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emeraldthelynx · 1 month

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Gift for @livmadart because Arsène won't leave me alone.

Ran let a long-suffering sigh out through her lungs. Of course Dad was drooling in front of the TV for A Yoko Okino show.

Again.

Conan was making himself happy with a thick mystery book on the couch, smirking to himself as he came across sections with clues. Really, he was just like Shinichi, trying to guess the mystery before it was solved. Sometimes she really had to wonder… There was a small, but rapid-fire knock on the office door. It sounded like a little fist. Conan rose his head in confusion. Ran looked down at him. "Conan, did you invite one of your friends over?" she asked. Conan shook his head, staring blankly. "No." he said. Ran looked back at her dad for a moment, then sighed. He was still drooling over the TV. "I'll go get it." she said. Conan's voice spiked urgently as she turned the knob. "W-wait! Don't let him-" The door swung open, and a little boy with a face just like Conan's burst into the room.

"Big brother! I found you!" he said. Ran whirled around, and her dad stared dumbly away from the screen. Conan's eyes were big and he frankly looked freaked out. "Ki- Arsène! I told you to stay at home!" he yelled. The clone, Arsène, dropped his bag to the floor of the office. "But, big brother! How can I stay at home when you're having such amazing adventures without me?" He grinned, eyes flashing a cheeky look. "Besides, you get to meet my hero, Kaito KID! I've got to see him, brother! I've just got to!" he said. Conan glared, and shot off the couch. "No Kaito KID!" he yelled, and started to chase Arsène. Arsène shrieked with laughter. "Ke ke ke! Catch me if you can, brother!" "I've caught you once, I'll catch you again!" "The number of time you've caught me is zeer-o!" "I'll use my sneakers!" "Meanie!" Ran stared at the sight of the two first-graders chasing each other around the couch in a state of half-shock. Her dad slowly straightened out. "The brat has a brother?" he said. Ran looked at this Arsène boy. He looked identical to Conan, if you excluded the bird's nest of hair and the missing glasses. "It looks like it?" she said. Conan lunged for Arsène. "You little KID!" Arsène twirled deftly out of the way, and Conan sprawled onto the floor. The twin looked down at him, brushed his bangs out of his face, and smiled politely. "It's an honor to meet you, Miss Ran." he said. He flicked his wrist, and a blue rose appeared. He grinned. "It's magic!" he said. Ran took the rose, looking at Arsène carefully. "Th-thank you." she said. She looked at Conan. The little boy was rubbing his head, and glaring at his apparent twin. "Conan, you never told me you had a twin brother." she said. Conan glared at Arsène. "That's because I don't like him." he said. Arsène plunked himself down on the couch. "But I like you, tiny detective! I told Papa that I'd be okay staying with you instead of traveling with him, so here I am!" he said, smiling wide and innocently. Dad stood up from behind his desk. "It's not 'okay' for you to be staying here, brat! I'm already taking care of your troublemaking big brother, I don't need another one of you around!" he said. Arsène frowned. "But Mr. famous detective Mouri! My brother has so many adventures with a the great detective! I want to have adventures too!" he said. Dad snorted, but it was clear Arsène was working to his ego. "Little brat. Fine! But you'd better pull your weight and not get in my way on a case like your big brother!" he said. Conan crossed his arms. "Make him go away, uncle!" he said. Arsène ignored him, and instead bounced up to Dad's desk. "Can I call you uncle too, Mr. famous detective?" he said. Dad groaned, and leaned back. "Sure sure. Now stop interrupting me, you're making me miss too much of Yoko's show!" he said, and turned back to the TV. Arsène stood on tiptoe to watch for a minute. Conan slapped his forehead. Ran bent down to him. "Conan, do you really hate you brother this much? You really should of told me you had one." she said. Conan pouted. "But, Ran! Arsène is a lot of trouble! He bugs me as much as Kaito KID!" he said. Ran thought she might of imagined Arsène looking back for a quick moment with an irritated look that wouldn't have been out of place on Shinichi's face, but ignored it. Ran picked up Conan.

"But you still like the challenges that the KID makes, right? So you can't dislike your brother so much you can forget about him. Isn't that right, big brother Conan?" she said. Conan frowned, turned away, but Ran could tell by the way he relaxed his body that he had accepted his fate. Arsène turned back from looking at the TV. "Miss Ran? Can I go up too?" he asked. Conan's body went rigid. "No way! You're not allowed to touch Ran!" he said. Arsène smirked. "Protective much, little detective?" he said. Conan glared. "Little KID magician!" "Tiny tiny detective!" "Meddling magician!" "Nosy investigator!" "Rule breaker!" "Teacher's pet!" Ran slowly felt a headache build in the back of her head. Oh boy, she hoped she wouldn't regret this. She belatedly realized later that Shinichi didn't have a twin brother. Well there went that theory…

#lynx's writing #Detective Conan #Conan Edogawa #Kaito KID #Cain Instinct AU #Liv's AU #Not mine #Fan Writing

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good-beanswrites · 7 months

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hello beans!! hope you're doing well 💜 ^w^ I know you've probably gotten a lot of requests - but I'm gonna add to that pile anyway because it's fun and also your writing is wonderful and always cheers me up to read!! I'm so inspired by your drabbles and you really bring these characters and this little world to life ;w;

From drabble list #1:

14. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up."

Character(s): honestly anyone, but my gut was saying Es as soon as I saw that sentence so... up to you!

Woo thank you pal, same to you!! Thanks for your kind words ah ;--; This is the perfect line for Es omg, I've been cracking up over it for so long 😂 I was tempted to write them waking up for T2, taking one look around and going "uh-uh," but decided on some T1 comedy...

Es rarely dreamed. Usually it was vague images and thoughts. Sometimes it was just them thinking about breakfast the following morning. Occasionally they were plagued by a nightmare of being forced to sing karaoke with the prisoners. Most of the time, though, it was just silence that welcomed them at the end of the day. Wonderful, peaceful, silence.

BANG-BANG-BANG!

Someone slammed their fist on the door. Es just about fell out of bed.

Mikoto’s voice came from outside. “Oi, get up! There’s been… uh… an incident!”

That was the last thing a prison guard wanted to hear at -- Es checked the clock -- 2am. Damn.

They muttered to themself as they threw on their uniform. Why the prison’s cells didn’t lock was beyond them. Some of the prisoners were more troublesome than others, but the first trial had been going smoothly thus far. Why now?

Their mind flashed with various possibilities, each one worse than the last, all urging them forward. By the time they were running down the hallway, their shirt buttons were a row off, and they had to switch their shoes to the opposite foot. They adjusted the cap clumsily on their head.

Fear gripped their chest as they heard Jackalope’s voice crying out for help from the panopticon. Jackalope never called for help.

Es burst into the room. The prisoners froze, looking up guiltily.

They sat in a huddle on the floor. Yuno and Muu held the little furry warden over a tub of sudsy water. Bottles of soap and shampoo sat nearby. An assortment of brushes and combs sat to the side. Splashes of water spread across the prisoners and ground, speaking to several failed attempts at getting Jackalope into the bath.

Nearby, Mahiru was holding up the tiny guard’s uniform, her sewing kit spread out on her lap. Es spotted bandages on Yuno’s and Kazui’s fingers. Shidou was currently dabbing blood off Fuuta’s nose as he fumed. Jackalope leaned over to nip at the hands holding him, but Yuno and Muu held him fast.

“Es!” came his frantic voice as he thrashed around. “You gotta help me! Make them stop, dammit!”

From the group of prisoners who had been watching from a distance, Haruka turned to them. “Oh! Es! Th-they thought that he needed a -- uh, a bath! His uniform had a h-hole, and Mahiru can s-sew! And they thought, they thought we could do it all t-together… Muu called it a -- a spa night…”

“At two in the morning?” Was all that came to mind.

“We tried to get him to do it earlier today,” Muu said, “but we didn’t get a chance until now.”

“They didn’t get a chance to kidnap me, she means!” He squirmed around some more, swinging his antlers wildly. “They hid around the corner and nabbed me like the filthy criminals they are!!”

Yuno said, “hold still,” as she brought him closer to the water. He kicked his feet wildly, screaming at Es to show a little authority and do something.

“Hold on a second,” they stopped her.

They closed their eyes, pinching the bridge of their nose. They took a measured breath. They were here to contemplate sin and crime, guilt and forgiveness. Their job should have consisted of questions about morality and life and death; they never anticipated looking around their prison and asking, “is human shampoo even safe for his fur?”

Kotoko spoke up from the other side of the room. “That’s what I thought, but is he really a rabbit? He eats human food and everything, we didn’t think a bit of soap was that different.”

Jackalope disagreed (“that stuff is as bad as poison -- poison I tell you!”) but the others chimed in with their agreement. From around the room came promises that they were being gentle with him, and that they’d keep quiet, and that they’d dry and brush his fur really well when they’d finished, and that they’d feed him treats, and that his uniform was already good as new, and so on. A few complaints at getting bit mingled with Jackalope’s own insults.

“-- Alright.” Es held up a hand to silence them all. They knew a warden shouldn’t be making compromises with their prisoners. At the same time, they didn’t have the energy to argue about bunny baths at this time of night. “You can continue, but wash him outside of the tub. And go easy on the shampoo. Any mess you make must be cleaned by morning.”

They were met with excitement and thanks. Jackalope grumbled that they were too soft, but he sounded relieved as he was whisked away from the dreaded bathwater.

Es sighed. There may have been a few bites and bumps, but that was all. No emergency, no fight, no danger plagued Milgram tonight. Their relief quickly turned to annoyance. They leveled their gaze at Mikoto as he entered from the hallway behind.

“Please tell me this isn’t why you woke me up.”

“Huh? Oh, this? No, no -- we have everything under control. Aw, Mappi, that looks great!”

He pointed at her sewing job, revealing bandages on his hands as well. It looked like no one was safe from the rabbit’s little teeth… Then Mikoto jabbed a thumb casually over his shoulder. “Nah, the faucet in the men’s room broke when we tried filling the basin. The whole room’s flooded now. I think it’s gonna start spilling into the hallway soon.”

“WHAT?”

#milgram #es #jackalope #mikoto kayano #and some others #rip es... they are eternally dealing with So Much Bullshit.... 😂😂😂#half the fun was actually writing it and the half of it was sitting around brainstorming all the options of trouble the prisoners could #be getting into at odd hours of the night LMAO #i cycled through so many dares/challenges (the fucked up high school variety) - competitions - show offs - crazy games #and thats Before i considered the genuine trouble they could get into #the line was so versatile asdfsdfsd #anyway uhh dont try this at home and all that -- apparently bathing bunnies IS bad for their fur and very distressing 💀#but im sure our little cryptid prison warden can handle it...#amane and haruka arent involved directly but they are chilling okay #its getting more and more difficult to write milgram humor as they reveal more and more character trauma but im trying!! 😭#thank you so much for the request! these have been such a blast -- i really appreciate it! you are so kind :')#i hope youre doing well and taking good care of yourself pal!!👍✨#i hope you enjoy :D #drabbles

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nozomijoestar · 2 months

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Here, unedited bc I don't care rn and I still don't know if I'm gonna use this scene after 8 happened so it may or may not matter

The limo came to a stop outside their gate; Sebastian looked out the driver's window and adjusted his glasses. He'd wait. And wait and wait. Lili could decide she'd never move off the front step again and only then would he nudge her otherwise. But even if he did, Asuka gripped tight the urge to never let him. Lili looked over her luggage, slowly, muttering about everything being in place; checking and rechecking the zippers or pockets or where she put her passport. She wouldn't let their eyes meet and when Asuka touched her wrist she stared at the floor, frozen.

Asuka checked. They were alone, Lili's back facing the limo.

"C'mere." Asuka spoke softly.

She held Lili's cheek kissing her. Their lips met over and over, like they hadn't mapped each other's skin dozens of times. As if it were always something new. She felt hands tilt up her head as Lili gripped fistfuls of her hair. Asuka didn't mean to moan, and that proved too much. Slowly they separated.

"You must write and call me. I won't forgive you if you don't. And I shall count down every day I cannot see you."

"Heh. Yeah yeah I know. Don't go twisting yourself up again."

Lili scrunched her face, caught between pouting and annoyance. She turned into a sad puppy over any goodbye. Asuka felt herself waver. Holding her hands brought back some sense of reality. Lili was real, they were here, and it was time to leave. Gently she stroked her thumbs. Something soothed inside her mind. She breathed in, got a mouthful of perfume, and sighed.

Out with it.

"I'm... gonna miss you. So don't feel alone, alright?"

All she saw was Lili's quivering lips before she found herself shoved against her. The air pressed from Asuka's lungs tightly then tighter still. Lili's grip was more muscle than that lanky girl who barged into her house months ago. Asuka couldn't help a little smile. Her arms wrapped around the small of Lili's back, pulling them closer.

