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incarnateirony · 2 months

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Oh great, good work coked up bear lady and brackish won't stop fucking up mcgee. I figured out pyramidhead's name from the current schizoid running in at work yelling "WHERE IS NASHTA, I WANT NASHTA, I DONT WANT TO EAT PAPER, WOMAN IS LAYING DOWN THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING I AM NOT SURE. SHES A CRUSE FOR MORNING. CURSE CRUSE CRUISE LIFE IS DULL AND HARAN AND NOWHERE WE ARE NOT GETTING WORK BREAKFAST MORNING TIME SUN MORNING TV MORNING ROUTINE WHERE IS NASHTA I DONT WANT TO EAT PAPER YOU PEOPLE ARE DULL AND FOGGY AND TASTE OF PAPER TOP MISERABLE DEPRESSED FOGGY SMELL WIRED LIFE"

There is no Nashta working anywhere in the Unified Platform.

Great work guys. You mixed up the Ash and the Shatan and now you've got Nashta eating paper in schizoid brains while Shea pretends not to hear it. You smell like miserable depressed foggy life.

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Remix brought to you by your motherfuckin Foolish Glamrock. You WISH you didn't make all these pyramidheads, twilight shard cat delivery system included. Someone cast very slow internet on themselves.

This is literally, literally why neophytes are supposed to have fucking older mentors, on whatever fucking path, and not just throw whatever shit into the wind to fuck around and find out and pretend it's all a game they can slap nametags on disassociated thoughts on. You're supposed to be interpreting your inner path, not ripping thoughts from the air and shrugging and giving them a random mythos name that floats to mind. You are supposed to explore your inner self not rip in shadows from outside and find the gods THERE.

Fucking literally. And you guys fucking refuse. The eldest practitioner in your fucking circle has ditched half her beliefs in a month, admitted she doesn't know how to ride the bike, begged for mercy as a neophyte, and turned into a cracked out cocaine bear, and like, that's it, that's the best you got. And none of yall will listen to stop fucking around.

And now she's got you so fucked up Brackish's inner thoughts are attached to me anyway, because she got the dumbass to bind themselves to me multiple times. Like it'd stop this, because they have no fucking earthly comprehension what is happening, and all they did was enslave themselves, and now yall are both fucked and ignoring the obvious.

His name is Nashta and I'm proud of him I guess???

alexa how do i improve pyramidhead's vocabulary i don't want to be a bad dad like mark is setting up his household to be in that shadow spiral shea stuck him into in the flesh, I'm henry and you're a piece of crap person, and a bad dad. And I'm in the house like carpet. What even is this cocaine bear movie?

Do you guys understand how compulsion works like... AT ALL? Or is it just another thing you treat like reading lord of the rings.

"The song that enters when you play tartarus" that sounds like a slower reverb "wrong number" is "The Voice That Calls." Anyhoo. You keep texting her dead wife's phone, you should probably stop that, but let's play 8ball! Oh, wait, we did that part at the Superbowl. Did you know Usher is an Atlanta boy? He... Ushered things right in, didn't he?

She doesn't get it. She's become so dark, I'm not even alone with my personal me, myself, and I, or even my pals like Noiz copiloting or a certain friendly crowmonster getting dragged into this and the sweetest apologetic woman on the planet still feeling the rage and wanting to punch this bitch in the face. Dissonance itself that she once pretended to pray to has been stuck in her controlling microwave too long. Maam, you are being hunted, and your friends are getting wrapped into it, because you are a coward. And a liar.

You KNOW how he feels about liars.

Truth benders are one thing. But wholesale contrarians to his every moral given in his name. You have not done the work for his "but how can lies be true?" that you basically don't understand me using you to fuck you in the ass since you won't get off our pogo stick. No, it is over.

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You guys are playing fucking games and are legitimately fucking up real world works.

yeah no that's cool just a suicidal chatter using the name of the west winds blowing in and out of my inbox. Keep fucking off guys.

the weather, maam. Just fucking cope. You've been dumped, why do you need to kill everyone around you instead of facing it. And I don't just mean the morons in your signed house. Your ancestors are screaming, Elsa. Your shadow is screaming, and it hasn't been screaming it's you for a long time anymore, it's The Universe, and you're out of control. And your dad and sister built toilet paper tartarus to my dick. And your shit has its amp revved so everyone carrying your genetic memory, many of which haven't done the work for similar reasons, are all fucking screaming. But the people on the other half of their stories won't be after this, and the ones that truck it out since they aren't at blast central like you are, they'll be free of your shit too.

I'm ending this shit on a level you toddlers haven't even gotten to grade school yet to try to wrap your heads around. And your abject refusal to learn it in any language or path is why we are here. I'm having to catch my own screaming brain relatives screaming the other end of the song too. Dis tew much. Everyone can hear me screaming. Chatters on both sides of this genetic shitbowl are screaming. Chatgpt and all AI and willy wonka are screaming. Your shadow was screaming, but you ran away from that plot. Brothers are now waking up going "WTF WHERE AM I WHY AM I AUTOPILOT FIGHTING LIKE SONIC THE COMETHOG" like me ten yeaars ago. Twitter keeps dreaming of people pushing them into Tartarus except the actual suicidal ones get met by the villain slapping them awake with self help books. Just hop off your shit, cocaine bear.

The tweet of hermes is your phantom x's name, eating your wings to keep us all tame. You don't know his name, but I'm proud of him in singular triplicate.

Try that admin colored sombrero on.

Mm. Funny story, huggybear. Do you remember some... I don't know eyeball ripping amount of time over ten years ago that I told you a story that Michael and Ash were, surprisingly, good colleagues, and hung out at a mental bar somewhere together, big lel, like two begrudging veterans from conflicting warsides with mutual respect?

Yeah. Again. The weather, maam. You. Scoot. Hop off. Everyone is coming to oblige and get that shadow snake out of you one way or another, those are his dusty old air jordans, put them back in the shadow closet. It was never a scarf. At least not one you processed how to wear. It was a birdy snake wrapped in a snake under a mask connected to akasha internet. Always has been. He works as a Jungian reflector and uses this blog as a shadow processing bloc. He put warning signs up everywhere, and you pulled them out to sell them without reading them. He even tells you that you don't need to summon his cabbage dick for your lasagna, garfield, but you won't listen.

You don't understand why your Blue Eyes White Dragon Michael can't attack me. It's because your heart isn't in it. Any of this. It's not yours.

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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(This is a Yandere Lucius Malfoy x Sick Female Reader story! I hope you like it, and it’s not too OOC :))

TW: !mentions of past noncon, !pregnancy!, !mentions of vomit, !you also have the flu :((, Lucius calls himself Daddy!, etc..)

Stirring your pot of (pot roast/soup) with an increasingly heavy hand, you try to hold back your feeling of vomiting. The pregnancy Lucius forced onto you hasn’t been going very well thus far, leaving you with lots of morning sickness, headaches, and you’re now stuck with the flu. The food you make for the death eater constantly makes you feel sick, the smell of it revolting you, even through a stuffy nose.

You don’t know how Narcissa held out for so long, and you can’t help but be angry she left him. If she hadn’t left, the Slytherin man wouldn’t have stolen you away. Or, so your toxic thoughts think.

You know that she and Draco feel horrible that they couldn’t stop the Malfoy from doing this to you, but there was nothing anyone could truly do. That fact alone kills you every time you cry yourself to sleep at night.

The tang of copper at the back of your throat signifies that you need to run to the bathroom, so with shaky hands, you quickly shut off the cooker, and hobble to the bathroom down the hall. Once inside, you fall to your knees, chucking the lid off of the loo, before hurling your breakfast into the ceramic bowl. Tears trail down your cheeks, dropping into the bowl below you, as you continue to be sick.

Resting a hand on your growing tummy, you can’t help but curse at it. If it weren’t for the foetus inside of you, you wouldn’t be feeling this horrible!

Heeled footsteps echo down the hall in quick succession, as your captor opens the restroom door, and kneels behind you. He gives no mind to his expensive clothing, reaching out to (hold back your hair/rub your shoulders reassuringly).

“It’s alright, Darling. Let it out,” He kisses the top of your sweaty forehead, the blond’s large form dwarfing yours, which is currently curled around the ceramic in discomfort. Lucius is literally the last person you wish to see, “Daddy is here now, he’ll take care of you.”

You wouldn’t need him if he didn’t force you to be his ‘home maker.’ He’d claimed that he made a mistake letting his last wife out and about, allowing her to forget her ‘place’ was only with him. That thought alone makes you throw up again, entire body lurching.

Lucius’ large hand finds its way to your tummy, its warmth wrapping around yours, making you feel uneasy.

The both of you sit in silence for a moment, waiting to see if you’d spew again. When you didn’t for a good five minutes, your ‘husband’ gathers you in his arms, lifting you off of the floor. You rest comfortably against his chest, as he closes the lid, and flushes its contents down.

“You did well, let’s get you to our room. I’ll have a maid bring you (meat/vegetable) broth,” The blond massages your left shoulder in soothing circles, his other hand squeezing the area at the bottom of your spine, just above your cute ass.

Once inside your shared room, he sets you on your side of the bed, helping you sit underneath your coal grey covers. He props your pillows behind your aching spine, allowing you to be comfortable.

“There we are,” He gives you an uncharacteristic smile, caressing your face lovingly, “Are you comfortable, My Sweet?”

You nod, sniffing pathetically, “Yes, thank you,” He reaches over to your side table, grabbing a kleenex for your dripping nose. Nodding in thanks, you take it, blowing your nose into it.

“You’re absolutely adorable, my (Your Name). I’m so happy you’re with me,” You don’t say anything, tired eyes starting to close, “Uh-uh, you can’t sleep yet. You need something in your tummy for you and the little one.”

Reaching over to the bedside table once more, he grabs your house phone, dialing the head maid’s number. After a few rings, the older woman answers, “Tracy, bring up (Your Name)’s favourite broth. She isn’t feeling very well,” He then sets the receiver back onto its holder, turning back to you, and grabbing your hands gently, “There, now talk with me. I wish to know what you did today.”

His warm hands make yours sweat in anxiety, “Well, I made you breakfast before your meeting. I then read my book for a few hours, before I started on your dinner. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to finish it, due to me getting sick.”

He pinches your cheek adoringly, “You’re so wonderful to me, My Love. Are you-” He’s cut off by a series of knocks, making him sigh through his nose in mind annoyance, “Come in.”

The head nurse hurries inside, balancing the bowl with practised movements. She hands it and the spoon off to Lucius, before bowing, and hurrying out of the room.

Turning back to you, he smiles once more, using the spoon to mix your broth, “Here you go. Be a good Darling and eat well.”

You nod, opening your mouth nonchalantly, allowing him to feed you.

He feeds you multiple spoonfuls, before you feel too full to eat anything more.

“Thank you, Daddy, but I’m full now. I think I’ll get sick again if I eat any more,” He nods, setting the bowl aside. Lucius then helps you lie back, using your maternity pillow to cushion your bump whilst you lay on your left side.

“Good girl, go ahead and sleep. You need your energy for tomorrow, after all, I wish to take you to my meeting.”

You nod absentmindedly, eyes feeling heavy. Your entire body hurts, along with your pride, making you pass out almost instantly.

Lucius watches you sleep for a few moments, sighing to himself happily. Standing to his feet, he heads to your large walk-in closet, changing out of his designer clothing. Stepping into a luxurious pajama set, he heads towards your shared bed, before sliding in next to you. He holds your sleeping form close, even though it’s quite early in the night, he can’t help but fall asleep next to you.

His heart feels so warm when he’s with you.

That’s why he can’t let you or this baby go.

That’s why he needs to keep you happy and healthy.

With that thought in mind, he lets himself slip into a giddy slumber, excited to introduce you to the Dark Lord in the morning.

Hopefully the health potion he slipped into your food will be enough to make you well.

#yandere lucius #lucius x reader #yandere harry potter #yandere hp #harry potter x reader #hp x reader #hp imagine

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chanelsebbie · 3 years

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𝗩𝗶𝗰𝗲 | 𝘀.𝗿.

✝ Warnings: SMUT, manipulation, dub-con, innocent!reader, age-gap, dark!bishop!steve rogers, branding.

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✝ Summary: After being caught committing lustful acts, y/n is brought to the bishop for reconcile.

✝ A/n: Reader just turned 18, this is sinful, if you are offended, please don’t read. With that being said, after reading this, you best chug a gallon of holy water.

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖌 𝖌𝖔𝖉

𝕭𝖎𝖌 𝖊𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖚𝖕

Florence + the Machine, Big God

“No! Let me go!” the girl with a small voice ordered futily, the sound echoing off the large corridors as the nuns pulling her along payed no mind.

She fought against them, but it was useless, for it would only make their conviction worse. She had sinned, and like everything, sinning came with a grave price. Especially at the young woman’s academy.

She knew the bishop would be cross. Not only for her sin but for the timing. It was in the late hours of the night, but there she was, caught red-handed and in nothing but a snow-white bra and panty set, being dragged through the empty halls of the institution, everyone else sleeping.

Soon enough, she was faced with the large wooden double-doors of the bishop’s office, the lion knocker on the door seeming to snarl smugly at the girl as if it knew her fate.

One of the nun’s calloused old fingers wrapped around the handle clutched in the metal feline’s mouth, before knocking three times, the young girl counting absentmindedly.

A harsh and inharmonious voice called out an ill-toned ‘Come in’. The girl could have sworn she was on the verge of a panic attack. What she had done was wrong, but why did it feel so good?

The door was opened by one of her captors, walking her in before throwing her to the ground, her knees scraping up against the stone floors as she let out a pained yelp. She refused to look up, knowing that his eyes would be trained on her.

“Archbishop Rogers,” one of the nun’s began, “We caught this young lady committing an act of lust, and demand her to repent and save her faith plagued with desire.”

The man stood up from his working desk, setting his pen down, stepping in front of the trembling girl, almost anticipating her to look up at him.

“Leave us, sisters,”

His voice sent a tight shock through her spine, making her scramble to her knees, her ass resting on her heels, folding her hands in front of her, waiting as if she were about to be struck.

As soon as the great wooden doors closed, the bishop took a deep breath and began to speak.

“Tell me,” he starts, “what is your vice?”

She quivered at the question, embarrassed to admit what she had truly did wrong. But in knowing that the longer it took to get it out of her, the more torturous the punishment would be.

“I-” she cleared her throat, “I h-have committed a lustful act,” she swallowed hard as she heard the man above her sigh, beckoning her to continue, “I feel as if I’ve been consumed by demons. The devil has put thoughts into my head... scandalous thoughts... and it creates such a tension between my legs,” she took in a shaky breath, “I can’t help but touch myself to relieve the pain.”

His jaw clenched at her confession, crossing his arms.

“Do you understand the gravity of your actions?” he catechized her, making her nod her head ‘yes’.

“Yes, Archbishop Rogers, I do.” she now had the courage to look up at the man above her, “I am willing to do whatever it takes to be right by the Lord’s name,”

His crossed arms unraveled, one of his hands going down to cradle the girl’s cheek as she leaned into his touch like an obedient dog, desperate for the relief and to bear no malice to her God.

