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msfantasy-anime · 11 months

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Something Stupid

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Summary: Deku is in love with a villainess and says something stupid

Warning: Aged up, Deku is an adult hero, Smut, Minors DNI, profanities, manipulative, BJ, face riding, domination, sub Deku, squirting, dumbification

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Cat and mouse is how you’d describe your relationship with Deku.

You would commit a crime.

He would chase you.

You would escape.

At first you hated him. That green freckled do-gooder always getting in the way of your next pay day. Ever since Deku stepped in, your burglary success has gone down quite dramatically.

You’re not quite sure when it happened, but one day you started to look forward to seeing that irritating crystal green eyes stare back at you with that intense ferocity he always did.

The way his muscles clenched around your form when he tried to pin you down.

The positions he’d put you in to stop squirming out of his grasp.

The commands he’d call would make you melt ever so slightly.

Your not quite sure when it happened. All you know is that one day you wanted to be trapped under those muscular arms, pinned into an impossible position as he make commands whilst pounding into your tight little hole.

There was something just oh so delicious about it all.

Corrupting the international hero everyone loved.

What would they think of their precious Deku sweating and whimpering under the devious villain as she milks him of all his essence?

These are the dirty thoughts that plague your mind regularly.

But atlas this is just a mere fantasy.

Deku would never sink to that level.

You will always remain at arms length… or so you thought.

It was just like every other night, you had stolen a precious relic and here is god-damn-Deku to save the god-damn-day.

This night you were really hoping not to see him.

You were holding The Koh-i-Noor, the maharaja had secretly commissioned you to steal the diamond from the English Sovereignty Exhibit which is hosted in Japan. This isn’t just some random pay-day, this is a middle finger directly to the English monarch and there was no way Deku is going to ruin this heist for you.

“I’ll give you one chance to return the diamond, do it now, or I won’t go easy on you.” Deku exclaims as electricity whips off his form. A playful gasp escapes your lips at his threat.

“Oh silly Deku, I’ll never want you to go easy on me. I’ll always want you to take me the hard way~” You coo as you dash across the roof onto the next.

“Must you flirt with every hero? I’m being serious, you’ve gone too far this time.” His teeth clench making his jawline taut in that way that makes you swoon inside.

“Now, now, don’t be jealous. My flirtatious are reserved for yours truely.” You turn around and flash him a cheeky smile and avoid his narrow kick into your frame. “Why would I flirt with anyone else? Your the only one I want to be pretzeled under your heavenly thighs.”

Making a mad dash for the staircase you make haste for the fire exit only to be pushed down onto the concrete below your feet. You splay flat across the floor as you take the impact of your fall, quickly kneeing into the ground ready to take off at a mad speed again, only for Deku to grab your head and push it back down.

You hold your arm out-stretched placing the diamond as far away from Dekus’ reach, back arching, hips high in the air. You feel Deku press his hand down onto your neck from behind to prevent your escape. His fingers stretched out the the relic you are holding onto in sheer desperation. You lock your legs around Deku and push your hips back into him to create some distance from the relic.

Deku groans as your ass slides across his crotch, his fingers quickly fleeting to wrap tightly around your hips and he unconsciously pulls your hips harshly back into his crotch once again.

A sudden blush shoots across your face.

Utter shock shrouds you as you finally feel and hear Dekus’ arousal.

More than that, he actually grabbed your hips and pressed it into his bludge for a second feel.

A sly grin spreads across your face as you lean over and look over your shoulder to see an very pink and embarrassed Deku pulling away from you.

“Oh god, oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” Panic fills him as he crumbles at his pathetic actions. “I can’t believe I just did that! Im so sorry!”

He falls back on his butt as you slowly rise onto your hands and knees, slowly crawling towards him like a hungry jaguar. “Oh Deku, you naughty boy!” Your laughter was teasing. Crawling between his legs, you begin to straddle him and continue your teasing taunts. “I can’t believe our precious hero just pressed his fat bulge into a villains ass, what would your fans think?” He began to whimper at your words as you began to slowly rut against his hips.