"Say nothing more or my makeup will start running, you handsome devil."

Asuka chuckled softly. She ran her fingers through Lili's hair; in the distance she read the anxiety on Sebastian loud and clear. She pat her on the side. Finally Lili let go. Asuka leaned against the door, a hand on her hip. She grinned to fight the drop in her stomach.

"Your heart's right here whenever you come back for it."

Dabbing her eyes with her handkerchief Lili could only nod. She watched her straighten, wearing determination. Asuka just got used to sweet, sweet air again when Lili slipped her the tongue. She felt her all over her mouth, forgetting the strength to tongue back, letting herself go slack and melt away.

"So you won't go looking at other girls." Lili whispered, smiling.

"Not a chance."

Carefully Lili brushed back Asuka's bangs, really, an excuse to touch her. She heard the quiver in her voice.

"Je t'aime."

"I know."

"Je 'attendrai."

" I know."

They exchanged one last look. Then Lili was grabbing her things and heading for the limo. She felt her chest squeeze. Asuka couldn't help it.

"Hey Lili!"

She saw her freeze and turn around. Her face burst with longing.

"I love you."

She saw her bite her quivering lip; Lili ran a hand over the front gate accepting the border between this present and a world uncertain. Every step away was a battle against itself. Suddenly she let Sebastian stuff her luggage in the trunk, then he opened the passenger side door. Lili stood before it balling her fists, sighing. Asuka's face tightened when the door shut.

Her eyes met Sebastian's, the old man grateful in ways there didn't seem to be words for. He bowed. Asuka smiled. As they started driving away her heart caught in her throat. Lili sat pressing her palm against the window, blowing her a kiss.

#tekken #asulili #8 thousand words and I'll be free of part 2 8 thousand words and I'll be free of part 2 8 thousand words- *spirals in my eyes*#my writing

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Ok hear me out,

( marc x reader smut )

the reader is the avatar of Anubis and one say Marc is called out for a mission from Khonsu about a new avatar thats been going around so Marc gos out to fine them and once he does its like love at first site… he cant get them out of his head after that so when they meet again the reader teases Marc from when they first met and Marc gets annoyed and so kinda like a angry smut yk?

keep up the lovely fan fics!!!

This is so interesting - yes!

this is my first time writing for Marc so I'm scared i made him OOC but i tried my best to stick to his character. Hope you all enjoy!

Rivals

🍋NSFW

pairing: Marc X reader

Warning: bandage bondage, ‘hate’ fucking, reader is a tease and so is Marc, battling for dominance through sex - kind of, love at first sight, minor degrading, hickies, mentions of a size difference, he has a big dick too, creampie

Khonshu demanded him to a new mission. Frustration clear in his voice as there was confirmation of a new avatar. Ever since Ammits defeat new avatar's were needed to protect the world. Sure enough, new ones were appearing but that also meant it was a new fresh slate. God's that were once sealed away were released and given a chance to redeem themselves. To prove they had humanities best interest.

It wasn't a surprise Anubis was quick to find his avatar. But that meant it was now Marc's job to babysit. Much to his reluctance.

As he appeared on the scene you glanced over his way. Ignoring him as you slammed down your staff, Canopic Jars circling the space around you. Dead bodies were laid out around you as your eyes glowed a bright yellow.

In the sudden burst of energy your hood fell down to reveal your face. Marc's breath hitched as he watched the way the golden glow highlight your features. You were shining as brightly as the sun.

Each of their souls flooded the jars, going into the white hearts that sat inside them. You nodded to the dead as you picked the jars up, tying them to your belt.

"Enjoy the show, Moonknight?"

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. It felt like honey to his ears. He stayed hidden in the shadows as you smirked. His heart was thumping as he stared at you.

Seeing as you were getting no response you twirled your staff to your side. Saluting him with a big smile. It was hard to not see a bulk of white in a dark alleyway, especially with those glowing eyes of his.

"See you around."

And just like that, you were gone. Knoshu's voice blared into his head, scolding him for standing around like a useless pole. Marc just huffed as he marched through the scene. It was time to clean up the mess you made.

Ever since they day he couldn't stop thinking about you. Didn't help that Steven was fanboying about seeing Anubis's work through you, even though he really wished he saw the God as well. But God's are busy.... unless you're Knoshu.

You were...hard to describe. Too many words fit you yet none of them did you justice. Marc banged his head against the wall as he groaned. Utterly fed up with himself with how he was behaving. He couldn't believe he was in late 30's and still getting crushes like this. Shouldn't he be doing taxes or something.

He ran a hand over his face as he glanced at the booze near by. Before he could even go for it, the annoying birds voice boomed in his ears. Marc deflated as the suit consumed him; glaring at the window as he knew he'd have to climb out it.

The night air felt cool against him as he glided through the air, finding his target with ease. And the fact that Khonsu was directing him. He landed, sending a kick right to someone's face. A swish of white was all he allowed them to see as he slammed his fist down someone's jaw. Switching between him and Steven whenever he needed assistance.

You watched with a grin as you sat on the rooftop. Enjoying the show. Your eyes wracked over the people lying on the floor and failed to sense any dead bodies - badly beaten and will be most likely coughing up blood - but none were dead.

"There is nothing for us here."

You glanced at your god as he towered over you. He liked to keep himself within his own realm, only assisting you by controlling your body or entering your mind. It wasn't often you saw him in the flesh.

"Can't I at least talk to him?"

Anubis sighed. knowing full well you wanted to do more than talk. But he just nodded his head with a curt 'very well' . You smiled as you jumped up from your spot, charging forward as you leaped at the man in white. Marc grunted as he grabbed your form, spinning you both around so you landed on your back. He raised a Crescent blade to you as he stared down.

"Heyy, how's it going?" You spoke up. Cringing as your head sunk into your neck. You really should of thought that through more.

Marc blinked, he couldn't believe it was you again. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh! So you can speak - I started brushing up on sign language, just incase."

His heart skipped. Did you really put in that much effort just incase he was mute? The implication you wanted to talk to him went straight to two directions. His heart and his dick.

"I won't repeat myself." He barked out, keeping his eyes in a glare.

"You do know what Anubis does, right? I send the souls of the dead to him and for the hearts to be weighed."

You manifested a jar, tapping it with your other hand as you showed to him. He could see the outline of a realistic heart carved into it.

"Any souls here?" Marc looked back at the group all laying on the floor. Some bent over bins with broken limbs. "Nope! All alive." You grinned as you waved your hand, dismissing the jar.

"I was getting worried I'd never see you again since last time you just stood there staring at me."

You huffed as you tried to sit up, only to find your legs were tangled up with his. "Which is pretty rude by the way!"

Oh god's. You were almost as chatty as Steven. Marc held back his groan as he looked up to the stars. This was who he fell for? But he couldn't bring himself to actually be mad about it. Your voice sent sparks all over his body. He'd let you talk his ears off - he was completely whipped.

"You don't ever shut up, do you?"

"No, but maybe I would if you didn't ask so many questions."

And you're a smart ass. The feeling between his legs only grew as he tried to stay composed. Trying not to think how your legs were pinned under his and spread. He could see a faint outline of your sex from how tight your pants wore. His mind was beginning to race; the things he could do to you.

You couldn't say you were in any better position. There was a reason you wanted to meet him again. You've been watching his fights for awhile. Seeing him switch between a tailored suit and his armour. Getting a peak of muscle and how tight his clothes wrapped around him.

And now you were like this - you could feel his large his body was against yours. Completely covering you. It made you highly aware of the way his hand was still tightly gripped around his weapon. It looked so small in his hand. You tried your best to not bite your lip as your mind filled with images even you would be too shy to speak of.

"You should really put that down before you poke someone's eye out." You pressed two fingers to his knuckles, lowering his hand with ease. His blade disappeared as he flexed out his hand.

"Dog got your tongue, again? get it because I work for Anubis - dog head." You gestured to your own head but you got no response.

The silence was eating away at you. You were being left alone with your thoughts for too long. You frowned as you looked up at him.

"You're not much of talker, are you? You know I've heard a lot about you, always brooding and rude- AH~!"

You both stilled as his hips pressed against yours. He didn't mean to do that - his hand was pressed firmly against your mouth. Hunched over you as your sexes pressed against each other. His mask disappeared from his face as his hood dropped. Revealing the way his cheeks were red as his eyes couldn't stop flickering down to where your bodies meet.

"Sorry-" he started, trying to move but you hugged his legs, pushing him closer.

Whatever you were saying was muffled as you kept nudging him closer. He didn't need to be a genius to understand what you were trying to say - a smirk grew on his lips as he grinded against you.

"Is that what you wanted?" He tilted his head, thrusting between his grinds making your body jerk. "No wonder you were so insistent on bothering me."

"You're just a bitch in heat."

He looked at you to see if he went too far but he watched as your eyelashes fluttered. Your eyes rolling back ever so slightly. Marc chuckled at this discovery, only making your annoyance grow.

You bit his palm making his hand clamp down on it harder. Growling as you adjusted your legs, forcing them over his as you rolled. He landed on his back with a thud as his hand dropped from your mouth. You rolled your hips as you searched for that build up on pleasure all over again.

Marc felt something light up in him. Oh, you liked a challenge. He grabbed your hips, jerking his hips up as he watched your expression falter. you tried grabbing at his hands but bandages shot out from his arms, tangling around your wrists as they pulled your arms behind you.

"Not so fast."

You huffed as he completely took over your pace. Growing more frustrated at the fabric between you two. You tugged at the restraints as you bared your teeth. Marc sat up as he kept you against him.

"Getting worked up so easily." He cooed, lips hovering over yours. You refused to close the gap no matter how much you wanted to. Keeping your mouth just grazing against his as he talked. "You've really wanted this, haven't you?"

"i preferred it when you didn't talk." You spat.

Keeping your glare level with his as your lips twitched. Adrenaline was rushing through you as his bandages tightened around your wrists. Marc barked out a laugh. Guiding your body back to the ground as the bottom part of his suit disappeared. His cock slapping against your thigh, your breath hitched at the size of It.

You wanted to slap yourself for not thinking about your suit earlier. You forced the bottom part to disappear revealing your arousal. Marc felt himself twitch at the sight of you, it was better than anything he could ever imagine.

"Go on, put it to use." You nudged your head, gesturing to his dick.

"So impatient, you think you can take this? Oh baby." His voice was filled with mocking pity. it made your ears burn.

This bastard! You sat up forcing your arms Infront of you as you wrapped them around his head. Yanking him forward, the head of his cock pressing against your hole. He groaned as his head pressed against your neck. His hand moved down to rub circles against your flesh, inserting a finger as he began to thrust. You nibbled at his exposed neck as you tried to move your hips with his movements.

Marc groaned as he tilted his head back, exposing more of his throat as he pushed his fingers in further. Going knuckles deep as he added another finger, you clenched around them with a grunt. It wasn't long for you to find that sensitive spot by his Adams apple. Biting down with a small snarl as he jerked his hips up. He held back his moan with a strained expression.

Your cheeks burned as you let out a strangled noise. Stars flashing before your eyes as you felt yourself clench. Your orgasm crashing against you as your nails dug into his cape. The sound of fabric tearing was drowned out by the sound of your own heart. Your blood rushing through your ears as you felt his fingers still pumping into you.

You tried to yank away from your restraints but it was to no avail. Cursing to yourself in your head as you pried your lips from his neck. “Please- fuck me properly.”

Marc’s shit eating grin returned as his chest puffed out in victory. You didn't have time to whine at the loss of his fingers as the fat tip of his cock prodded your entrance. Stretching you out even more than his fingers ever could as he slowly sank into you. A groan escaped him as your walls hugged his shaft at every new inch, your body pleading to take all of him even if you refused to admit it. He knew you were bark and hardly any bite. Not even you could suppress the little noises coming out of you as he thrusted his hips up. Forcing your body to bounce up and down as your thighs slapped together.

“See, you get what you want when you ask nicely.”

“Fuck off.” You instantly regretted your words as he moved your hips up, only leaving the tip in as he started to shift back. “No- don't!”

Marc let out a breathy chuckle as he moved your arms from his head. Pinning them down to the concrete floor as only your hips were in the air, balancing on his muscular thighs as he pounded into you. The sudden feeling of being full once again made your eyes cross as your back arched. Crying out in delight as his cock pressed further into you than his fingers. Drilling into that certain spot much to your relief each time.

“Fuck baby - you feel so good.” His voice was husky as he felt himself getting close. Still staying relentless in his thrusts as his hips stuttered. Growing more sloppy as the brink grew closer and closer. “Such a good slut,”

Oh Gods above, thank you. He was perfect!

A scream was ripped out of you as he bit down on your throat. Mimicking what you did to him, he sucked and nibbled your sensitive skin. Leaving trails of open mouth kisses against them as he let out grunts of pleasure.