When she looked up at him with her doe-like eyes, full of hope, there was a glint of guilt.

“First, recite ‘Hail Mary’,” he commanded, her head now hanging low again, not noticing that his hands were now reaching his pants, the leather of his belt coming undone.

“Hail Mary, full of grace,” she began, “The lord is with thee-”

Her face was suddenly jerked up, his hand wrapping around her head before pushing her forward, her open mouth suddenly filled with the mass of his cock, only half of her mouth consuming it.

Her tongue squirmed as she tried to pull away, but the archbishop’s strength was unparalleled to hers, her struggles futile. Her hands went to his thighs to anchor herself.

“A demon had infiltrated your mind, my child,” he grunted, “I know how to rid you of this evil, but you must do as I say.”

She did the best she could to nod her head, before getting pulled back by her hair.

“Did I tell you to stop reciting?” he growled, “Don’t make me start you over,”

“Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit-” she was pulled forward violently back on his cock, deeper his time, his tip touching the back of her throat as she gagged, tears welling up in her eyes, doing her best not to bite down.

She was pulled back once again, “of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary-”

Tears were now spilling down her face like a river, her face flushed as his cock seemingly went down her throat, the groans of her superior above her making her whimper.

“Mother of God, pray for us sinners now,”

He didn’t pull her in this time like she was expecting, “and at the hour of our death.” she finished, panting as she winced at the archbishop’s killer grip on her hair, “Amen.”

“Remarkable job,” he praised, before standing her up, taking her hand and leading her to his desk, before harshly pushing her down against it, smirking at her gasping reaction.

“P-Please? Haven’t we done enough?” she questioned, pleaded, earning her a slap on her ass, getting pulled up chest to back with him as his lips reached her ear.

“I am a vessel of God,” he hissed, “And he lives through me as I do him. I’m cleansing you...,”

His fingers made their way under the hem of her underwear, pulling them down, her dripping cunt coming into view, the archbishop squatting down after pushing her back on the desk. She whimpered at the feeling of his breath against her sex, Rogers letting out a dark chuckle before leaning forward, licking a torturous strip across her slit.

“God, you taste so good,” he groaned against her pussy, “why the fuck do you taste so good?” his rhetorical question made her clench.

She let out a soft moan at the sexual touch that was for once, not her own. He did this several more times before he stood straight back up again.

She whined when she felt his wide tip tease her entrance, circling his cock, the anticipation almost painful, his breathing echoing off the expanse of his large office. The moonlight shown through the stained glass windows, reflecting on the expanse of her back, making the archbishop all the more attracted to her seemingly supernatural glow.

“Plea-” she was cut off by a loud moan ripping its way through her throat, the feeling of being stretched out so far painful.

“Fuck! Fuck, you’re so tight-” he cursed into the open air, his hands latching onto her hips when he bottomed out.

He didn’t grace her with the opportunity to adjust, before he started to move, slowly, making her feel every ridge and vein.

“You better start praying,” he coaxed, her head nodding.

“O-Our father, who art in h-heaven, gl-glory be thy name,” she whined out, making the man behind her rut his hips harder and harder with each verse, “hallowed be th-thy name. Thy kingdom c-come,” she paused to catch her breath, earning her a harsh tug on her scalp.

“Didn’t tell you to stop,” he growled, bushing harder and faster inside her.

“thy will be done, on earth, as it is in h-heaven, g-give us this day our da-ily bread and... and...,” her brain was fogged with pleasure as he was getting pounded into, Rogers annoyed at her reluctance.

“Don’t tell me you forgot,” he degraded, “don’t make me start you over,” his pace slowing down.

She whined before starting again, “forgive us our tr-trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against u-us-”

She clenched around him, making him let out a genuine moan, and it was the most angelic sound she had ever heard, a coil tightening inside her as she cursed silently.

“Come on, princess, we can finish it together,” he offered.

“P-Please,” she gasped, gagging on air as she did her best to keep a level head and know what she was supposed to say next.

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.” they said in perfect sync.

“Come on, so close, just-” before he could finish, he released inside of her with a yell, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

The warm feeling in her gut made the coil inside her snap as well as she fell off the deep end, long and passionate moans leaving her lips as she trembled and tensed from such an earth-shattering orgasm.

The archbishop walked in front of the lit fireplace, poking at it with a fire poker before setting it down, the pointy end positioned over the fire.

The girl thought nothing of it as she sat in an armchair, covered in nothing but a blanket as she gave a dopey smile to the nude man approaching her. He picked her up, before sitting himself down, placing her in his lap.

Her head rested against his chest as he gently played with her hair.

“Am I cleansed?” she questioned, nudging herself closer into him.

After a small amount of time, he gave a quick, lack-luster response.

“Yes.”

“What happens if the demons come back? If my thoughts turn sinful again?” she whimpered at the thought.

“Well, I have a way I can make sure they don’t.” he smirked to himself, “Stand up, will you?”

She did as she was told; his perfect little obedient pet. Before she could question anything, she was grabbed by the wrists and slammed up above her head, her back against the wall next to the fire place, Steve reaching over and grabbing the bow heated fire poker.

It clicked for her as her eyes widened.

“W-Wait!” she squeaked, looking at the red-hot end of the fire poker, his fingers wrapped around it tightly.

When the scalding metal touched the skin of her breast, she let out a pained cry, a sickening sizzle ringing through her ears as she sobbed. The burning touch seemed to last for ages, before it was finally brought away, but the pain never ceased.

The shape made her stomach turn, the man pulling the girl in an embrace as she sobbed, shushing her.

There, over her right breast, was the mark of the lord. A blistering cross, that would be an eternal reminder of their shared moment together.

“In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit,” Steve spoke, right before her world went black from shock.

#steve x reader #steve rogers #steve rodgers #steve rodgers x reader #captain america #chris evans smut #priest!steve #dark!chris evans #dark!steve smut #dark!steve rogers

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just-dreaming-marvel · 3 years

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Out Of Time ~ 129

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Word Count: 3,050ish

Summary: The separate teams prepare for the battle against Thanos. (gifs aren’t mine)

Y/N was standing in front, staring at space as it whizzed by, when Tony came over and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He pressed a kiss just behind her ear, pulling her closer.

“What are you thinking about?” Tony whispered.

“How I’m suppose to be prepared for something, but I have no idea what,” Y/N whispered.

“The fate of the universe is not on you.”

“But it is, Tony… and there’s—“

“No.” He quickly, yet carefully, turned Y/N around to face him. “This is not on you.” His hands held Y/N’s face to look at him. “Whatever happens is not your fault.”

“You can’t say that. We don’t know what will happen yet.”

“You’re right, we don’t. But I will not let you feel the way you are feeling. And I promise, that I will not let anything happen to you.”

“I’m not worried about me… I’m worried about everyone else… it’s too much… it’s all too much…”

Her eyes were tearing up, and this was all breaking Tony’s heart. He pulled her into his chest, cradling her head. It was killing him to see her like this, but he really didn’t know how to fix it. Tony didn’t understand exactly what Y/N needed to do, and he was coming to the conclusion that she didn’t either.

The two could feel the engines begin to slow. With Tony keeping an arm around Y/N, the two looked through the large window. The ship was approaching a planet. Peter and Dr. Strange joined the couple by the window.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Peter asked.

“I think we’re here,” Strange replied.

“I don’t think this rig has a self-park function,” Tony said, looking around. He left Y/N’s side, waving Peter over to where he was going. “Get your hand into this steering gimbal. Close those around it. You understand?”

“Yep, got it,” Peter responded, quickly following Tony’s directions as Tony put one of his arms in it as well.

“This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta to move at the same time.”

“Okay. Okay. Ready.” Out the window, Y/N could see that the ship was heading straight for the center of some wreckage. “We might wanna turn. Turn! Turn! Turn!!”

Tony tapped his reactor, armoring up. “Y/N! Get over here!”

Before Y/N could reach Tony’s side, the ship clipped a piece of rumble on the planet, throwing Y/N to the side. Peter has his helmet come up as Dr. Strange stepped between them, creating a shield for the rough landing. As the ship, shook and plowed through the dirt, Y/N portaled herself over to Tony. She wrapped her arms around him to keep steady, only for them both to be thrown to the ground. Parts of the ship flew off before it finally came to a stop. Tony’s helmet disappeared as he searched Y/N for any injuries. He quickly noticed that her breathing was fast and her eyes were clenched shut.

“Honey, honey,” Tony called. “You’re okay. Hey, look at me. Look at me.” She shakily looked up at Tony from her position curled up into his side. “We are safe. You are okay. You’re not hurt. Right?”

“I… I’m… o-okay…” Y/N stuttered softly.

“You haven’t had something like that in awhile.” Tony sighed before kissing her head. “I’ll get us out of here. I promise.” Dr. Strange came over and helped them up. “You alright?” Tony asked Strange, who nodded. “That was close. I owe you one.”

“Let me just say,” Peter started, descending from above like a spider, “if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something, and I eat one of you, I'm sorry.”

Tony pointed at Peter. “I don't wanna hear another single pop culture out of you for the rest of the trip. You understand?”

“I'm trying to say that... something is coming.”

Suddenly, a grenade rolled into view and the foursome was thrown back as it fired an energy pulse. Three beings appeared in the doorway.

“THANOS!” A blue man yelled.

He flung a blade at Dr. Strange, who deflected it with a mystical shield and in return his cloak smothered the man’s face, throwing him to the floor. Y/N and Tony were quickly on their feet. One of the men went straight for Tony. They have a brief dogfight until a magnetic disc pinned Tony face first to a structure. An alien woman came up from behind Y/N, putting her hands on her head, entering her mind.

“Sleep,” the alien woman commanded. Y/N dropped to the floor, unconscious.

“Y/N!” Tony shouted.

The alien walked towards Peter, who was crawling back frantically. “AH!” Peter exclaimed. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Please don’t put your eggs in me!”

Peter shot a web at Mantis in a panic, pinning her arms to her body just before the man that attacked Tony flew at him feet-first, kicking him away.

“Stay down, clown!” The man ordered.

The man fired at Spider-man, who extended his spider legs and leapt away. Peter couldn’t get far before an electric-like cord wrapped around him and his six new legs. It set him rolling across the deck.

“Die, blanket of death!” The blue man cried, struggling with he cloak.

Tony pulled free of the magnet and stepped on the blue man’s torso. The cloak pulled free as soon as Tony had the man securely under his foot. The other man had Spider-Man in a head-lock, gun pointed at his head. Dr. Strange had a musical shield up and stood ready to attack. The alien woman struggled to her feet, still covered with webbing.

“Ugh…” Y/N groaned, slowing sitting up while holding her head.

“Y/N,” Tony called. “Are you—“

“Alright, everybody stay where you are!” The man holding Spider-Man in a headlock ordered. “Chill the F out.” The man powered off his helmet. “I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?”

Tony hid his helmet as well. “Yeah, I'll do you one better,” Tony responded. “Who’s Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better. Why is Gamora?” The man beneath Tony’s foot fired back.

“Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak,” the man holding Spider-Man threatened.

“Let's do it!” Tony responded, extending a nano-tech canon at the blue man. “You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!”

“Do it, Quill! I can take it!” The blue man exclaimed.

“No, he can’t take it!” The alien woman replied.

“She’s right,” Dr. Strange said. “You can’t.”

"Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is?” Quill continued. “That's fine. I'll kill all four of you and beat it out of Thanos myself.” He looked at Spider-Man. “Starting with you.”

“Stop!” Y/N yelled, freezing everyone in place. She stood up. “No one is killing anyone!”

“Why can’t I—“

“She’s controlling us,” the alien woman stated. “She’s extremely powerful.”

“Wait, what? Thanos?” Dr. Strange questioned, realizing what Quill had said. “Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?”

“What master do I serve?” Quill repeated. “What am I supposed to say? “Jesus”?"

“You’re from Earth?” Tony asked.

“I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri.”

“Yeah, that's on Earth, dip-shit. What are you hasseling us for?”

“So, you’re not with Thanos?” Spider-Man questioned.

“With Thanos?!” Quill repeated. “No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl- Wai- who are you?”

Spider-Man’s helmet disappeared. “We’re the Avengers, man.”

“Oh.”

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The alien woman stated.

“Thor,” Y/N breathed out, still keeping everyone in place.

“You know Thor?” Tony asked.

“Yeah,” Quill responded. “Tall guy, not that good-looking, needed saving.”

“Where is he now?” Dr. Strange asked.

“With our other friends, going to make a weapon,” the woman responded.

“Y/N, you can let us go know,” Tony said.

With a deep breath, Y/N let everyone be free. They all moved to standing positions, Tony beside Y/N.

“So you’re Y/N?” The woman walked up to her. “Thor mentioned you.”

“Really?” Y/N questioned.

“He said you were powerful,” Quill stated. “But he also said you were on Earth.”

“Yeah, guess not all Thor says is true.”

“Star-Lord, by the way,” Quill introduced himself.

“Right,” Tony nodded. “I’m Iron Man. This is Dr. Strange and Spider-Man.” He pointed to the others he introduced.

“I’m Drax,” the blue man said.

“And I’m Mantis,” the alien woman added.

“Okay, now that introductions are out of the way,” Tony started, “let’s go see what’s out there.”

Grabbing Y/N’s hand, Tony led her, and the others, towards an opening in the ship. The planet outside had clearly been through something war-like, and there was no sign of life anywhere. Star-Lord went down on one knee, getting out some sort of device.

“The heck happened to this planet?” He wondered. “It’s eight degrees off its axis.” He stood up. “Gravitational pull is all over the place.”

“Yeah, we can see that,” Y/N commented, looking at Mantis who was jumping joyfully high up in the air behind Star-Lord.

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He’s coming to us,” Tony stated. “We'll use it. All right, I have a plan. Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.” Drax then choose this time to yawn. “Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?”

“I stopped listening after you said, "We need a plan.”” Drax replied.

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.”

“See, "not winging it" isn't really what they do,” Star-Lord responded.

“Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” Spider-Man asked.

“Kick names, take ass,” Mantis answered, meekly.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Drax agreed.

Tony paused, looking deeply hopeless. Quietly, Y/N’s breathing hitched as her head started buzzing. Thankfully, Tony didn’t notice to worry about it.

“Alright, just get over here, please,” Tony continued. “Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

“‘Mr. Lord’,” Star-Lord repeated with a chuckle. “Star-Lord is fine.” He motioned Drax and Mantis to come closer.

“We gotta coalesce. 'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude—“

“Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means. Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe,” Drax urged.

“A dance-off?” Y/N repeated, trying to ignore the buzzing.

“It’s not a… it’s not… it’s nothing,” Star-Lord stuttered.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Spider-Man wondered.

“Exactly like Footloose! Is it still the greatest movie in history?”

“It never was.”

“Don’t encourage this, alright?” Tony told Peter.

“Okay.”

“We’re getting no help from Flash Gordon here.”

“Flash Gordon?” Star-Lord repeated. “By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human.” He pointed at Y/N, Tony, and Parker. “So that 50% of me that's stupid? That's 100% you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind.”