“I-I- d-didn’t mean too!”

You smile a the pitiful display beneath you. Deku looking incredibly pitiful as his hands wrap around your hips once again to add extra friction to your rutting. He begs for forgiveness whilst he is still whimpering and pressing his harden bulge against you. “My precious Deku, why are you lowering yourself to rubbing up against a villain? Are you not taking care of your needs properly?” He gives a shameful nod as he diverts his gave downwards. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’ll happily take care of you, just sit back and relax.”

Sliding off his lap you free his member from his suit, cupping his balls you rub them expertly in your hands, earning you an explicit moan. “Oh my, I didn’t realise how severe this case would be. You poor thing.” You wrap your hand around his raging boner and begin to slowly stroke him as you lock your eyes onto him. Placing his tip to your lips you give the smallest of licks. Deku rolls his head back and groans at the sensation. “I want you to look me in my eyes when I suck your cock for the first time.” He rolls his head back and looks at you.

Mouth widening, your mouth sinks on his veiny boner earning your Dekus s’ precious whimpers. Nose touching you pull your mouth back as Deku throws his head back once against, clutching the back of your neck, continuing to guide yourself along his shaft.

This was fun.

Your imagination could not have prepared you for the delicious sight before you. Your precious hero, clutching desperately at your hair, his face turning an impossible pink. His teeth gritting in desperation as you suck away at his weeping cock.

“Please- haft cum.” You nod and hum in agreement. Deku moans at the sight, his chest heaving heavy breathes. His muscles clench under the pleasure of it all as he releases his load down your throat. Swallowing eagerly you lick his tip collecting the final bead of cum adorning his shaft.

“You make me feel so hot, I’ve always dreamt of riding that gorgeous face of yours, do you mind?” Delirious from his unloading, he slides onto his back, waving for you to join.

Freeing your self from your confines you lower yourself slowly to Deku. He grabs your meaty thighs in haste and slams you into his mouth. Rolling your body down into his mouth you lull your head back at the sensation. His slimy tongue encircling your swollen clit, he sucks and nips at your box as you continue to ride his face. A warm sensation spreads across your thighs and crawls slowly up your abdomen.

“Deku your tongue feels so fucking good!” You praise, pressing your hips into his mouth. “Too fucking good!” You moan as a coil tightens in your tummy. Your so close to the edge. “Lemme ride your dick, I wanna ride your dick.” You whine as your squirm on top of his tongue. His fingers press bruises into your thighs, locking your pussy onto his face. “Mh-!” The coil in your stomach snaps releasing heat across your body.

Shuddering, Deku pulls his mouth away from your box and flips you onto your back. He grabs your ankles and drags your form to line himself up. He presses his tip to your slit and slides it along your sopping core. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks.

It was funny.

Too funny to hear the dirty words ‘fuck’ falling from his mouth and it was too funny that he’d had asked such a stupid question. A heavy laughter erupts from your lips at the absurdity of his words.

“Yes Deku. Incase you didn’t notice, I’m absolutely wet for you.” That’s all he needed to hear. Slamming his fat shaft down your tight slit. You choke on a moan as he bottoms your tight hole.

“S-s-so good.” He exclaims as he continues to pound into your weeping hole.

This scene was filthy.

You laying on your back as Japans number one hero holds you by your ankles, slamming his hard cock mercilessly into your sweet gummy cunt.

The cacophony of moans and groans that escape each other as you rut mindlessly into into one another, searching desperately for your highs. Using each other unapologetically.

Deku presses the back of your thighs into your torso as he begins to slam into you. The new angle pressing his thick dick into that sweet sponge spot. “Oh fuck Deku- your cock feels so fucking good, mh gonna fucking cum on you. Mh gonna cum.” You whimper as his tip rubs desperately against your special spot.

“Mh sorry- haft cum. Pulling out.” Your hands wrap around his arm, pressing painfully into his flesh.