“Going to cum-” he warned, getting ready to pull out but you wrapped your legs more securely around his waist. Keeping him flush against you as you glared up at him,

“Inside.” you growled out. Marc swallowed as he took in your face. Your voice was rough and desperate. Commanding and yet, he could see the way your eyes shined with need, Silently pleading him to fulfil your order. Your wish. And who was he to deny such a gorgeous face?

He spilled inside, his cum filling you up as he slowly steadied himself. Fucking his cum in deeper as you mewled, your own orgasm following soon after.

You both panted as your highs began to die. The bandage on your wrists weaved down your arms, reaching their destination and joining his suit once more. Marc pulled your wrists to his face, checking for any marks or soreness. There was a line of red but nothing too worrisome. You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face at his tender touch. As if he didn’t just pound into you. You were sure your hips were bruised him how tight his grip was.

There was a silence between you as Marc chewed on his words. Unable to muster them as he let out a sigh. You moved your palms to his, intertwining your fingers causing him to look at you. Gaze lingering at your joined hands.

“I’m free tonight, my apartment is pretty far from here.” was all you said, a hopeful smile on your face. Completely shredding yourself of the bratty attitude from earlier.

“I got left overs from this really nice Chinese restaurant.”

“Sounds delicious.”

He finally pulled out as he helped you to your feet. Your legs wobbling as cum dripped down your thighs. Marc had to pry his eyes away as he focused on your face. You both summoned the rest of your suits back as he picked you up bridal style, you let out a laugh as he carried you across rooftops.

“I'm (Y/N) by the way.”

it just hit him that he didn't even know your name until now. He let out a loud laugh in disbelief as he shook his head. “I’m Marc.”

#arcade asks #arcade requests #moon knight x y/n #moon knight x reader #moon knight #marc spector #marc spector x gender neutral reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector headcanon #moonknight smut

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aspenmissing · 10 months

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𝙲𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚅𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Y/N is wearing her pajamas, her hair tied up, having just got out of the shower. She wipes the steam off the glass and starts brushing her teeth. The door to the bathroom then locks, making Y/N looks over at it confused.

"Huh?" She puts her toothbrush now and walks over to the door, trying to open it. It doesn't budge. She bangs on the door "Real funny guys, you got me. Now come on, open the door" No answer "Guys, come on!" The tap then turns on, fast. Y/N rushes over and turns the tap, but it does nothing. She forcefully turns it and it breaks, making it pour more water out. Suddenly pipes begin to burst around the room, filling it with more water "Guys!"

Keith is in the training deck fighting the gladiator robot. He destorys it"

"Start new training level three" A new gladiator robot dispenses from the ceiling and Keith battles it. The fight is too intense "End training sequence" The system doesn not respond; the Gladiator robot turns rougue and rushes Keith "End training sequence!" Nothing "End training sequence now!" Keith is knocked aside by the Gladiator robot and loses his Bayard. He dodges the robot's attacks to recover his Bayard and flee into the hallway for safety. The Gladiator robot forces its way into the hall to follow Keith.

Shiro remains unaware of the chaos as he stands before Sendak's pod in the detainment room.

"I know you're in there, Sendak. I know you have all the answers. Give them to me" Nothing happens. Shiro slams his fists on Sendak's pod "You're a broken soldier? You can't hold out forever!" A memory finally enters the storage system and Shiro Smiles "So, you can hear me"

Coran is cleaning pods in the sleep chamber. He yells when he sees Lance trapped in the next pod he intends to clean. Coran released Lance from the pod, who is stiff with cold. He walks out, shivering.

"Ah, ah...This pod just shit on me and locked me in, while you were rambling on about boot camp!"

"You sure you didn't trip and fall in? No judgement. It happens. Besided, why would the pod automatically lock and start cryogenic freezing process?" Lance sits down and puts on his coat for warmth.

"To kill me!"

"Don't get your boots in a bunch. My guess is they're malfunctioning"

"Okay, I'm gonna float this out there. I think this Castle is haunted"

"The ship might seem like a fantastical, magical creature to you, but it's really just a big embodiment of advanced supernatural technology that cannot be explained by science alone" Lance looks at Coran in disbelief "Well, that does make it seem a bit haunted, doesn't it? Ah, but it's not. Trust me, nothing out of the ordinary is happening here" Coran leaves. Lance hears rumbling and begins whimpering.

"I'm okay. I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay..." The pod that trapped Lance descends into the floor, startling Lance and making him scream in fear. He runs out of the sleep chamber. He begins walking through the Castleship's halls. The lights in front of him behins turning off, terrifying him "Okay, okay...Oh...Ah-" Lance sees a flickering image of Kind Alfor "Coran, is that you? Okay, stop messing with me, guys. This isn't funny"

"Help! Help!" Lance hears Coran shouts.

"Hello? Coran?" Lance rushed down the dark hall.

"Help! Somebody!" The voice becomes slightly distorted "I'm trapped in the airlock"

"I'm coming!" Lance enters the airlock and sees no one; the door closes behind him "Huh? Okay, ha-ha. Good joke. You guys got me. Nice"

"Airlock opening in 30 ticks"

"Okay, joke's over! You got me!"

"...29,28,27..." Lance bangs on the airlock door.

"Guys? Guys! Eugh! Help!" No one is around to hear Lance.

Y/N is still in the bathroom, which is flowing quickly. The water already up to her hips. She continues banging on the door.

"Help! Anyone there!" Y/N hears a noise from the other side, recognizing it instantly "Soul! Oh thank god. Soul, go and get help!" Y/N hears a noise. Y/N leans against the door, trying not to worry as the water rises "I hope she's quick"

Shiro is in the detainment room interrogating Sendak, who is still asleep in his pod.

"What was the first rank you held in Zarkon's army? Where did you find the Red Lion? What is the Zarkon's greatnes weakness?" Shiro hears Sendak's voice, becoming startled.

"What makes you think you can possibly defeat him?" Sendak's mouth isn't moving and he remains alseep.

"If you were to attack Zarkon, where would you strike?"

"Why strike at all when you can join him?" Shiro sees an image of Sendak awake, but the commander is still alseep.

Pidge and Hunk are in the Green Lion's hanger.

"I bet if we can modulate the dynamics of this crystal, we'll be able to reverse engineer a lot of Galra tech. Don't you think" Pidge doesn't get an answer and turns to see Hunk looking somewhere else "Hunk? Hunk, are you paying attention?"

"What?" Hunk turns around "No, I'm sorry. That whole food goo ambush really set me on edge, Pidge" Pidge walks over to the Crystal "If we can't trust food, we are lost as a culture"

"Relax. I'm sure the Castle's just glitchy. It's 10,000 years old"

"Yeah, it does seem like the ship is not currently trying to kill us.

"Okay, so, all the sensors are on the crystal. Hit the switch" Hunk goes over to the switch and before he can press anything, everything begins floating, including Hunk and Pidge "Hunk, did you accidentally hit the anti-gravity switch?"

"Uh, no. There's no anti-gravity switch. Uh, is there?" Hunk asks. Pidge tries to reach for the crystal before giving up "Curse my short arms.

"Oh, I hate those little things! All right, forget it, Pidge. I'm going to swim towards you. Just hand on!" Hunk begins to 'swim' towards Hunk, but he doesn't move "That's it. I'm all out of moves" Hunk's stomach rumbles "Oh, I'm hungry again. I hope some food goo comes oozing out of these walls"

Lance is banging on the door to the airlock.

"Help! Help! Help!"

"....12,11,10..." Keith runs around the corner, bayard in hand as the Gladiator robot is still after him "...9,8,7..." Keith is kicked back to the door.

"Keith!" Lance shouts, as Keith stands up.

"...6..5..."

"What are you doing in there?" Keith asks. Lance points the Gladiator robot that swings at Keith, who dodges.

"I need help! Because if you don't get me out of here right now, I'm going to be sucked out into space!"

"Doors opening" The Airlock doors open and Lance holds on tight.

"I'm getting sucked out into space" Keith fights the Gladiator before turning his gaze to the button for the airlock. He pushes the Gladiator back as he pushes the button with his bayard. The door opens and the Gladiator is pulled into space "Keith! Keith, come on!" Keith grabs Lance's hand and pulls him to safety, before closing the door. They sit down, breathing heavily.

"What were you doing out there?"

"Who was that guy?"

"He was trying to kill me!"

"Well, is he the Castle? Because that's who's trying to kill me!" They then hear a noise and turns to look, getting ready to attack. As it comes around the corner they go to attack, before seeing that it's Soul.

"Huh, Soul?" Keith asks, he puts his bayard away "What are you doing here? Where's Y/N?" Soul starts acting out what's happening to Y/N, but they don't get it.

"What? Has something happened to Y/N" Soul nods "What! Where?!" Soul runs away, and the two follow.

Y/N is now touching the ceiling as the water is up to her neck.

"This is how I'm gonna die! In a freaking bathroom!" Y/N hears footsteps, then banging on the door.

"Y/N!"

"You in there!"

"Lance! Keith! Oh thank god! Guys I'm stuck, and the rooms about to be filled with water!"

"Okay, hang on, we'll get you out of there" Lance starts banging on the door, trying to break it down. Y/N takes a deep breath before the water fills the whole room. She looks around the room to find anything to help breath with.

"Y/N!" Lance shouts, he gets no answer "Y/N!" Y/N begins to lose consciousness. Keith gets his bayard out.

"Stand back" Keith slashes the door with his bayard and the water pours out, as well as a soaking Y/N. She lays still as they turn her onto her back. Soul goes next to her head and pushes her head to the side, which stays.

"Y/N...?" They wait a second before Y/N starts coughing up water. Lance and Keith share a look of relief, before helping her sit up. Lance takes off his coat and puts it around Y/N.

"What the hell happened" Keith asks.

"The d-door just locked and the pipes burst...God, I nearly died in a bathroom" Soul jumps into Y/N lap and Y/N pets her head "If it wasn't for her, I would have been dead" Y/N looks at Lance and Keith "This may sound stupid, but I think the Castle's haunted"

"Ya think!" Lance says. They stand up and begins to walk away.

#Voltron #Reader Insert #Voltron Fandom #Voltron Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Keith x Reader #Keith Kogane x Reader #Voltron LegendaryDefender

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lilianlay · 2 years

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I have an idea but it's just an idea xd, and I love everything you write <3

diona got angry with venti because he was drunk again, and he picked on her abt her height or tail/ears idkk in joke bc he was drunk, and he didn't realize that, and diona got mad so she jumped on him (MEEOW) and started tickling him hard with her little hands and claws xd but Venti couldn't run away because of his allergies that make him sneeze, so he was sneezing and laughing at the same time then maybe klee or someone walked around and helped diona with the tickling xd and at the end the traveler(aether) heard loud laughter and screaming and then he saw venti on the ground with them and joined the tickling or saved him xd (SMTH like that I think it would be funny or maybe cute xd)

If you do something like that, you can change the whole plot, everything you want

Hi^^ Your plot is amazing! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for ask❤ Hug^^

Never tease little girls, they might get revenge

Diona and Venti (and assistants)

An uninvited guest entered the Cat's Tail tavern. It was a well-known bard who liked to drink - Venti. He began to approach the visitors, talking, generally disturbing them. And because of that, they started to leave. Of course, this was seen by the bartender of this institution Diona, who was very unhappy, since her tavern didn't have such strong alcohol and she hated when someone came to her drunk, especially Venti.

Anemo element user walked up to the bar with a satisfied smile and sat down on a chair.

- A mug of dandelion *hic* wine, please. - he almost lay down on the bar.

Diona wagged her tail in displeasure.

- We don't have that at the bar! And no one will serve you here. - she crossed her arms.

- Ohhh, because this tavern *hic*is for kiiiiids like you~ the bard chuckled.

- What?! This is a decent place, not meant for people like you. Better go to Diluc. You already scared all the customers away. - the girl puffed out her cheeks.

- Are you sending me to your competitor? How incompetent of you. Even though you're still too little to run such a big business~

It was the last straw for her and she jumped over the bar onto the bard and they both fell to the floor.

- Attack on the client! I will complain. - all this time he stupidly giggled and sneezed.

- You are sick and come to my tavern?! - she began to knock him with her small fists on the ribs and stomach.

All this time, Venti wiggled and began to laugh and sneezed several times.

- I'm allehehergic to cahats. - one more sneeze. In fact, it wasn't all that bad, since Diona was only half a cat and so the bard didn't die from his allergies, he just sneezed from time to time.

- Why did you come here then? - Diona keeps banging her fists. - And why are you laughing?!

- Yohohohohou tihihihickle mehehehe *ahchoo*

- Tickle? Oh, so you're ticklish. - she smiled slyly. - So this will be a lesson for you!

Small claws began to run along bard's ribs and her tail made its way under his corset and began to gently tickle his tummy.