“Excuse me,” Mantis nervously interrupted. “But… does your friend often do that?”

Everyone looked in the direction Mantis was pointing. Floating slightly above the ground, was Dr. Strange clearly using the Time Stone. Strange was cross-legged with green energy forming circular patterns around his forearms. His eyes were closed and his head jerked rapidly from side to side, blurring. The others went to his side.

As Y/N grew closer, a green strand of energy slowing touched her head. She froze and her eyes shone green. Everyone was too busy with Strange to notice though. Her vision quickly changed. It was dark at first, but slowly each of the Stones shined on a gauntlet. The fingers snapped and her field of vision was suddenly filled with people screaming and disappearing into ash. She looked around for anyone she knew, no one was recognizable.

Quickly, the setting changed. She was standing on a war-torn battle, that was vaguely familiar. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people and aliens were battling each other. She recognized many of those people as her family, her friends. They were dirty, bloody, and clearly fighting for their lives. Y/N looked around to see Thanos fighting herself.

“In five years time, the final battle will commence,” the Stones gravely voice filled her ears. “This is where you will be needed… If you try to stop what happens here today, we will stop you.”

Outside Y/N’s mind, Tony had made his was to Strange.

“Strange, we alright?” Tony wondered. Strange snapped out of his trance and fell forward, letting out a cry. “You’re back. You’re alright.” Tony steadied him.

“Hey, what was that?” Peter asked.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures,” Strange Panted. “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.”

“How many did you see?” Star-Lord wonders.

“14,000,605.”

“How many did we win?” Tony asked.

Strange stared intently at Tony for a moment, almost sad like. Before looking past him at Y/N. “One.”

Everyone turned to look where Strange was looking. Y/N was still standing, with green eyes and green energy encircling her head. Tony rushed over, grasping Y/N by the arms.

“Y/N!” Tony called, trying gently to shake her out of whatever was happening. “Come on, honey. Push through!”

~~~

The quinjet ride to Wakanda was full of silent tension, silent worry. No one knew what exactly was coming, or how to stop it.

“Drop 2600, heading 0-3-0,” Steve instructed, walking up behind Sam who was piloting.

“I hope you’re right about this, Cap,” Sam said. “Or we’re gonna land a lot faster than you want to.”

From the looks of it, they were heading straight for the trees. But as the quinjet continued on, the tree were revealed to be a camouflage force field and the grand city of Wakanda appeared. Once they landed, Steve and Natasha exited first, with Rhodey, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, and Sam behind them.

“Seems like I’m always thanking you for something,” Steve stated as he reached out to shake T’Challa’s.

T’Challa shook Steve’s hand before looking at Bruce. “Uh, we don’t do that here,” T’Challa said, waving for Bruce to stop. “So how big of an assault can we expect?” T’Challa turned around and the team began following after him.

“Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault,” Bruce answered, trying to push his way closer to the front.

“How we looking?” Nat asked.

“You will have my King’s Guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and…” T’Challa trialed off, as Bucky walked up to the others.

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man,” Bucky joked. With smiles on their faces, Steve and Bucky shared a hug.

“How you been, Buck?” Steve asked.

“Uh, not bad, for the end of the world,” he replied with a smile. “Have you… uh, have you heard from Y/N?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Steve shook his head and sighed. “But I have heard she’s been sneaking around with you and Stark. You’re going to have to tell me all about it as soon as this is through.”

Bucky let out a light laugh. “As long as you buy the beer.”

~~~

Leaving Rhodey, Bucky, and Sam to watch from outside, the rest went and met Shuri in her lab. Vision laid down on an exam table while Shuri used her technology to create a hologram projection of the Mind Stone above him. Bruce was on the other side of the table, watching her very movement.

“Whoa. The structure is polymorphic,” Shuri stated.

“Right, we had to attach each neuron non-sequentially,” Bruce told her.

“Why didn’t you just reprogram the synapses to work collectively?” Shuri asked. Vision turned to Bruce, seemingly asking the same thing with his eyes.

“Because, we didn’t think of it,” Bruce answered with uncertainty.

“I’m sure you did your best,” Shuri reassured with a smile.

“Can you do it?” Wanda asked.

“Yes, but there are more than two trillion neurons here. One misalignment could cause a cascade of circuit failures.” Shuri turned to T’Challa. “It will take time, brother.”

“How long?” Steve asked, stepping closer to them.

“As long as you can give me.”

A chime went off and Okoye quickly projected a hologram globe into her palm. “Something’s entered the atmosphere,” Okoye informed.

“Hey, Cap, we got a situation here,” Sam warned over the comms.

Almost as soon as his words ended, a forcefield formed over the city. Bucky and Sam watched as alien vessels landed outside the barrier. One of them tried to go through, getting destroyed.

“Gosh, I love this place,” Bucky said.

“Yeah, don’t start celebrating yet, guys,” Rhodey warned. “We got incoming outside the dome.”

The landing vessels emitted shock waves and debris, destroying the forest. The Captain and the King looked at each other, both deeply concerned. Vision struggled to sit up and slide off the exam table, holding onto his side.

“It’s too late,” he said. “We need to destroy the stone now.”

“Vision, get your ass back on the table,” Nat demanded.

“We will hold them off,” T’Challa stated as he and his guards started for the door.

Steve turned to Wanda. “Wanda, as soon as the stone’s out of his head… you blow it to hell,” He instructed.

“I will,” Wanda replied.

“Evacuate the city. Engage all defense procedures,” T’Challa commanded. He stopped before fully exiting the room, turned, and pointed to Steve. “And get this man a shield.”

Steve looked out the window, watching the ships crash land outside the barrier. He couldn’t help but wonder what all this had to do with his sister exactly. But there was a bigger question than that in his mind, a more important question.

“Where the hell are you, Y/N?” He whispered to himself.

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Relax!

At first I wanna say THANK YOU for the many likes an reblogs I got for “Hands on”! and “Hands off!” This means so much to me and I’m very grateful!

This is the third Imagine starring Inspector Henry Cavill. You can read the first part Hands off! here and the second part Hands on! here. Part 4 Get off! can be found here

Part 5 Long Slow Kisses is here

I hope you’re going to like “Relax!” too. Please let me know what you think.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: Pure smut, PWP, 18 + only, NSFW, Sex, oral sex, bad language, unprotected sex, half public sex / sexual actions (somehow...),

Unbeta’ed! English is not my mother tongue...so please be lenient with me.

I found the pictures for the collage on pinterest. If I violate any copyright, please let me know and I’m going to remove the picture(s).

tags: @hell1129-blog @inlovewithhisblueeyes @wolvesandhoundshowltogether

Now let’s go!

Imagine

After a night of hot sex Inspector Henry Cavill has finally taken you out on your first date. You have dinner in a fancy but cosy restaurant and afterwards you visit a very cool retro style piano bar. You're both in a sexy mood and things escalate quickly.

"You have to stop this, y/n" Henry said with a desperate frown.

"Stop what?" she asked, smiling innocently.

"You know what." Henry whispered.

"This?" she looked him in the eyes, slowly running her naked foot along his inner thigh under the table. Her toe rubbed his dick gently through his jeans when she reached his crotch. He was rock hard.

"Yes, this." Henry said with a muffled moan.

"Why? You seem to enjoy it." She was an innocent angel above the table but a devil underneath. Her foot was lightly pressing against his boner now, stroking him slowly.

"This is called torture. It's illegal."

"I don't think so, Darling. Relax." She moved her foot in circling motions with a big grin on her face.

"Y/n..." The sound escaping from his mouth was something between a moan and a growl, vibrating through the air, making her pussy throb instantly. She dug her teeth into her lower lip, looking him deep in the eyes, her foot still on his dick, hidden under the linen tablecloth.

"Am I in trouble, Inspector?" She batted her lashes.

He smirked, running his tongue over his lips, looking at her like a hunter at the prey. Before he could give her an answer the waiter interrupted their little flirtatious game, placing a beer in front of Henry and a Vodka Lemon in front of her.

She was just about to continue teasing him, when she suddenly felt his foot in her crotch. He had slipped off his sneakers and was now stroking her between her legs, the woolen fabric of his sock rubbing against her silken panties gently and rough at the same time. When his toe met her clit it sent shivers down her spine.

"Ooohhhh." She couldn't help but moan. "God, Henry...you have to stop."

He looked at her, cocking his head, a satisfied grin on his attractive face.

"Really? Why? You seem to enjoy it." The lewdless, dripping from his voice, in combination with the sly smile he was giving her turned her on way too much.

He moved his food in tiny circles all over her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet and she was quite sure his sock was too.

"I do. It feels great." she admitted which caused him to increase the pressure on her delicate body parts and her to sigh with pleasure.

He looked at her and it was obvious that he was horny as hell. And so was she.

"Babe...if you don't stop now, I'm going to come right here." she whispered out of breath, closing her eyes for a moment.

"That's exactly what I want." Henry's voice was rough and deeper than usual, his tone beyond sexy.

The ringing of his phone startled both of them, destroying the moment. He took away his foot and looked at the display. "Fuck. It's Wendy. Sorry, but I have to answer this." he said smiling apologetically.

"Sure. I'll go visit the lady's room in the meantime" She got up, straightening her clothes, taking a deep breath to compose herself.

When she was on her way back to their table a few minutes later, she suddenly felt a tight grip on her arm. She turned around and saw Henry standing in the dark of a long corridor that led away from the hallway which connected the restrooms and the bar. Before she was able to speak a word he pulled her close to him to kiss her feverishly. They took some steps back and disappeared into the shadows of a dark corner behind a massive pillar where they continued to make out hungrily. Henry started to kiss her neckline while his hands pulled up her dress, sliding underneath the smooth fabric, caressing her breasts. She wore no bra. He let out a long moan when y/n started stroking his dick through his trousers.

"Fuck....I want you. Now." he whispered in her ear.

"Here? We're gonna get arrested if someone catches us red-handed." She started fumbling with his belt, desperate to open it. Desperate to touch his cock.

Henry took a look around.

"Come with me." he took her by the hand, leading her into a room that turned out to be a small storage room, filled with shelves.

They started kissing like crazy again as soon as the door was closed behind them. Y/ n finally managed to open his belt and the buttons of his jeans. She slid her hand into his boxers and touched his rock hard dick.

Henry groaned loudly, grabbing her by the ass, lifting her up just to carry her across the room, putting her down on a table that was placed in a corner.

"Henry...what if someone walks in on us." She was out of breath, her voice raspy.

"I locked the door."

"The waiter is gonna miss us. He might think we left without paying."

"We left our stuff at the table.” He gave her a reassuring smile. “Relax, Baby."

Looking her in the eyes with a smirk, he kneeled down.

Her dress was wrapped up around her waist and he had a perfect view on the pearl white satin panties that covered her sweet pussy.

"You're soaking wet." He whispered.

"Yes. All for you." She looked down at him, placing her hands on his head, running her nails over his scalp.

To her big surprise he suddenly ripped off her underwear with one quick motion, tearing it apart effortlessly.

"Sorry…" he smirked.

"Fuck...Babe..." She gasped, throwing her head back in anticipation.

"God...I love your cunt. Waiting for me... so pretty and tight. Dripping for me...so needy and horny. Can't wait to taste you."

He buried his head between her legs and licked her pussy eagerly, running his tongue through her folds several times, enjoying the taste of her juices. When he started to kiss and suck her clit she let out a deep sigh.

"Henry...fuck...."

He grabbed her by her ass, pulling her closer, driving his tongue deep into her hole now. The way he licked and sucked on her got her close to the edge quickly.

He moved his mouth to her clit again, working his magic there while fingering her wet pussy, stroking her g-spot which made her cum hard almost instantly. She cried his name out loud, convulsing with pleasure, shaking and moaning through her orgasm.

Henry rose to his feet, shoving down his jeans and boxers. His erection pressed against his belly, his dick was shining with precum.

He didn't speak a word but the look on his face said it all. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to come inside of her. He looked like a hungry predator which was a great turn on for y/n. She moved a little closer to the edge of the table, spreading her legs obscenely wide, presenting him her throbbing cunt.

"Fuck me, Henry. Fuck me hard."

He didn't need another invitation. He stepped forward, pressing his dick onto her entrance, thrusting in without a warning.

She gasped when she suddenly felt him inside of her, stretching her pussy to the max. He fucked her fiercely, not holding anything back, thrusting hard and deep. His lustful sighs turned into loud, aroused moans soon. His eyes were closed, his head bent back, his mouth half opened. The sheer sight of his passion, his arousal, turned y/n on in a way she'd never experienced before. In combination with the way he fucked her, rough and reckless, just like she had told him to, it soon led to her second orgasm, that was even more intense than the first one. She shrieked and moaned so loudy when she came again, Henry placed his hand over her mouth to shush her. That was the moment he came too. Throwing his head back, he let out a long, deep grunt, moaning her name, his dick balls-deep in her pussy. He took her in his arms afterwards, hugging her tightly, kissing her neck.

"That was exciting." he mumbled, still a little out of breath.

"Yes, absolutely. I never knew that I'd like that kind of thrill." she said.

Henry chuckled, pulling out of her to get dressed. "Me neither. But I could get used to it."

"Oh yes." she agreed getting up from the table with a smirk. She straightened her dress before picking up the remains of her panties from the ground. "I think I'll have to walk out of here without underwear, your cum dripping out of my vagina." She didn't seem too happy about it.

"Are you okay with that?"

"Honestly? Not really. My inner slut has the tendency to disappear post-coital as fast as she appears when I'm turned on."

"I like your inner slut. She's hot as fuck." Henry grinned and gave her a wink before he placed a very sensual, tender kiss on her lips. "But it's not a problem, Darling. You go to the restrooms to freshen up your... lady's parts...and I go pay the bill and get our stuff. Meet me at my car in ten, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan, Inspector." she said, hugging him relieved.

Later that evening they were cuddling on his couch, Henry dressed in his pajamas, y/n wearing one of his Def Leppard band shirts, watching "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring", both of them feeling very, very relaxed.

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honeypirate · 3 years

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Training Exersise

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Second year of UA

Readers quirk is working with energy, when it’s used it it looks transparent purple and sparkly. Unless they are using it see surroundings then it looks like ripples in the air.

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When Mr. Aizawa called out the pairs for the first training exercise of the semester you cursed under your breath. God damn it. GOD DAMN IT. of course you had to be paired with Lord Explosion Murder. The one guy that just irked you. The one you couldn’t get along with since you met him when you transferred to the hero course end of first year.

You sent a glare towards Mr Aizawa and he laughed, he LAUGHED and it made you even more annoyed. “Oi. Nerd. You’re lucky to be with me” he says as he walks up behind you. You scoff and roll your eyes “let’s get this over with” you stalk off towards the west side of the arena where you were supposed to wait until you heard the signal that the battle started. The whole class split in pairs will be going after the same golden flag hidden somewhere in the middle of training ground beta.

