fight he's totally down, doesn't fight too hard obviously, and lets you win all the time, what a gentleman

He'll hold doors open for you, push your seat out, and then push it back in, hell, he would even do that thing where a guy puts his coat on a puddle so the lady could walk through it even though she's fully capable of walking around it

Takes so many pics of you and him at places, and has a particular folder on his phone with pictures of you guys

When it's family game night or movie night, he always invites you, you are practically a part of the family so why not? (The others don't mind)

It's so common to find you in the lair with how much you go down there on a daily basis

Yall have to do lovely dovey things in a private area cause of his brothers (mostly Leo, his bitchass) constantly changing the mood

Likes it when you watch him workout, it motivates him so much, sometimes he uses you as a weight

Loves to give you piggyback rides for some reason

He likes pickles, LISTEN LISTEN, if you don't like pickles in your burger you'll pick them out and give it to him cause you know he loves em (THE OLIVE THEORY ♡)

I GOT SOO MUCH MORE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I LOBE HIM BUT ILL KEEP IT INSIDE, FOR NOW, CAUSE ITS 5:08 AM RN 💀 sorry for being dead for 5 months, AGIAN, but imma be back on my grind now 🙏🏾 and I'll try to complete all of my 15 drafts 😓 and if you see any grammar mistakes, no you didn't.

#rottmnt #x reader #raphael rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt x reader

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rowretro · 4 months

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✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

WARNINGS: Blood, gunshots, death

✧CHAPTER 6✧

✧tag list✧: @chlorinecake @nikisdubblchococake @enhypensccstarlight @strwberrydinosaur @sunghoonsbeautymark @strawbsj

After a few weeks of staying indoors for days on end, Riki finally let y/n take the baby out. It's not because he didn't trust him or anything, there were just so many rival gangs now running after him. Riki really wanted to quit being a drug lord, maybe start a successful company that's harmless and no where near illegal, or a little dance class so he can lay low and do something he's passionate about.

But once you pick up a gun, it's hard to let it go. Y/n decided to take the baby to the park, as it seemed reasonable, she carried the littlun, as she walked through the garden areas "look there! it's a little squirrel!" y/n cooed, as she turned the baby to face the squirrel, the baby giggled, clapping. Riki smiled, following after. "You have any idea on what we're going to name him?... he's almost ten months old" Riki asked as Y/n thought.

She gasped as she turned to Riki "Let's name him Pluto! a small planet with a big heart~" Y/n smiled as Riki sighed "Sweetheart- you named a tree, a fish, a Heeseung and a stray cat Pluto when you ate that brownie- think of a real baby name" Riki explained as he laid down a picnic blanket. "You're one to talk, Riki Jackson, Rizziki, Junior Riki-" Y/n started listing as Riki stuffed a marshmallow in her mouth.

"You know the view here is so pretty... it feels like its been forever since we've been out-" Riki blurted as Y/n was choking on the marshmallow, somehow swallowing it down "Lawd- why did you get the massive ones- and why'd you shove it in my mouth while I was talking?..." The girl asked with a frown as Riki mischievously giggled.

"What do you think about the name Kyle?... baby Kyle?" Y/n asked as she smiled at the baby, the baby babbling back. Riki turned to face the duo, "You know what, Kyle sounds good, it's cute, and when he grows up it'll be cool too... Come to daddy baby Kyle~" Riki smiled, as Y/n placed the baby on the picnic blanket, Riki watched as the little one crawled to him, with a little help from y/n.

Smiling, Riki took the baby in his arms, rubbing his nose against the baby's nose, "My little Kyle~" Riki cooed as the baby yanked his hair. "Aaah- Kyle- Kyleee- Something tells me you're going to be a trouble maker-" Riki whined softly, as the baby giggled at his reaction, pulling his hair a little more As y/n giggled.

After a fairly long day, Riki drove the three home, the baby asleep in the back with y/n beside. The silent drive was interrupted with multiple, ear-piercing gunshots, making y/n jolt, Riki's eyes widen as he cursed under his breath, to their luck the car and windows were bullet proof. Those motherfuckers were everywhere. swerving every obstacle in their way, and driving off the road, taking a shortcut into a much more secure, area.

Once Riki finally lost them, he turned behind to see Y/n was perfectly fine, the baby still peacefully sleeping. In fact the baby was awfully silent the through out the whole commotion. That's when it hit them. Y/n checked the baby's pulse. "Fuck- Riki there's no pulse!" Y/n exclaimed. The girl lying the baby down on a safer surface as Riki called the doctor.

Sunoo immediately picked up, hearing Riki's hysterical voice as he explained the events. "Riki, stay calm okay? just listen to my instructions" Sunoo calmly instructed Riki to do CPR on the baby... but not a single change, he then changed to mouth-to-mouth, and yet again no change...

Not stopping, He continued, never giving up "Come on baby Kyle, you can't leave me, I didn't take you to lose you like this please." Riki begged, as he continued giving CPR to the littlun. The sudden sound of a baby crying finally reached their ears, the tears leaving Riki's eyes, and hitting the baby as y/n snuggled the baby close to herself, crying in relief "Congratulations Riki you have given birth!" Sunoo joked, despite the situation, but Riki didn't care to get mad or react, he was just so relieved to have his son.

Not wasting any time, y/n gently slipped the headphones on the baby, Riki engulfing the both of them in a loving hug. "God those fuckers..." Riki mumbled, as his fists clenched. Y/n softly held his fist, the anger that was coursing through his veins disappearing almost instantly as his teary eyes met her glossy ones, "Riki... you saw what happened... i-if we fight back- t-they'll only aim for the baby, they know your weakness now Ki... I didn't want to say this before, but maybe this is a sign Ki... you need to stop getting blood on your hands" the girl explained, her eyes hopeful as Riki pulled away from her, slowly.

She was right... If he continued, things will only get worse, but if he stopped, the consequences that follow his past actions would at least be lessened. Riki kissed her forehead, and the baby's forehead, staring back into her eyes as he held her hand. "For us, and our future... I will let go of all the mafia ties..." Riki sincerely told her. He's already seen a pure, little soul lose his everything and almost his own life, he's seen his mother get killed by his own father, and he's even subjected his dear y/n to all this danger. All of this NEEDED to stop...

✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧

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sillyromance · 2 months

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Can you make comfort vore? From Optimus?

Hello, dear evelyntyecrqzy!

Sure! Here you go!

P.S: there is angst and one heavy word in this work. Also I've written it from the first person's perspective... I really hope you don't mind it.

Have a good day and take care!

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- How do you feel, little one?

It was late evening; almost all the lights were gone, the only bright area was Ratchet’s lab: the old medic was staring at the big green screen, typing aggressively on the panel and mumbling something inaudible. He was too busy to pay attention to anything else. The rest of the team left to their quarters after they had brought the kids home. No body had shown any signs of life since then.

I was lying on the couch, curled up in a tight ball. My head felt heavy and hurt; I felt cold and lonely. It was hard to hold back sobbing, but I didn't want to attract unnecessary attention - nobody cared anyways. Why would they? Were my problems that important?

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears running down my cheeks violently as my shoulders started shuddering...

And then I heard his deep, gentle voice.

"How do you feel, little one?" - I turned my red face to the huge mech behind me. Optimus Prime, my guardian. Through the cacophony of my thoughts I hadn't heard him coming. His blue optics far above glowed with concern.

I hurried to wipe the tear tracks from my face and stand up, mumbling something like: "Sorry" or "It's fine, don't bother yourself..." But as far as I did this, his large servo wrapped around me and very soon I found myself sitting on his plain rough palm, being swirled with his kind, sad gaze. I felt nothing but guilt, though the only reason for it was my depressing mood. I couldn't look straight at him, turning away over and over, rubbing my hot cheeks in attempt to get rid of the tears. I hated myself for the mess I had become – I waited for him to throw me away as far as he would get a good look at my ugliness. However, Optimus didn't seem disgusted with me at all.

- Did someone offend you? - The mech asked again with the same sincere tenderness in his tone.

I shook my head negatively.

- Is it something in your body?

I closed my face with both hands and shook the head even more violently, crooking.

- No...

- And what’s about your soul?..

I sniffed silently; choking sensation dug its claws into my throat as it let out a pathetic "Mm-gm..." and I nodded. Everything in me just fell somewhere down; I felt my poor heart beating hysterically in the stomach. There was a crazy mix of panicking fear and complete indifference. I was trembling, wishing to be left alone. But even more, I wanted to be comforted. I wanted someone to embrace me and whisper soothing words, to say that it was going to be OK, to stroke my hair as if I was just a kid. But wasn't it too much to ask? I didn't dare to believe Optimus would bother himself to spend time with such a puny, pathetic creature.

After this cut through my head, I couldn't keep myself from crying anymore – I literally burst out.

- Hey, look at me, Y/N.

Hesitantly, I obliged. I was ready to see disappointment or distaste, but instead...

- There is nothing to be embarrassed with. Do you want to talk about it?

I wasn't sure if I heard him right. Did he really... worry about me? Of course, as my guardian, he should have, regardless... Wasn't I dreaming?

- W-what d-do you m-mean? – I replied indecisively.

- I thought, perhaps you could share your pain with someone. Sometimes it helps. - A small, understanding smile appeared on his faceplate. - I'm sorry... It hurts my spark to see such precious little thing crying.

I lost my ability to speak for some seconds.

- Does it r-really? W-why?

Prime's eyebrows lifted up in surprise.

- Because you matter. You're my friend, Y/N. Friends help each other, don't they?

His gravely voice had already had its way with me. My shudders calmed down and though my eyes were still wet, I couldn't help but smiled back at him.

- Thank you... for this... But I don't want to talk right now...

- It's absolutely fine...

- ... I'm very, very tired, though. - At the moment I said that, my spine weakened and I collapsed at the flat, warm surface of Optimus' hand.

Something childish, basic, something from the abyss of my wild, subconscious core suddenly arose inside me and escaped my chest with barely audible plead.

- Please... Don't leave me here...

A quiet sigh rambled beside me; my entire figure was washed with warm air of his exhale.

- Don't worry, Y/N. I won't.

His digits closed over my tiny form. I wasn't able to see a thing anymore, but I could say for sure that we moved away from the place.

Quite soon the sounds of Ratchet's work faded away. Optimus opened one of the many electric doors and walked into a somewhat room - I heard a soft "whoosh" as the panel shifted back to its place. My guardian set me free on his berth, and only then I understood that we were in his private room. Sitting down beside me, he spoke even gentler than before:

- You are out of energy. And so do I. But still, I don't want you to stay alone...

Do you trust me?

I nod, already predicting where he was heading to. Cybotronian friends committed this small ritual with humans regularly; many were fond of it. However, I had never tried it with him. I couldn't claim that I was completely inexperienced too, but those previous times were emergencies which I couldn't truly like – they were harsh and distasteful like a rotten fruit. Now... It promised to be much more intimate. And it depended only on my wish.

I glanced at him through my eyelashes - I was too sleepy to keep the eyes wide open - and murmured:

- I do.

Optimus nodded. I was lifted up again - straight to his mouth.

Slowly, controlling every his movement, my guardian guided me inside his maw and laid my feet on his squishy glossa - there was a faint blue light twinkling at the back of his depthless throat illuminating a humid, warm chamber. Thanks to him I didn't even touch the sharp dents – their deadly blades loomed right above me, but stayed harmless, serving simply a reminder of what power Optimus actually had over me. The glossa curled around my legs as soft, thick blanket, then released them and I was pushed further to the glowing entrance of the esophagus.