Venti squeaked and burst into memelodic laughter.

- Nohohohohoho *hic* ihihihihit's tihicklehes - the user of the anemo element tried to roll over on his stomach, but due to alcohol and his allergies, he became very weak and ended up just laughing.

- You deserved it! - small claws tickle bow user's delicate neck.

- Nohoho, nohoho *hic* nohohohot theheHEHEHEre - ringing laughter spread throughout the tavern.

- Oh, not here? Hmm, okay~ Diona started to tickle even faster and her tail started to help.

From this, Venti sneezed loudly and began to snort funny.

- You won't come here anymore?

- Nohohoho prohohohmises. It's nohohot lihike yohou dohohon't wahahant to sehehehe me in your tahahahavern. - but his cheeks were already red. - It's a vehehery wehehahahak tihihickle

Diona puffed out her cheeks again.

At that moment, the door to the tavern very quietly opened and two girls entered. It was Klee and Qiqi.

- Hello Diona! - the user of the pyro element waved her hand vigorously.

- Hi. - the second girl did the same, but less vigorously.

- Girls? - the cat girl was surprised to see her friends right now. - What are you doing here?

- Have you forgotten? We agreed to take a walk together today. Klee smiled sweetly.

- Oh, I completely forgot, forgive me.

But then her speech was interrupted by a piercing squeal from Venti.

- Diona is having fun with the bard. - Qiqi looked at the dark-haired.

- Not at all! He is drunk again and go to my tavern and I punish him. - she glared at her victim.

- Oh, we can help you! - the blonde giggled.

- Excellent! I will be very happy.

- Wh-what? Thrheheee little gihihorls agaihinst onehe big bahard? Ehe - Venti started teasing again.

- Rude. - the violet-haired said.

- I agree, he really needs to be punished! - Klee began to wiggle her fingers in the air.

The girls sat comfortably on user of the anemo element's legs.

- H-hey, I wahas joking - Venti giggled.

- You have bad jokes. - the cat girl quickly took off the bard's corset that protected his stomach.

- Let the fun begin! - the user of the pyro element shouted cheerfully and began to tickle under the bard's left knee.

Qiqi repeat the movement of a friend and tickle under the right knee. Diona began to tickle their victim's tummy.

There was a scream, a very loud scream. The dark-haired thumped the floor with his fists, but tried not to squirm so the girls wouldn't fall.

Ahahahahahaha, oh plehehehease vehehery ticklEHEHEHEHES - he sneezed.

- That's how it should be~ the catalyst user giggled.

The user of the anemo element went crazy as each girl had different techniques. Klee tickled very quickly and also stroked the soft skin. Qiqi, on the contrary, tickled very slowly and sometimes turned to her friends asking if she was doing the right thing. But Venti's loud laugh was the best answer. Diona used her claws and tickled not only his stomach, but also his armpits and ribs, and her tail didn't forget to run around his neck sometimes.

- Plehehehase, pleahaHAHAHAHAHASE, I UNDEHEHEHERSTAHAND EVERYTHIHIHING, I'm SOHOHO SOHOHOHORRY, DIHIHIHIONA

- You won't come here again? - the cat girl asked.

- But then we can't tickle him like that. - the blonde complained.

- Qiqi likes to tickle the bard, it's fun.

- We can do it outside the tavern, right?

The girls nodded and Venti screamed.

- Hey, what's going on here? - It was Paimon's voice. Aether stood next to her and giggled softly at the sight.

- Traveler, Paimon! - Klee greeted them very happily.

- Welcome to the cat's tail tavern. - Diona smiled.

- Ahahahahaether hehehehehelp mehehe pleahahAHAHAHAse. - the user of the anemo element pulled his hand towards him, but then pressed it to himself, as he felt the claws.

- What happened? - the blonde stepped closer.

- He came to me drunk and started insulting me - the bow user looked at their victim with displeasure.

- Oh, that's really bad. Venti, did you apologize?

- Yehehehehes, yehehehehEHEHEHES I'mhahahaha, plehehehehehehase I cahahahahan't.

- He still can. - the claws began to tickle very quickly.

- In fact, Tone-Deaf-Bard deserved such a punishment a long time ago. - Paimon said while looking at the menu.

- This is true. - Aether smiled. - But I think he should take a break. And next time, I think he will think several times to come to you in this form.

- Hmm, okay. - Diona started to stop and so did her friends. - Thank the traveler for saving you.

- T-thahahahanks. - Venti lay in a pose of a starfish and sneezed.

- It was very funny! - Klee clapped her hands. - We must do it again sometime.

- Yes, but I think it can be done right now. - the pink-haired girl smiled slyly and looked at the sword user. - Aether, are you ticklish?~

- What? I'm not.. - he blushed and began to move away.

- Liar! - Venti and Paimon said in one voice.

- Traitors!

-Um, girls, maybe we can agree?

- You interrupted our fun with bard, so you need to be punished~ all three began to wiggle their fingers in the air and the traveler squeaked.

There was a lot of laughter and screaming from Aether in the cat's tail tavern tonight.

#genshin impact #tickle genshin impact #tickle genshin #tickle fic #diona #venti #klee #qiqi #aether #painom #ticklish venti #ler!diona #ler!klee #ler!qiqi #lee!venti #thank you for ask❤#tickling

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cinnamingyurolls · 2 years

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ENIGMA | JOSHUA HONG

pairing: joshua hong x reader

genre: kinda angsty

summary: revenge is never a great way to cope with sadness. but that was the option you chose. revenge against joshua hong for what he did to your brother, finding everyone even closely related to him and putting a bullet through their head. waiting for the opportune moment to actually meet the man who ruined your life and for him to beg for death. that was until you actually met the man...

warnings: gun, fire, blood, and death maybe (not proofread)

word count: 753

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hiding in the shadows, I smirked. the fools were looking for me everywhere but up. aiming my gun at one of them, I shifted from my left to my right leg, letting out a deep breath as the action soothed my burning muscles. the slight sound caused one of them to look up and I shot, the sound of my gun and the thud as the body fell giving away my position. I jumped down from the second floor, the adrenaline of being caught making the pain almost non existent. the other three were running towards me, guns out. I ran to the side, hiding behind a metal container, a loud ping ringing out against the surface as the bullet hit the container. I looked around and found a ladder at the edge right where I could see the shadow of one of them inching around slowly. rushing forward I grabbed his arms, kicking his legs from below him and pinning him to the floor. wrestling his gun from his iron like grip all while muffling any noise from his mouth with one hand, I pointed it at his chest, the silencer doing its job as his eyes blew open and went dark, the blood already staining my hands and pooling on the floor. I stood up rounding the corner and emptying the bullets shooting at the other man. he fell dead few new bullet wounds on his body. I looked for the last one, the thirst to kill and revenge growing . I found him hiding by the door. he looked up at me, tears stains down his face. for a second he reminded me of him but I shook my head, hitting him on the head with the gun and dragging him to the harbor, throwing his body over the side. i took a deep shaky breath, tears threatening to fall as I unknowingly replayed the day in my mind- the screams, the blood.

I heard slow clapping behind me and turned around. There he stood, the one I wanted to kill. I pulled out my gun, thumbing off the safety. he smiled calmly and said "lets talk first darling. I want to know why you're going around killing my men," he pulled out a gun holding it with confidence and I knew he wouldn't miss. " do you remember the young cop you killed who was part of the undercover mission Joshua?" the way metaphoric venom spilled out at the mention made him tighten his hold on the gun. "Ah Dino, nice kid until I found out about his betrayal...you've got to end the threat as soon as you find out about it or it'll cause problems later." tears welled up in my eyes and my hands balled themselves into fists. "why, did you know him?" he seemed genuinely curious. "he is-was my brother." I choked. "ahh I'm sorry for your loss.truly." he smiled before pointing the gun at me. he pointed lower and shot. pain burst through my leg as I fell to the ground, yelping as blood flowed through my fingers. "I meant it when I said I've got to end a threat....but I like your drive I could use that one day and when I do ill get you out. till then goodbye." he walked away as I sat cradling my injured leg and soon after he left the air turned blue and red as the cops arrived, finding me drenched in the sudden rain still clutching my leg.

I laid on my bed counting the cobwebs on the roof. a guard banged on the rails of the cell. "someone's her to see you" I stood up, the slight limp still evident though it had been 4months since I was caught. I entered a room I had never entered in the entire duration I was here, the only thing separating Joshua and me being a relatively thin slab of glass. "I see prisons been treating you well" I kept up a straight face. he nodded slowly and smiled "remember when I said I could us your skills?" my eyes widened in realization.

at the same time the room was bathed in red as the emergency lights revealed the plan perfectly. he stood up and waved his hand for me to move back and stood on the chair, kicking the glass with all his might, shattering it and sending glass everywhere. he held his hand out to me to take. I did, the red light making him look strangely attractive as he laughed and pulled me through the door.

#joshua seventeen #joshua hong #joshua #hong jisoo #joshua fluff #joshua angst #hong joshua x reader

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niemernuet · 2 years

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The third to last week of the osws fandom challenge. I can't believe the season is about to start. 😍 This week's subject:

“i heard what you said in that interview” 🎙

I haven't written smut in a while...I blame all the sucktemper ficlets floating around for the outcome. The interview is Daniel's episode in Drôle d'époque from June.

Like a leek on skis

rating: E pairing: Justin Murisier/Daniel Yule characters: Justin Murisier, Daniel Yule length: 1'000 words

The door closed with a loud bang that shook the entire house. Daniel did not flinch, or even look up from his task.

"Kitchen!" he yelled. Heavy footsteps stomped through the flat, and a few moments later, Justin appeared. He paused when he saw Daniel, and despite his palpable anger, he burst out laughing.

"You!" he said, and tried to look stern again.

Daniel stopped cutting the zucchini, and innocently smiled at his boyfriend. "Indeed. Personally."

"Stop trying to deflect!" Justin barked, still half laughing, and took off his jacket.

"I'm not trying to deflect," Daniel smiled. "And I don't know what you're talking about."

"Right. Is that why you're cooking naked?"

Daniel grinned, and poured the cubes of zucchini into the pan standing next to the cutting board. "I just felt like wearing something comfortable. Do you like it?"

Justin snorted, and hopped on one foot as he pulled the sock off the other, throwing it onto the pile of clothes already on the floor. When he had shed everything, he walked around the counter, and put his arms around Daniel.

"I heard what you said in that interview," he said between kisses on Daniel's shoulder.

Daniel hummed, and leant back into the touch, pressing himself against Justin's warm skin. He swayed his hips lightly, and with satisfaction felt Justin's nails dig into his chest, and pull him even closer.

"I should chop off your dick for that remark," Justin muttered while his mouth kept exploring Daniel's skin.

"Oh, knife play!" Daniel answered. "How exciting!"

Justin pried the knife from Daniel's hand, though he did not carry out the threat but slammed it down on the counter, and turned his boyfriend around so he could kiss him.

"You called me dumb! On national radio!" he said with an accusing look.

Daniel shook his head, too busy trying to find Justin's mouth again. "I did not say that word once in the interview," he breathed on Justin's lips.

"You said you've avoided big injuries in your career so far thanks to your intelligence," he mumbled around Daniel's tongue.

"And luck," Daniel added without breaking contact with Justin.

Justin ignored his remarks. "Not two minutes after you talked about my knees!" He grinded against Daniel, and a surge of hot excitement flashed through his whole body.

"That's as close as you can come to call me dumb without using the word."

"And? You deserved it for thaaaaah…" Daniel's retort collapsed in a helpless moan as Justin's wandering hand reached his half hard cock.

"For what?" Justin asked softly.

"Can we…can we move someplace more comfortable maybe?" Daniel panted, and pushed into Justin's fist. He sighed when Justin let go of him.

"Want to try again?"

Daniel glared at him but Justin's smirk did not waver.

"You called me a vegetable!" he explained, and silenced Justin's laugh with another kiss.

"But you were," Justin smiled when they broke apart, and tenderly cupped his cheek. "The weakest vegetable on all slopes. Just a soft-boiled leek on skis."

"Really?" Daniel exclaimed, full of indignation, and before Justin could react, he wrapped his arms around him, and lifted him off the ground. Justin's hands still stroked Daniel's face; his smile did not waver.

"And now you're such a machine."

"You bet!" Daniel grunted, and carried Justin to the bedroom where they tumbled down onto the bed in a heap of kisses and touches. Justin's hands were all over his body again, stroking, exploring every part of Daniel, and soon his lips followed. Daniel moaned as Justin kissed his way down, over his chest and stomach, and finally his cock. Stars danced in front of his eyes in the rhythm of Justin's tongue around his shaft. He still had some control though, some spare part of his brain that was not completely occupied, and he used it to fumble for the lube and a condom on the nightstand. With a smirk Justin fell down into the pillows and watched Daniel.