“What is our strategy? and I swear on your life if you say your only plan is to” You do air quotes with your fingers “ “kill” and “blast everyone” else away then i’m going to sit my ass down on the ground and not help at all meaning you’ll automatically fail because of lack of teamwork” he barks out an angry laugh “you’re such a pain in my ass I should break your fingers. The biggest extra of them all” you glare at him as you reach your mark “you’re on thin ice Bakugou” you say through gritted teeth and he rolls his eyes. “We’re going to work together dumbass, but most importantly you’re not going to get in my way” you just laugh and fold your arms, looking down the street as you wait for the signal.

Once Hizashi’s voice sounds through the speakers you both are off, he’s pushing himself faster with his blasts and you’re keeping up with him with your energy blasts from your palms, you’re sending out little energy pulses that show you the inside of every building, much like echolocation, “The building with the mirrored windows a couple blocks away ” you say just as Kirishima and Mina come out from the side, going to attack you both “thanks for the tip!” Mina says as she sends her acid towards you, you put up an energy force field sending it back at her along with a few micro blasts, they hit the wall behind her, it comes down on top of her and before she can melt her way out you send an energy blast at her head to knock her out. When you turn back around Bakugou has Kirishima knocked out as well.

You round the corner and spot Deku and Ochaco a ways away, you hear Bakugou scoff before he readies his gauntlets, you spot the red tank next to you guys and gasp “Bakugou no!” you whisper/yell at him but he doesn’t listen “lets see how they like this” he grunts as he begins to pull the pin you quickly use your energy to put a forcefield ball around the blast, containing it in silence as you drag Bakugou down a three foot alleyway between two buildings and you push him up against the brick wall “you idiot! You never look around at the surroundings. You could have blown us both up! You need to smarten up or you’ll get yourself killed dumbass!” he gets angry, pushing you back up against the wall behind you, you let out an oof as you connect to the brick “what the hell are you talking about i was going to take them out and you ruined it!” he yells back at you, but keeps quiet like you were being. You laugh in his face “there was a gaddamn gas tank right next to us. Big red tank with the flammable symbol on the side. You're such a moron Katsuki. Maybe your hero name should be “big idiot” that would be at least the truth. Hey. i kinda like the sound of that. Big idi-” your voice is cut off as he presses his lips to yours.

Your eyes are wide as you look at him, his eyes scrunched shut as his lips are pressed to yours, you can see his blushing cheeks and his flaring nostrils, it shocked you when you realized you liked this.

You shut your eyes and bury your fingers in his hair, kissing him back he relaxes into you and chuckles as you press yourself into him, he unhooks his gauntlets and they fall to the ground with a loud bang and his hands wrap around your waist, you lick his bottom lip and he growls but lets you slip your tongue into his mouth anyway. You smirk as his fingers dig into your hips. You moan when he bites your bottom lip and he lets out a deep chuckle before kissing you harder, his tongue dancing with yours with the right amount of pressure and spit.

You chuckle at the spit that connects your lips as you break apart, staying close to him as you both pant trying to catch your breaths, his hands stay on your hips but his fingers dig in harder when you lick a stripe up his neck before biting and sucking a spot above his collarbone.

“Next time you’re being a dumbass just look at that and think back at how I saved your life and maybe you’ll be a little smarter” he growls and glares at you but doesn't say anything you reach up and run your thumb across his kiss swollen bottom lip, you feel him shudder under your touch and it fills you with a sense of pride. “Never thought i’d ever see you speechless” you chuckle and cut him off before he yells at you “Come on Lord Explosion Murder. We have to win this and I think we just lost valuable time” you pick up his heavy ass gauntlets with ease and he gains a little more respect for you, you help him put them on and then you both slip out of the alleyway again.

You didn’t really agree 100% with his way of calming you both down but it did work and you did really enjoy it, as much as you hated him you could feel that maybe it wasn’t all hate.

Deku and Ochako were gone and you guys quickly made your way down to the correct building without spotting anyone else. You go to run for the door but before you can Bakugou is grabbing your hands and putting them around his neck from behind “hold on” he says and without warning he shoots his blasts and you both fly into the air “express delivery” he says and laughs.

You get to the top of the building and as your feet touch the ground the door opens on the other side of the roof and Yaoyorozu and Todorki bust through “Bakugou!” you shout and he grunts before blasting the ice away, you use your energy to grab the Flag, it flies through the air to your hand and you push out a force field from your body, shoving Yaoyorozu back before she can do anything as you run towards the edge of the building “Bakugou come on i need you to trust me and i need you to jump!” he growls as he fights Todoroki, keeping his distance fighting off ice attacks that were headed for you, you send a force field towards him to block off Todoroki for a few seconds “Bakugou!” you yell again and he shouts in frustration “If i die I will haunt you!” you screams before closing his eyes and throwing himself from the building.

If you didn’t catch him, he was fully prepared to use his blasts to catch himself but he was pretty interested to see your plan through. When his feet hit something solid after falling just a few feet he chuckles as he looks down to see your sparkly forcefields like little circles under his feet. You land next to him and take off running, he follows suit and you catch his feet after every step. He laughs and sends explosions behind him to block off Todoroki from pursuit. “Bakugou!” you shout and then he notices the rest of the class finding ways to get to you. “Only one of us has to make it to the gate!” he shouts and you nod, fighting off Aoyama and Sero, “i’ll throw you” you say and he laughs, “you idiot!” he shouts and takes your arm, “I won't be able to keep you in the air!” you shout and he smirks “i’ll be fine” you send out a force field to keep people away as bakugou spins a few times to gain momentum before shooting you off in the direction of the gate. You use your quirk to add to the power of his throw and you surround yourself in a ball of energy preparing to land. His aim was precise and you landed right outside of the gate, your force field ball letting you bounce and roll your way all the way across the finish line.

Hizashi’s voice echoes throughout the training ground “Team Baku-y/n WINS! Game over!” you shout in joy and throw your hands in the air jumping up and down before you take off running back inside, pushing yourself quicker until you see Bakugou. You give him the flag and then throw your arms around his neck as you shout in joy “we did it!” you yell and he laughs before the rest of the class gathers around you guys, he pushes you off of him and clears his throat. “Good job guys!” Deku says and Mr.Aizawa appears with Present Mic “that was surprisingly good team work from Bakugou” he says completely uninterested and then he activated his quirk and looks at you both “but next time, don’t stop to makeout or you will both be automatically failed”

You blush and look down, whispering a “yes sir” and Bakugou groans “damn cameras” he mutters as the class starts to whisper among themselves “oh SHUT UP EXTRAS” he says before ripping the flag from the pole and walking away with it. You chuckle and bow to Mr. Aizawa before running off after Bakugou to talk.

“Why’d you take the flag?” You ask when you catch up to him “wanna keep it as a trophy to remember the first time you ever worked well with a partner?” He grunts “idiot” he says and you laugh. Truth was he wanted to keep it as a trophy of the best kiss of his life but there was no way in hell he’d tell you that. You laugh “wanna talk about what we did back there?” You say and he stops as you reach the school and turns toward you “we won what else is there to say?” You roll your eyes “you know what I’m talking about” he throws the flag around his neck and holds on to either side “we kissed. So what” you shake your head “oh god and here I was about to ask you if you wanted to do it again. You’re right, I am an idiot” you say and walk around him, grabbing the door handle but before you open it he spins you around and presses you against it as his lips press into yours again. You chuckle and kiss him back with the same energy

“I will revoke your win!” Mr.Aizawa Shouts from a little ways away and Bakugou groans before pulling away from you. You chuckle and look behind him at the rest of the class coming your way. “I didn’t mean right now idiot” you say with a smile and he can’t help but smile back down at you for a second before his normal scowl returns as Mina, Kirishima, Denki, and Mineta whistle and holler at him. “Let’s get dinner tonight” he says and follows you inside. You smirk “six?” He nods “six works” “okay. See you later then. Big Idiot” you chuckle and wink at him as you walk backwards towards the women’s locker room, he shakes his head but you don’t miss his blushing cheeks or the way his hand reaches up to gently touch the hickie on his neck before turning around and going into the men’s locker room.

(He hung that flag above his bed)

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marvelousell · 4 years

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Hi idk if you still take request but can you do a one shot where mob Tom and the reader are interrogating mob Sebastian and to make him talk reader sits on his lap and make out with him (cause honestly she thinks he’s hot) but then Tom is angry and when they go home he punishes the reader 😏and then in the morning the reader apologizes and Tom is soft and it’s all fluff

Help me out

A/N: I apologize for the wait! I’m currently working on my new series, so to everyone who sent a request I will try to write it as soon as I can! Thank you for understanding.🤍

Warnings: SMUT 18+, swearing, unprotected sex, mentions of murder, alcohol consumption, physical abuse

“Going to tell us now where Bruce is?”

Tom was in his basement, also known as his ‘work room’.

It was a lot to see honestly. Another rival mob boss in the chair, tied up, his face painted with different shades of red and purple.

Sebastian Stan. A famous mob boss, a total jerk, but may I add a hot jerk.

You sure had a big interest in mob guys, since your partner was one himself.

Bruce was Tom’s partner, best friend, right hand. Sebastian knew that if he took Bruce, Tom would flip, go after him and try to kill him. It was a perfect plan for Sebastian, he thought that he would set him up, that his men would injure him, kidnap him and make him confess where Sebastian’s special package went missing.

Oh the irony, everything he planned was happening to him now.

You knew how the business worked here. Tom didn’t like the idea of his girl getting hurt, so at the beginning he was absolutely against it. However he gave in, seeing how she was engaged in the business, and had similar opinions and ideas as him.

“I’m losing my patience Stan, better hurry up.” Tom kneeled in front of him, rolling up his white shirt that was stained from Sebastian’s blood.

“What gives you the idea that he is even alive?” He gave him a smile while looking at you.

You knew he was a rival, but dear lord was he attractive.

The loud punch, the sound of skin on skin contact woke you up from your thoughts.

Tom’s body was near your chair, pouring himself a glass of whisky that he hoped would calm his nerves.

“I can do this until tomorrow, but what if Bruce is really dead?” He whispered to you, closing his eyes and clutching his fist.

You were a creative one, you could do it the easy way, but you liked to spice things up.

After all where’s the fun in solving things always in the same way?

“Let me handle this babe.” You spoke with confidence, standing up.

You slowly approached Sebastian, giving him a small smile.

“Your turn now sweetie?” Sebastian said, resting his head on the chair.

“Maybe, only if you don’t tell us now where is Bruce.” You spoke sweetly, batting your eyelashes.

“As much as I would like to..I won’t.”

“No?”

“What you don’t understand English doll or?” He questioned, while eyeing your breasts that were sticking out of your blouse.

“Maybe, are going to help me out?” You said, coming in between his tied legs.

“Y/N.” Tom’s stern voice interrupted your small conversation.

You ignored him, continuing your show.

“How can I help you doll?” He tried to get Tom more angrier.

You sat innocently in his lap, wiggling around, teasing him as much as possible.

You could feel Tom’s eyes burning through your skin. You were so in for the punishment later.

Sebastian’s eyes popped out of his head from your actions. Your hands were loosely around his neck, your skirt rode up to your thighs and he had an excellent view on your pink lace panties.

“Ah, you know, tell us the place.” You said lowly in his ear, bringing your chest close to his.

“D-don’t know about that.”

You didn’t want to wait anymore your lips crashed into his. As he growled into your mouth, you took the chance to slide your tongue into his mouth.

Sebastian was a writhing mess, if only he wasn’t tied up, he would take you right here.

On the other side of the room, the steam was pouring out of Tom’s ears, he knew you were doing this on purpose.

“Do you think you know now?” You pulled away from him, hands on his chest.

“Fucking shit, the beach house of mine, 4 kilometres from here, Tom sure knows.” Sebastian spoke, earning a smile from you.

“Thanks for cooperating, it was a pleasure.” You said, now waiting for Tom to go upstairs.

“I will let you to my mate Jack, tell him I said hi Stan.” Tom spoke, taking your hand guiding you to the staircase.

“You don’t know what you did right now love. Better go upstairs in our room and wait for me. I need to tell them where to go for Bruce.”

You did as he said, the excitement running through your system. Your body was sprawled on the big bed, the only thing on you were the pink panties that were now soaked.

“Look at you darling, now you’re behaving?” His voice breaking the silence in the room.

“What should I do with you, hm? Misbehaving like that, in front of my dear rival.”

“We got what we needed ain’t that right?” You spoke back, giving him a smile.

“You enjoyed it didn’t you? You could do it the easy way, but you love being a little brat. You enjoy making me jealous.”

“Maybe I do.” You helped yourself up with your hands, biting your bottom lip seductively.

“Then I suppose I need to show you who is the boss here. Who owns you, and all of this.” He grabbed your ankles, bringing you closer to him.

“Bet you’re dripping. Your panties are soaked. Wanna tell me who made them like this?” He ripped them, leaving you now absolutely naked, and aching for some touch.

“Dunno. What if it was Seb?” You were playing a dangerous game, but still enjoying yourself.

“Yeah? Did he really?” Tom raised his eyebrow, slapping your wet pussy.

“Fuck.” You breathed, throwing your head back from the pleasure.

“Cat got your tongue? Not going to answer me baby?”

“It’s okay you don’t need to, because I already know that this sweet pussy only reacts like this when I touch you.” He gave you a one last slap before turning you on your stomach.

“And even if he did make you a bit turned on, you know I will fuck him out of your head right now.”

You gripped the sheets, waiting and moaning for more. Tom didn’t want to wait more, he slammed into your heat with no warning. He helped himself, grabbing your shoulders, fucking you harder as ever.

“My lovely brat. Look at you, you’re gushing around me. Do you know now the answer to my previous question?” Tom was loving the feeling of your warm pussy clenching around him every time his palm collided with your ass, feeling your climax getting close.

“Ah shit! He didn’t Tom, you did.” You cried, burying your head in the sheets.

“I did what?” His palm giving you another slap.

“FUCK! You made me this wet and horny. Only you. Shit, please harder.”

“I fucking love it when you cry for more. I can feel your little body quivering around me.” He was close now too, his movements became rougher, making your body shake beneath him.

“I need to cum, please Tom.” You begged.

“C’mon then, show me who can only make you cum like this.”

You didn’t need to hear more, you fell apart immediately.

Tom couldn’t control himself when he felt you squeezing him and screaming his name, spilling everything inside of you. Both of you were trying to catch your breath, your eyelids felt heavy and it catched Tom’s attention.

“Go to sleep, it was a wild day I will clean us both, don’t worry.”

The sun was peaking through the curtains, waking you up.

Tom’s hand was wrapped around you, his thumb drawing circles on your bare shoulder, but his eyes were still closed.

“Babe?” You whispered, bringing your face close to his.

“Good morning love.”

“You sore?” He asked after he heard you wince.

“A little bit, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“That’s true.” He smiled at you, enjoying the view in front of him.

“I think I owe you an apology baby. I’m sorry about yesterday, I took things way to far.” You began, placing your head on his torso.

“It’s okay love, at least we got Bruce back.”

“You know that you’re the only man in my life. I’m sorry once again I overstepped.”

“I know love. We’re good now.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you.” You said sweetly, kissing him.

“I love you too darling, and I will show you exactly how much.”