“Don’t you fucking dare pull out.” You threaten, as your back arches, head throwing back at the coil retightening.

“Hafta cum- sorry!” Deku pulls out with a second to spare spraying his hot cum all over your stomach with a defeated groan.

Anger fills you as your orgasm rescinds back. You push Deku onto his back and straddle him. “Naughty boy! If you just came in me I would’ve had the best orgasm and could’ve just taken a pill!” A shameful blush cross his face and you begin to line up his member and slide down.

“Ah too sem-sensitive.” He squirms pitifully beneath you.

“Good!” You bite back viciously, as your hips slam down his lap at a delectable speed. His shaft rubbing against your sponge spot once again. Your orgasm is fast approaching. Looking down at Deku, he continues to mewl and squirm under your ferocious sex. “What is it?!”

“Too-too much!” He whines.

“Want me to stop?” He sniffles and shakes his head.

“Good. Then be a good little bottom and let me fuck you dumb.” A small cry escapes him at your words.

Poor precious pathetic little Deku. Whining how it’s too much, but moaning and rutting against your slick sex. It’s all too much. Seeing your precious little hero howling at the overstimulation. His eyes rolling back, the slight dribble that is escaping his mouth. Swear dripping down him.

It was so fucking unbelievably hot.

Your coil snaps harshly, a fire spreads ruthlessly across your abdomen making you come undone too fast. “Fuck!” You scream.

You coat Deku in your essence, your stickiness dripping down his thighs. The feeling of your fluttering walls clenching intoxicatingly. He looks up at your o face making him cream instantly on the spot.

Your hips slow to a halt as you come down from your high.

Both breathing heavily you roll off to his side and press a wet kiss to his lips, he leans into your mouth desperately.

“That- that was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Thank you.” You whisper pressing another kiss into his cheek. “Same here.”

You tiredly move to stand only for your legs to wobble as you stand. You fix your costume and pick up the diamond once again you give Deku a small wave.

“Your not leaving already are you?” You swear Deku looked almost upset, but his voice remained neutral.

“Hafta- I can’t let you arrest me for a rightful crime” You pause looking at Deku one last time. “Don’t look so upset my little lamb- you’ll see me again I promise.”

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“How could Japans number one hero let a low class villain escape with our precious diamond!” The museums director is sweating and yelling angrily. The hero’s representative sigh and message their temples.

“A heros protection does not guarantee any outcomes. We will investigate this matter and provide a incident report.” The directors fist slams into the table.

“Screw your incident report! I paid a lot of money for your failure of a service- oh Y/n! Thank goodness you are here!” Deku looks up at the familiar figure entering the room holding a tablet and one hand. “What does the security footage show?!”

His heart sinks in his chest.

“The feeds show Deku pursing the thief only for the cameras to malfunction soon after- IT confirms its impossible to retrieve further data.” The directors vein pops from his head, teeth clenching together an angry hiss escapes his lips.

“Get this useless hero out of here! I should’ve just hired Dynamight to begin with!”

“Director~ if I may. Deku saw and fought the villain himself. It would be best if Deku investigates the incident further rather than involving a second party in-“

“Non-sense. Dynamight has done excellent work for us in the past, the one time he wasn’t available for service this goes and happens.” The director grabbed the woman’s hands and began stroking it. “My dear Y/n I’m so sorry. I know how hard you worked on curating the English Sovereignty Exhibit only for some low life to come in and ruin all your hard work.”

“Fear not Director, I have full faith Deku will solve-“

“No! Deku, your fired! We are locking down the museum and contracting Dynamight first thing in the morning! Y/n my dear, please attend tomorrows contract meeting, I would like you to provide a report to Dynamight on the Koh-i-noor, please ensure you provide a full analysis on its significance and who may want it.”

The director takes his leave with his secretary in tow. You look towards a defeated Deku seeing his representative give him a small pay. “Head up, we can’t always win. Meet me in the car when your ready, we will drop you home.” She gives Deku a small smile and takes her jacket leaving you two in the room.