"Now show me your other machine, machine!"

Daniel threw the wrapper away, and leant over Justin. "Don't ruin the mood," he warned, and kissed him.

"What? No dirty talk?" Justin panted while Daniel moved further down, and a first moan escaped his lips when his nipple landed between Daniel's teeth. "Fuck!"

Daniel chuckled, and used the distraction to push a lube-slicked finger up Justin, watching with hunger how Justin writhed under his touch.

"Come on!" Justin hissed. "More!"

"What?" Daniel smiled, and lifted one of Justin's legs. "No dirty talk?"

"You rotten…" Justin began but could not end as Daniel removed his finger, and pushed inside. He fell forward, and landed heavily on his hands, effectively pinning Justin down. He gave a first, tentative push, and kissed Justin's collarbone as he arched upward, giving him time to adjust. They had been doing this for years; Daniel knew everything of Justin by heart, every spot on his body, every button he had to press to make him move just the right way, and yet he could never get enough of him. Every time felt like the first time, full of excitement and insatiable need. And just like Daniel knew Justin inside and out, so Justin knew everything of Daniel by heart, knew when he got close to climax, and moved his legs apart to make space for Daniel's hand to wrap around his cock. He let the orgasm crash over him like a wave, and held onto Justin who followed with a choked moan, until the stars in front of his eyes had retreated and he could move again.

"What were you cooking?" Justin asked afterwards, as he stroked Daniel's hair.

Daniel rested with his head on Justin's chest, and drew a heart on Justin's stomach with his drying cum. "Ratatouille," he answered.

"Mmmmh…" Justin said, and pressed a kiss against Daniel's forehead.

Daniel smiled, and looked up. "I'm sorry I called you dumb on national radio."

"And I'm sorry I called you a vegetable," Justin smiled back.

Daniel chuckled, and snuggled closer to Justin. "I love arguing with you."

#osws fandom challenge #justiel #rpf #sports rpf #text #mine

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blue-kyber · 1 year

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You guys might be sick of this, but I don't care. I'm proud of my work, and will shout it through an empty toilet paper roll for that bass free 1920's gramophone sound effect.

Will had fallen asleep in his normal clothes on one of the wide half-moon couches in front of the slanted windows. The first beams of light crossed over his eyes, pulling him out of his nightmare of the gargantuan keth city ship he’d witnessed before they left Earth’s solar system.

He sat up and rubbed away the sleep. Why did the sun have to be so glaringly bright?

He slipped on his glasses, shielded his eyes, and squinted through the space between his fingers.

It was morning, but the sun didn’t cause the eye-blazing light.

A vessel half the size of the Intrepid hovered like a stalking predator, shining a floodlight through the windows.

The other kids were waking up to it as well and groaning at the discomfort.

Terra sat up, having fallen asleep head-to-head with her friend. She and many of the others had changed back into their regular clothing.

Mumbles of confusion and panic bubbled up throughout the room.

“What is that?” someone’s voice quivered.

“Don’t move,” Derek whispered, ”Its attack might be based on movement.”

“It’s a ship, you idiot, not a t-rex,” Nick whispered back.

“You never know.”

Regardless, fear and curiosity kept Will and Terra paralyzed in place.

The light suddenly shifted to the ground multiple floors below them, and bolts of red particle beams rained down.

Everyone screamed and scrambled away.

“The keth?” Kathryn cried out in panic, “Did they find us?”

Without the blinding light, they got a clear look at the sleek design, “It’s a Regent ship,” Derek gasped.

“Why are they firing on their own people?” Nick exclaimed, “What the hell is going on here?”

Helplessness ensnared them all. They were locked in this section within the main living area exposed entirely to windows. Any of those shots could crash through and mow them all down.

Some of the kids banged on the door, begging to be let out.

The control panel suddenly burst into sparks, sending the kids scattering back in yelps of surprise.

A loud, dissonant klaxon blared to life as the room’s interior lighting shifted to red.

Chaos exploded throughout the room.

Children ran and hid behind couches, chairs, the table - anything they could find. A couple, including Li, held up their fists, ready to fight, and some were too shocked to move.

The doors ‘wooshed’ open. The two black and blue armored troops that had been assigned to guard the door outside collapsed in a heap. Their helmets rolled away, revealing one to be masakan, and the other to be o’alli.

Captain Linell strode through with four fully geared up and helmeted troopers. Lieutenant Nashea joined her. Captain Linell addressed the frightened kids with stern urgency, “Get your things as fast as you can and follow me.”

No one moved. They were too stunned to see the captain of the Intrepid burst in, and still trying to process the situation.

“I said move! We don’t have much time.”

“Captain?” Anahita could barely speak, “What’s going on?”

“Our divergence here wasn’t approved by the Chancellor. I’m getting you all out. Now, please. They need your leadership, Anahita.”

Speechless, the young girl’s head bobbled up and down. She swallowed to clear her voice and put on her bravest tone even though she felt the tightness of fear in her chest. “Everyone! Get your stuff and go with the captain! Stay together!”

“I knew we weren’t supposed to fucking be here,” Li swore.

“Language,” Captain Linell scolded, then she and the officers went about helping the kids and rushing them out the door.

Li blinked, “Did you just--” he turned to Anahita, “Did she just--”

“Yup, she did. Help me.” Anahita ordered. The two corralled the kids under age ten.

Captain Linell picked up a six year old and handed him over to an officer, “We can get you all onto the Delphi. We’ve cleared a path, but it won’t hold.” She handed a gun from her hip holster over to Li, handle first, “It’s a pulse pistol. Point this end at the other guy and shoot. It’s set to stun.’ Do not touch the settings.”

He looked from the gun to her, “You sure you want to give me a weapon?”

“I’ve been watching you over the past week. You’re a warrior. You’re brave, and you have heart. I’m trusting you to help me get everyone to safety. You are their protector. Now is that a job you think you can do, Mister Chen?” she locked eyes with him to ensure he understood she was trusting him to guard the children with her on their escape.

His martial arts training kicked in, and he knew she was taking a risk with him. He was only one of six seventeen-year-olds. He had earned the respect of the three eighteen-year-olds in their group of fifty. Above all else, Li Chen had always fought for those who couldn’t fight for themselves.

He accepted the gun, dropping his delinquent bravado, “Yes, captain.”

“Good man,” she gave a smile of approval.

Will and Terra were in the last cluster of kids to run out into the hall, “They’re trusting you with a weapon?” Will sassed toward Li.

“Shut your pie hole, nerd,” he pressed his palm against Will’s back to move the younger kid forward.

Will could feel his hand trembling. Li acted tough, but he was just as scared as the rest of them.

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jenomark · 3 years

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➔Pairing: Hendery x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: Kun + Lucas ➔Genre: Smut (with a plot!) ➔Warnings: Mentions of blood + Vaginal penetration (briefly), Oral (both M + F) ➔Word count: 2,769

➔Summary: Kun has a plan to get you and Hendery to work out your differences, but Kun's plan doesn't quite work out the way he thinks it will. 😉

Anon Request: enemies to lovers hendery smut?? thank you !! any scenario 🤎

You and Hendery watched as Kun brought out two chairs into the middle of the floor to face each other. Hendery's scowl matched yours, which made you even more irritated that any part of you could relate to him.

"I don't see how this will help. It-" Hendery began, but he was cut off by Kun's terse, "-Shh!"

The scraping of the chairs stopped. Kun leaned on the back of one of them and looked at you before looking at Hendery. He said, "I'm tired of this. We are all tired of this. Both of you have more in common than you think."

"We don't." you said, a little too childishly.

Kun narrowed his eyes, which made you fall quiet. "Sit down and work it out," he said, before walking out and slamming the door shut behind him.

"I'm not sitting down." Hendery said. “He can’t make me sit down.”

You were already sitting in the chair, but since Hendery spoke, you wanted to get up and resist along with him. Hendery paced around the room, looking more annoyed than ever. So, you stayed seated because you didn't want to be like him.

"I don't know what he wants us to do." Hendery said. "I have no problem with you. I just don't want to be around you."

"Likewise." you said.

"I didn't ask what you though, did I?"

You rolled your eyes. "Here we go."

"No," Hendery said. He leaned on the back of the free chair like Kun had. "You've had a problem with me since I first met you. I want to know why. It's because I'm so handsome, right?"

"Oh, please."

There was a banging on the front door. Kun's voice rang out. He was letting out a whole series of curse words followed by a bunch of angry grunts. Hendery cursed back and sat down in the chair with a huff.

"We will never see eye-to-eye," he said. "And that is okay. If it's okay for us, it should be okay for them."

"I agree." you said, crossing your legs.

Things were silent. Hendery looked at your legs where your skirt was riding up your thigh. You uncrossed your legs and pulled your skirt down. The way you looked at him in disgust made him smirk, which made you want to strangle him. In fact, you were gearing up for another argument when Lucas burst through the door with his finger pointing at both of you.

"You and you." he said. "Just sleep with each other already."

"What?" you and Hendery both said at the same time.

Lucas dropped his finger. "Just fuck. You know, make love, or, in your case, war. The sexual tension is too thick, man, I can't live here with you both like this."

With that speech, Lucas turned on his heel and left. Though, he didn't slam the door like Kun had.

Shock rippled throughout the room. You and Hendery both stared at each other from your chairs, his eyes wide, and your eyes sizing him up. Truthfully, you had wondered what it would be like to take out the aggression you felt for Hendery on his body. You had even dreamed about what it would be like once.

"Can you believe him?" Hendery said, trying to keep his voice from breaking. "Us? Fuck? When hell freezes over, I think."

But Hendery wasn't immune to the way you were looking at him. Underneath your hot gaze, he began to feel a little warm underneath the collar. He couldn't stop staring at your legs, thinking about your thighs crushing his head while you sat on his face.

Without speaking, you withdrew yourself from the chair and got down on the floor. Your knees hurt crawling your way towards him, but nothing hurts quite like your pride. You would have never imagined crawling to Hendery like that but, somehow, it felt right.

"Not a word." you said, your eyes boring into his. "If you act smug, I will bite down on your dick so hard you'll be pissing blood for weeks."

"Ouch." Hendery winced, covering himself.

You stopped before him, your hands reaching out to touch him. Hendery moved fast, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down for you. He was hesitant for you to see his cock but, when he saw that you were trying not to laugh, he bared himself for you to see.

"Don't laugh at me," he said.

"I'm not laughing." you said, smiling.

You took his cock in your hands and watched him grow. He reacted like he hadn't been touched in years, which did make you laugh. Hendery moaned and bit down on his lips to stop the further humiliation. You stroked him and tasted him. You were trying your best not to think about how much you hated him. Having that control over him made you feel powerful, made it easier for you to suck him off.

"This is...an... unexpected.." Hendery breathed, closing his fists tight as you bobbed up and down his cock. "..event...oh god."

"You cannot be serious." you said.

Hendery came so soon, his cum gushing out of his tip. You didn't swallow him, just let him spill himself onto his pants. The noise he made was inhuman, and it ground you right to your spot on the floor. You watched him, holding his cock upward so he came on his shirt, instead, and trying not to admit to yourself that you ached for him to be inside of you.

When he finished and was through cleaning himself up, you both acted like nothing had happened. Hendery looked at you from across the room, the wet rag moving up and down his stomach. You shrugged and moved the chairs back where they were, ignoring how swollen and aroused your clit was.

Kun thought he had done something. Whenever you and Hendery were around each other, the bickering had lessened. Kun didn’t know that behind his back, Hendery was pushing his tongue into his cheek and staring at you. Mimicking a blowjob was childish, but Hendery didn’t have to know that you went home at night and masturbated to the very thought of him doing that.

Kun also didn’t know that, whenever he and the rest of the guys went out, you would sneak to Hendery’s room and fuck with him. Or rather, you would sit on Hendery’s face like a throne and have him eat you out until he couldn’t breathe.

“When will you let me fuck you?” Hendery asked, looking up at you from between your thighs.

You let your weight fall down onto his face and rubbed yourself against his lips and nose so he would stop talking. It’s not that you didn’t want him to fuck you senseless, just that having him penetrate you felt a little too real. You felt it also brought about the realization that you liked being in his company more than you thought.

After coming all over his face and having him beg you to do it again, you laid in his bed. “This isn’t a compliment,” you said. “but you’re not half bad.”

“I know.”

You narrowed your eyes. “I said it wasn’t a compliment. You don’t have to be so smug about it.”

He held up his hands. “All I’m saying is, you scream more when you’re sitting on my face than you do when you’re not, and for that, I think, is the highest compliment.”

You pulled his covers over yourself until they were covering your naked body. “I really hate you.”

“And yet you’re still in my bed.”

Before you could respond with a not-so-clever retort, Hendery went underneath the covers and started eating you out again.