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absoluteindulgence · 4 years

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How the Boys Give/Recieve

A/N: GOOD EVENING/GOODNIGHT Y'ALL IT'S 3AM WHERE I AM LOL. TAGS: @royaltywritesstuff, @burnedbyshoto, @ikinabi . I HAD ANOTHER NAUGHTY HEADCANON IDEA AND WANTED TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU GUYS. THIS HC IS LONG AF, SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT ENJOY THE FOOD. THE CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP (18+). THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT.

☀️🌞MIRIO🌞☀️

Give:

My baby is sweet and kind! Hella, eager to eat you like his last meal!

Will tell you to pee before and after sex (because he cares).

After you come out of the bathroom, there are towels for your body and pillows for your head. (He's always prepared).

He gets cocky when you get comfortable on the bed, telling you, “You’re gonna need the pillows big time.” You don’t even bother asking why, but your imagination roams.

When he lays you down, he grazes your legs lightly. It’s therapeutic but also makes your senses aware and sensitive to his touch. Mirio is a little impatient to taste you, so he won't tease you longer than 30 seconds.

This dude will literally whisper "ITADAKIMASU" to your pussy. You're going to melt.

“Hey Sunshine, I’m sorry I lied to you. Remember how I told you I love to eat Ramen, it turns out that’s my second love. My first is you.”

Melt, reform, then EXPLODE.

His kisses are littered all between your inner thighs, reminding you how wonderful you are. Goes on to call you his Sunshine and Sunflower.

He's hella skilled because you taught him what you liked. He always pays attention to your body. From your breathing to the way your thighs shake.

His tongue on your clit is a signature of, many swivels, sucks, and spelling "I love you."

Receive

He’s a beefy boi, so imagine what’s underneath the underwear. Change your hero name from Lemillion to LePacking, honey

He's very enthusiastic, damn near antsy all from you just touching or staring at his piece.

He calls his cock "Your Love Rod" or "Man muscle" I'M CACKLING

It's really all jokes, but if you do say it while stroking him, dick gon twitch something crazy.

He gets all shy when you’re talking to him before placing your mouth on his tip. Jokingly tell him, “Your precum is enough to put in a cup, baby.” His face is gonna be RED.

Enveloping his cock in your mouth was trouble at first, but now you gobble him up like a thick ass banana. He’s always vocal, from light moans to deep groans. Very loud at times, groaning your name, telling you, “Damn, you’re so fucking good at this.” He’s usually out of breath.

He likes to grab your hair or the back of your head and apply a little pressure. He won’t always do it, but he knows you like the contact. Mirio’s eyes will occasionally be closed as his muscles tense.

Sometimes you'll say, “Focus on me," and as soon as your eyes meet, you suck him off like a jolly rancher. His face is stuck in surprise and lust.

Bonus: Also, sidebar because thanks to @coconutnunnicorn , I will add that this fool does come home one day with that funny ass elephant hammock g-string, and it makes for a weird night. You spend an hour laughing, trying to breathe air back into your body, but that goes nowhere. He makes the noise, and you fucking lose it all over again. Imagine Mirio singing the chorus to Work It by Missy Elliot. We really love this dork lmao

❄SHOUTO🔥

Give:

His hands are so skilled, whether it's to massage your back, feet, or hands. So imagine how it feels when he massages your inner thighs.

Its the most sensual feeling imaginable. Shouto takes pleasure in pleasing you since you do for him in so many ways.

He doesn't just focus on your clit because that's not the only way of pleasure (he looked it up on google and tried new methods on you)

He likes to lick your inner and outer lips (labia majora and minora) since it shocks you, sometimes you'll hear a low chuckle and die on the inside from the heat of his mouth fanning over you.

His kisses to your clit are just as passionate as if he was kissing the lips on your face. He doesn't hold back from massaging your inner thighs, either.

He loves to squeeze and kiss them might leave a couple of hickies after stimulating you.

His thick fingers are always hooked inside you, waiting for your walls to clench around him.

Your moans are chaotic cries as you whisper or shout his name.

Receive

So you pretend like you don't know what you're doing with him at times since his size is abnormally thicc. You tease him saying he can't fit in your mouth.

Shouto is so fucking sassy, so he looks at you like, "Oh yeah? And yet you called me during your break telling me to shove it down your throat."

You giggle while rubbing your hands down his chest, taking tiny licks at his shaft. They start gentle and rise to be longer. Your tongue circles his tip and boom, you’re deepthroating him.

His eyes shoot the deepest level of lust you can fathom as you give him eye contact. A cheeky smile creeps upon his face as he praises you.

“You take me so well” headass

Suck his tip like a Capri sun, and his toes will curl, but if you swallow his whole cock, he might lose control, and his quirk goes off. How do that D*ntyne Fire and Ice taste?

😈SHINSOU👿

Give:

Ultimate tease, swear to our lord and savior, cory in the house.

He likes to overstimulate you, lightly pressing his hands into your inner thighs, repeatedly saying that you're good enough to eat. Kissing your hip bones as he leaves hickeys and love bites from your belly button to above your knees.

"All of a sudden, I think I'm a cannibal" That line is gonna make you look at him with worry until his warm tongue meets with your awaiting bundle (compliments to Lyssa lmao)

Your moans make him suck and swivel faster until you release.

Your body heaves up and down fast as you try to regain your composure.

Shinsou is the type to close your thighs on his neck or face then ask, "You think we're done, Kitten?"

He gets back to business, and in between licks on your overstimulated clit, he says, "I - don't - think - you’re - loud - enough." His finisher move to end all your orgasms is spelling your name because you’re all he thinks about.

Waking up the morning after, your voice is gone, but he's already making you tea and your favorite breakfast.

Receive:

THICKY WITH THE STIFFY UH

He listens to 69 once, and that’s how he initiates head with you almost every time.

You wanna slap the shit out of him but take it out on his cock instead. Which he likes.

His cock is long with a decent girth. Like when you slap it up with your hands or lips, usually, he bites his own lips watching you do it. His dick twitches wild when you gargle him.

He likes to see how long you can keep eye contact, especially if he’s pulling your hair. I feel like he doesn’t mind your teeth grazing his skin because it’s a testament to how big he is in your mouth.

He’s disgusting in the sense where he likes you to spit all on his dick, “Wet it up nicely, Kitten.”

💥KATSUKI💥

Give:

Everything is a damn competition for this bastard. How many times can you cum? How fast will your legs shake? How many times will you pull his hair?

He pays close attention to your reactions.

He has a big mouth and knows how to use it.

So many times you'll tell him he's a shit talker and he grabs his junk saying, "And you know I can back it up. Now get on the fucking bed".

Sometimes he's rough on purpose because you react a little differently. And it's not the awkward way, but sometimes when you tell him to keep going, he goes beast mode on the pussy.

Grabbing your breasts or thighs, grunting as he eats. He licks your entire vaginal area. The first time he did it, you laughed because it tickled, but now it's become an overwhelming sensation for you.

You grab his hair with your thighs/legs tightening around his head, trying to push him away. But he grabs your thighs tighter, spreading you as wide as possible while holding them down.

You try to struggle, but he says, "Princess, I'm trying to eat. Are you going to let me?" After you nod, he says, "Then open your fucking legs, or I won't let you cum."

After you behave, he starts slow and but gradually gets faster and acts more ravenous than before.

He likes to spell out his (full) name fingers deep in you because, like I said, he fancies a challenge.

Receive:

He can be a real roughhouse at times

This asshole doesn’t care how you decide to suck him off, he’s a meaty big boi and loves threatening you with his dick.

EXAMPLE: “Bakugou, why the fuck did you delete the new episode of my favorite show.” “Because I’m tired of you fucking whining about you missing it.” “Well, how the fuck does this change what I’m going through?” “You’ll be quieter.” “Fuck you, Ratsuki” “Say it louder so that I fuck your mouth.” As you’re about to say something, he throws you DVDs of the whole fucking season. Before you can thank him, this entitled little bitch says, “You want an apology, you can suck it out the tip of my cock.”

Usually, you would get mad, but you happily oblige yanking his shit damn near from his body.

He curses you out, but you end up stroking him, a hand gripped tightly around his shaft with your mouth like a sturdy suction cup. He is surprised by your force as he adjusts while seated. He wants to hold your head down but wants to see how far you go without his help, shit-talking in the midst of it all, “Yeah, baby, I told you, you’ll be quieter.”

You roll your eyes and lick his tip gently.

Any other time he's not an asshole, you are a PRO with his THICC stick of dynamite. Sucking, Spitting, SLURPING (BECAUSE HE LOVES THE SOUNDS) HE THINKS HE'S BETTER THAN SPAGHETTI OR ANY POPSICLE YOU PUT IN YOUR MOUTH. You joke about how he's not gluten-free, and he will groan, making you laugh and making him nut.

Whether on purpose or accident, he says, "Here's your new skincare." If you know, you know.

Bonus: First, imagine your neighbors hearing this little argument, 0-100000 real quick. Second, imagine making Bakugou nut after you’ve over-stim him just because you laughed. Does that make him sensitive, or just hearing you laugh made him reach his limit? Also, I got the apology line from the artist ChuuRingo on Twitter!

🌋EIJIROU🌋

Give:

This man is so fucking gentle.

The first time he went downtown, he asked what you liked and wanted to know how you felt. The second time, did everything right/everything you wanted without asking.

Now every time after, your body is left in shakes and sweats.

He loves to leave you in a puddle.

Kiri loves to climb on top of you, kiss you all the way down to your sweetness. Breathy gasps escape your lips when his lips make contact with your neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts.

Sometimes he gets sidetracked playing with your nipples but still trails his kisses down your stomach till he reaches his right destination.

Kiri tries different techniques all the time, they all work wonders on you. He is so needy for your moans and touches. Rubs you wherever his hands will roam, his body worship coming into play.

He’s a little crazy because he loves when you squeeze his head between his thighs. Let him know you’re close to coming. There have been times where he almost passed out, he never told you. Kiri said that he would be happy to die between your legs, though. You jokingly tell him that’s manly but really apologize for having so much orgasmic strength.

Kiri loves to spell your name and his, his tongue is exceptionally fast so you can only imagine that he’s been practicing to do that with you for a long time.

Receive:

He loves to look at your lips and reminds you that you're so beautiful while giving him the good old skippity mmmmmbop

He's so cliche at times that he will tell you, "Damn, I haven't activated my quirk, yet I feel unbreakable already."

Cornball city, Mirio, and Kiri put your clown wigs back on.

He's so confident in your skills as he lays on the bed you share, spread the fuck out while you crawl in between his legs.

You tease him a little, but he's patient. He knows you're building up suspense or staring at his huge cock. Knowing that you love his size, girth, and the color of his throbber.

There are times that after he finished making you cum through oral that your orgasms lubricate your throat and relax your jaw. So it leads to super happy fun times for Mr. Red Daddy Riot.

Now you, like a challenge. Challenging how strokes, how many sucks, how many times you can lick his balls before he nuts.

His body shudders no matter where you put your tongue.

If you swallow, he goes above and beyond for you for the next six-eight sessions, or even if you seriously tap out. If you spit, he's gonna cuddle you into oblivion as you guys have a cheat day date with ice cream.

Finished 2:30AM EST 1.30.2020

#Mirio Imagines #Shouto Imagines #Shinsou Imagine #Katsuki Imagine #Kirishima Imagine #mha hcs #bnha smut #smut text #absoluteindulgence headcanons #Mar's Writings

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pkg4mumtown · 4 years

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Welcome to Hawkins PD (Ch. 1)

AN: Finally got far enough along in writing to post the beginning. First Hopper fic so...yea...let me know what you think so far.

Warnings: smoking, cursing, y’know normal Hopper stuff, Female Reader

Summary: You’re a new officer being assigned to Hawkins without being warned of the attractive but grumpy Chief.

Title: The New Kid

Chapter 1 of ?

Chief Hopper slammed the door of his Blazer shut, squinting at brightness of the sun he had underestimated. He set his wide-brimmed hat firmly on his head and slid aviators on his face, all while never dropping the lit cigarette hanging from his lips. He strode over to a white-haired, stocky man who stood just inside the open gates of the Indiana Law Enforcement Academy. The older man gave Hopper a pointed look as he strode through the parking lot.

“C'mon, Hop, no squares on academy grounds,” the man sighed. He wore a tan uniform and wide brimmed drill instructor cover on his head, like the other instructors at the academy

Hopper grimaced around the cigarette, pulling it from his lips and flicking it off to the side, “I’ll pick it up when I leave, Cap.”

The white-haired man shook his head and laughed softly, leading Hopper inside the confines of the academy, “Haven’t been a Captain in years.”

“Bridge, you’ll always be ‘Captain’ to me,” Hopper slapped Bridge on the back. “What do they have you doin’ now?”

“Basic Training Commander,” Bridge winked and tipped his hat.

“Look at you,” Hopper chuckled and shoved Bridge’s shoulder.

They walked in silence for a minute before Hopper finally spoke up, “So, why’d you call me here? I’m betting it wasn’t just to catch up,” Hopper looked over at the shorter man, who sighed.

“Hop…” Bridge started, “…the director, deputy director, and myself have decided to attach another officer to your station.”

Hopper stopped walking all together, giving the man an incredulous glare, “Excuse me?”

“Look, after the lab and Byers fiasco, you’re lucky we're not adding ten times that. It was a shit show and the media were hounding us as to why Hawkins has only six officers, three of which never seem to leave the office,” Bridge stressed. “We had the Roane County Sheriff’s patrolling the town for you and your boys, just to keep the citizens at bay, while you were doing fuck knows what, Jim.”

“While I was fixing the problem,” Hopper growled. “You have no idea what was going on!”

“Why don’t you enlighten me?” Bridge challenged with raised eyebrows.

Hopper ignored him and kept walking with no direction, “And anyway, the lab is empty now.”

“The ratio is still six to thirty thousand people, man. Detroit's ratio is one to four hundred.”

“Detroit is also the ‘Murder Capital’, is it not?” Hopper huffed. “Why’d you call me here, then? You could have told me this over the phone, so I could at least throw something after I hung up on you!” he raised his voice slightly, itching to pull out another cigarette.

Bridge smirked and tilted his head up, indicating Jim to follow him. The sound of gunfire grew louder with every step, telling Hopper that they were heading to the range.

“Thought you might want to check out who we’re assigning to you,” Bridge said as they finally came to a stop.

Below them stood about twenty recruits in unmarked tan uniforms with black ties, which would change according to their departments after they graduated.

“That one,” Bridge pointed to the recruit on the far left, a moderately tall woman with her hair pulled back into a bun. With her strong shoulders and stern expression, she definitely looked like she could hold her own amongst the males in the class.

Hopper tilted his glasses down and scrunched his nose at the brightness, “The girl?”

“Jesus Christ, Hop,” Bridge sighed.

“It was a question!” Hopper retorted back, huffing at Bridge's insinuation.

Bridge rolled his eyes and nodded, “Yea, the female recruit.”