“I’m sorry for-“

“No need to be sorry my little lamb.” Deku whips his head up instantly, looking at your face his eyes drinking into your grinning face. You had placed a finger to your lips and point to the camera before moving your hand out in front of you. “I’m sorry things had to end this way. Thank you for your services, I trust we can continue working together another time.” She says teasingly.

Deku shakes her hand, feeling a small chip being pressed into his palm. She yanks his arms forward, leaning into his ear she whispers. “Hold onto our tape for me.”

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liyuesbian · 3 years

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✧ pygmalion!au [ningguang]

notes: btw idk how commissions from museums work i just made the process up LMAO and this one's kinda angsty? i mean, it is the pygmalion greek myth so iykyk. also, i describe this figurine of ningguang here but w/o the colour... i've linked it in case any1 needs the reference. (btw, this is not set in ancient greece specifically)

only yesterday had you been commissioned by an art gallery in the capital to create a piece for their up-and-coming collection titled desire, love and identity. yet here you are, slaving away to make the perfect image you had in your head come into fruition. your vision is exquisite once sketched on paper—you can't find any faults in it so you take the risk.

as soon as your chisel meets the marble, a feeling so invigorating dominates your body. no further references are necessary as you place your trust entirely on your hands, coarse from the labour. you find such mindless toil addicting and you work day and night, only stopping for a half-baked meal and the odd collapse into bed.

for months, love streams out of the tips of your fingers and through your sculpting tools to arrive at the stone figure. you sincerely hope the intimate emotion has been reached.

when you finish, you wipe the bead of sweat running down your forehead, rest the other palm on your hip and take slow steps backwards all while maintaining eye contact with the statue. a wave of sweet relief hits you and you fall to the floor, uncontrollably sobbing into tired hands that still grip the hammer and chisel.

it's beautiful.

you stagger, struggling to get up with your bruised knees while clumsily wiping the tears off your stained cheeks. setting the instruments aside, you lift your head to admire your handiwork up close. a woman made of stone sits elegantly atop an oriental chair, crossing her smooth, white legs over each other. her left elbow is propped on the arm of the chair while on the other side, a long smoking pipe is balanced between gloved fingers. around her lies an assortment of objects: a vase containing scrolls, a floor lamp, and a charmingly decorated folding screen.

you see, you had already thought it all out. you'd imagined ningguang's preferences for a life of luxury, her affinity for constructing and sprucing up interiors. she would be a master of the trades and a woman who likes to keep an air of mystery around her. and like how you increasingly project her to be more of a person than she ever will be, there is a creeping concern in the corner of your mind that you will lose your rationality just as quickly.

the sculpture's body is clad in a qipao with a slit that reveals alabaster skin below the waist. the dress—embellished with patterns and neat linings—hugs her figure and shows off a lean build. the extensive train and sleeves of the fabric are shaped curvaceously to mirror the flow of a waterfall. and her face. the section you strived so hard to refine. she stares at you with an imperious expression and a hint of a smirk. her gaze, so piercing, makes you avert your eyes in shyness but you find yourself gravitating back to her profile.

you muster up the courage to draw closer to your creation and unconsciously stroke her cheek with your thumb, captivated. if she were an empress, you'd be a common peasant—undeserving of setting your sights on such a goddess. you can feel your soul being sucked into eyes devoid of emotion—of anything, actually. after all, the woman sitting before you is not a person but an inanimate object.

the weeks following the completion of ningguang—which is the name you've picked up the habit of calling her—are spent in said lady's company. every minute of every day, you surround yourself with her presence as if she is your closest friend. you eat with her, tell her your troubles, even going so far as to decorate her with various types of jewellery and bringing her gifts you think she'd like.