I stared down, processing what was about to happen. I appreciated the leisure pace Optimus chose with me; his gentle licks and steady, rhythmical ventilating brought me nothing but comfort and peace. I sensed my toes in his pharynx and waited for inevitable with dull thrill - to be unceremoniously drugged into misty, humid confines of the muscles’ trap, to be deafed and choked. That what I was usually met with before, every time I was gulped down. However, when Optimus swallowed, his artificial, metal flesh contracted just slightly, pulling me so carefully inside that I almost missed the moment. It was like... A hug. The next swallow was just a little bit stronger - I gasped as he let his hand go off me and my tiny being got engulfed into his soft throat. It felt better than anything I knew before. Surrounded by the pulsing alien flesh, I finally felt protected and loved – the state I sought for so desperately all that fuckin’ day.

For some time he just held me there, his head titled back. I didn't make a move, trying to avoid hurting him. Living heat of his soaked into my bones and made me so drowsy that I thought I would fall asleep. However, at that moment the muscles came to action and lovingly tugged me deeper. The light grew brighter, though it didn't bother me at all; I was easily slipping in a long wiry tube constructed from the smaller ones, thinner and more solid, poured with viscous, bubbling energon – I was watching little sparks floating in there as I was passing by and a weak flame of forgotten happiness flickered in my soul once more.

Finally, I arrived at his fueltank. Its walls greeted me with a friendly squeeze, forcing me to curl into fetal position. I didn't cry anymore; all my worries and demons disappeared long ago, at the second I heard: "How do you feel, little one?"

God! I was so horribly wrong. I thought no one needed me, that I was lost, abandoned... And still, there was someone who couldn't bare me cry.

I felt Optimus' servo laying down on the lump I must have made on his waist, caressing me. I rubbed my head against the spot where I could recognize the pressure and smiled.

I did matter.

#soft vore #extreme cuddling #safe vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #willing pred #willing prey #tfp vore #optimus prime vore #hurt/comfort #comfort vore #angst #vore angst

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the-laughing-lunatic · 28 days

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I just have a simple request if you don't mind me asking. Can you do Heavy x Medic with a child reader (Their child, adopted or not, Medic does weird stuff) who is very sweet but also very strong like Heavy?

Basic storyline: One day their kid was in the forest and found a baby bear who was hurt so they tried to take care of the baby bear but Mama bear was closed so the kid tried to defend themselves and make sure they didn't hurt the mama bear to fix the baby bear like they've seen Medic do on people.

(Ofc! I kinda made this really long (wordcount: 1264), you can tell I'm not that great w/ oneshots :/ Thx for requesting!)

HeavyMedic & sweet child! reader

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was late at night. Far too late to be out in the forest at the young age of seven, but here you were, trailing behind your two dads as Medic rambled about his ideas for experiments once he found the herb that had the three of you out in the first place. Heavy and Medic didn’t want to leave you alone at the base so they wrapped you in your big fluffy coat and brought you along. You shivered. “P- papa?”

“Little Belka, is cold, yes, but your papas need to focus now. Can you stay quiet for little while?” Heavy responded.

“Okay…” You wanted to be good for them, so you kept your mouth shut and clutched your teddy bear close to your chest.

Out of nowhere an owl swooped down and snatched your teddy bear out of your hands. You couldn’t just let it get away with that! But your papa said not to talk, and you didn’t want to distract them from their important grown-up work.

You took a deep breath and ran after it, the brush scratching up your arms as you followed the owl. You ran till your legs were tired and the bird was gone from your vision. Only then did you get the sinking realization that you were lost, cold, and alone.

You sat on a tree stump, curled into a ball and cried.

ੈ♡˳

Medic and Heavy kept trekking through the forest. Medic smiled softly at a sleeping dove he saw in a tree. “Aw, taube, it’s you.” No response. “Taube?”

Medic turned around to see you were gone. “Belka? If this is joke, it is not funny. Come out now belka.” Yet again, no response.

“Oh god, we’ve lost them.” Medic said, panicked. “Misha, what do we do? Oh god, how long have they been gone? They could be dead by now, what if they’re dead? I mean, are they even respawn compatible? We both are, and if the DNA processing worked how it should then they should be too. But I mean, no one else has ever done this so we don’t know if it works. Our taube could be eaten by wolves already I mean—”

Heavy placed his hands on Medic’s shoulders. “Ludwig. Calm. We will find them, it will be okay.

Medic leaned into the touch, holding Heavy close. “I just don’t want to lose our baby…”

“We won't, I promise, our belka and will be safe and sound.”

ੈ♡˳

After a solid ten minutes of crying, you sniffled and wiped your tears. And then you heard a noise. At first you thought it was one of your papas, but it was more of a whine.

You stood up and walked towards the sound. There, laying behind a bush was a small bear cub, curled up and whining. “Oh, hey there little guy, what’s wrong?” It keened back, eyes wide. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just want to help.”

Hesitantly, the cub rolled over to reveal a thorn stuck in its paw, the area around it swollen and red. It looked similar to bullet wounds you had seen before, so you grabbed a pair of tweezers from the first-aid kit you kept with you.

As you pulled the thorn out carefully you felt a hot breath on your neck. You turned to see another bear, much bigger than the one you just helped, and its eyes were on you. It growled.

ੈ♡˳

“Taube?”

“Belka?”

It had been who knows how long since Medic and Heavy learned of your disappearance, and they had been calling out for you for most of that time.

Medic’s eyes caught a familiar piece of fabric in one of the lower branches of a nearby tree. He stepped closer, reaching up to grab your teddy bear coated in dirt and stuffing open in multiple slashes. “Misha…gott…”

“It will be okay Ludwig, our belka is strong,” Heavy said. He wasn’t sure if he was saying that for Medic or himself at that point. He gently took the teddy from Medic, holding it in his hand. So small, it looked much bigger when you were holding it. You were still so young, it’d be to soon. Heavy gave it a hug and put it in his bag. They had to find you.

ੈ♡˳

You paled at the large bear towering over you. You knew you could try to fight back, but you didn’t want to. You settled for throwing a pebble at it. “Please leave, I don't want to hurt you.”

That didn’t seem to stop the bear, it stepped closer yet again. You gently tried to push it away. It didn’t work.

You whimpered and curled into a ball and closed your eyes as tight as you could, preparing for a bite or slash or any action that you very much didn’t want to feel. But…nothing happened.

You felt the bear lick your hair and you felt yourself giggle slightly. It seemed because of the fuzzy coat he bear saw you as one of her own. It was comforting to be held close instead of feeling cold and alone just for a moment. You felt your eyelids droop and leaned into her.

ੈ♡˳

It had been hours. It was completely dark now, and both Medic and Heavy were completely exhausted. Heavy sighed and leaned against a tree. “Ludwig, it’s late, we might have to consider heading back…”

“What? Are you crazy? We need to find them, we can’t just leave.”

“You are tired, you need sleep,” Heavy said, tracing the doctor’s eyebags with his hand.

“Misha, I have gotten far less sleep for far less important reasons, I will be fine,” he said brushing away Heavy’s hand. “If you need rest you may head back to the base.”

“No, I will stay.” And so the two continued, scanning the beam of their flashlight through the forest, the long shadows of the trees stretching out before them in their search. Until the light caught on two bright, almost glowing, orbs.

They stepped closer, seeing a large bear cuddling her cub…and their child! The two both let out an audible sigh of relief, Heavy stepping forwards to take their sleeping kid. She growled, pulling you closer.

Heavy kneeled down to eye level of the bear. “Thank you for keeping my belka safe, but this is my child. Please.”

The bear looked for a second before giving a small nod, loosen its grip on you so Heavy can take you in his arms. Heavy gave a nod of respect before walking back to Medic.

You stirred at the sudden movement. “H- hm?” Your eyes opened, a smile appeared . “Papa!”

“You’re awake!” Medic exclaimed happily, reaching to Heavy’s bag to give you your teddy back. “It might need a wash and some stitching, but it’ll be okay. …we’re so sorry for losing you, taube.”

“It’s okay, I made a friend! Could I see them again?” you said, clutching your teddy to yourself as you were carried back to the best.

Medic laughed. “Ha! No, you’re never going outside again, we were scared to death.”

“What?!”

“Now, belka, he doesn’t mean never, he’s just exaggerating. You can go outside once you’re 18.”

“Come on!”

ੈ♡˳

Later that night, your teddy lay all stitched up on the night stand, moonlight spilling through the window as you laid between your two dads in bed. Having one warm body to cuddle you was great, but all wrapped in your loving papas arms you had to admit two was better.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 #tf2 x reader #heavy tf2 #medic tf2 #heavymedic

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wellthebardsdead · 10 months

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Clockwork heart pt13

Part 12 here

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES MISSING?!?!”

Tolfdir: Urag I take full responsibility for what occurred but please- *blocks a book flying for his head* Calm down! We’re organising a search party as we speak!

Enthir: HOW DO YOU LOSE AN ELF?! *rubs his face* I’ll reach out to all of my contacts I’m sure we can find him.

Onmund: we can search around the area again maybe he didn’t get as far as we thought.

J’Zargo: dunmer are not made for the cold, you don’t suppose-

Arniel: Don’t talk like that. Urag as second in charge of this-

Urag: Shut up. All of you just get out… *voice cracking as he starts rummaging around to prepare a pack for himself*

???: My, my. So the rumours are true.

Urag: *blood boiling to an uncontrollable rage as he turns around to see ancano standing at the entrance*

Ancano: *looking so smug despite the threatening warning talking to he was given by the arch mage* he’s so ‘precious’ to all of you and you lost him so easily. No matter, I’ll inform my fellow agents to track him d- *blinks as Urag suddenly teleports from his desk to right in front of him, only seeing his fist for a split second before suddenly ending up on the ground with the old orc glaring down at his bloodied face with murder in his eyes*

Urag: My baby is lost somewhere out there. All. Because. Of. You. *snarls as atronachs suddenly appear around him, all of them poised to kill* Get. Out.

*meanwhile*

Wyrm: *staring up at the horse he’d purchased nervously* u-um…

Taliesin: *brushing out his pretty white steed* …Oh don’t tell me you’ve never ridden a horse before.

Wyrm: there weren’t any stables in winterhold… and you grew up on an island and never learned how to swim.

Taliesin: I- th-that is neither here nor there thank you very much. *takes the reigns from Wyrm and ties them to his horse* but until you can ride on your own with only one arm you can ride on neigh-omi with me.

Wyrm: o-oh, c-can she handle carrying two people I don’t want to hurt he-EERR! *squeals and kicks as Taliesin picks him up and places him on his horse*

Taliesin: with how lite you are? Absolutely. *climbs up behind him and hands him the reigns keeping a thumb on it just in case* okay then, nudge her side with your foot.

Wyrm: *nervously does as he’s told and clings to the saddle as the horse takes the hint and starts moving, Wyrms horse following along side obediently* o-oh gods she’s moving! She’s moving!

Taliesin: and she hasn’t thrown us off yet~ good job.

Wyrm: …what do you mean by yet?

*a few hours later*

Wyrm: so far we’ve been attacked by wolves, 5 bandit clans, two thieves, a bear, one skooma dealer, and I saw a tree get up and run away!

Taliesin: Ah yes, skyrims nature at its finest isn’t it? At least no dragons have turned up today, I only just got my hair sorted after the last battle, why couldn’t they breathe ice instead of fire… can they breathe ice I wonder… gods can you imagine one spitting lightning that’d be- hm? *blinks as the horse suddenly stops*

Wyrm: *pulled on the reigns, staring at a crumbling prison across the waterfall* …

Taliesin: …What’s wrong?

Wyrm: I… heard somebody scream.

Taliesin: *ears twitching, not as big as Wyrms but able to pick up quite a bit* hm, I only hear the waterfall. Are you sure?

Wyrm: yes I heard a man, and-

*crack!*

Taliesin: *ears distinctly catching the sound of a whip* … *slides off his horse and leads it to some trees by the waterfall tying them there* someone’s being tortured. *grabs Wyrm by his waist helping him down* stay behind me, if I say run, run. No ifs or buts. Am I clear?