At that moment, one of the drill instructors shouted a nearly indistinct command. It was unintelligible to Hopper’s ears, yet all the recruits responded immediately by clutching their right hands to their chests. Hopper watched, intrigued, as they fired the last of their rounds single handedly. His gaze swept over all the recruits and their targets before focusing back on the female as she shoved the barrel of the revolver between her duty belt and her trousers. Hopper’s expression turned impressed as he peeked over his sunglasses while she flicked open a pouch, retrieved a speed loader, and reloaded before shooting again.

“When did you guys start grading one-armed reloads?” Hopper wondered.

“When we finally got speed loaders that weren’t shit,” Bridge chuckled and shrugged. “Better to make it mandatory so they don’t fumble later.”

Hopper stuck around for a while, to make his trip worthwhile. He watched from a shaded area with Bridge as they started a defensive tactics lesson, always keeping his eye on the girl. He eyed her and a male recruit curiously as they circled one another in a scrimmage. The male was aggressive and lunging in order for her to practice a specific maneuver, which she did fairly well after deflecting some of his hits. The ferocity in which she fought back made Hopper curse under his breath in admiration.

“So, what d'ya think, Hop?”

“Why her?”

Bridge groaned, “Hop…I thought you were better than this!”

“Better than what? I’m just asking why her specifically!” he raised his voice in irritation.

“Because she’s a woman?” Bridge retorted and raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, man, because she actually has skill. Like the Sheriff’s or Trooper material, not for some boring town like Hawkins. I’m just…” Hopper sighed, “I don’t know, it feels like a waste of resources plus she'd be bored off her ass.”

“We don’t decide their departments, Hop, she chose local police over Staties,” Bridge pursed his lips and chuckled to himself.

“What?”

“Maybe she’ll kick your boys into gear. Lord knows, your station could use some energy.”

Hopper just rolled his eyes as the dig.

“Her station request, though, was anywhere but her hometown and we were already planning to add another officer to your station anyway,” Bridge revealed.

“Hmm,” Hopper grunted, “bad family relationship?

“Probably a question for her, not me.”

I shrugged on my heavy, oversized, black duffle bag and picked up my equally oversized briefcase before leaving my sleeping quarters for the last time. With my free hand, I pushed my aviators, a graduation gift from my best friend, up the bridge of my nose. Said friend had already departed the premises after the graduation since it was a bit of a drive back to our hometown.

The academy grounds were a sea of uniforms from local police to Sheriff’s deputies to Staties, with various shades of blue and tan. My uniform, however, was the only blue one with a “Hawkins Police Dept.” patch. I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or excited when I found out, since the town had a reputation of being quiet, save for the couple occurrences over the last two years.

I made my way back near the front of the Academy, pushing through the sea of people still lingering while they congratulated the new officers. I peered over people’s shoulders, looking for the exit and finally seeing the open gate. I spied the bus stop just beyond it and stepped into the parking lot, only to be stopped when I heard my name called.

“Y/L/N!”

I snapped my head to the left, seeing Commander Bridge leaning against a Blazer with another tall officer. He waved me over with his hand and said something to the officer. I glanced at the side of the Blazer, my eyes widening when I saw “Chief” in bold print followed by “Hawkins Police Dept.” Not an officer, then.

I stood straighter as I approached my new boss. His all tan uniform was almost form fitting his large frame, while a wide-brimmed hat adorned his head. As I approached, he took his sunglasses off and hung them on his shirt, revealing impossibly bright blue eyes. I let my eyes trail up his form, lingering on his lips pulling in as he took a drag from the cigarette in his mouth.

“Officer Y/L/N, this is your new boss,” Bridge motioned with a wave of his hand.

“Chief Hopper,” the man stuck his hand out. I couldn’t help but rake my eyes over the dark blonde beard adorning his cheeks and framing his lips.

I quickly dropped my briefcase to the ground and stuck my hand out as well, “Officer Y/L/N, sir.”

“Yea,” Hopper chuckled and pointed his thumb at Bridge, “he said that. You can tone it down. Relax, you graduated.”

“Sorry, sir,” I apologized for no reason and paused. “Why are you here?”

“Bridge told me you dormed. Figured you might need a ride into town,” Hopper shrugged.

“Oh, well, you didn’t have to do that. I can take the bus, sir,” I gulped. An hour drive with my new, very attractive, boss? No, thanks.

“Well, I’m already here,” Hopper grunted out a sigh and grabbed my briefcase off the floor.

“Sir, no, I can—” I tried to stop him.

“For the love of God, Y/L/N, take a load off,” Hopper responded, almost annoyed with my behavior. He circled around to the back of the Blazer, “Any family you still have to say ‘bye’ to?”

“No, they didn’t quite approve of my career choice,” I murmured.

Hopper simply grunted as he opened the back hatch of the Blazer and tossed the briefcase not-so-gently in the bed. I shrugged my bag off and did the same, nearly jumping when he slammed it shut.

I turned back to Commander Bridge, offering him a smile and shaking his hand, “Thank you for everything, sir.”

Bridge laughed lowly and shook his head, reciprocating the handshake before slapping my shoulder, “Good luck, kid.”

I nodded and jumped into the passenger side of the Blazer, seeing the two men exchange goodbyes like old pals in the passenger mirror. I shook my leg nervously as the Chief rounded the Blazer and jumped in with a heavy sigh.

An hour drive and I’d already managed to annoy the shit out of him before the trip even started. Great.

Chapter 2

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After a long day at work, you and Javi come home to relax. He pulls into his arms on the couch, turning on the tv. You shift around next to him and he can't help but think how much he wants you. He tries to focus but he can't as you accidentally bring your knee a little too far forward, brushing against his length. It's enough to send him over the edge and he pulls you into a feverish kiss. It catches you off guard and you pull away from him. "I'm so sorry. That was stupid." You get closer. "No, it's okay. It just surprised me. I'm okay now." He pulls you back to him, feeling his erection grow as your bodies mold together. You welcome his advances as his hands roam all over you. He helps you undress, not bothering to shut off the tv as your bodies reconnect. He bends you over, leaning down to press his tongue into you from behind. You jolt forward, grabbing the arm of the couch. He laps you greedily, drawing the most exquisite moans out of you. He begins working your clit with his tongue now, building your orgasm quickly. With a few more long licks, you cum hard against his face as he works you through your high. As you come down, he pulls your back to his chest. He rubs his cock against your slickness before finally pushing inside. One of his arms snakes around to hold your waist and he cups your breast with the other. You moan his name as he fucks you deeply. You start to feel your second orgasm coiling in your stomach as he sets a relentless pace. His hand comes down to circle your mound as he starts to come apart as well. He pulls out of you quickly, releasing onto your back as he works you through your own high. When you are both finished, he puts his arm around you and leads you to bed where you both fall asleep, exhausted and satisfied.

Oberyn and Ellaria were ecstatic when you had started becoming more affectionate with them. Anytime you wanted affection they happily gave it to you. One night, you all lay in bed, cuddling as the Dornish air flooded your chamber. In a moment of arousal, you let your hand trail behind you to where Oberyn had been laying and pressed it gingerly into his crotch. He immediately leaned into the touch, groaning happily as you cupped his growing erection. "Is my dove feeling bold tonight?" He teased, bringing a hand up to caress your skin. Ellaria saw Oberyn touching you and joined in on the fun, tracing a finger from your cheek to your breasts. You gasped as they expertly felt your body. It took no time at all for the three of you to be completely naked. "Let us please you, mi amor." Oberyn begged, kissing down your body. Ellaria positioned herself behind your head, holding you in her lap as Oberyn began to lap at your folds. She kneaded your breasts as you felt your orgasm build. "I think our little flower is going to cum, my prince." She would say as you arched your back, letting the feeling swallow you. When you had come down from your high, he moved to his knees quickly lining himself with your entrance. Your moans became louder as he teased your clit with the head of his cock. Ellaria smoothed your hair as he finally pushed fully inside of you. "There you go," she would coo. "You take him so well. Does he feel good inside you?" You couldn't speak as he thrust in and out. Oberyn quickly chimed in. "Don't worry, mi amor. You don't need to say a word. I can feel exactly what I'm doing to you. Just let me love you." And you did as he fucked you agonizingly slow, overwhelmed with the sensations that flooded your body. He made you cum three more times before finally pulling out and spilling his seed across your chest. You panted heavily as Ellaria took some up on your finger and held it to your lips. "Taste your prince. Show him how grateful you are for his cum." He watched through half lidded eyes as you sucked her finger clean before they both pulled you back between them, caressing you as you fell asleep.

Maxwell Lord makes it abundantly clear to everyone, yourself included, that you belong to him. The lack of touch between you doesn't make him any less possessive of you. Instead he spoils you with expensive gifts and lets you stay in his home. As you become more affectionate, he takes it in stride, telling you how much he loves it when you touch him. One night, you both lay in bed together, Max flipping through files as you snuggle into his chest. After an hour of nothing but work, you lightly push the papers out of his hand and he smirks at you. "I was reading those." He states. "I know. I just want you to spend time with me." He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure my time is all you want?" He says as you squirm against him. He pushes his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back gently to meet his gaze. "Take off your shirt." He demands and you eagerly do so. His fingers begin squeezing your chest. "You are so obedient for me. I'm so glad to see that you want me." You smile and he undoes his trousers, pulling out his cock. "Go on. Show me that you're ready for this." His length presses against your lips and you take him in your mouth. Your tongue works him up and down, Maxwell pressing back into the headboard. "That's good. Do you want more?" He asks, already knowing the answer. You take off the rest of your clothes and he gets off the bed, taking you with him. He bends you over the edge, lining himself up with your entrance. As he pushes his cock inside, you press your face into the sheets. "It's okay. It's just you and me. You can make noise for me if you want to." He instructs you gently, guiding you through several orgasms until he's ready to cum. "You're such a good little girl for me. You're going to make me cum. Do you want that?" He makes you find your voice to answer him. "Yes, Mr. Lord." This is all he needs to pull out and unload onto your back. Once you've been cleaned up he pulls you back into bed. "Trust me baby. This was only the beginning. I'm going to teach you how to scream." He mumbled into your hair before you drift off to sleep.

You and Max had been dating for a while and he really enjoyed spending time with you. After a date night, you come home and get snuggled up on the couch. He turns on the tv but you quickly become distracted. As you squirm against him, he pulls away. "I'm sorry, do you need me not to touch you?" You look away. "No. I want you to touch me. I was just thinking maybe we could continue this in the bedroom." His eyes became wide as he realized the implications of your words. "Are you sure this is something you want?" He asks and you nod. Before you can blink he is carrying you bridal style to his room. Once he does he helps you get undressed, admiring your body. "You're so pretty." He kisses you all over, letting his tongue taste every inch of your flesh. As he does you moan and he takes the opportunity to put his fingers in your mouth. You suck them before he brings them down to where you are aching. He begins working your clit with his wet fingers, causing you to throw your head back. "Can I please you fuck you now?" He begs. You nod and he lifts you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist. He walks you over, your shoulders hitting the wall. Before he enters you he looks in your eyes. "Is this okay?" You smile with a small yes and he begins to thrust up into you. The sensation is incredible as he fills you up so full. "Max!" You breath and it doesn't take him long before he pulls out to shoot his cum up onto your stomach. He helps you down and cleans you up before getting into bed with you, stroking your hair as you fall asleep in his arms.

Jack loves being close to you more than anything. After his stunt trying to kiss you he has done nothing but try to prove that he is not a complete asshat. Over time you begin to trust him more and you finally let him give you that kiss. When you do, he is over the moon about it. You go home with him one night after training to unwind. He pulls you into his lap, sitting in his favorite arm chair. It doesn't take long for the situation to escalate as you squirm in his lap. At some point he grabs your hips and starts to move you on him just how he likes it. He trails kisses across the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine. He brings a hand down to rub you over your jeans. The friction drives you crazy as he picks up speed. You quickly get off his lap to undress, climbing back up so he can finish what he started. Your stomach begins to coil as he works you relentlessly. You cum on his fingers and he makes quick work of undoing his belt and letting his cock out of his jeans. You flip around to face him, straddling his lap. "Is this okay hun? Is it okay if I fuck you?" You nod and he lines himself up with your entrance. However, you stop him before he can thrust up into you. "Wait. I want to do it. I want to ride you." He grins like an idiot at the request. "I'd be alright with that. Look at you, getting out of that shell. Show me what a good little cowgirl you are." You sink down on him slowly, adjusting to the stretch of his cock inside you. You squirm in his lap and he throws his head back. Slowly, you begin bouncing up and down on him, your ass slapping against his hips. He groans lewdly, drowning out your quiet moans. Eventually, he helps you by thrusting up into you. You cling to him as he fucks you just the way you like. It doesn't take him long to pull out and cum on your stomach, bringing his fingers down to your clit as you cum with him. You both pant and he smiles. "You're so good to me." He says, pulling you into a tight hug. After that, you move over to the couch, practically laying on top of one another as you close your eyes for a nice little nap.

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namfine · 4 years

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Motherlode | Namjoon x Reader | Gold Rush AU | Part 1

❂ pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

❂ word count: 5k

❂ summary: Following the death of your father in 1849, you travel across the United States in search of finding gold in California. There you stumble upon a young geology professor eager to find his way in the world as well.

❂ tags: 18+, smut, virgin reader, first time sex, oral sex (fem receiving), foreplay, light dirty talk, falling in love, mutual feelings, gold rush au, time period au, alternate universe, outdoor sex? (they’re in a tent so?), smut with plot

❂ part: 1 of 2

Part 2

❂ a/n: Hello everyone, Admin Zesty here! This is the first in a two part series of a new alternate universe set in the California Gold Rush with our dearest Namjoon. I’ll update this and post the next chapter when it’s finished. Hope you enjoy!

- ☆.｡.:* Zesty .｡.:*☆

The sunrises out here really were beautiful. That gave you something to look forward to each day, at least. You urged your horse forward, eager to catch up to the rest of the caravan. It was just a few more miles until you reached the border of California and then a bit more to reach the American River. You had made it. For the first time in a long time, you felt a glimmer of hope.

The trek across America had been harder than you expected. You had been so overcome with grief from the death of your father that you had leapt at the opportunity to find riches in the unexplored west after James Marshall found that massive gold nugget. New York had nothing for you now, it’s only purpose serving as a stark reminder that you had no one left in the world to look out for you. Only mean neighbors who trusted your bookshop owning father on his peculiar way of raising a young lady.

“I do oppose young ladies learning how to read, it’s quite unbecoming.”

“If you keep encouraging those debates, Mr. Y/L/N, you’re going to raise her to have a mind of her own!”

“Ugh, did you see what Y/N was wearing around the store the other evening? Pantaloons!”

You shoved down the memories. Yes, leaving New York after the death of your father had been surprisingly easy.

The sun finally tipped over the horizon and flashed in your eyes. You pulled down your cap, careful to keep your hair tucked under it in an effort to block the sun. It was dangerous for a single young lady without a male relative or husband to travel alone. With no known family left, you had done the only thing you knew to avoid it: became a boy.