"thank you," you whisper. "for always listening to me." in truth, you're always so immersed in your work that you forgot what conversations could feel like. though, you fear your art would never be on par with something so transcendent ever again.

you become curious, wondering what she would be like if the nymph in front of you were not just a figment of your imagination.

you perch yourself on top of ningguang's stone-cold lap and trace the contours of her visage. you inspect each crease on her lips and the minuscule crinkles in her eyes, applauding yourself for the well-crafted details. you don't know what possesses you but you close your eyes and press your lips against hers, hoping that once you open them, a living being would erupt from underneath the marble. but, of course, as soon as the light hits your retinas, ningguang is as unmoving as ever.

realising what you've just done, you drop off of her thighs and laugh anxiously. however, you could've sworn that you had felt warmth in the lips of your beloved muse.

"i've finally gone mad!" you cry aloud.

hell, you say to yourself, is it even possible to fall in love with such an... an artefact? you dismiss your glaringly obvious infatuation.

"nonsense," you mutter under your breath, sensing your heart breaking slightly. how can something so painfully humanlike also not be human at the same time? you must've caused a tremendous atrocity in your past life to have made the gods harbour a grudge against you. of all things, you'd never have guessed that a lifeless piece of art would be the object of your desire.

you can't bear to look at the handcrafted lady any longer and with an anguished face, cover her with a large cotton cloth. the plan was to wait until you could hand the statue over to the curators and try to ignore its existence until then.

for a few days, you act according to the plan, going about your daily routine but eventually, your stoic demeanour crumbles. you lock yourself in your room refusing to eat or believe that your affection would never be returned.

during the hours of sunlight, you weep under your sheets, drowning in self-inflicted sorrow. and at night, you do the same, lamenting over the loss of what could've been your true love. she would've been so perfect in your eyes, your other half, and the only one who could calm this growing turmoil!

the reality pains you. hence, you do the only thing you can do: you pray. you pray to the gods for a miracle, that the light of your life would stride into your room and pull you from the depths of despair... but she never does.

your last day "cohabitating" with the sculpture has arrived and for the first time in—what felt like—an eternity, you open the doors to your workshop. taking a deep breath, you unveil the stationary maiden.

it's still as beautiful as you remember.

you give it a sad smile, wanting to get its departure over and done with. you manoeuvre about the room to prepare the things for the movers who're due to come in a couple of hours. while you go down your little list of errands to be done, you cough and bat away the smoke—wait, the smoke? frantic, you spin around, eyes darting everywhere in search of its origin until they land on the smoking pipe you so intricately moulded for the commissioned piece.

it's strange, you don't recall colouring the statue. and how on earth is smoke coming out of the pipe? suspicious, you approach the motionless entity and almost stumble when you spot its chest rising.

oh lord! — i really must be descending into madness! you clutch your head, clawing at your hair in hysteria.

"stop, please don't hurt yourself." the sound of a low, worried voice penetrates your ears. you shut your eyes tight.

"no, the gods have cursed me! i mustn't listen to your poisonous words!" you exclaim. your state of agitation is alleviated when the woman caresses your tensed arm.

"what has happened to you? i haven't seen you lately either." the tone is more soft and more tender than you had imagined. you release your grip.

"is it really you, ningguang?" your voice cracks at the end, and the woman you sought after witnesses your features twist into an expression of longing and hope.

"yes, my darling. i dare not go anywhere else."

helplessly, you rush to cup her face to check for heat, for the blood traversing under her skin—anything that would prove that your sweetheart is truly alive and breathing. and when you do get the confirmation, you beam, trying to withhold tears born from elation.

you bend down to kiss ningguang, who is still seated on the chair, once, twice, and three times to rid your scepticism. oh, deities! she's real.

"i love you," you declare.