Wyrm: *nods, feeling a bit uneasy at how serious the high elf suddenly became* y-yes Tali.

Taliesin: *nods and carries him across the water right as the door suddenly swings open revealing a thalmor guard*

Guard: *holding a bucket to fetch cold water* gods why do they always pass out during lash- *pauses seeing Taliesin standing there with Wyrm behind him* What th- *suddenly silenced as Taliesin cuts their throat and kicks them over the waterfall*

Taliesin: Of course the thalmor would be behind this.

Wyrm: you… I thought-

Taliesin: Im not with the thalmor anymore Wyrm. My loyalties have changed, and if they get in your way or pose a threat to you, I will be there to protect you.

Wyrm: *blushes a little and smiles* th-thank you Taliesin, does this mean-

Taliesin: no you may not know my real name… but you can call me piper.

Wyrm: piper??

Taliesin: Oh yes, my mother used to call me her little piper~… so did the boys at the academy in fact.

Wyrm: *clueless* …why???

Taliesin: … *clears his throat* nope I’d rather not taint you with that information. Let’s um, just go inside shall we?

*a few minutes and killing another guard later*

Taliesin: *crouched down, ears pricked forward listening for life in the jail cells*

???: Ah. Good. You’re awake again~ enjoy your little nap?

???: f-fuck you cunt! I’ve told you everything I know!

Wyrm: *behind taliesin* what’s happening?…

Taliesin: shhh, I have a plan, hand me my robe and gloves, quickly.

Wyrm: *hands them to him*

Taliesin: *quickly slides them on over his new clothes before getting up and walking with purpose hoping he correctly recognised the voice* Ah, Cyrelian I thought I’d find you here! *pauses seeing an ungodly tall man shackled to the wall, back so bloodied his bones can be seen from the lashings* Busy as usual I see?

Cyrelian: *seconds from drawing back the whip to strike again* hm? Oh piper! What brings you here I thought you were assigned to finding that-

Taliesin: shrine to talos? Oh yes turns out it was real. A shame the worshippers killed my superior however. *walks over to him calmly* speaking of killing* cuts his throat in one swift motion watching the other high elf drop like a fly* Wyrm? It’s safe now. Bring a healing potion. Quickly.

Wyrm: *hurries in and freezes seeing the injured man and the dead elf* h-how did you know that’d work?

Taliesin: oh simple I recognised him, he owes me some coin. *takes the healing potion from him and walks over to the man* hello friend-

???: *looks up at him with murder in his eyes* when- when I get out of here. I’ll kill you all myself.

Taliesin: Tsk, my my you’re a feisty one aren’t you. You can relax, we’re not with the thalmor.

???: you?… *looks Taliesin up and down* you’re not?

Taliesin: hard to believe I know. What’s your name?

???: *looks at him then at Wyrm* Kaidan… my names Kaidan.

Taliesin: Well then, Kaidan- *bites the cork off the bottle and suddenly pours the potion over his wounded back* Welcome to the team.

Kaidan: FFFUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Taliesin: *covers his mouth* Language, really now it’ll heal instantly this way, you can drink another one in a moment. Honestly so dramatic.

*a few hours later*

Kaidan: *riding on Wyrms horse as Wyrm rides with taliesin* that’s about it really… was camping by the lake when they sprung on me…

Taliesin: huh, to think we were in the same area. Me searching for a shrine of talos and you searching for who you really are… it’d certainly explain why I suddenly ran into Cyrelian when we were headed to that area.

Kaidan: *glares at him, very obviously not open to the idea of talking friendly with him* eat shit and die.

Taliesin: ugh. Really? In front of Wyrm? The swearing isn’t necessary.

Wyrm: oh my papas said a lot worse in front of me. Though the worst I’ve ever said is shit, usually when I smack my thumb with a hammer.

Kaidan: how? You only have one arm?

Taliesin: *moves his horse closer just to hit him on the arm* don’t be rude.

Kaidan: fock you.

Wyrm: oh it’s not rude, *pulls his prosthetic arm from the saddle bag* it’s broken right now, but when it’s assembled I can control it and use it like a real arm! Like my eye! My papa enchanted it so I can see!

Kaidan: oh aye? That’s really neat, your da sounds like a good man, I think he and I would get along.

Taliesin: Hardly. He’s a librarian and I doubt you can even read. *ducks as Kaidan suddenly swings at him with the scabbard of his sword*

Kaidan: I can focking read you asshole!

Wyrm: *blinks feeling it woosh over his head before reaching into his bag and pulling out the book he’d found by the lake* oh, is this, your book then? mr kaidan?

Kaidan: You found that? Aye, just something to pass the time, didn’t really like it much. You can keep it if you’d like. But since your da is a librarian I take it you’re very well read? I envy that. I can read fine but I’d like to learn more.

Wyrm: oh! I’d be happy to lend you some books of mine.

Kaidan: I’d appreciate that.

Taliesin: *suddenly feeling a pang of jealousy well up inside of him* next you’ll be asking him to teach you how to count to te-

Kaidan: *pushes him off his horse*

Wyrm: TALI!!

*meanwhile*

Nerevar: *quietly steps into his and voryns room in the Mournhold temple* my love?…

Voryn: *dressed for travel but still regal as ever, sitting on the floor after getting dizzy* neht…

Nerevar: Ryn! *hurries to him helping him up* my love you’re not well, are you okay? What happened?

Voryn: I got dizzy brushing my hair… my legs ache…

Nerevar: *strokes his hair from his face* the transport is ready to take us to the ship, I made sure it’s comfy for you to rest, are you sure you want to-

Voryn: I want to come with you… but please…

Nerevar: Ryn?…

Voryn: can you do my makeup?… I don’t want to be seen in public so dishevelled… it’s taken so long to fix my houses reputation…

Nerevar: oh darling… of course… *gently lays him on the bed and picks up the red paint and a brush to apply his markings* anything for you…

#voryn dagoth #nerevar #Urag gro shub #ancano #skyrim taliesin #Kaidan skyrim #wyrm dragonborn #dunmer dragonborn #sotha sil

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fiorimaya · 1 year

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Idea: a angst-y fanfic where Dr. Teeth loses his voice/catches a cold RIGHT BEFORE a show.

Oooo interesting! I'll try it!

The Electric Mayhem had been doing a show almost every single night for weeks. Teeth was driving himself and his friends to the area of their next show which was in southern Los Angeles. However, this show was different. It wasn't like all the rest. A very well known producer was coming from the label he worked with to see whether or not the band would be a good fit, worth being signed.

Floyd had asked him something from his seat behind Teeth, and it was when Teeth responded to him that he felt something weird going on with his throat. He figured maybe he just hadn't drunk enough that day. Further down the highway, he felt his nose getting stuffy. Maybe it's just the AC, he thought. Oh wait... that still hasn't been fixed.

The band got to the venue in plenty of time before the show and decided to go ahead and get set up. Janice suggested rehearsing some of the newer songs they had planned to perform, and the others agreed. When they got to the first chorus of the first song, Teeth felt the soreness starting up in his throat. He had stopped singing for a second and cleared his throat. Floyd and Janice turned to look at him, but continued singing. Teeth tried to jump back in on the vocals but overtime his voice kept getting more and more hoarse.

At that point, Floyd and Janice stopped singing and playing and looked at him, cueing the others to stop as well. Teeth saw all of his friends look at him with concern.

"Why'd you stop? We were almost at my favorite part," Teeth spoke, his voice extremely hoarse at that point.

"Teeth? You feeling alright?" Floyd asked.

Teeth nodded.

"Well, you don't like, sound alright..." Janice said.

"I'm fine. Let's keep going." Teeth insisted.

Janice shook her head quickly. "I think you need to like, totally rest your voice. Especially before this show."

"She's right, Teeth." Floyd put his bass on its stand behind his spot on stage. All the others nodded in agreement.

Teeth looked down at his keyboard and ran his hand over some of the keys. "Fine..."

A couple hours went by. The band had been in the green room waiting for their show time. Teeth had probably drank a gallon of water just trying to fix his voice issues before the venue owner came in to tell them that the venue was nearly full and they could get started.

"Well, let's go like, have a great show!" Janice said, standing up from the couch with Floyd's help.

"Hopefully great enough for that producer to like us," Floyd stated.

Teeth opened his mouth and tried to speak but nothing came out. His eyes widened and his hand went over his mouth as panic filled him. Janice had noticed it and her mouth gaped at him. "Teeth? You like, lost your voice?!"

"What?" Floyd's eyes darted over to him.

Teeth tried to speak again and got the same result.

"NO VOICE! NO VOICE!" Animal yelled.

Zoot was still asleep on the couch.

Lips blabbered something in panic, too fast for the others to understand.

"Like, what are we going to do?!" Janice panicked.

"Well, we can't do a show without Teeth!" Floyd exclaimed.

"No show?" Animal asked sadly.

Teeth looked down at his hands, so many emotions running through him. Anger, disappointment, sadness... his emotions got the best of him, and he stood up and picked up his glass that he had water in before and smashed it on the ground.

"Teeth!" Floyd yelled.

Teeth was going across the room until Lips and Floyd ran and grabbed him, stopping him and calming him down. They got him sat down on the couch again and that was when his anger turned into complete turmoil and anxiety. Teeth had never missed a show, let alone had to cancel one. Performing... his passion. What he had dedicated his entire life to. It was a big deal to him. He knew it wasn't his fault but he couldn't remember the last time he had felt that disappointed in himself. He felt like he was disappointing everyone. His friends, their fans... Not only that, but of all the shows that this could have happened to, it just had to be this one. The one with this very known producer coming to listen to them.

After some time, the venue owner returned to see what the deal was. His irritation did not make Teeth feel any better. The owner took to the stage to inform the audience of the canceled show. Teeth was distressed as tears rolled down his face. The band had never seen him like that before; but then again, nothing like that had ever happened before.

Lots of audience members were also irritated having bought tickets and traveling to the venue only for the show to be cancelled once they got there. One person in the audience who was very understanding, however, was a guy named Erik. And Erik just so happened to be that well known producer that the band hoped to impress.

He explained his reason for attendance to the venue owner once a majority of the audience was gone, and asked if he could go back and talk with the band. Once he had permission, he went to their green room and the band explained that Teeth had some type of sickness that caused him to lose his voice, and that they just could not do a show without him.

Erik felt sympathy and even felt his heartstrings tugging at just how close this band was and how they felt for each other.

"I'll tell you what," Erik started. "Next time you're in town to do a show, just let me know." He handed one of his cards to Floyd who put it securely in his pocket.

Erik left after that. Teeth was still laying against the couch full of sadness. He hadn't been able to catch much of what just happened.

"Teeth," Floyd said, going to him. "It's going to be alright." He patted Teeth's shoulder, causing him to calm his breathing a little and look up at him. Floyd continued to reassure him. "That was Erik, that producer, that just came in here. He's not upset at all and said to give him a holler when we do another show here. It's gonna be just fine."

Teeth sat up and sighed. Well, there was one thing that was bothering him that cleared up. "I didn't mean to let you guys down," he whispered.

"Oh, Teeth. You like, could never let us down," Janice said, sitting beside him.

Lips blabbered something to him.

"Yeah, what Lips said," Floyd agreed. "Things just happen."

Within a few minutes, Teeth had calmed down and smiled a little at his friends. "Thanks," he whispered to them. He was grateful to have such great friends to help him through moments like that.

"We're family, bud," Floyd told him. "That's what we're here for."