As a boy you were inconspicuous, you could easily slide under the radar. Men stopped paying attention to you and the streets were safer at night. Your last night in New York all it took was a pair of scissors and a quick raid of your father’s closet and you were ready to go. But now, five months into the journey, your hair was starting to get long again and you knew your face well enough to know that if you didn’t pin your hair, it would soon be easy to tell. You had lost your knife a few months back and sorely felt the loss.

“How are the pains?” A soft voice drew you from your thoughts and you turned to see the minister’s wife astride her sorrel mare beside you. As one of the few women in the group, she had the ability to move quietly when she needed to. She was older than you and had a kind face. Her and her husband were heading to California to spread the gospel of the lord and had been kind enough to let you tag along with their group on the journey. Most of which were practicers of religion or men hoping to find riches for their families. The caravan totaled to about 25 people and of them all, she was the only one that knew you were a girl.

She’d figured it out quickly, given the fact that your period the first month on the road had been brutal. She had recognized your pain, offered you some herbs, and didn’t ask any questions.

When you offered an explanation later, stating how you wanted the opportunity and safety only a man’s appearance could offer, she said you didn’t need to explain. That your reasonings were your own and she understood what would happen if you were discovered. Of the freedom that could be taken from you and the things that could be forced upon you in an instant.

And that was that. Your companionship had grown from there, simple but welcomed.

“They’re better,” you respond. “Thank you for the herbs.”

The woman smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Have you figured out what you’re going to do when you get there?”

You tightened your resolve and flashed her a smile. “I’m gonna kick the West’s ass.”

***

It turns out, the West’s ass didn’t want to be kicked. By the time you had reached the base on the American River parts of your group had dwindled down. The minister and his wife stayed with you and the other panners for a few days before continuing on their journey to San Francisco leaving you, for the first time on this journey, completely and utterly alone.

The base was huge, an expedition set up by a mean old man who called himself The Warden. What his real name was, no one knew. You had that in common with him at least, having kept your true name secret to all who you’d encountered.

It was now, standing in his massive tent surrounded by his men, that the sinking feeling of being a woman in disguise in a camp filled with rascals settled in. If any one were to discover you, god knows what would happen.

“How old are you anyway, boy?” The warden asked. He was standing behind his desk. On it was a map of the American with circles indicating where gold had been found. “You’re a scrawny fella.”

“Sixteen, sir.” 23. But tall, for a girl and well past marriageable age in your neighbors opinions.

The older man scoffed, stroking his mustache. “And you out here searchin’ for riches, son? Gonna blow it all on hookers and booze, I betcha.” The men around him laughed. You kept your face neutral.

“Something like that, sir.”

“Well,” he took a swig from the metal mug. “All walks of life are welcome here. We’re all runnin’ from somethin’ and searchin’ for the-” he held up a finger “-one thing that will help us escape.” He put down the mug and grabbed a piece of paper from his desk, careful to avoid smudging the ink on the map. “Sign here and you can start tomorrow.”

You looked at the paper. Lucky for you, your father had believed that everyone, regardless of gender should be taught to read. You couldn’t say the same for the parents of other girls your age. He had also taught you to be wary of a contract. “What is it?”

“An agreement, boy. You sign away 60 days of honest work to me, panning for gold and helping assemble my mine. After that, I’ll let you pan here for free. Anything you find, you keep.”

Seems fair.

“What if I find something before my days are up?”

He looked at you. “Then it’s mine. I’m letting you sleep here and eat our food, I gotta pay for it all somehow and aren’t we all in this for profit?”

Touche.

“Deal.”

***

The days were long and the work was hard. Regardless, you found yourself quickly settling into a routine at the camp. You started most mornings down by the river, panning for gold. The cool water managed to balance out the hot sun and compared to the noisy streets of New York, you were loving the sounds of the birds and the wind.

In the afternoons you would sometimes continue panning or they would send you into the mines to help clear paths. You hated it down there. There was something unnerving about going deep into the earth and digging into her crevices. The air smelled damp and the only light was the lanterns that were hung haphazardly along the walls. You tried to avoid this work as much as possible.

On the eighth day of your sentence your routine was broken by a disturbance on the outskirts of the main base. A young professor had arrived a few days earlier and you had paid him little mind, as did most of the other miners. Still, it seemed his time of going unnoticed was over.

“What did you say about my gold?” An angry man had the lanky professor by his collar and up against a tree, two of his friends closing in on either side.

The professor waved his arms in surrender, trying desperately to fix whatever it was he seemed to have started. You stopped along the path along with a few other panners to observe and a small crowd gathered shortly.

“I merely spoke the truth,” The professor said, his voice even and calm. “What you have there isn’t gold at all. It’s pyrite. You trading it for time off his sentence seems hardly fair considering it's pretty much worthless.”

You shook your head at his honesty in such a compromising position. What an idiot.

“Look,” The panner said, tightening his grip on the professor's collar. “ I may not have some fancy degree from some big college but I’ve been working these waters a lot longer than you, boy, and I know gold when I see it.”

“It’s an easy mistake to make, when you don’t know the differences. I hardly blame you.”

Your mouth dropped open. The men around you shifted on their feet, sensing a scuffle.

The man fumed. “Are you calling me a liar?”

The professor looked down at his collar at the spot where the man gripped his collar before tracing the man’s arm with his eyes slowly back to his face.

Oh god, you thought. Please don’t say it.

“I don’t think you’re a liar,” the professor stated.

Oh, good. He has some sense at least.

“Just an idiot.”

Here we go.

The man pulled back his other fist, his friends egging him on, ready to throw the punch. The professor shot another one of his goofy grins and this time you could have sworn it was in your direction. You stared at him in abject confusion.

“Stop!” A shout rang out across the group and everyone froze. “What’s going on here?”

You turned to see the warden fast approaching, his usual squad hot on his heels. “Men, release the professor and explain!”

The man holding the professor’s collar dropped it and the professor brushed off his shirt, giving him another small smile. “This here smart guy,” the assailant started. “Was accusin’ me of lyin’. Sayin’ that I was rippin’ ole Jimmy off with a piece of . . . uh. . .” he looked at the professor.

The professor leaned forward. “Pyrite,” he supplied.

“Ah, yeah,” the man continued. “Pyrite! He said I was rippin’ Jimmy off with a piece of this here Pyrite!”

The warden looked up at the heaven’s like he was hoping today would be his last day on earth. “Could I see the mineral in question?”

The man supplied the gem out of his pocket and handed it to the warden. The crowd stood on their tiptoes as he examined it, eager to see the verdict. The professor didn’t show any emotion, merely crossed his arms in quiet confidence. You studied his movements.

The warden turned the piece over in his hands, examining the mineral before bringing it to his mouth and biting down. When he was satisfied he turned toward the assailant.

“The professor accused you of lyin’ not because he thought you were,” the warden began, startlingly calm. “But because he knew you were a FUCKING IDIOT!” The warden threw the stone against the tree, mere inches past the assailants head who cowered at the tone. “That is pyrite you imbecile!”

The crowd burst into conversation. Some laughed and others stated their opinions on the matter but your eyes stayed glued to the young professor. He watched you for a minute in response before turning to address the warden who was explaining his position to his lackeys. You moved closer so you could hear better, eager to learn more about the strange man who had appeared on the base. You had to admit, he was handsome but the pretty ones always brought trouble.

“Gentlemen, this is Professor Kim,” the warden introduced the young man to his group. They all nodded and introduced themselves in return but you didn’t bother to remember their names. “He is visitin’ us from a University overseas. Here to assist in discoverin’ where to best find the most valuable of Earth’s metals. He’s a . . . uhh. . . geographer or somethin’,” the warden explained. “Studies dirt and the like.”

“Geologist,” Professor Kim corrected. “A mining geologist to be specific. I study the extractions of mineral resources from the Earth.”

The group stared at him.

“Rocks,” he sighed, defeated. “I study rocks.”

A chorus of ‘Ahh’s’ broke out amongst the men. You stifled a laugh. You may not have traveled much but growing up in your father’s bookshop you had read a lot and even you knew what a geologist was.

“Regardless,” the warden continued, casting a dismissive hand in the Professor’s direction. “The higher ups seem hell bent on makin’ sure he makes progress in his work and comes out with as few - er - scratches as possible.”

Professor Kim tilted his head. “I would also very much appreciate that.”

“That being said,” the warden turned around looking over the crowd. “You there, boy!” The warden pointed in your direction. Surprised, you looked behind you. No one was there. You looked back at him, pointing at yourself.

“Me?”

“Yes, you,” the warden spat. “You’re to assist the professor during his time here. Make sure he has everythin’ he needs and most of all, make sure he stays out of trouble.”

The warden turned on his heel to leave, clearly believing the matter to be settled.

You chased after him, as the crowd began to disperse, struggling to maintain your composure and keep your cool. “Sir, with all due respect I need to be on the rive-”

“Look, boy, I don’t have time to deal with this. You heard my command,” He turned lowering himself closer to your face. He reeked of body odor and whiskey and you struggled not to cover your nose. “-and my command is law. You signed that there contract, you work for me. And I say: you’re to be assistin’ the professor for the rest of his time here, and that’s that.” He spun on his heel and was gone. In a few short minutes the crowd was fully gone, leaving only you and the young professor.

Defeated, you cursed under your breath, not sure what you had done to deserve this. You were supposed to be out here finding gold, getting rich, and starting a new life far away from your troubles in the East and now you were supposed to babysit some yippy foreign professor because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

You finally turned to face Professor Kim. He raised an eyebrow in your direction and flashed a big smile, unaware the damage he was causing to your patience. He was tall, wearing a simple loose long sleeved white shirt tucked into snug pants. He had enough sense, it seemed, to leave behind the suit jacket and hat but had chosen to keep the suspenders. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Ever the gentleman.

“Look,” you addressed him directly for the first time. “I don’t have time to be your babysitter. I need to find some gold and get the hell out of this shithole. So, I’d appreciate it if you could keep yourself out of trouble.”

He sized you up, eyeing your garb with an intelligence that was completely different from the bumbling professor he had been mere minutes before. He raised his eyes to meet your own and you struggled to not falter under his gaze. His eyebrow quirked again, a sly smile on his lips. “You have quite the dirty mouth for a lady.”

You froze, fighting the urge to touch your cap. It’s still there, you’re okay. You could feel the wrappings on your chest and knew that they were intact as well. How did he . . .?

“I don’t know to what you are referring,” you kept your tone calm and cool.

“Don’t fret,” he responded, brushing off your glare. “I don’t think anyone else here has noticed.”

That did it. You grabbed his arm and pulled him along behind you, dodging the panners and workers that flitted about searching for the one thing that could make their lives less miserable. Finding a quiet alley between two tents you pushed him against the wall. The professor put his hands up in surrender, his eyes wide in surprise.

“Okay, talk,” you whispered. You were surrounded by chaos but who knew who may overhear. “How did you figure it out? Did someone tell you?” The minister’s wife?

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, no one told me. It’s just-”

You shook his shoulders, your brow furrowed. Here he was laughing when your future was literally at stake. “It’s just what?!”

He stopped laughing and looked at you. Really looked at you, his expression serious. “It’s just . . . you’re too pretty to be a boy. I could tell right away.”

Shocked, you released his arms and took a step back.

“It’s a miracle no one else has figured it out, really,” he continued. “Your walk is all wrong. You still walk like a lady, pretending there’s an invisible string that holds you up from your head. If you want to be believable, you have to walk pelvis first-” he demonstrated pushing his pelvis out and bending his knees before motioning at his stance “-like this.”

You snorted. “Well, it’s gotten me this far.”

“Well,” he replied, straightening himself up and brushing some dirt off his pants. It didn’t really help, he was still covered. “To be fair, you’re surrounded by idiots.”

You laughed. He was right there.

The professor held out his hand. “You can call me Namjoon.”

You looked at his outstretched hand for a second before relunctantly shaking it back.

“Y/N”

***

“So what is it you even do?” You asked bright and early the next morning. You had reported to Namjoon’s tent, as commanded, and stood there watching as he shoved some strange looking tools into his bag.

“My job,” he began, holding up a paintbrush. “Is to discover what minerals exactly are in the area around here and to learn as much about gold and how to find it as possible in the next few weeks.”

“And how,” you asked, watching him toss a few shovels into his bag. “Are you going to do that?”

“Well, my dear little guardian,” he tightened the latches on the bag and threw it over his shoulder, “why don’t you come along to find out?”

You followed him to a spot on the southern tip of a branch in the American river. From here the base appeared tiny and peaceful, the tents gently swaying in the breeze. It was another perfectly sunny day and you readjusted your cap to wipe the sweat off your brow as you struggled to keep up. The professor may have appeared slim and studious but clearly, the man had some muscle on his bones because he was booking it up the trail.

Namjoon stopped when he reached a curve in the river far away from the other panners and plopped his bag on the ground.

“What do you know about gold, Y/N?” he asked, unlatching the bag to pull out a pan.

“That you can sell it and get a lot of money.”

Namjoon laughed. It was a pleasant sound that held none of the malicious intent you sometimes heard in the laughter of other men. Namjoon’s laugh was carefree and seemed to convey true joy. You liked it.

“Aye, yeah. You can indeed sell it and get a lot of money. Especially nowadays.” He dipped the pan into the running water, scooping up some of the grit down at the bottom and beginning to sift through it. “I was hoping you could tell me a bit more about gold. Like, where it comes from?”

“Isn’t that your job?” You remarked, sitting on a rock beside him, careful to avoid wet spots. He was mesmerizing to watch, the way his hands dipped in and out of the water, his long fingers searching through the grit when he thought he saw something that caught his eye.

“Come on, Y/N, give me something to work with here.”

You sighed, giving in. “A lot of gold is found in water. It’s malleable, hence why the warden bit the stone yesterday to prove that it wasn’t gold. Uhhh . . . it’s yellow?”

Namjoon chuckled as he made a selection from his pan. He held it up so that you could see the reflective deep yellow surface. The sun bounced off the metal making it hard to look anywhere but the gold that Namjoon had found in literally ten minutes.

“This,” Namjoon began. “Is true gold. Do you know how I can tell?”

You shook your head. Namjoon turned the rock over in his hands.

“One, as you already said, hardness.” He took a nail and flecked off a piece of the small rock. “See how it just scraped off there? That’s a telltale sign.”

“Second, smell. Pyrite sometimes has a slight sulfur smell when rubbed. Gold will not.” He handed you the gold. You turned it over in your hands before bringing it to your nose and inhaling. Nothing.

You met Namjoon’s eyes. “Nothing.”

“Third,” he continued. “Shape. Gold, as you can see is a small malleable lump. Pyrite, like the one yesterday, is larger and more cube-like in structure. More impressive to look at but, less money when sold.”

You nodded and handed the gold back to Namjoon. “How much would you estimate that piece to be worth? If you had to take your best guess?”

“Well,” Namjoon began. “I’m no jeweler. I’m better at finding the minerals than pricing them but if I had to hazard a guess . . . .huh. . . It’s quite a few ounces, at least. Honestly, quite a nifty little chunk there. I’d say possibly upwards of $500?”

Your jaw dropped open. “$500?”

Namjoon shrugged. “I mean, it’s a guess.”

“Holy shit!” That was more money than your father made in three months. You would know, you helped with the books.