It was getting a little too comical, you and Hendery’s situationship. You were both sure that none of the guys knew what was going on, even if Lucas occasionally shot you curious looks whenever you were together. Hiding was difficult and resulted in someone getting half dressed and running from his dorm room, as if everything were perfectly normal. To make sure everything seemed up to standard, you and Hendery would stage fights now and again. In reality, those fights got you both hot and bothered enough to slip into whatever place you could and either get fingerbanged or something else that left your legs weak.

What made it truly funny was that you began to grow feelings faster than Hendery grew his erection. Underneath all of his self-congratulatory ways, Hendery was actually fun to be around. You would often stay in his bed for hours just watching videos on his phone in between pleasing and teasing his body. He lasted much longer in bed as more time passed, and the vulnerability that you seemed so scared of in the beginning also made things more exciting.

Kun slammed down a bottle of soda to break you out of your reverie. The party around you zoomed back to life the moment he spoke. You watched Hendery talk to a girl across the room. Though he stole glances back at you, the jealousy was rearing its ugly head.

“Are you okay?” Kun asked. “You seem...off.”

“I’m good.” you said. “I’m great.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Can’t you see, Kun?” Lucas came up behind Kun and stole the soda from him. He drank a long, sweet gulp. “She is in love with Hendery. I knew that it was only a matter of time.”

“Yeah, right.” you said, trying your best to disguise the lie. “I would rather stay single for the rest of my life than ever touch someone like him.”

When Kun and Lucas didn’t reply, you looked at both of them. Kun looked as if he were going to say something but thought better of it. Lucas smiled. For the first time, you felt like you could pity yourself.

“I’m going outside to get fresh air.” you said, excusing yourself.

You walked through the room and felt Hendery’s eyes on you. You could feel him following behind you. When you made it outside and turned around, he was right there.

“Having fun?” you asked. “I’m sure that girl was having the best time.”

“Are you jealous of her?” he asked. “Please tell me yes. It would inflate my ego so much.”

“No.” you said flatly.

“But you’re not denying it.” he said. “Interesting.”

If you had answered him, you weren’t sure he would like what you had to say. Rather than face all of that, you decided to walk away. But Hendery pulled you back. You expected some joke, some kind of puffed up version of himself, but the man you were met with was the same man you met behind closed doors.

“Don’t leave,” he said. “Talk to me.”

“Talking never works out in our favor.” you said, pulling your wrist away from him.

“It helped once.” he said, smiling at the memory of you crawling towards him. When he saw that you didn’t smile back, his face changed. “I’m not the enemy, you know that.”

You wracked your brain for something incredible to say, but all that came out was a lame little. “Yeah, I guess.”

Hendery took a step towards you and looked at your lips. Throughout all of your bedroom excursions, you had never kissed each other on the mouth. His mouth had been all over your body, but never your lips. He touched his thumb to your bottom lip, but it was you who pushed your way into the kiss.

“Wow.” Hendery said, pulling a part. He kept his eyes closed. “That definitely tastes better than-”

You pushed him back and went to kiss him again. This time, with a little tongue that made him moan in approval. You felt that kiss in your whole body, right down to your toes.

“What if I just went upstairs and told everyone they needed to leave right now.” Hendery said.

“You don’t live alone. “ you reminded him.

He groaned. “I’ll pull the building's fire alarm if I have to. “

“I didn’t even agree that I was going to sleep with you.” you said, resisting the urge to cross your arms over your chest.

“You didn’t have to.” Hendery whispered.

Hendery took your arm and pulled you upstairs. He kicked open the door to the apartment so forcefully that everyone looked in his direction. You covered your face in embarrassment. If you met eyes with Kun or Lucas, you didn’t think you would ever fully recover.

“Alright.” Hendery called out. “Party is over. It’s time to leave. Everyone, please make your way out in an orderly fashion, thank you.”

When no one moved, you hid behind Hendery because you could feel him gearing up to say something incredibly inappropriate. But, instead, it was Lucas who spoke.

“You heard the man.” Lucas said. “Party continues at the bar down the street. Drinks on me. Let’s go!”

The crowd cheered and followed Lucas. Before he left through the front door, Lucas winked at you. Everyone filed out in a conga line, yelling raucously and completely ignoring you and Hendery standing there.

Kun stopped before he walked out. “I’m glad you both are working out your differences.”

“We’re working out something.” Hendery said, grabbing Kun’s shoulder and pushing him through the door. He shut it behind him and faced you, all of the humor gone from his face, replaced with a pallor that made him look ill.

“I hate you.” you said, but there was no hate in your voice whatsoever.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Hendery said.

You kissed him and brought color back to his cheeks. Rather than stripping him of his clothes and immediately going for his cock, you took things slow. It felt nice to be in his arms. Different, but very nice. You held each other and made out, things getting hotter and heavier as time passed.

“I’m done playing.” Hendery said.

He took you into his bedroom where he sat you down on his bed. Before you, he started dancing and taking off his clothes in a way that made you laugh so hard your stomach hurt.

“Done playing, huh?” you asked.

He took his t-shirt and brought it around your neck. You could feel the heat from his stomach being so close to you. You kissed his skin and looked up at him. You didn’t know when exactly it had happened, when Hendery had become a lover rather than an enemy. You certainly didn’t know when he had become your best friend.

“Yeah.” he said, pushing you back down onto the bed. “I think so.”

Just like that, the energy in the room changed. His kisses were deeper and more sensual. He had stopped the strip tease and had straddled you, his hands roaming up and down your body. It was difficult for you to focus on one thing. Your sexual encounters were usually full of him narrating exactly what he was going to do, but the Hendery on top of you kept you on your toes. He pulled down the top of your dress to expose your cleavage and let his tongue roam free. You let his hands move underneath your dress, pulling it up to reveal your underwear.

“Why does this feel so different?” he asked, looking down at you with his dark eyes.

For a moment, you thought he was talking about your body. You were quiet, not knowing how to answer, though you knew what he meant. When he removed your dress and slowly unhooked your bra and brought your panties down past your ankles, he realized with a shock what you had known all along.

“Oh, I like you a lot.” he said. “I’m an idiot.”

“You won’t find me disagreeing.” you said, sucking in when you felt his lips on your stomach.

“I didn’t ask you though, did I?” he asked, transporting you both back to the very first time you were intimate with each other.

“Maybe you should.” you said. “Maybe you should ask me what I want.”

Hendery stripped himself naked like his life depended on it. He was erect, his eyes full of emotion. “What do you want then?”

“I want you.” you said. “As miserable as you are. As wild as you are. As much as you annoy me, Hendery, I want you.”

Hendery pushed your legs until your knees were in the air. You breathed in deeply and looked up at him. He touched your pussy, his eyes still on you as his fingers brushed against you. “You have me.” he said, before plunging deep inside of you.

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cherryjuicegf · 3 years

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66 and/or 72. I'm so glad you're back and writing Chrysa!!! 💖💖

thank you so much my dear, and thank you for this prompt!! also please accept this as a late birthday gift because i wanted so much to write something separate but my brain refused to work 😔 i hope you like it!! 💞💞

1.2k, tw implied sexual harassment

66. guiding them away from a situation that makes them uncomfortable & 72. giving them little nose kisses.

🌸 send me prompts 🌸

The banquet hall was flooding with life. Music had barely stopped from the time they got there. People were dancing and jumping like there's no tommorow, their laughter echoing in every wall of the mansion and maybe on the streets outside of it. The hall was impressive, drown in golden mosaics on the floor and walls that were made instead of using said gold to feed the starving people of the city. A banquet envied by the wealthiest lords, such was its splendor.

Geralt was suffering.

He was almost sure his doublet was at least one size smaller than his everyday clothes. There were no windows, it was too hot. Too loud. He had convinced himself that if the scent of lust coming from every corner of the hall became just a little bit stronger, he would burst. Or aard something else to make it burst. Either way, not a desirable outcome.

It's for Jaskier, he kept telling himself, it's only for Jaskier.

Said Jaskier was, however, nowhere to be seen. And this shouldn't make him nervous or anxious or sweating with concern, why should it? Only that, for the greatest part of the night, he had noticed a second pair of green eyes staring intensely at the bard. The first pair was his. Well, he had to admit it to himself some time. And the way Jaskier looked tonight, dashing in his silver doublet and charming smiles and sweeping the stage, he didn't have much hope denying it anyway.

He scanned the room. When his look returned to the same place it started, he clenched his fists. No Jaskier. Even worse, no green eyes. The man wasn't a cuckold husband, Geralt knew. He didn't want to kill Jaskier. And except for this case, there was only one alternative; he wanted to fuck him.

And Geralt shouldn't mind, of course he shouldn't. Strangely enough, he didn't even felt jealous. No, what he felt was afraid. Because in the man's eyes there was lust, no doubt. But there was also something else. And their dark shadow, when they met Jaskier's eyes, made the bard shiver.

And Geralt had seen it.

The scent of lust did become stronger eventually. And Geralt would curse the gods and then some, if he didn't realise that he could smell none of it inside the room. Instead, his gaze trailed to the wooden door some meters away from him, one of the many leading to the chambers. And his heart picked up its beat.

With quick steps, he approached and opened the door slightly. He waited for a moment. Listened.

Don't you think we should–

Come on now, I know you like it.

I'm actually–

Geralt cleared his throat loudly and closed the door with an accidental bang. The man in front of Jaskier jumped and turned around. He peered at Geralt and, seeing as the witcher stood tall in front of him, he smiled nervously.

Geralt tilted his head. "The bard is with me," he said in the most politely threatening voice he could muster. The man chuckled and raised his eyebrows in a defeated expression but Geralt's glare didn't let him utter a single word. Instead, he stepped back and passed beside him, disappearing behind the door. And Geralt turned to Jaskier.

And for a second, his heart fluttered. Not because Jaskier looked that bad and if he did, he did a good job in hiding it. But because the heavy scent of discomfort coming from him, the deep blush of his cheeks and the smile he never managed to fake in front of the witcher made Geralt commit otherworldly attempts not to run behind the man and grab him by the collar.

He didn't. He only stepped closer, seeing how Jaskier was still leaning on the wall, his body tense and raised his brows. "Everything okay?"

Jaskier looked at him as if he was just noticing his presence. After some seconds, as though forcing his mind to work, he nodded with a smile. "Yeah, perfectly fine."

Geralt hummed. In the darkness of the corridor, he could still see Jaskier's palms stuck on the wall behind him. He sighed and reached for his hand, holding it tight in his. He could feel its light tremble and he raised his look. Jaskier swallowed. With a snort, Geralt shook his head. "Come."

And pulled him away from the wall. And Jaskier followed. But this time, Geralt smelled no discomfort in the air, no fear. Only trust. And something else. Something that made his heart beat just a bit faster.

Soon, they reached the doors to the garden and stepped on the paved path, going out into the night. It wasn't cold, but cool enough for the breeze to hit their faces. Jaskier didn't seem to mind though. Geralt watched him as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He loosened his grip, but didn't let go. "What about now?"

Jaskier smiled and this time Geralt knew it wasn't fake. "Much better," he said and looked at Geralt with a gaze that made his knees plead to give in. Even like that, flushed in the most unfortunate way, he was beautiful. "Thank you for this. I felt like suffocating in there."

His eyes shone blue, brighter than the most precious of diamonds. Under the moonlight, Geralt discerned their wettness. Admittedly, it was not the first time this happened. But he would lie if he said it ever became any easier. He shook his head and as Jaskier's tears threatened to fall over his smiling facade, he stepped closer and took his face inside his hands. "Hey." Jaskier froze for a second. But then, as though starving, he leaned into the warmth of his touch. Geralt stroked his cheek with his thumb. "Don't fret now. He's gone."

Jaskier nodded with a small huff. Then looked at Geralt, the look in his eyes almost pleading. "Can you do me a favour, Geralt?" Geralt didn't answer, only raised an eyebrow, prompting him to go on. Jaskier bit his lip. "Can you stay close to me for the rest of the night?"

Struggling to ignore the redness of his lips and craving to suck the other man's taste from them, replace it with his own, Geralt smiled faintly. "Yeah, I can do that." He gazed at Jaskier with no special subtlety but damn it, he had drank a bit of wine to justify himself. The bard's nose had gone red from the cold. Without thinking, he leaned and placed a gentle kiss there. "If you want me to."

"But of cour– Geralt." Jaskier's eyes were wide now and slowly, embarassingly slowly, Geralt realised what he's done. And rushed to pull back, clearing his throat, but then Jaskier's hands cupped his on his face. Jaskier looked at him daringly, and raised an eyebrow. "Did you just kiss my nose, Geralt?"

A pause. "No."

Jaskier laughed and oh, what a beautiful sound. He batted his eyelashes, the idiot. "Can you do it again?"