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cyphersyndromes · 2 years

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downtime | kim namjoon

sypnosis: you and namjoon have always been busy with hectic schedules due to him being an idol and you being a full-time producer...you planned a day off for just the both of you to spend but once again get bombarded with unexpected calls from work.

warnings: bratty namjoon, boobplay, namjoon big body

pairing: namjoon x reader

saturday evening, you and namjoon were planning to meet up in your vacation estate in jeju island. typically when the both of you had dates, it would consist of namjoon renting a whole restaurant for a certain time frame and a walk near Han river, where you both had your first kiss whilst looking at a firework show.

the way the both of you met was very cute and romantic, you were reading a jane austen book Emma whilst sitting on a park bench. beside you was your Chiweenie dog Hachi, laying on your lap while u read into the sunset. you were very fond of the area as it was near your workplace and often took walks while on break or after work.

of course there were always people passing by engulfed in their own conversations, however, you found peace in that area, making it your sanctuary and a designated reading spot

sitting on the bench engulfed in your book, you notice the sounds of paws coming towards you at an alarmingly fast rate and see a white eskimo dog with fluffy fur run to you.

your dog stands up from your legs and barks lowly but you quickly calm her down as the white dog sticks its tongue out in excitement and puts his paw on your leg. you pat the dog's head as you notice the dog has a leash on its collar.

"MONIIII" you hear a male voice yell from a close distance, you raise ur head and notice a tall man with black hair slowly run up to you once he realizes his dog is with you.

" oh my goodness im so so so sorry, I was walking him and he got too excited by a stupid squirrel and I lost control of the damn leash and he ran off," he says slightly out of breath from chasing him from the other side of the park

you chuckle and look at him, noticing how handsome he was, even if he was panting for dear life.

" no worries your all good, it happens to the best of us" you pause as you see your dog and his dog sniffing each others butts.

"looks like they are already fond of each other" you say as you put down your book slowly, placing it on your lap

he looks at the dogs and then back at you.

"guess so" he laughs while he squats down and grabs his dogs leash

"im so sorry for the inconveniece truly" he says as he gets back up looking at you

"please dont worry about it haha, your dog is very cute, what's its name?" you say as you gently pet the dog's head

he looks into your eyes and evidently gulps

"R-rapmon, got him in 2014"

"Rapmon??" you say as it is quite a peculiar name for a dog

"long story actually, but yeah hes been with me for a long time and apparently he loves to chase squirrels," he says with a sarcastic smile

"long story huh? im all ears " you say shifting your position on the bench with a straight back whilst patting the spot on the bench next to you

he looks at you and smiles, sitting down next to you, evidently feeling butterflies in his stomach

from that moment on namjoon and you kept contact with each other as you spent the night talking about your pets, your job, and quite random things

it was love at first sight

riding in namjoons car, you engulf the scenery in Korea as you make your way to your estate , hands interlocked with namjoon as he has one hand on the wheel and the other intertwined with yours.

"almost there" he says as he looks at the GPS announcing its 3 minutes away.

you sigh in relief, wanting to just relax at least for one day.

you turn your head to your boyfriend who is concentrating on the road

"you look so hot driving" you say slightly squeezing his hand

he chuckles

"just got my license baby" he says

"about time, your time as passenger princess is over because your going to be driving me everywhere now" you say as you stick your tongue out at him, recalling the past 2 years of your duty as the driver role in the relationship.

"whatever you say princess" he says as he turns to the gate of your estate, putting in the number and pulling in to the big house

you were fucking wealthy.

it was nearing sunset and you and namjoon unloaded your items from the car and sunbathed by the pool while reading the same book, kind of like a mini book club but instead its you and your bookworm boyfriend

you enjoyed talking about the book while exchanging sweet kisses and him picking u up while jumping into the pool, making you both drenched, but you both couldn't resist being playful with each other

you both cleaned up and were now watching the sunset while drinking mimosas that namjoon made. he held your waist whilst resting his other hand in the ground,

you looked at the sunset and admired its beauty. you turn your head to namjoon to find him staring at you with the most admiring eyes.

"you truly are so beautiful y/n" he says as his attention averts from your eyes to your lips, slowly leaning in

"so so beautiful" he whispers sweetly whilst softly placing his lips on yours, kissing you ever so softly.

butterflies and fireworks erupt in your stomach anytime your boyfriend does something, he truly is so romantic and never fails to make you giddy.

you and namjoon engulf in each others lips whilst you hear your phone ringing from your pocket

you slowly pull away from his lips as you grab your phone and see your boss is calling you.

fuck.

"ughh its my boss" you say sulking as you just wanted this day to be just your and namjoons.

"its okay my love, take it" he says and gives u accepting eyes

you nod and answer while slowly getting up

"Hello?" you answer the phone

"Y/n? Hi, Hey I know it's your day off but I sent over samples that we just went over with heize, we need your approval to go on, I'm sorry I know this is last minute b_"

"N-no its fine, ill look over them right now sir" you cut him off

"Oh really?! Thank you so much y/n I really appreciate that from you, it will just be quick" he says

"I got it, no worries, bye sir," you say as you hang up and walk back over to namjoon who is still looking at the sunset, hearing your conversation.

"I'm sorry baby, they want me to go over some samples real quick, I just need to give my yes, and then ill be back to you," you say genuinely upset.

"it's okay baby, seriously go ahead," namjoon says with a reassuring smile.

you bend down to give him a peck and walk inside to your computer to review the samples.

it had already been 30 minutes since you were reviewing these samples, they sounded peculiar so you gave a note with ur comments, engulfed in your work. you know you shouldn't be this uptight with work right now, especially on your day off but you cant help it.

you were listening to the last sample as you see namjoon coming in from the outside, merely dragging his feet like a little boy, however you don't notice his sulky expression.

he looks at you, entrapped in your job. he huffs but opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, placing it on the counter.

namjoon opens it and drinks it while looking at you, noticing how hot you look when your focused.

he always found your drive for work so sexy and admirable, your dedication to music really pulled him in as he too loves producing music

namjoon puts down his water and walks to you, noticing no glance from you.

frustrated, he places his hands on the table and stares at you.

you look up from your computer to see namjoon standing in front of you.

you pull away your headphones, "hi baby, ill be done in a few minutes" you say to him immediately pulling ur headphones back on, once again engulfed in the sample, critiquing it.

Namjoon huffed and made his way to your chair, standing behind you, looking at your screen

he leaned over and paused the music. you look over while putting your headphones away slightly

“hey!!, please baby just 5 more minutes i promise” you say to him as you put your headphones back and play the music

namjoon rolled his eyes, not in annoyance but in frustration, he’s been thinking about you for 30 minutes outside, in not so heavenly ways.

he scoffed while placing his hand on the arm rest of your chair and slowly leaning his head towards your neck, feeling his warm breath on your skin

you widen your eyes, realizing namjoon was going to get your attention one way or another.

he placed kisses on your neck while tracing patterns on your thigh

you softly bite your lip, not wanting to draw into his tactics

he moves his hand to your headphone, pulling them away from your ear so he has acess to your earlobe, placing kisses there, your weakspot.

you could hear his breathing against you, everything was so hazy

“i need you princess” he whispers against your ear whilst placing soft kisses near it,sending shivers down your body.

you pause the music

“n-namjoon i need to focus on this” you said obviously shaken up

he hums in disagreement as his hand inches closer to your heat, your body reacting naturally by slowly spreading your legs

“you promised no work” he whined like a baby

“i know i know” you said while moving your head, allowing namjoon more access to you

he quietly growls against your ear

“i shouldn’t put it off joonie” you say faintly as he is rubbing you from your shorts,

“but you can” he says while leaving faint marks on ur neck

you slightly moan as u feel his tongue circling on ur neck

he smirks and stops

“fuck it “ you say as you take off your headphones standing up and smashing your lips on your boyfriends, moaning into the kiss as you were near soaked from your panties

namjoon pushed you on the desk as your tongues were fighting against eachother.

he wrapped his hands around your waist, making his way to the band of your bra and unhooking it, smirking into the kiss.

you pull off your shirt while namjoon takes off your bra, breaking the kiss swiftly

he looks at your boobs and back to you

“so fucking sexy” he says while moving his lips from ur chin to ur nipple, giving you kitten licks while he moves his hand to your other boob, playing with ur areola

you moaned as he played with your nipples, knowing that was your most sensitive area.

feeling overstimulated, you tug on namjoons shirt, wanting to see more of him.

he stops sucking your boobs to take off his shirt, revealing his large frame and you could’ve sworn your pussy was throbbing

namjoon looked so sexy, tan body with muscular and broad shoulders, alongside a long chain dangling from his neck. he was all yours

you grab his arms and feel his bicep, smirking up at him.

“your going to be the death of me, kim namjoon” you say as he carries your body from the desk to kitchen counter.

“i’m gonna pound that pussy right here” he says against your ear

fuck

pt2 with smut?!?

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pekoamv · 2 years

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Present Past And The Future Part 2

Warning: Curse words, spoilers

Sparrow Ben x Reader

2k Words

A/N: English isn't my first language sorry If I made any mistakes :)

‘’I’m Y/n Quinn, and yea I’m new in town.’’ you responded. ‘How long are you planning to stay here?’’ Ben asks looking at you smiling. ‘’I don’t know it’s nice here apart from the bank robbery yesterday’’ you said with a confused look on your face. Ben responds by saying ‘’luckily the Sparrow academy came and saved everyone’’. You look confused at Ben. The first thought that popped into your head was I saved everyone right? Still looking confused you reply to Ben ‘What’s the Sparrow academy?’’ Ben looks surprised at you ‘’you don’t know the sparrows?’’ He sighs. ‘’Well that explains a lot. You let Bens hand go and ask him what he means by that. Ben smirked ‘’calm down Y/n I was joking’’. You shrug and apologize. “Let’s get shopping’’. Ben smiles while leading the way.

An hour later you thank Ben with a huge smile on your face. Ben replies with ‘’Yea if you ever get lost again or need anything just call me.’’ He slid a note to you with his number on it. ‘’Will do and thanks again’’ you say happily. ‘If you want to thank me, you could just take me on a date tomorrow.’’ Being shy about what Ben just said, you look confused for a second. ‘’Alright Ben, when and where?’’ Ben smiles. ‘’Does 8pm sound good to you? I will pick you up since you’re new in town’’ Ben says and walks away smiling to himself.

A few moments later Ben gets back home. ‘’I’m back!’’ Ben shouts while slamming the door behind him. ‘’Fei said you found the girl and talked with her.’’ Marcus responds with a big sigh ‘’Her Name is Y/n, she doesn’t know anything about us and is quite new in town.’’ Ben says while looking at Marcus who’s sitting on the couch. Fei had many more questions about the new girl. “Did she say anything about her powers or about yesterday? She asks Ben. ‘’No, she didn’t, I have a date with her tomorrow to figure more things out. Maybe she will talk about it when she trusts me more.’’ Ben responds annoyed sitting down next to Marcus. Marcus looks at him ‘You did all of this without telling us you aren’t number 1!’’ Marcus looked mad. ‘’We are a team we make plans together!’’ Ben looked even more annoyed than he already was. ‘’Do you want me to cancel it?! Ben shouts and stands up. ‘’Calm down we are family’’ Sloane’s says trying to calm them down. ‘’Sloane is right, and Ben’s plan is pretty good?’’ Jayme says with a smirk on her face. ‘’Take her here so we can meet her.’’ Marcus says sitting back down Ben turned around to face Marcus again. ‘’No, she will meet you all when I say so.’’ Ben had enough and walked away. Sloane whispers to Fei ‘I think he likes the girl.’’ Sloane giggled ‘’You think so?’’ Fei whispered laughing ‘’It’s obvious.’’ Sloane responds

Next day

‘’Good morning!’’ Sloane says excited. Ben responds with a soft good morning and walks in the room. ‘’Where will you go with Y/n? Jayme asks while eating het cornflakes. ‘’Can I eat in peace for once?’’ Ben replies and takes his food.