"i know." you watch as the same creases you'd etched on the corners of her eyes spread into a loving half-moon shape and you kiss her again.

you reach a conclusion: you couldn't give away your lover—let alone a live person—to be displayed as part of a museum exhibition so when the workers arrive, you hide your muse away in another room. you apologise profusely and spin a lie, rambling on about how you had nothing to relinquish for the piece you had prepared had been oh-so-viciously stolen by a mob of trespassers!

the movers share with you their sympathies and ask what the work of art looks like and maybe they could sort something out with the authorities. nodding, you recount—so ardently—the details of your divine maiden. you feel heat rush to your face, chuckling when you realise that you'd run your mouth for too long.

in response to this, the two labourers exchange dubious looks as they peer at the static sculpture standing in the middle of the studio—its appearance unmistakably matching your elaborate description.

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warmau · 4 years

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slytherin!au san

*this post was commissioned | find other ateez aus here warnings: suggestive themes (no strings attached situation), hp themed au but we ignore jkrowling <3

something crawls across your desk

round and dark and you don’t have to look twice to know what it is

part of you wants to turn and look over your shoulder where you are painfully aware of the fact that san is eyeing you up

he’s always sat at the back of potions - while you sat diligently in the front and part of you suspects its a strategical ploy on his end

actually, you don’t expect, he has told you many times before that the view is just better from back there

it’s sleazy and you should scoff at the attempt of bad flirtation

but it’s hard for you to hate it as much as maybe the rest of your gryffindor housemates might

because

you like san

but

you aren’t about to let anyone in school know

so instead of looking behind you, you take your wand and flick the spider off the corner of your desk

it falls - disappearing in a little cloud of smoke midair

san’s always said he prefers them to snakes, he knows his whole houses deal with snakes slithers back to the ancestral wizards and bloodlines - but arachnids are so much cooler in his opinion

you don’t like bugs or snakes or anything that likes the cover of darkness

the only exception funny enough is ...... well......... san

“so did you get a date to the deathday party?”

you break from thought and turn to your friend

“huh - we don’t need a date for deathday parties. it’s just halloween basically.”

“but it’s so much more fun to have someone to cuddle up to while the ghosts do all their prancing around....like what if you get scared and your boyfriend just........”

she clasps her hands around herself

“holds you~”

you roll your eyes and close your textbook

you pull your worksheet out and get up to place it on the professors desk

they smile and wave their hand to let you know you’re free to go, you say bye to your friend who grumbles in response that you’re abandoning them

and as you walk down the rows of students - you reach the back of the room

you don’t pause when you reach out for the door, but you feel the same gaze that's been burning through you since san transferred here last year

you thought you’d be disgusted with it by now

but you’ve come to enjoy the slight, hot sting

“so, about that deathday party?”

you groan

you don’t want to talk about stupid trivial school events right now

with sans lips against your neck and your back against the cool walls of the greenery

instead of an answer you just tilt his head back up, gripping under his jaw and letting your mouth find his in an attempt to kiss him, of course, but to stop him from asking anymore questions

san kind of gets your point and his hands slip from under your robes lower

until they’re pressing into the skin of your hip and then

his teeth sink into your lower lip and you pull back

“hey - i said don’t do tha-”

“do you want to go to the deathday party with me?”

you give him a blank stare

you hope he gets the point of it too, but with the way he hasn’t gone back to touching you, it’s clear he’s waiting for an actual verbal response

“you know we can’t just show up to a party together.”

“why not?”

his hands leave your skin and your uniform falls back into place, he moves a little but still remains standing between your knees

the sudden retreat of full contact makes you upset and you hook your foot around his to tug him forward

instead of tipping over and into you, he puts a hand flat on your thigh

“seriously, why not? are you scared that people will be mad about it.”

“no - you know that isn’t the reason.”