Geralt wouldn't. He really wouldn't, because he had already gone too far making a fool of himself. But he was too close, and Jaskier's hands were warm and his lips– no, his nose looked so kissable. And what else can a man do? So Geralt slowly leaned in and once more, he kissed his nose. And Jaskier giggled and whispered 'again' and really, who was Geralt to refuse? He kissed again with a smile, and again, small, soft kisses that made his lips tingle.

And Jaskier laughed silently under him, his hands holding Geralt's tight, until he met Geralt's eyes again and shook his head. "Stupid, stupid witcher."

And, smiling, he pressed their lips together.

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ptergwen · 4 years

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Hey could you write something about the reader being accidently poisoned with the truth serum that was not to be for her but for a hydra agent? And then the avengers bring her to the compound and she starts freaking out cause she thinks she's gonna die but then she sees Peter and she's like: Oh he's cute, does he have a girlfriend? Omg I'm so sorry I said that and she also says a lot of horny stuff that's going through her mind? Lmao that would be so funny

you’re on a mission with the team to get information from hydra agents. clint wasn’t available today, so they’re letting you step in. you all successfully infiltrated the building with a combination of fighting security and sneaking around. natasha and steve look for the agents you’re after while you, tony, and bruce set up a room for interrogation.

“got the good stuff with you?” tony asks bruce, poking his arm to mime a syringe. you pull two chairs to the center of the room and stand behind one. carefully, bruce takes the truth serum out of the duffel bag he keeps his equipment in. “i tested it out again last night. it’s strong.” he raises his eyebrows to stress his point. you hear something coming from outside the room.

“they’re here,” you tell tony, grabbing onto the back of the chair. “you know what to do?” “help nat restrain them.” he points at you and winks. “places, everybody.” bruce stands next to you with the truth serum in his hand. the door bursts open, nat and steve dragging the hydra agents into the room. tony kicks the door shut behind them.

nat and steve push the agents into the chairs, bruce stepping aside for her. steve stands in front of them with tony. “these the ones?” tony nods to them. he crosses his arms over his chest. “yep. from the files s.h.i.e.l.d. sent us.” you grab the one in front of you by his shoulders and pull him back against the chair.

“you boys gonna talk?” nat wraps her leg around the agent in her chair. “about what?” he asks unconvincingly.

“you know what. don’t play dumb with us.” steve raises an eyebrow. “hail hydra.” the agent in your chair raises his fist. tony scoffs. “alright. give it to him, bruce.” he walks behind you and nat with the needle. right when he’s about to inject the hydra agent with it, he jerks forward. bruce ends up injecting you instead. you yelp in pain and lose your hold on him.

nat blocks him from the front with one arm before he can get away.

“sorry, y/n. this asshole moved.” bruce gives you an apologetic smile. you wave him off. “i’ll be okay.” you must have jinxed it because you start feeling woozy right after. you stumble away from the men and grab onto the door handle to balance yourself. the next thing you know, you’re passed out on the floor. “uh oh. i should get her out of here,” tony goes to help you up.

“the rest of you stay and finish. i’ve got this.”

you wake up on the couch at the avengers compound, rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the lights. bucky and sam are on either ledge of the couch, tony is in the chair, and there’s someone you don’t recognize standing next to him. he looks about your age. he must be new.

“ah, hey sleeping beauty. you’re alive” tony puts his phone down on the coffee table. “i- i could’ve died?” you sit yourself up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

tony laughs to himself and crosses one leg over the other. “no, no. you just knocked out really hard.” you exhale. bucky puts a hand on your shoulder. “we heard you ended that mission with a bang,” sam teases, you moving to sit criss cross. “apparently. how did it go, by the way?”

“all good. bruce injected the right people, and they spilled. just got the update.” tony points to his phone. you manage a small smile.

“shouldn’t that stuff be tripping you out, too?” bucky wonders aloud, tapping your shoulder. your eyes move from tony to the boy next to him. “who’s that?” you ignore his question. tony holds a hand out to present him.

“this is peter. he’s my new protégée. you’ll be seeing him around.” peter waves shyly, his other hand behind his back. his cheeks are dusted a light shade of pink. “good because he’s cute.”

you cover your mouth with your hand, sam laughing and looking at bucky. “there it is,” bucky announces. “i’m so sorry. i literally can’t help it,” you say into your hand and look away from peter. he offers a smile. “it’s okay. thanks.” “you two should get to know each other,” tony suggests and picks up his phone again. “yeah, you should. let y/n start,” sam says with a smirk.

“i will. how’s your dating life? do you have a girlfriend? boyfriend?” you give peter a once over. he seems shocked for a second, but recovers. he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “i’m pretty single right now.” “same.” peter nods and presses his lips together.

you figure you might as well ask whatever unfiltered questions come to your mind while you have an excuse. “what about your sex life?” bucky cracks up from behind you.

peter actually chuckles this time. “don’t have that, either.” “i could change that, if you want.” he’s back to being shocked at what you’re saying. you grimace. “ok, too much. you should come sit.” you pat the spot next to you.

he considers it, then comes over to the couch. he gives you another curious smile and sits. “i kinda like talking to someone who’s so... honest.” “well, you have this version of me for the next...” you peer over him to see tony.

“how long does this stuff last?” he checks his watch. “twelve hours, but eleven more for you.” “eleven hours,” you repeat to peter. “think of all the stuff we could do.” he perks up a little bit, realizing what you’re implying. sam elbows him. “someone’s sex life isn’t gonna be nonexistent anymore.”

#tom holland #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff #tom holland fic #peter parker x avenger!reader #tony stark

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bellemorte180 · 3 years

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This is a gift for @thetourguidebarbie. I'm sorry that it is a day late but I hope you enjoy this small little Drabble I made for you. A little birdie told me you like hockey AUs....

Penalty Box

The sounds of her clicking heels against the vinyl flooring echoed her mood. Caroline was pissed. Her fingers curled into the palms of her hands, squeezing and leaving small moon marks on her skin. Her press badge was clipped to her black pencil-skirt, bouncing against her leg as she made her way towards the locker room.

She could still hear the roaring crowd, cheering as a goal was scored at the end of the third period. Yet, Caroline found that she cared little as to who scored or how close the game was to ending. All that was replayed over and over in her mind was the cheering as Tyler was slammed up against the glass protector of the arena, Klaus’s fist gripping his jersey as his gloves and stick were thrown aside. Tyler’s fists pummeled down upon Klaus’s head, connecting with his face as both of their helmets had been tossed onto the ice

It took two referees to pull Klaus off Tyler.

And he spent the rest of the game in the penalty box.

Caroline passed an annoyed looking security guard who moved to stop her but she flashed her press badge and he halted, allowing her to pass into the locker room. She opened the door and shut it behind her, noting that Klaus was the only player in the room. His back was to her and he had taken off his red jersey, roughly tossing it into the cubby. He pulled his protective gear off his body and tossed them onto the ground in a fury. Klaus was angry and sensing his fury only fueled her own.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Caroline snapped at him, causing Klaus to turn around quickly. At the sight of her, his shoulders slumped and the fresh bruise that was forming on the side of his cheek became very pronounced. It was not the first time Caroline had seen him bruised after a hockey game but this one made her heart feel heavy. Walking over to him, she reached up to touch his cheek, looking at the purple and blue marks that marred his skin. “Have you lost your mind? Why would you attack Tyler? He didn’t even have the puck!”

“He made a comment about you and I saw red.” Klaus’s temper was widely known. Out of each player on his team, Klaus was the one who was known for getting into fights on the ice and spending more time in the penalty box compared to the other players. The crowd cheered when he stepped out onto the ice, itching to see whom he would pick a fight with first. If it wasn’t for the fact that he excelled at the game and was one of the best players in the NHL, Klaus would have been tossed from the league years ago.

“Tyler is my ex and he knew that making a comment about me would get under your skin. He is still bitter about our engagement.” Caroline sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. She should have known that when the lineup was announced, putting The Hybrids against the Wolves, that a fight would break out and that it would be one of the worst of the season. “I picked you over him and he is never going to get over that.”

“I just hate him. The sight of him makes me want to hit something. Preferably him.”

“You hate him because I was with him for three years while you had feelings for me! But guess what, you’re the one I’m marrying. You’re the one I’ve decided to spend my life with despite the fact that you’re always finding trouble and being threatened with being kicked out of the league. Newsflash, unemployment isn’t a good look!”

“I know. I know.” He reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on her knuckles. Caroline felt herself go soft, noting the dimpled smile that made her fall in love with him appear on his lips. She thought back to the press tour she had started a year ago, following The Hybrids to each game and doing the biography piece on each of the players. It was the beginning of the end of her relationship with Tyler and the world wind of the one she had with Klaus.

And she wouldn’t change a thing.

“So, you’ll apologize.”

“Fuck no.”

“Klaus! You banged his head against the glass so hard that it cracked and the medics had to be called out onto the ice to help him.” Caroline cried out in frustration. She knew that Klaus had slammed him into that glass far harder than he would have anyone else but she also knew that he had little sympathy about it. It was useless to fight about it because there was no way he was going to give in. “You can’t just go around attacking people.”

“I don’t. Tyler is a special exception.” Klaus countered and Caroline couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “It wasn’t just that he made a lewd remark about you today but, I remember what you were like, Sweetheart, when you found out that he was cheating on you.”

“I bounced back quickly enough.” Caroline shot back, crossing her arms. Six months ago, when her press tour with the Hybrids ended, she had learned that Tyler had been cheating on her for the entirety of it. Showing up at Klaus’s door in the pouring rain, sobbing and cursing that she hated herself for the feelings she held for Klaus while in a committed relationship to another man only to learn that Tyler held no respect for her at all, did not help the disdain he already felt for him.

“I know.” Klaus replied, pulling her close to him and kissing her left hand that held her engagement ring. He pressed his lips to the diamond, the flicker of his blue eyes and smirk made it very clear that he had no sympathy for sweeping her off her feet the moment he had the chance, proposing a mere three months after her relationship with Tyler ended. “He regrets his life choices and that I am more than happy to reap the benefits.”

“Yeah, yeah, you got the girl. Move on already.” She once again rolled her eyes but leaned up to kiss him on the lips. “Look, I am happy with how things turned out. I had fallen for you before I knew Tyler cheated but either way, we got our happy ending. Let Tyler be bitter and angry but don’t let him get under your skin.”

“That's easier said than done.”

“Isn’t everything?” Before Klaus could answer her, they could hear the roar of the crowd from the stadium above them and the sound of the buzzer that ended the match. Distant chantings of Hybrids, Hybrids, Hybrids could be heard and Klaus got a look of pure smugness on his face, knowing that they had beaten, not only the Wolves, but Tyler.

“You might want to head out, Sweetheart, before the couch sees you in here. He still is not pleased with the last time you used your press badge to get through security and into the changing rooms.” Caroline’s face grew red at the reminder that John Gilbert had seen her not only topless but Klaus’s hand was also up her skirt.

“Yeah. I’m going to...um...go. Give the boys my congrats and I will see you later. We will celebrate and continue this conversation then.” Caroline pressed a kiss to his lips lightly and all but ran out of the changing room quickly before the rest of the team burst in. As she shut the door, she could hear the distant sound of adrenaline filled cheers from Klaus and his teammates victory.

#Klaroline #drabbel #something small #but hope you like it anyway.

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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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Psy-Cutie pt. 1

Summary // Mind Jack is an S-ranked villain who always manages to evade capture. You are a florist working in the city and never really minded what was happening around you. You kept an ear open for more relevant news, but you never heard of Mind Jack or his schemes. This works in Hitoshi Shinso's favor as he crashes into your shop one day, injured and unable to take care of himself. Lucky for him, you are just the healer he needs.

A/N: Based loosely on the song American Beauty/American Psycho, hope you enjoy! ^^

- - -

Hitoshi knew two things when he woke up in an unfamiliar bed.

One. He was in pain.

Two. He was safe.

He knew he was safe with clear surety because if the person who saved him knew who he was, he would have on handcuffs and a muzzle rather than a blanket and bandages.

-4 hours earlier-

Twisting the dial of his mask, Hitoshi tests the new vocals he had acquired.

"Help me! Please Akane!" The voice of a 45 year old woman echoes in the room, bouncing off the concrete walls. The voice belonged to Hiromi Sasaki, the wife of a broker who had ties to several Pro Heroes in the Coruscant district. She had been a thorn in Hitoshi's side what with her providing new equipment and upgraded tech to superheroes. Last month he had nearly been foiled by a beam that concentrated a hypnotic ray. But now he had the perfect plan to get rid of her.

Or rather, get rid of her clients privacy.

"Hiromi! Are you here?!" Akane yells from afar, finally catching up to him after following the sound of her wife from blocks away. Now that they were in a closed and controlled area, Hitoshi felt no need to continue this game of cat and mouse.