Your pov:

‘’I’m lost again, I just wanted to buy food’’ you say to yourself. You grab your phone and call Ben.

Bens phone rings. ‘’Who is that?’’ Marcus who came into the room asked while grabbing some milk. ‘’I don’t know, let me pick up.’’ Ben responds ‘’Hello who is this?’’ Ben askes Hi it’s me Y/n, sorry for calling. Ben smirks and replies ‘’Its fine, are you okay?’’ ‘’It’s his girlfriend’’ Sloane wipers to Fai and giggles.

‘’Yeah, I’m fine I just got lost again.’’ You say while being worried, Ben replies smiling with ‘’Tell me what you see, and I will come soon as possible.’’ You describe the area and thank him.

‘’Y/n is lost I will pick her up.’’ Ben says walking away. 20 minutes later you were waiting for Ben to arrive. ‘’Y/N!’’ Ben shouts stepping out of his car ‘’Ben thank you so much!’’ You shout running to him ‘’Are you okay and how do keep getting lost?’’ Ben asks looking worried at you ‘’I don’t know this place sorry and I’m okay thank you.’’ you respond looking embarrassed at the ground, Ben smirks and pulls you into a hug. ‘’Did you eat anything?’’ Ben asks. You just shake your head because you’re in embarrassed.

At the café

‘’Take what you want it’s my treat.’’ Ben says ‘’Thank you Ben, why are you so nice to me? You ask looking at Ben, ‘’Want me to stop, alright buy for yourself then.’’ Ben responds jokingly. You reply with ‘’I wasn’t planning to accept your money anyway.’’ Ben looks confused at you. A few masked men with weapons are came into the café ‘’GET DOWN AND GIVE UR MONEY OR WE SHOOT’’ shouted one of the masked men. ‘’Y/n get down.!’’ Ben said and started pulling your arm and made you sit down next to him. ‘’Are you, okay?’’ he whispers to you worried. For a moment you question yourself if you should use your power. But you don’t want Ben to see it or get him hurt. ‘’Y/n!’’ says while tapping your shoulder. ‘’Sorry I’m fine’’ you reply ‘’Don’t lie to me’’ Ben responds annoyed. He stood up and used his tentacles taking the masked men down.

5 minutes later the cops and the rest of the Sparrows came to the café. ‘’You’re a Sparrow?’’ you ask in shock. Ben replies with ‘’I will answer all your questions later, I promise.’’ He looks worried at you, you nod your head still in shock from what you’ve seen. ‘’WTF happened?’’ Marcus asks Ben ‘’5 masked men came with weapons, and I used my power to stop them now, happy Marcus?’’ Ben responded mad. ‘’Are you and the girl okay?’’ Sloane asks worried. Ben replies with ‘’I’m fine but she’s shaken up from it.’’ Sloane walks up to you ‘’Hi I’m Sloane, I am Ben’s sister, are allright?’’ Sloane asks with a smile on her face. ‘’Yea I’m fine, nice to meet you I’m y/n.’’ You responded.

Ben walks up to you and says ‘’Want me to bring you back to the hotel?’’ No, I can walk there by myself. I’ll see you tonight you reply and walk away. Ben takes your arm and asks you if you still want to go on this date after what you’ve just witnessed. ‘’I’m curious and I deserve answers.’’ You said shrugging. All you could think about is what you just saw. He got powers, he is like me, I need to know more about him. ‘’Fei watch Y/n and Ben, I hope this doesn’t ruin our plan.!’’ Marcus says mad Ben replies agitated with ‘’It fucking won’t!’’ and he walks away.

2 hours later you looked everywhere to find out more about Ben and his family and what shocks you that you are all born on the same day and got all powers. ‘’Wtf does he know about me and my powers?’’ You say to yourself, ‘’I should get ready before Ben comes’’ you say to yourself walking to the bathroom, around 8 pm you wait outside before the hotel in a nice dress for Ben to pick you up, Ben Shouts ‘’Y/N!’’ Walking out his car with flowers in his hand ‘’Hey Benerrino.’’ You respond looking at him. Ben replies with ‘’Don’t call me that, thank you, are you okay?’’ ‘’I’m fine I.’’ You stop. ‘’I just want answers, okay?’’ Ben smiles ‘’You get them but don’t forget its also a date so try at least to have fun.’’ He handed the flowers to you. ‘’Here I hope you like them.’’

You reply embarrassed, ‘’Thank you where are we going?’’ ‘’What’s the fun about it if I tell you now?’’ he giggled. ‘’Don’t worry about it you will like it.’’ Ben said Smirking and driving, after 5 minutes of silence you decided to talk and ask Ben ‘’did you know about my powers and that we are born on the same day and if yes was all of this an act?’’ Ben replies while on the road. ‘’Yes I did know about your powers and what I did wasn’t an act, I asked you out because I like being with you.’’ You blush and looks away. ‘’I also like being with you Benerrino.’’ You reply while still looking away. ‘’Don’t call me that Y/n or I will give you annoying nickname.’’ Ben responds, ‘’I don’t care I like it you.’’ say giggling.

10 minutes later you arrive, ‘’We are here.’’ Ben said while getting out the car and opens your door, ‘’Thank you, do you hear often you?’’ responded Ben replies while walking and taking your hand, ‘’Only if its special, like now.’’ You smile looking down. ‘’Get what you want it’s my treat said Ben smirking and sitting down. ‘’Thank you again Ben’’ you responded smiling after 30 minutes eating laughing and talking ben says smirking ‘’Come, I got one more place to show you.’’ You respond with ‘’What place?’’ while taking Ben’s hand ‘’You are going to like it, its 5 minutes from here.’’ Ben said smiling while walking and holding your hand,

5 minutes later you arrive there and it’s a very beautiful place where you see the town and has many lights. ‘’What do you think Y/n’’ Ben said while holding your hand, you reply with ‘’Its beautiful, thank you for bringing me here.’’ Ben looks at you and going slowly with his face closer to you and says thank you for coming with me y/n, you make me feel something I never did.’’

Back at the present 2019

1 day after the fight with the Umbrella academy, you woke up with Grace next to you ‘’Hi Y/n are you okay?’’ Grace asked, you respond with ‘’I’m fine, thank you grace, what happened?’’ Grace replied while standing up, ‘’You hit your head very hard that made you faint. Ben asked me to tell him if you woke up to go to the gym room. ‘’I will thank you.’’ you responded while slowly standing up, 30 minutes later after you showered and got ready you arrive at the gym room and say ‘’Hi Everyone Fei and Sloane at the same time asked, ‘’Are you okay Y/n?’’ I’m fine thank you, where is Ben?’’ you replied Ben responded while hugging you from behind ‘’I’m here Y/n, I was so worried about you. ‘’I’m sorry’’ you say before giving your husband Ben a kiss on his cheek,

Marcus comes inside the room and says, ‘’Finally awake I see.’’ ‘’We need to do something to them. They disrespected us Marcus, we need to be out there finding these freaks and take them out! Ben said annoyed and facing Marcus. Marcus looks back at Ben and faces him “And get our ass kicked in 30 seconds like what happened before? Do you have any idea what would happen to our reputation if anyone had seen that? Reginald came into the room and said ‘’Number 1 you called me.’’ ‘’Yea, we want to know if you know anything about the umbrella academy.’’ Well, they have no loyalty, are unimpressive, cried too much and showered too little, the only thing they lacked more than grit was any regard for one another Reginald said, ‘no loyalty, we can use that’’ Ben responds good give a full repost to Christopher.’’ Marcus responded Reginald reply still, ‘’I wouldn’t underestimate the umbrella academy, yes, their skills are as lacking as their hygiene, yet somehow, they saved the world in 1963. Had they not, none of you would be standing here now perhaps I misjudged them.’’

This was part 2, I’m making part 3 right now, please tell me if you like and want more.

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jazzymothcryptid · 8 months

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Ghosts Of Time Chapter 2: Blood Trails

As Soldier ran to the source of the noise, terrified of what his friend might've become, he heard Scout shouting at him.

"What the hell's happening?! I hope Sniper's alright-!! oh this ain't good" Scout was carrying his scattergun. "i don't want al Mickey to be dead!" his tone was worrisome. Micky was the nickname Scout had given Sniper, the 2 were weirdly close and protective over one another.

"He isnt going to die, not on my watch" Soldier grumbled, Nearing the forresty area where sniper's cries were heard. He pumped his shotgun and was ready for fire. he looked around anxiously. "Sniper?" he asked loudly. there wasn't a sign of sniper. Scout had caught up, and was looking as well.

"HEY! his glasse...oh no.." Scout picked up Sniper's glasses. they were Broken, and had blood on them. a lot of it. it ran thin, like some sort of anti-coagulant venom had gotten into Sniper, and if that was the case, then the 2 needed to act fast. "Solly, there's blood on it, its quite thin, not like normal blood!"

"Dear God..." Soldier walked to scout and anxiously looked around. he turned his aids up all the way, so he could hear movement better. "SNIPER!!!" he shouted aloud. Scout noticed an area of struggle, and walked to it.

When scout approached it, he was horrified. Chunks of what seemed to be sniper were scattered about. Blood splatters were all over the place, and pieces of torn up clothes was around the area. there were footprints, however, no claw prints, or anything signifying an animal attack.

"soldier....come here..." Scout murmured quietly. Soldier came over, and saw the mess. "...i ain't religious, but I'm praying he's alive..." he said with a worried tone. Scout saw a blood trail, and went ahead and followed it. hoping to god he was alive. soldier followed behind.

The blood trail led to a cave. of course. soldier's helmet had stickers that glew in the dark, and so, his helmet served as a light source. the 2 looked around, anxiously. They saw sniper's SMG, and a shattered Jarate on the ground. they were close.

They went deeper into the cave, following the trail of blood, and they came across a small crevace, only large enough for only 2 people to fit in. Soldier Peered inside as Scout kept watch.

"Sniper... you in there buddy?" Soldier spoke in a soft worried tone, he grew this feeling of being watched. There was a pained Cough. no response, but someone was definitely in there. Soldier turned to Scout. "I'm gonna go into there, you rush your ass back to base and get medic. i dunno if his medigun can fix this, so tell him to bring a first aid and whatever. understand?"

"Understood." Scout bolted off. Soldier, slipped his helmet and gun through the crack, and crawled in. Sniper was there, but he looked horrific. he was pressing a torn piece of cloth on his neck, which had blood pooling down from it, he was covered in claw marks, chunks of flesh missing from his body, his skin was horribly pale, and his eyes had lost all color to them. His blood, like Scout had said, was running thin. There was even some dripping from his nose and mouth. he turned to soldier weakly.

"...mate you could've left me to die." he spoke incredibly softly, and weakly. his face only illuminated from the green glow of Solly's helmet.

"i aint gonna let a friend die like this...ill question you later..." Soldier sat down next to Sniper, and looked out from the crack he had entered from. "I take it you crawled into here to hide."

"yeah...it was too big to even fit..." Sniper winced in pain as he spoke. soldier noticed this and put his hand on sniper's lap, trying to calm him.

"here, lay down on my lap... dont speak, its straining you too much." soldier said, looking down worried at the wounded bushman. Sniper lay down on Soldier's lap, covering his eyes with his hat. "medic's coming to help alright..."

"i know you said dont speak but I'm feeling mighty tired mate..." Sniper whispered. his tone growing weaker.

"Please stay awake for a little longer, medic will help. even though he's a bit...ahem... at night..." Soldier tried to keep sniper awake for as long as possible. worried sick.

"you sure you wouldnt mind me sleeping? just for a little bit?" Sniper soon fainted due to blood loss after that. soldier put the shirt piece sniper was holding over his neck, keeping him from bleeding out.