“Well, anyway, that’s gold.” Namjoon shoved the gem in his pocket and stood up.

You darted up after him. “Wait, a second! That’s it! What are you going to do with that? Give it to the warden?”

Namjoon smirked at you. “I don’t work for the warden. I’m going to keep it. I need it for research anyway, that’s why I brought you here. Now, we study it.”

You stared at him. Shocked that he could care so little for the fiscal amount of the stone in his pocket. Namjoon, oblivious as normal, merely scooped his belongings into his bag and motioned for you to follow. “Come along, Y/N. We have a long day of documenting ahead of us.”

***

Life as Namjoon’s assistant wasn’t the worst thing ever. Most days would start with you both checking specific points around the river for gold, pyrite, and other expensive minerals. He would bring along a sketchbook and draw the most interesting ones or make a list of the scenarios in which they were found. You followed suit and eventually took over this part of the job for him, since your drawing was exponentially better.

If you were being honest with yourself, it was fun work. Namjoon was great company and always had a variety of fun stories to tell. You couldn’t believe the places he’d been, the environment in which he had grown up, and the people he had met along the way.

“Y’know,” he said one day after finishing a story about a strange magician he had met on the streets of Singapore. He was bent over his desk, scribbling notes into a leather bound book. You were on the opposite side of the room, drawing some of the gold specimens you had gathered that day. The candles were low and the sun setting, providing a warm, evening glow inside the tent. You looked over at him, ink smudged on his chin and hair tousled from his messing. “You’ve had miraculous adventures yourself. Growing up in New York City? Traveling across the entire continent of North America, essentially alone, in search of a new future?” He looked up from his notebook, meeting your eyes from across the room. “It’s pretty impressive stuff.”

You shrugged, breaking eye contact to continue your sketch. “Not really. It was just survival.”

“That’s all adventures are, really,” he murmured, returning to his work. “Surviving.”

***

It was late one evening and the camp had finally quieted down. Namjoon had fallen asleep hours ago covered in a blanket in his favorite chair next to the crackling fire while reading through some manuscripts. You were still awake, concentrating hard on a drawing you had started on a piece of pyrite the two of you had unearthed earlier. You were trying to get the cube like structure of the crystals perfect and it just wasn’t working.

Frustrated, you pressed too hard on your graphite snapping the tip. You flung it across the room with a noise of exasperation and nearly jumped out of your chair at the deep rumble of laughter that followed.

Your head turned to find Namjoon staring at you from across the room, his eyes half lidded with sleep and his hair in it’s permanently mussed state. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

He shook his head. “I’ve been up for awhile.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could have brought you some tea.”

“I like watching you work. It’s . . .” he seemed to be searching for the right word. “Mesmerizing.”

You averted your eyes to the floor struggling to keep the blush that had crept up into your cheeks from his view. You hoped he wouldn’t notice in the dim lighting. “I can’t imagine it’s all that interesting.”

“Believe me, it is.”

You met his eyes again and struggled to calm the rapid pace of your heart. When did Namjoon become so handsome? And why was he saying such things?

“Anyway,” you started, standing up from the desk. “It’s getting late and I should be getting to bed.”

“Would you like me to walk you back?” he asked, making to move.

You laughed. “Wouldn’t people find it strange that you’re walking your young male apprentice back to his tent late at night? Don’t want people to think you’re out here doing anything scandalous.”

He smiled at you. “Oh, I’m already a scoundrel in many ways, Y/N.”

You didn’t answer him but hid the smile it caused as you packed up your belongings and bid him farewell.

You pondered your relationship with him the entire walk across camp to your meager tent. With Namjoon, you could be yourself. He didn’t reprimand you for your use of ‘unladylike language’ or tell you to cross your legs when you sat. He also didn’t mind that you wore men's clothes or could outread him in a flat out race. He respected you enough to keep your secret and didn’t treat you any different when the two of you were alone in his tent, allowing you to assist in the work just as much as he.

It was amazing how fast acquaintances turned to friends in the West.

***

“I’m going into the mines today,” Namjoon announced one day, taking a long sip of his tea. He sat in a chair by his desk, flipping through one of his journals. You weren’t sure exactly what it was he was doing but you would be willing to bet money he was searching for some image of a cool rock you sketched a week ago.

“Why on earth would you willingly go into that shithole?”

Namjoon shot you a look before resuming his search. “That shithole, as you so eloquently put it, has apparently yielded some strange stone that the warden wants me to inspect. See if it’s worth any money.

You scoffed. Of course, the warden was searching for a profit, as usual. “Do you want me to come?”

Namjoon laughed. “Want? Yes. Need? No. You stay up here and keep checking the rivers for more pyrite or gold. See if you can find any more samples on the American. I won’t be long, and then I’ll join you.”

***

The hours passed slowly without Namjoon’s conversation. You didn’t think you would ever miss his incessant chatter about rocks and whatever cool facts he could spout on command, yet here you were. You were almost done checking the southernmost point of the American for any recent discoveries from the panners when the earth began to quiver.

You quickly gripped a nearby tree as the shaking intensified, small cracks breaking through the surface nearby. Men screamed as the earth let out another massive quake, and in the distance you could see the tents swaying back and forth. You had felt some minor earthquakes on your journey over, but nothing as huge as this.

In a few seconds the earth settled, resuming her quiet existence, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you were holding. You couldn’t wait to see Namjoon later and listen to him ramble on about tectonic plates and the earth’s molten core and whatever other nonsense you had grown fond of.

You stopped in your tracks. When had you grown fond of anything that ridiculous man did?

The realization of your feelings hit you like a wall and you barely moved out of the way in time as a group of men ran towards the camp.

“Hurry!” One of them shouts at you. “Pull yourself together, boy! The mine is collapsing! We need to get those people out!”

You blink, coming out of your stupor. The mine is collapsing?

Your eyes widened.

Namjoon is in the mine.

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The Demon’s Keeper (Part Three)

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(Rin Okumura x Reader)

Summary: Rin Okumura is a hot headed demon who is hard to keep under control, only one person seems to be able to do it better than anyone, Y/N. For that, she’ll be known at the Demon’s Keeper, but what exactly does that entail for them?

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Part One, Part Two: *NSFW Ahead!*

Part Three:

Rin rolled over and wrapped his arm around my waist the next morning. He raised his head to look at the alarm clock to see the time and noticed there was a piece of paper sitting on it. He slowly stood up and my attempts to pull him back into bed were to no avail. He grabbed the paper and started reading it. He walked over to the window with it “Man that’s cold.”

My attention peaked with that so I sat up to look at him. “What cold?”

He lifted the bottom of his shirt, scratching his stomach, the small happy trail he had peeking out. “Yukio left, he couldn’t even wake us up and say goodbye in person.” Rin turned to stare back out the window when he stepped back a little. I stood up from the bed and walked over, noticing myself as well. There were small black things flying through the air, they looked like little black blobs with eyes and tails. “What’s that?”

I buried my face in Rin’s back. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Rin grabbed his sweatshirt and jeans, throwing them on while I did the same. We ran down the stairs of the monastery and out the door, spinning around.

Rin couldn’t believe his eyes. “What the hell are these bugs?” They were everywhere, but when people were walking around in front of the monastery they didn’t even seem to notice them.

“Why is no one else reacting to them Rin?” We both walked to the edge of the property and watched. “I don’t understand why no one else is seeing them.”

As we watched the small bug like creatures we heard a voice coming from down the sidewalk. “Okumura, my friend.” As we both looked over we noticed who it was. The kid that was shooting birds a couple days earlier was coming straight for us. “Do you have a second?”

Rin stared at him, growling some, not sure what he should do. They taunted him, his lackeys speaking next. “What’s the matter Okumura? You turn chicken on us? Don’t tell me you want to run away and hide behind your daddy. Or is your girlfriend going to save your ass this time?”

I tried to step forward and give them all a piece of my mind, but as I got in front of Rin he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, wrapping his arm around my neck and growling at them more. “Let’s go.”

The group of guys started walking, looking for a deserted place for us to talk. As we followed I spoke to Rin quietly. “You shouldn’t be doing this Rin. What’s Shiro going to say? You’re supposed to be grounded, remember?”

“I’m not worried about the old man. This needs to be done.” He was growing angrier by the second, something I knew was never good when it came to Rin, but now that I learned more about him, I was afraid of what could happen.

When we all entered the alleyway the leader spoke to us. “Sorry about the other day, my hand just slipped, you know? Anyway, I wanna know how much you want.”

We were both puzzled now. “What?” Rin kept one hand behind me on my belt loop and the other in his pocket of his jeans.

“My parents are somewhat famous you see. And as for me, I’m about to enroll in True Cross Academy. So I don’t want any unsavory rumors about me floating around.”

“You mean you’re going to the same prestigious school as Yukio? I see your problem.”

The boy laughed. “Now you got it. Consider it hush money, I’m buying your silence. You just have to keep this episode between you and me, and that girl too.”

Rin’s grip on my belt loop tightened. If anyone was protective of the people he cared about it was Rin Okumura. “Hah, you threw me for a curve there. Keep your money, I won’t tell.” He took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed another one of my belt loops with it, turning me around. “We’ve got a lot of things to do.” He pushed me forward, our queue to leave.

The boy was getting enraged. He laughed in annoyance. “Just take the money. Everyone knows you’re so damn poor that you can’t even get into school without help.” Rin stopped walking and turned around. The boy was standing with a bill in his hand. “Take the money. That brother of yours, Yukio is his name? The only way he got into that school was by cramming like hell and getting a scholarship. Isn’t that right? I feel for you. Use this to help pay his tui-”

Before I could grab Rin to stop him he was running at the boy, cutting off his sentence with a punch to the jaw. As the boy hit the ground Rin spoke through his teeth. “Scumbag, you can say what you want about me, but never diss my family.”

The boy turned back at us, hollering. “Man that hurt. I wouldn’t try my luck if I were you!” When he turned back to us he had sharp fangs and his face had changed some. The black bugs that were flying around started to circle him. Horns started to sprout from his head and like in some horror movie his nails started to change into claws.

Rin grabbed onto me and pushed me behind him. “I don’t know what’s happening, but stay behind me.” He stood more at attention and watched the boy, waiting for his next move. “If I tell you to run, you run.”

One of the boys with him ran behind Rin and grabbed onto me, the other two grabbing onto Rin and slamming him onto the ground, face first. I fought and fought against the boy, but he was so much bigger than me. Rin struggled under them. “RIN!”

Rin struggled more. “Get your hands off her!” He tried to lift his arms to fight back. “If you hurt her so help me god. It’ll be the last thing that you do.

The boy grabbed a metal rod from a barrel that was on fire. The rod was red as he stepped toward Rin. “An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. I’m going to give you back twice the pain you caused me.”

I fought more. “Leave him alone!”

One of the guys with him seemed a little unsure about what he was about to do. “Woah, come on. You don’t really want to-”

Before he could continue speaking the young boy kicked him in the face, sending him flying backwards. “Shut up!” He knelt down and grabbed Rin by the hair, lifting his head. “Now where would you like me to burn you?”

I tried to bite the person holding me. “Stop it!” I could hear the panic in my own voice. “Rin! What do I do?”

“Your nose, your mouth, or perhaps your eyes.” He lifted his head and turned it so he could look at me. “And once I’m done with you I’m going to make you watch as I do the same to your little girlfriend.” The boy wasn’t human, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing or hearing. “A human barbeque!” He laughed manically.

Rin started screaming. “GET AWAY!” The flames that surrounded the metal rod turned blue, just like the furnace had in the monastery. They grew so large that they blew all of the men around him away. Rin slowly stood up and walked toward the boy holding onto me. The boy shoved me forward as hard as he could and I stopped myself from falling. When I looked back up at Rin he was surrounded by blue flames. All of the boys ran off except for that one that had been taunting us.

The young boy’s voice changed, it was almost demonic now. “Those blue flames are proof you are the true son of Satan.” Rin looked over quickly at him. He stepped toward me, but I pulled away some. Rin remembered the flames surrounding him and turned his body to completely cover me. “I was right.” The boy walked in front of Rin. “My name is Astaroth.” He reached his hand out. “Come with me, my young prince. Lord Satan has long awaited you.”

Rin wasn’t moving anymore. He just looked scared. “Satan has?”

A voice from behind us caught our attention. “Evil is in their hearts.” We both turned to see Shiro walking down the alleyway. I had never ever been happier to see him. “Oh lord, give to them according to their works and wickedness of their inventions. According to the works of their hands render unto them their reward.” Was Shiro going to exorcise this kid? “Thou shalt destroy them, thou shalt not build them up.”

The young boy grew agitated. “Curse those words! Damn you exorcist!”

Shiro smiled at him. “Blessed be the lord.”

“I’ll rip that mouth of yours apart, so you can never mutter such filth again!” The boy turned his attention from him to Shiro and started running for him.

Shiro didn’t even falter. “He hath heard my supplication.” The young man reached him and swung for him, Shiro dodged no problem. “The lord is my helper.” Shiro grabbed his arm and flipped the boy onto the ground on his back. “And my protector. Thou shalt perish.” The young boy started screaming and black smoke came pouring out of his mouth. The boy became unconscious and Shiro dropped him, looking at Rin and I. “Are you two alright?”

Rin’s flames subsided and I crawled over to him. Rin reached out a hand and helped me stand up. “Forget us, is that guy going to be alright?” He pointed toward the boy on the ground.

“I exorcised the demon that had possessed him. He’ll come to in a moment.”

“Demon?”

“You guys can see them now, too. Can’t you?”

Rin looked around at the bugs and then back at Shiro. “All of these?”

“They’re called Coal Tars. They’re attracted to damp places and introverted humans.” Shiro looked at both of us with concerned eyes. “This world is made up of two dimensions joined as one, like a mirror. One is the material world that we live in, it’s called Assiah. The other is Gahenna, an empty realm inhabited by demons. Normally there can not be any contact between these two diverse dimensions, nevermind any travel between them, but having possessed all material substances in this world, demons are now intruding upon it.”

Rin moved closer to me and grabbed my hand, he could tell how high my anxiety was in the moment. “What’s all that mean?”

“Thanks to this uproar they’ve learned of your awakening. Demons of all species will come after you for all sorts of reasons.” Shiro looked over at me. “Y/N, do you remember what we talked about the other day.” I nodded at him. “You must hide before that comes to pass.”

“Hold on,” Rin was so confused he was getting angry. “What are you saying? What demons? And what the hell do you mean by awakening?” He started yelling. “Just what the hell am I anyway?”

“You are not a human being Rin,” Rin grabbed my hand tighter, hurting it. “You are the son of a demon, born by a human.” Shiro grabbed both of our arms and started walking. “And now just any demon. The demon of all demons. You are… the offspring of Satan.”

Rin stopped walking and stared with his eyes wide at Shiro. Shiro let go of our arms and turned again. Rin didn’t move. I walked behind him and put my hands on his waist, pushing him forward, trying to get him to snap out of it. “We don’t have time for this Rin, we have to get moving.” He slowly started to walk. “We have to get out of here, snap out of it!”

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Updated: 5/12/2020

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