"How precious." His voice rings out. "You really do love her don't you. If only that love was enough to keep her safe." He steps out from his spot behind a pillar, looking at the now frozen broker who stood still at the doorway. Her eyes were wide open, a blank canvas.

He stalks forward, lowering his mask into the folds of his capture weapon. "You're going to listen to me now." Hitoshi beckons her with a finger, walking backwards to a single chair. "Come. Let's go over the terms of our agreement."

The woman sits down on the rickety chair, showing no signs of fear as it buckles under her weight.

"From now on, you'll be attaching these to all the equipment you sell to your heroes." He unties a small bag from his waist and tosses it onto her lap. They were tracking devices. "If you get caught, your wife will not come back from what I'll do to her."

Nothing, nothing showed on her face that she was listening, but he knew his instructions ran clear. He could feel his control taking over. His quirk had evolved since his time at U.A, no longer was his brain washing temporary, no, he could give long term instructions. It was very, very useful. An evolution he was sure his old classmate would have loved to jot down. But today wasn’t a day for lamenting old friendships he already burned.

Bang!

His focus snaps to the wall next to him, the concrete was beginning to crack as a barrage of fists pummeled into it.

Shit.

"Don't forget what I told you." Hitoshi pulls his mask back into place, cutting off his connection to the broker, not sparing another second to watch her as he bolts to the farthest window with his capture weapon in hand.

Breaking through the glass he sends the end of the scarf to a faraway pole, using it to swing onto a nearby building. He curls into a ball and tumbles to lessen the impact on his joints before sprinting across the rooftops. Narrowly he evades the paralyzing bullets of police officers on the ground, shouting to the heroes who were hot on his tail.

It was fun, in a way, they were finally making it fun for him after being so easily put down.

But the heroes were prepared for him. Finally, they learned to bring proper backup.

"Mind Jack!" The hero Racer yells from the rooftop next to him. The hero beside them creates a ramp of metal, allowing Racer to send themselves flying onto the rooftop he was currently on.

Hitoshi coils his capture weapon around Racer's leg as they fly midair, twisting them around and throwing them into the new hero behind him. The group that had begun to accumulate was a mixture of A and C ranked heroes, which normally would be easily handled by himself. But he was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of a telekinetic that sent him plummeting into the ground and through the floors below him.

“Damn!” His scarf wraps around the exposed edge of a steel pillar poking out of the concrete floor, allowing him to swing out of sight from the heroes that continued their path downward where they assumed he had fallen. But it didn’t mean he was safe.

All he remembers is the cold wind rushing past him as he breaks through the window of the thirtieth floor and freefalls to the unforgiving ground.

- Now -

Now he was staring at a pitcher of water with slices of lemons and leaves of mint.

Just where did he land?

"Oh you're awake!" A voice chimes in from behind a curtain. He squints at the fuzzy shadow, making out something round and human shaped.

A hand grabs the curtain and pulls it aside, the roundness now obviously a ceramic pot and the human shaped figure.. A very cute human.

He tilts his head as he watches you balance the pot of dirt on your hip, your cheeks smudged along with your gloved hands.

Who were you?

"You scared me earlier! I almost didn't get to you in time." You place the pot on a chair and pull up a stool from the vanity against the wall, crossing your legs as you sat down. "My quirk is a little reckless, so I was afraid I might hurt you more than help you. But you're a sturdy one."

"What is-!" Hitoshi cringes at the pain in his throat, reaching up a hand to cup his jugular. It felt like crushed glass was grinding against his vocal cords.

You stood up at the sound of his voice, already preparing a cup of water to give to him. "My quirk? It's repel. I can repel anything, living or non-living- but the force I exert can change from moment to moment if I'm not careful. So when I saw you falling, I had to use it in small bursts to keep you from smacking the pavement too hard."

Well, he was asking for your name but he took the water anyway, looking it over for traces of a sedative. Deeming it clean, he mouths a quick ‘thank you’ before drinking.

Using the opportunity to collect clues on what kind of person his host was, Hitoshi takes in the sight around him. A pitcher of water on a chipped black nightstand. Macrame potted plants hanging by an open window. A wardrobe with a sweater peeking out. A worn beige carpet on vinyl floors. Photographs of friends and family. Clippings of plants and dried out flowers in picture frames.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Safe.

A part of him wanted to cringe. How long had it been since he was around something so ordinary? He didn’t live in places long enough to decorate it. He didn’t leave windows open, chancing a police officer spotting him. He didn’t have any of these things you had.

“So..”

He turns his attention back to you.

“Would you happen to be Hitoshi Shinso?”

His grip on the cup tightens instinctively. Without his voice to activate his quirk, he settles on relying on his physicality. Hitoshi reaches instinctively for the scarf around his neck-

But it wasn’t there.

He settles on a nod, preparing to bolt out of the bed should you try screaming for help. Even without his scarf, he was prepared to scale the walls if he had to.

However, it isn't a yell of fear that he is met with. Surprise floods him as he watches your face light up with a smile. You lean forward with your hands tucked under your thighs. “Really?! I watched you in the U.A sports festivals when I was a teenager! You were amazing!”

Without knowing it, his hand raised from his neck to his face, covering his mouth as you continued on, a warmth building in his cheeks.

“I live pretty far away, but I took a trip to U.A. for my second year, and to see you take down students twice your size was so cool! You really worked hard after the first festival and it showed-“ A blush of your own takes root on your face. You scoot your seat backwards. “Ah- sorry about that.. I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

He shakes his head, looking at you with much softer eyes. He was a villain. And had been a villain after leaving amid his third year at U.A. He didn’t regret his decision and never cared for the love the media gave his former classmates. He didn’t need praise or the affection of strangers. He didn’t care about any of that.

But to hear someone praise him for his hard work, and to hear someone put him in such a light? To hear that someone saw him as more than his quirk?

Hitoshi could get drunk on your words alone.

“You don't mind..? I understand if it’s creepy. I've met fans of Deku who even I was uncomfortable next to.”

Once more he shakes his head, unbothered by your enthusiasm. In fact, he liked it. More than he thought he would.

Was this why heroes strived to be popular? The warm feeling it brought? Or was it because it came from you? Someone so blissfully ignorant of what he has done.

You still saw him as a hero.

A hero.

“Oh! I need to get back to the shop! Your fall left some of my pots smashed, I need to clean it up before someone gets hurt.” You get to your feet and take his now empty glass, refilling it before handing it back. “Take your time,I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”

And just when he thought you couldn't get any better, you stumble on your way out, drawing out a squeak from your lips.

He was truly and utterly whipped.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha hitoshi #mha hitoshi #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinso x reader #bnha hitoshi shinso #bnha hitoshi shinso x reader #mha hitoshi shinso x reader #Psy-Cutie #very self indulgent #maybe a tiny bit of angst in the future but not really #any suggestions or ideas for future mini chapters are welcome!#just really wanted a soft villain hitoshi úwù #he is my son #please be gentle with him

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ray-ray-writings · 3 years

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And here is the second part, who is the readers child? Oooo we don’t know yet, suspense ~Punzo👻

"Tommy, sweetie. Let's get you out of here, yeah?" He nodded his head forcefully and in any other situation, I would have laughed at his eagerness. I rushed forward to the back of his chair and dropped on my knees. I started untying the ropes hastily. "Watch for Techno."

As soon as the last rope dropped Tommy stood up and I could barely stand up myself before he engulfed me in a hug. He buried his face in my neck and I brought my hands to his back and head, rubbing his back and massaging his scalp. He let out a sound close to a whine and I squeezed him harder before he pulled away.

"Thanks for coming to get me, mum." I gave him a smile that embodied the word always as I said it, reaching up to ruffle his hair. When I caught a glimpse of pink in the room over I realized why Tommy was being held here. Techno was blocking the exit in the other room, and he knew I was here. I tried not to show my realization to Tommy and instead grabbed his head and brought it down to my level.

"Listen Tommy, and this is important. You need to leave, right now. No staying behind, no heroic theatrics, go through that door, then up the water and leave." I pointed to the door on our left as I spoke and when I let him go he looked between the door and me. He opened his mouth to argue and I held up my other hand. "Tommy, go. Mother has to take care of a piglet who has gotten too big for his boots."

"Okay, mum. Beat his ass!" I tried to show my displeasure with his words but I knew a smile was on my face as I glared at him. He gave me a cheeky smile and then promptly turned towards the door and walked through it. I looked at it for a moment before steeling myself and turning to head to the right. I stepped through and turned to my left to find Techno already charging at me. I quickly pulled on my shield against his ask and he used it to push me back against the wall.

"Who set you against me? Who are you working for?" I wanted to roll my eyes at his false accusations and instead narrowed them at him. I got a grip on my ax in my right hand and quickly shoved Techno off. I leaned forward and swung my ax at him without hesitation. It skimmed his armor as he turned and he tried to hit me back, and I jumped to my right to avoid the hit. He continued swinging, doing his best to try and hit me, while I swerved, blocked, and ducked under all of his blows. Just before he could drive me into another wall I heard footsteps.

"Hey, you leave my mum alone!" I wanted to groan at him. His courage was admirable and I loved that he wanted to defend me, but with no armor or weapons, he would quickly become a target. Techno didn't take his eyes off me, though, staring at me calculating. Suddenly a smirk crossed his face and before I could reach forward, I watched with wide eyes as he whirled around and started heading for Tommy. He let out a screech and quickly moved around the cluster of things in the middle of the room. Techno was smart, though, he wouldn't play a cat and mouse game where Tommy lead him to me. Techno pulled out a pearl and I reached for Tommy uselessly.

"No!" Technoblade appeared behind Tommy, tall and foreboding but with no hesitation, he struck downwards. Tears flooded my eyes as I watched Tommy's go wide, before he burst, leaving a single orb in his place. I let out a roar similar to a cry as I pearled to the side of Techno, and pulled my sword out, sticking it in a chink in his armor, before pulling it down and free. He let out his own roar of pain and turned to me, but I rose my sword and slashed at his neck and his sound was cut off by gurgles. He fell to his knees in front of me and I grabbed him by his bloody chin. "I won't stop making you suffer until you're an orb too."

He burst in front of me and I stared at his things in disgust. I looked up slightly to stare at Tommy's soul orb and a sob slipped out of me, and then I couldn't hold back as I fell to the ground. My clenched fists banged against the floor but I knew there was nothing I could do. My boy, my baby boy who I had raised and loved was gone just like that. It was worse than the prison because I watched it happen, I watched his eyes fill with fear and look at me, begging me to help. I was his mother, it was my job to protect him, and I failed. Who knew if Dream would revive him, I might never see him again. Never see him laugh, or smile. Never hear him scream or swear. Never feel his lanky hugs and soft head kisses. My boy was gone and I might never get him back.

I shakily looked up when I heard footsteps, only to find Ghostbur in the corner of the room. He had stopped when he got there, taking in the whole scene. I blinked heavily, trying to clear my tears so I wasn't looking at a blurry version of him. After a moment he slowly walked forward and I instinctively pulled myself towards Tommy's soul orb to protect it. Against what, I didn't know but it was all I had left of Tommy. Ghostbur kneeled on the other side of the orb and frowned at me.

"Mum, is this Tommy's?" I choked out a sob and nodded, hanging my head once more. I failed him, I failed my son and I will never make it up to him, I might never have the chance to. Ghostbur sat silently for a moment before he shifted forward and I looked up at his face. I found an expression I knew was about to say the bright side of my situation. "Well, that's okay. Maybe Dream can revive him, and even if he can't you can keep him close by taking it."

"I failed him, Wil." I blinked at him and when the tears rushed down my cheeks I covered my mouth. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I failed him I failed him I failed him. I felt broken and the thought that my only solace in the world was I would get to keep my son's soul orb broke me even further. I hunched forward into myself, curling my other arm around me as sob after sob escaped. Suddenly I heard a pop and my head shot up, only to find a wide-eyed and guilty-looking Ghostbur, with an outstretched hand towards me. My eyes widen when I realized what happen and he started stammering.

"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, mum. I wasn't thinking I just wanted to comfort-" His words faded into static as I stared at the spot my son's soul orb once sat. His courage, strength, and might, all of his wonderfulness I knew was in the orb was gone. It wouldn't affect Ghostbur, he was a ghost. Hell, I wasn't even sure it became a part of him, it might have just disappeared. I had just lost my final piece of Tommy. As I tilted my head back and the grief-filled every bone in my body, I was sure everyone could hear my scream.

I cried writing this :’). Also, I give you the option of a happy ending part 3! I haven’t written it yet but if you, Ray, and any of the Rayders want I will try to write it (probably won’t be as good lol)

Punzooooooo whyyyyyy. I’m about to be crying in the club oh my gosh!!!! So good!!! So very good!!!! If you want to write a part three I will absolutely read!!!

#ray responds #mcyt #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt one shot #dreamsmp

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