Soon enough, medic's high pitched voice was heard. he ran over to the crack, with scout. "ACH, Is he alive?? Or do I get free organs?" He peered inside, holding his medigun, and various other medical equipment.

Soldier lifted up Sniper, and medic pulled him through the crack. soldier proceeded to crawl out. Medic proceeded to do an emergency checkup on sniper. "Ach, some sort of venom is in his veins, no worry about that..." he pulled out a syringe and just, jammed that thing into sniper's arm like someone angry at a USB plug. Scout just gave the 'this is fine' face. Medic continued to patch up Sniper, humming happily to himself. he tried to sneak out some organ but soldier caught that and elbowed medic. medic was grouchy, but finished up what he was doing. "Zehre... he should be alright now" he fires his medigun to heal what could be fixed with that, lifted sniper up, and headed back to base. Soldier and Scout followed behind.

On the way there, solder kept hearing something whisper to him, but he didn't want to cause more of a ruckus, so he just kept to himself.

when they arrived, they walked to sniper's van, and brought him in, laying him down in bed.

"ill work on him more tommorow. im going back to sleep." medic said, and walked into the main base. scout sat down on a small couch in the van.

"you coming scout?" soldier asked.

"im gonna stay in here, dont want him to be afraid when he wakes up" scout said, finding a spare blanket.

"Alright. goodnight then." Soldier left the van, cloosing the door. he walked into his room, turned his aids off, and fell asleep.

#tf2 #tf2 au #tf2 solly #tf2 soldier #speeding bullet #writing #GhostsOfThePastTF2 #tf2 scout #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic

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hatchi-matchii · 1 year

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Post-Movie Movie Night!

Ft. Disaster Twins. and Rango.

(This was my first fic, so there may be some mistakes.)

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Leo woke up.

Covered in his own sweat, with tears pricking threateningly at his eyes, he jolted upright. He took in deep, gasping breaths as he tried to calm himself. It’s not real, he’s gone, they’re gone- he told himself, unable to believe his own words.

The crackle of a frantic voice coming through his arm piece, the aching pain surging through his veins, and one last snarky comment.

“..Hero moves are totally your style, big bro.”

He took in deep breaths, in, out, in-

The crack of his spine against the stone. The snarling, villainous voice of the kraang above him as he lie in the empty, torturous void. He was afraid. Afraid of death, afraid of never seeing his family again and yet- somehow, he knew he had to save them.He tried to endure every hit from the horrible monster- the kraang- which had lost its family too.

He had to get out.

Leo stood from his cot in the medbay. He was not supposed to be leaving yet, -orders from the old man himself- but he couldn’t stay here. Not alone- it reminded him too much of that day. That Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. He thought to himself, a bit of a smile flashing on his face as he tried to make light of the situation. Slowly, he regained his footing and stumbled as gracefully as his sore legs allowed out into the main lair.

It was almost empty in the main room, the old tv in the living area cold from being out of use. He gazed around, looking for a sign of anyone to talk to. He didn’t see anything, but just barely, out of his good tympana, he could hear odd synth beats emerging from his brother's lab. Donnie, of course! that turtle never sleeps. He trudged to his twin brother's car, not bothering to knock as he entered.

Hearing a noise from the entrance, Donnie whipped around, already lecturing before he even saw who it was. “Y’know, it’s a lot better for both of us if you knock! I like my privacy and-“ Donnie stopped in his tracks seeing the worn-out figure in the entryway.

“Leo? What-“ his face softened before being stern again. “You should be-“ “-in bed, I know, I know.” The slider interrupted. “You’re gonna act like you didn’t miss my little visits?” He leaned on the doorway, as if it were just his usual ‘bad boy’ stance and not because he was in pain from moving anywhere at all.

Donnie sighed. “At least sit down.”

Leo happily obliged, finding the purple gaming chair that sat by the large monitor in the room. “So, whatcha’ working on?” He asked, rolling the chair closer to where his twin was perched, sitting cross-cross in his lab chair, hunched over what looked to Leo like a hunk of metal.

“Just.. a piece of damaged tech I found. I'm trying to repair it.”

“For what?”

“Whatever it was used for.”

“What was it used for?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do you repair something you don’t know the purpose of?”

“‘Nardo, please get off my chair.”

Leo obliged, scooting away in the rolling chair. Donnie turned around, removing his goggles and relaxing to talk to his brother. “Did you want something? I’m kind of busy here.”

Leo sat in silence. He just needed company, someone to distract him from whatever awful visions would cloud his mind as soon as he was alone again. As he looked down, tapping the chair with his fingers, Donnie could tell something was off. Probably those damned nightmares again.. he sighed quietly. No harm in withholding his project, it wasn’t time-sensitive or anything, but this was.

“Nardo? Do you need to talk about something?”

He shook his head, still not looking up to answer the question.

“Do you.. wanna hang out here?”

Leo looked up, catching on his words for a moment. Strangely enough, he had never found it this hard to talk.

“..Yea.”

Silence for another moment before he continued.

“Got any good movies?”

“You know I do, little brother!”

Donnie stood, headed towards his rack of dvds. Leo followed close behind, rolling in the gaming chair backwards, leaning back to talk to Donnie.

“Little Brother? We’re practically the same age! We might as well be twins!”

“‘Practically’ is not accurate. And plus, we’re not even the same kind of turtle! How could we be twins, hm?”

“We were mutated on the same day!”

“We were all mutated on the same day, Nardo. Are you and dad twins?”

“Eugh, no— but we’re connected- somehow! We have twin telepathy, and you know it!”

They had had this conversation millions of times before, but Leo would never relent. They were twins, he could feel it, and he didn’t care if that wasn’t scientifically accurate.

Donnie simply sorted through his huge movie collection, not giving Leo the satisfaction of winning.

“So, what’ll it be? Jupiter Jim, The Lou jitsu collection, Rango, Jurassic park—“

“Rango. Rango sounds good.”

Donnie chuckled quietly to himself, before picking up the old movie.

Leo smirked, unsure why his brother was laughing. “What? What’s wrong with rango? I know you love that movie.”

“Yea, it’s just- seems familiar now, doesn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Just- nothing. Let’s just enjoy the movie for now, okay?”

Leo shrugged, wincing a bit at the motion. He’d almost completely forgotten how careful he had to be with his injuries. He’d thought caring for his brothers was hard, but he was used to it. Being the patient was much, much worse. And more boring. He stood carefully, walking over to the bed with cautious movements. He eventually flopped down on the purple mattress with a huff, annoyed at how fragile he felt. Luckily, Donnie hadn’t seen his struggle, too busy getting the tv and DVD player ready.

“Okay, let me go get the candy, I know you always like Reese’s Pieces best-“

“No!” It came out more panicked than leo had intended. “I mean- could you just- stay?”

Donnie stared at his brother in confusion for a moment. “Um. Yea, sure, no problem.” He sat down on his own side of the bed, the wall behind them covered in pillows to make it more comfortable to lean on. Donnie hit the play button on his remote, and leaned back to watch one of their favorite movies. That iconic opening song played, and the narrator's band quieted down.

“We are gathered here today to immortalize in song the life and untimely death of a great legend..”

Leo had fallen asleep before Rattlesnake Jake even made his appearance, and Donnie yawned, about to get up and go back to work. He just needed another monster and he'd be fine- until he felt a weight on his shoulder and realized that’s where Leo had rested his head to sleep. Damn it, Nardo. You’re too good at this. He sunk back into the pillow pile, not disturbing his brother. Begrudgingly, he got comfortable. Might as well be as productive as possible, right? Sleep can be productive…

It was barely any time at all before the two were both snoring.

“…And while he is certain to die, perhaps from a household accident- which account for 65% of all unnatural deaths- the townspeople will honor his memory! ..Even as they lose their dignity.”

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aprilxries · 2 years

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Good Luck Charm//Chapter Three

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Original Female Character (no name)

Words: 1.4k

Rating: Teen & Up

Chapters: 3/10

(all chapters can be found on my page by searching good luck charm in my tags :) )

It was early Saturday morning when I headed to the university library. I was meant to be studying for a midterm, but I just couldn’t focus. The words on the pages of my textbook all blurred together. I took a break to walk to the coffee shop down the street, but even that couldn’t calm my nerves. I told myself to get it together. I was going to go to the arena tonight, say hello to Sidney in the kitchen, and then go home and make dinner for my grandmother. Maybe I could even catch the game on TV.

By the time 5:30 rolled around I had finished half my paper. Not my best work, but it felt good to have managed something. Usually the library was my happy place. Hopefully today was just a fluke. I packed up all my school things and ran to catch the bus. It was freezing outside, and the bus was full of tired commuters just like me. A baby shook its tiny fist at me from its perch on someone’s shoulder. I shook my fist back. The baby started crying. I turned around in embarrassment.

I speed walked the three blocks from the bus stop to the arena. Christ it was cold. I really needed a new winter jacket. My beloved purple coat was starting to fail me. Maybe I could cut it up and make it into something else. The wool was worn thin, but I had a few vague ideas for how it could be repurposed. The arena came into view and I sighed in relief. My breath billowed like smoke around me.

It was blessedly warm inside. I knew vaguely where the kitchen was, so I shuffled my way around until I reached the right area. Pulling open the door, I was greeted by the sight of what looked like a restaurant kitchen. Several people looked up at me so I did the only logical thing and immediately turned around and slammed the door behind me. This is the second time I’ve gotten lost in this godforsaken place and I’ve only worked here a week. I leaned against the wall across from the kitchen doors and considered options. I could wait here and hope Sidney would find me, go back in and ask for directions, look up a map of the arena, or give up and go home. Before I could make a decision the door swung open again. A man in a white coat stepped out drying his hands on a dishtowel.

“Oh good you’re still here.” He said. “Are you lost?”

I told him I was and about how Sidney had asked me to meet him in the kitchen at 6. He nodded as if this was a regular occurrence. “You’re looking for the team kitchen. Go down the hall, take a left, and then it’ll be the third door on the right. Big windows, can’t miss it.”

I still got turned around once, but I finally made it to my destination. The team kitchen was more like the office break room than a kitchen, but it was warm and cozy. The walls were painted a pale soothing yellow.

Sidney waved to me from his spot at one of the tables. His hair was curled around his ears, and his tshirt was much too small. Swinging my backpack off my shoulders, I sat down across from him. Sidney had a large binder open in front of him. It was full of fuzzy little squares.

“Hi.” I said. He returned the greeting and we sat awkwardly in silence for a moment. “So, are you excited to play hockey?” As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew it was the wrong thing to say.

Sidney’s eyes widened and he started laughing. I stared at the ceiling. Sidney didn’t stop laughing, so I kept staring at the ceiling. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Once it died down a little I chanced a look in his direction. He was staring at me, face flushed and smiling.

“Yes.” He said. “I am excited to play hockey.” I put my face in my hands. Sidney giggled again. Through my hands I could see the edge of the binder open on the table. Desperate to change the subject I asked him what it was. Sidney, a saint, let the change in conversation slide.

“It’s carpet samples. I want to redo my media room, and my sister said this would be good to soak up a little bit of the noise.” Sidney pushed the binder toward me. I nodded along, flipping through the pages of different samples. Absent-mindedly, I started to list off the pros and cons of the different materials and textures. Eventually I realized I was rambling and stopped abruptly, pushing the binder back to Sidney.

“Sorry,” I apologized. “I know that was probably more than you wanted to know.”

“No,” Sidney shook his head, eyes wide. “That was great. Are you into interior design or something?”

I explained to him about my major and how some of the same principles of fashion design overlap with interior design. He nodded along graciously but, again, it was definitely more than he needed to know. He just made me so nervous. “So, yeah. That’s it.” I finished awkwardly.

Sidney hummed to himself for a minute, flicking through the samples again. “I think I understood pretty much all of what you said, but I’m still not sure.” He pushed the binder back towards me. “Which one do you think is best?”

I slid the binder back to him immediately. “I can’t choose for you. I haven’t seen the space, and more importantly, it’s your home. You should choose what you like.”

Sidney flashed me a grin. “What I like,” He mused to himself. “I like knowing what’s best.”

I rolled my eyes. Sidney frowned at me, “I’m serious!”

“It’s just such a non-answer.” I said. “Aren’t you the captain? You’re supposed to be good at making decisions.”

Sidney seemed surprised by my sarcasm but not displeased. “Well in that case, what I want is for you to come see the space and choose what you think is best. That’s my decision.”

“Um, what?” I spluttered. “I couldn’t possibly.”

Sidney interrupted me, “Yes, you can. Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”

I was at a loss for words. A week ago Sidney Crosby was basically a fictional person to me. Someone you saw on TV in passing, and now he was inviting me into his home. This was insane. My life was insane. Under no circumstances was I going into this man’s house.

“Yes.” My mouth was a traitor that was no longer connected to my brain apparently.

“Oh, great! I can pick you up after practice tomorrow? Would that be okay?”

I nodded dumbly, and Sidney smiled again. “Here give me your phone.” I handed over my phone, uncomprehending. Sidney fiddled with it for a minute before handing it back. “I texted myself so that you have my number.” He said this like it was an everyday occurrence and not the strangest thing to ever happen to me.

“Uh, okay.” I stuttered out. Someone called Sidney’s name from the doorway. He got up and knocked the table three times before shrugging into a jacket I hadn’t noticed before. I could see the outline of his abs through his tee. Feeling caught out, I averted my gaze before Sidney could notice. “Text me your address, okay?” He said, leaning toward me over the table. His voice was soft but his eyes were strangely intense.

I promised I would. Sidney nodded once, and turned and left without a word.

I sat by myself in a daze for what could have been a minute or an hour. When I came back to myself, I realized I was here for more than one reason and pulled my textbooks out of my bag. How was I going to tell my grandmother about this?

On my bus ride home later that night I looked up the score.

The pens won against the hurricanes 6-3.

Maybe this would work out. Maybe I could be his good luck charm.

#good luck charm #sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby fanfiction #pittsburgh penguins #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby #my fic

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fuzzrawmuse · 11 months

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Special Delivery: An Encounter Unlike Any Other

Here is the short story I wrote in conjunction with my music instrumental inspired by the raffle prized I received from @KennyNaga on twitter. Naga!Kenny belongs to @ask-nagakenny Fuzz belongs to me @fuzzrawmuse

Okay, where do I begin?...Oh right! Introductions

My name is Fuzz. I am a wolf-feline hybrid. A musician (well, a guitar noise-generator more so) and troublemaker based in northeast of the grand ol’ US-of-A.

I had decided to try to get a cheap holiday flight to the mid-west by mailing myself from the east coast in a wooden crate and packing peanuts. Turns out you get what you pay for. The plane carrying postage was this old cargo unit from a bygone era scooped up for pennies on the on dollar. The vessel was on the brink of falling apart in mid-flight, and it did… the cargo hatch snapped, door popped open and I was falling out of the sky right. Two thoughts popped into my head:

welp, so much for the free trip to Chicago

and

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

The longer in free fall my heart sank further. Had my eyes closed for the whole eternity as I was bracing for impact, until WHOMP! CRACK! BWOSH! THUD! “…wait, I’m still alive?” Despite being rattled around and scratched up, I had survived the crash landing. Dazed and bemused, I pried open the box and found myself in some tropical jungle area alone only with my trusty guitar and cheap flip phone with a cracked display. “I’m not going to last long out here, especially now that I’ve brought attention myself to any potential predators” little did I know that would be the exact thing that would happen, but by what?

I left the rubble behind, anxiously to find reception to make a distress call so wouldn’t get eaten alive. After wandering aimless for hours (I’d lost count after the first), I couldn’t for the life of me find signal. Not good. Instead, I found a skyscraper-like tree with an enormous trunk and innumerable array of branches. With my feet nearly about to fall off, I decided I needed to take a breather. Hopelessness was setting in:

How am I going to get outta here?...

Too tired to move my legs and on the verge of nervous breakdown. I sat at the base of the big tree, guitar in my hands, plucking away at the strings just trying to calm my nerves. Struggling to find the right notes just to ease the growing tension, knowing nightfall was fast approaching and that I was in unfamiliar zone.

I was so engrossed in the music that I didn’t realize that I was sending vibrations through the tree all the way to the top… then suddenly I heard a deep male voice from above me.

“Well, I didn’t know there would be a concert this evening”

I jolted up from the based. “W-who said that?!” I was not alone as I thought… “L-look” I stammered, “I-I-I wasn’t trying to cause a racket, I just made a f-few wrong turns and just-“

“Racket? What you were playing sounded pretty good to me” The voice interjected.

“wait, really?”

Who was this? It sounded like some aristocratic I would’ve run into down in Georgia, but there was a warm, welcoming quality when he spoke that made me feel more at ease. For all I’ve known, this guy could be trying to sell me snake oil out in the jungle.

“Would love to have up here to hear more your musssic~”

Weird, that sounded like hissi-

Before I could finish that thought, a long snake tail had descended from the tree and wrapped firmly around my waist.

“w-WOaH!!” barely keep hold of my six-string as I was hoisted up into the tree. The anxiety creeping back in. Oh, dear Neptune, what have I gotten myself into? …And yet the ascent was not forceful, whatever had abducted me had me secure in its coils and was lifting me steadily without rapid momentum. I couldn’t tell if this was an elaborate trap from a mastermind predator or a benevolent invitation from an eccentric host. Amid the inner turmoil of uncertainty, the higher I was lifted I was able to see sunset over the whole tropical jungle. For a moment, it was serine and peaceful…

Then I was about to see who or what had plucked me from the jungle floor as I was brought through the foliage up onto the thickest branch. There to greet me was something I couldn’t have imagine being real…

“Apologies for not properly introducing myself”

One half a broad muscular human with long flowing copper locks, pronounced nose and chin. The other, gigantic serpent.

“My name is Kenny” the naga said while gently setting me down onto the tree branch.

“F-Fuzz” I stammered, in awe and ‘dear in headlight’ terror “my n-name is Fuzz.”

“Well nice to meet you face to face” Kenny said with a friendly smile as he extended his arm out to shake my hand.

“So what brings you here?” he asked as I shook his hand.

“Oh um, well I…” So I told the naga how I ended up here. He listened with interest as I detailed the series of events, made me feel less anxious the more I talked.

“Good heavens!” Kenny exclaimed “So that was the loud crash I heard earlier today. That seems like lot of effort for a not-so pleasant trip, hope you aren’t too hurt.” Most of my times in peril, people would assume the worst of me and actively avoid me. I would have to shrug it off and move on. So, it was really weird that to hear genuine concern from a creature that dwarfs me in size, not knowing for certain if would become his next meal.

“Yeah,” I sheepishly replied trying to play it off my turbulent journey, “I have been through worse, all in the name of rock n’ roll, haha.”

As I dryly laughed, I felt the adrenaline wore off, and I was beginning to feel the soreness all over my body.

“You must be exhausted after such a long day,” Kenny remarked as he saw me rubbing my neck.

“I mean,-“ I tried to interject but I had to relent “…yeah, it’s been kinda of stressful day to put it lightly.”

“Perhaps I could help alleviate you stressssss, Fuzz?” He proposed

“H-how?” I asked nervously trying to save face, not knowing what was to happen next.

“Are you some kind of hypnotist?” I asked half-jokingly. I saw a mischievous grin form across Kenny’s expression “Well…” he said “I have somewhat of an expertise when it comes to hypnosis”

I felt the blood drain from my face, I knew it. I was done for. I was going to be put under and swallowed whole. “Well it’s b-been a niiiiice visit,” I said, shakily getting up from the branch “but I really must go.” As I tried to make my escape, I glanced down realizing that I was up a good a hundred feet from the ground. Vertigo nearly made me fall off, so I looked back up to see Kenny still deviously smiling back at me. This I exactly where this naga wanted me for easy picking. I closed my eyes in fear with my back against the tree.

“W-w-wait!” I pleaded, with my eyes shut firmly holding onto my guitar for dear life, “don’t eat me, please! I’m just fur and bones.”

I was bracing for the strike… nothing happened. There was a pause, then a deep chuckle from Kenny

“Eat you?” he said, “I’m not going to do that, I wouldn’t get to hear your music again.”

“Then what are you going to do with me?” I asked tensely.

“I just want to help,’ Kenny said tenderly, as he gently took the guitar out of my hands. Now with my arms covering my eyes still unsure of what was going to happen. I felt his hands caress my face, which slightly surprised me but strangely didn’t oppose. Lord what is coming over me?

“You deserve to get some resssssst” he said into my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

“How s-s-so?” I stuttered.

“Let me look at you” Kenny’s voice drenched in honey “so you can sssee what I have to offer.”

Cautiously, I lowered my arms and slowly opened my right eye to see Kenny right in front of me, but now his eyes were now blooming rings of blue, yellow, orange, green, blue, yellow, orange, green, blue, yellow… I was caught in his gaze each passing second. Unsure of what was exactly happening, I felt each color washing over my worried mind with a calming warmth and coolness. As the rings grew stronger in my head (blue, yellow, orange, green…) the tension in my neck and shoulders began to wane. I start to feel something at my legs. Something slowly wrapping around my body steadily coiling from up my waist to my chest. Kenny was forming rings of colors in my head and rings of coils of his long tail around my body.

“Looks like you’re starting to ssssee,” his voice echoing a deep tranquility into me, “how’s about we get both eyes, if you pleassssse.”

At this point, I slightly dazed smile forming along the edges of my face. I was a mumbling, repeating back a few odd words, syllables, noises back whilst in my trance-like state. Feeling his coils encapsulate my body “hngg, mmh,” I replied “Ke-Kenny, it feels so good, so go—” before I could finish, Kenneth’s tail completed wrapping around my collarbone and easing over the last trace of my neck. Giving one last tender squeeze around my whole body, opening my left eye exposing it to the rest of Kenny’s hypnotic gaze, sending my mind into intense bliss. With both eyes reflecting the ever-changing colors of Kenny’s and his scaley tender touch, I had succumbed to his sensual embrace over my whole being. He spoke gently into my ear as my eyes slowly began to shut

“Ssssee you in the morning…”

I awoke to a calm morning atop in the jungle, snug in coil cocoon. It was the best sleep I had in a while.

“Ah, good morning, Fuzz” Kenny said, “did you sleep well?”

“Mhmm?” I sleepily hummed “you could say that.”

He and I both chuckled, then Kenny offered to fetch some fruit for breakfast before. I happily accepted as I stretched my arms from out of his coils to go and offered to help Kenny. As we went scrounging, Kenny proposed to drop me off by a jungle expedition he saw just north of here to get me back home

“You know,” I replied “I wouldn’t mind staying for another day. After all, I still owe you a proper concert for the hospitality you gave”

Kenny smiled “That can be arranged~” he said as he gave a warm grin back to me.

I would’ve stayed longer, but I had to get back to my stomping grounds. I recorded as much of music I remember hearing during that fateful day, it’s still a little blurry in details, but the feelings I had are all there.

One day I’ll have to make a return trip to this jungle, minus the crash landing. I’m sure I’d be able to find Kenny again, I know just what to play to get his attention. If he doesn’t mind me as a repeat guest. Somehow, I think that’s exactly what he wants…

#ask-nagakenny #first encounter #hypnosis #short story #appreciation post

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thewanderer-000 · 5 months

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"Coming Home"

Modern AU

Rae "Scarlett Knife" Little Flower Thompson rode down a long stretch of road humming her favorite song enjoying the new found freedom. She left "Club" life and rode away with its now fading marks, like any former member. Luckily she made a new friend Mary-Beth before leaving, her members all decided to live out on their Club leaders family ranch. They were now known for taking in others who were transitioning from living in "club" life. Rae had got lost out in the desert mountain area, she became somewhat distressed and pulled off the road stopping and parking her bike outside the small town bar. The sun would be setting in a few hours, she hated to be out in the middle of nowhere at dark. She decided to go ask the bar keep her whereabouts, luckily the bar keep was one of the former Van der Linde motorcycle club members. She said I wouldn't miss it if I drove here and there as she scolded some creep from trying to duck behind her bar.

"You try and step behind my bar again I'll skin you alive! Damn weirdos. Bill, get him out of here right now. Oh! But you shouldn't miss it, Rae. Dutch and 'em should be out in the field fixing some fences today. I hope they hire you, they need more strong women folk there" Karen said happily after the big burly guy named Bill tossed out the creepy drunk.

"I hope so too, thank you Karen" I left for the ranch immediately but I could have waited. As I drove there I was being followed by that drunk creep that was at Karen's. I drove fast on my Norton but he kept up and didn't let up, he bumped once then twice. I picked up speed but I couldn't go faster without possibly crashing to stop or a firey death. I turn instead of following my intended directions, I got a chance to finally catch my breath. Then like that I get bumped a little harder and fish tail it, the one time I didn't pack my firearm on my person. I didn't know what to do since he was on my ass again, I get some control but lose it in a moment as he bumped again then my chain broke. I act quickly since I've been in this same situation before, with a broken chain wrapping around I do my best to jump for side. I do my best to go to soft ground but come up a bit short and skid there and get a bit caught on something. I then roll up in it and I'm just thrashed, the weight of my helmet feels uneven my hands feel odd, most of me feels odd. A truck comes up fast and someone approached quickly, I see his cowboy silhouette and I can't push my helmet visor open for some reason.

"Oh, shit. Hey are you- conscious there baby" he says softly like he was calming down a wild animal as he knelt by me.

"Uh-, fuck. I am feeling thrashed but if you can see anything wrong I can't feel it, much. Please push my visor open, I think I'm tangled up in something" I say trying to sit up but just lay back then my knight in cowboy boots and faded jeans pushes my visor open. He looked calm and shh'd me from getting up, I didn't know how bad I looked but I assumed it was bad. I want to wipe the sweat from my face but obviously my right arm is caught on something.

"An ambulance is coming and so is my friend with some wire cutters" he said softly then another set of foot steps came over quickly.

"Oh shit, they okay Arthur" this voice said as he approached us cautiously. I cough and start to feel my hands, and a sensation of not being able to make a fist with either hand.

"She's good Charles, conscious, dazed and thrashed" Arthur said, I smile and lightly chuckled at that but felt an odd twinge, a familiar twinge that was a tell that I'm exactly that, thrashed. Maybe broken up in my ribs, I'd hate for that to be an injury.

"Maybe, we could take off my helmet, I wanna see how bad it is" I say but could hardly bring my right arm up without feeling it catch oddly, I use my left hand but it isn't any use.

"Sh, I'll get your helmet. Oh, ok" Arthur said and Charles made a noise but Arthur did as I wished. I don't know what to expect, besides blood, dirt and maybe roadrash. Probably a lot worse as well. I prop up enough on my left arm, and see the damage and I just lay back as I see little pools of deep red collecting. An ambulance siren whirs in the distance, I just lay there as Arthur and Charles freedom me from barbed wire that wasn't in bedded. They get done as the ambulance makes it, as soon as the EMTs get to checking and securing me I'm unconscious. It hurt so bad as the adrenaline fade, I couldn't help but cry then. I didn't remember too much, but Arthur was there at the hospital.

___________________

Rae lay their bandaged up, stints on her fingers and arm, a neck brace, ivy and heart monitor attached to her. Poor Rae, I helped her since she didn't have much, though, Dutch sent his credit card and had Charles to deliver it. But I had already taken care of it after she was in the OR, luckily her backpack had her important papers and medical records. Then Charles took Dutch his card back 'em and Rae's stuff to Van der Linde Ranch. He texted, Tilly and Mary-Beth set her up and made a room up for her when she gets out of the hospital. Then a whining groan got my attention, she stirred.

"Hey, you. Where am I and what time is it?" I looked at her and was glad she woke up, I know the doctor said she should be awake soon but still with the amount of blood she lost. Thought she'd take a little longer, though I feel tired from the blood transfusion.

"More like, what day is it, you've been somewhat unconscious for a few days. Dutch van der Linde sends his regards, him and his partner Hosá Mathews couldn't be here so it's just me and you in the city for now. The hospital life flighted you to the nearest city hospital. I'm Arthur Morgan. The others had taken the liberty to get you settled in our business, since I've already taken care of your medical bills" I said to assure our new charge she is going to be taken care of, she looked like beat and probably felt worse not the first time. I've heard of her work, and I'd seen her fast acting in her wreck, poor woman. I feel bad about her bike, anyone who's ever owned a bike is super sad about their bike than their own life. And she inherited hers from her father.

"Awesome. Uh, what do I owe you?" Rae said like she had the cash on her right that second, much like a certain Marston.

"Don't worry about it darlin', just rest, you've been through enough this week" a doctor stepped in after a knock, I sat at her bedside to listen to the extent of her injuries.

"Good morning, Miss Thompson, I'm doctor Sawyer. Um, I'm afraid I've got some good and bad news for you and your supervisor. From the wreck you got roadrash, fractured and broken bones in your arms and hands. Two cracked ribs. Severe hematoma on various parts of your body, and on your sternum, cuts and scrapes. But the damage from tumbling into the barbed wire, ripped and torn skin and muscles in your right arm and hand. It when wrapped along your lower back and around your left leg it cut and tore, severing a few tendon in both left leg and one in your right arm. With time you'll be back to normal with physical therapy, you're mighty lucky your supervisor was a blood match. You wouldn't imagine how much blood we're going through since last month. Aside from that we got you stabilized from the second surgery. We may need to keep you for observations, you have any questions Miss Thompson?" Doctor Sawyer asked at the end, Rae sat looking at her scraped up helmet with melancholy in her eyes. She nodded no.

"Uh, no. I sure am going to miss my bike, I imagine it didn't survive the crash too pretty, like me?" I looked at her afraid that she was right, the picture Charles texted me was a crumpled heap.

"Yeah, about that Rae. Your bike is beyond totaled, I'm not going to let you see the pictures but it will be taken care of" she sighed looking at her injuries then lay her head back feeling the medication as the doctor put her dose in.

"This dose isn't as high but it's enough for the pain for now. The nurses will be in to change bandaging and bedding incase you bled through" I couldn't help but watch that doctor eye Rae, Mr. Nightingale best keep them manners in check. That good morning sounded too friendly.

"Well, you best get, it must be a very busy day for you doc" I say warding him off with my friendliest stern face, I wasn't sure if I had seen correctly but was she smiling there for a second. Rae and I waited for the nurses watching TV in her room. A soft shuffle padded to the door, and the door opened cautiously. An older nurse came in, she reminded me of Susan Grimshaw but as a nurse.

"Hello, I'm head nurse Merida Lopez. And we're here for Rae, if need be we'll have to lift you on to this gurney like thing to change the bandaging if-" she moved the blanket over and made a grim face, and like that she gestured for me to get over there.

"Think we'll need your assistance Mr. Morgan, take this gown so you won't get blood on yourself" I do as she says, the way she says "Mr. Morgan" made me alert, it was all too familiar. She calmly moved the covers back and looked over Rae with care.

"Bedding will also have to be changed" she said to the younger nurses that followed her in, she had me stand right by Rae to pick her up.

"This may hurt even on meds, ok dear. Take a breath and we'll get you settled, girls as soon as we move Rae you strip the bed and make it up. Ok lift her gently, Mr. Morgan" I brace myself if not for me but for Rae, she whimpered and put her face into me as I got her in my arms. I wouldn't the least bit bothered by injuries like this, I'd been in situations like this in my early years and probably 10 years back. Also helped other injured like this on the lamb and what not. I placed her on the "gurney", Mrs. Lopez took care in Rae immediately and had her gown untied before I sat her down. She was so swift and quick then a woman came and held Rae as I just as swiftly ushered out the door.

"Thank you Mr. Morgan, we'll open the door soon after we're done" I heard whimpering cries and gasps and the head nurse soothing Rae. That lasted a while, I felt for her, I honestly would have rather it was me. The door opened and the younger nurses came out pushing a laundry cart and bandage cart.

"Mr. Morgan" the head nurse Lopez called and had me pick up put Rae back.

"She'll be a little tired but feel free to go out, or to the cafeteria or gift shop. Have as good a day you two" Lopez said after we got her back in a clean bed, and me out of the scrubs, I nodded as she left. I went and sat with Rae a bit, wondering if I should step out for a bit now or later. I look at Rae to see she was just looking around the room, face puff from crying.

"Well, that fucking sucked" she said after a deep breath it was all she could do for the time being.

"And you'll be like this for a while and a bit longer, I've been in the same situation" she softly chuckle and winced at what I said.

"O'Driscolls?" Rae asked with an amused little smirk on her lips, I laughed myself, amused that tales of the Dutch and Colm blood feud was still being told.

"Yeah. This, that and other but O'Driscoll was definitely a problem for us" I say wondering what stories were being shared around the camp fire, and whom was sharing them stories. No doubt, I'd guess Uncle, but we haven't seen him in a long while, almost a few months or so.

"That and I'd seen pictures, last year this old fart, charming but always seemed to be in some sort of trouble. But that's actually how I met Mary-Beth, she asked for help and luckily it was one of my own that had him. He was lucky, Old Mah found him handsome" Rae said and scratched her nose, I wonder if that was the time we were on a cattle run. I had to ask.

"So about the old fart, what kinda pictures did the old fart show you?" I was curious as to what he showed, knowing Uncle it was illegal, inappropriate or embarrassing. Or all of the above, good times.

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Rae stayed at the hospital till it was okay for her to be released, and had an assigned nurse for her bandage dressing. Especially since a few injuries had needed some extra care, Rae was also learning how to care for them herself. She was so happy, it was fun and interesting to watch the nurse clean and dress her wounds. Much like watching her father fix his bike and any other vehicles, Rae had watch with fascination. Arthur would watch as well when he was there, they'd both ask the nurse questions. It was always her second favorite thing to watch.

"OK, carry me out muscles" I say to Arthur after the nurse said that I was ok to leave since Arthur took care of my other things. He chuckled at me and carried me out to the car, I honestly was hoping he'd just fly, like Superman. Days in hospital room with no one but Arthur sometimes was good, definitely had a crush on 'im, I think he felt the same hard to say at the moment.

"Your chariot awaits, ma'lady. Let's get you to the ranch. Officially" Arthur teased as he and Charles got me in the SUV. Once in the car Arthur handed me, my medicine.

"We'll stop at a restaurant so you can take those with food" I don't argue, normally I would, I'm stubborn like that sometimes but today I was glad to be out of there. I remember seeing cats, it was a little daunting but I did lose quite a bit of blood. I don't think those cats were actually there though.

"Finally, and we can eat something that's not served with plastic utensils" both men laugh, we get to a place with barbecue I eat what I can but once the pills hit I'm tired and ready to go before I pass out. I wake up to the ignition turning off later in the afternoon.

"OK, Charles grab Scars things and I'll take her up to her bed" I hear Arthur's voice and feel the rumble as I absent-mindedly cuddle up to him, I remember the night I broke down and whine feeling vulnerable but it subsided as he whisper it was ok. It was good to be out of the hospital now. He put me in my bed gently and set my a phone on the night stand.

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