“then what is?”

you sit up and want to tell him the real answer

the one that has been bubbling in the back of your mind these past couple of weeks

it had really just been for fun, a thrilling and almost wholly self-serving reason

when you let san, a slytherin who was barely managing to pass half his classes, and notoriously known for being quite uninterested in studies, magical morality, or any of the things you held so near and dear to your heart

corner you in the history section of the library

the books ruffling their pages on their own to hide the sound that came out of your mouth when he’d bit down into your skin for the first time

really you had just wanted to do something reckless

because you were well on your way to being perfectly clean cut in every other manner

but now - if you were to be completely truthful with him - you couldn’t just say

“the reason is because im just using you. you mean nothing to me.”

because through all the sneaking around in tight corners

using disappearing spells to hide from teaches and classmates

finding yourselves alone in that room of his

far down the twisting halls of the slytherin dungeon

you had fallen for all the charms of a person you had told yourself you should loathe

but san’s embarrassingly bad flirting, desperate manner of scratching to be as close as possible to you, loud and attention hungry attitude

had spun tight around you

because he was all those things, but through it all - through the bedroom eyes and lips on your thighs

he was one of the most gentle people who had ever laid hands on you

sure, you two could get caught up in a firestorm of young energy that would lead to both of you parting ways with evidence under the layers of your clothes that you’d admire in the mirror of your bathroom for days after

but that’s not what you meant when you described him as gentle

it was his soul, that was at the core, tender

little pretty whispers about your neck, your wrist, your eyes

sometimes when you were just talking there was the righteousness that people said he lacked laced through each, carefully chosen word

he could seem like a wreck of a person to everyone, even his own friends

but you’d somehow managed to catch the moments

of him that were most vulnerable

soft gaze that waits with manner to know if you are comfortable and safe with him, poetic words about the shadows of your bodies, there was even a mark of true faithfulness

when you two had almost gotten caught by a angry upperclassman

and san had let you escape before turning himself in and being slapped loud and hard and echoing

“who was with you?”

the angry voice had barked and san had stood with his hands clasped in each other, knuckles white

“no one. i was alone.”

so now when he asks you what the reason is that you don’t just want to let the world know

why you don’t want to make a statement

that this fling isn’t just that shallow pleasure seeking adventure you had intended it to start as and end as

but that it’s two people - that really fit each other like puzzle pieces

you can only think of the real answer

which is

“im scared. im scared that you don’t mean it as much as i do.”

you don’t mutter those words, you just keep quiet again instead and san finally slips completely away from you

he grabs his robe, hands curling around the green collar

“saying nothing is enough of an answer.”

you slide off the table and try to stop him

but your hand doesn’t leave your side and your knees are weak

and you’re worried that too much noise will make someone curious come looking

so you just watch him weave through the plants, until he’s gone.

he’s really gone.

the days seem to start going backwards ..... even though the dates get closer and closer to the end of the month

maybe its you that starts to function on some kind of made up timeline? because everywhere and everyone you look

is somehow san

the couples sitting in the courtyard sharing food, notes, kisses - they’re you and san

the solitary roaming owls circling the sky with letters in tow - all the letters you imagine rain down

and when you pick one up it says his name, written with the pen strokes that you’ve seen flipping through his textbooks

even the spells that leave your lips while you practice just turn to chants of his name

but he doesn’t .... come back like you wait for. he’s not in the classes you share. he’s not waiting in the secret corners you’ve both chosen.

he’s nowhere and yet everywhere for you.

the night of the deathday celebration - the entire school is buzzing

not only are the ghosts all out to chatter and reminisce about their time as the living

but the students are rushing up and down between the houses in costumes and masks

you shove your face into your pillow and snap your fingers, commanding the door to your room to shut

only to be knocked on a moment later

you shout your roommates name, telling them to get it

you’re in no mood to celebrate. you just want to fall deeper and deeper into your bed until you’ve completely disappeared from view

you hear the scurrying of footsteps, laughter, and conversation and then suddenly a hand grabs your shoulder and flips you over

“get up! we’re going to the party!”

your roommate gleams with a grin and you politely, but harshly refuse

“but your date will be so sad if you don’t show up!”

you spring up at the word date. a part of your stomach flips and you think - is there anyway it could be him?

your friend takes your shift in expression as a positive sign, whisking you up and out of bed - putting something that feels like a headband on your head - and pushing you toward the door

you haven’t seen san for a week

even though you feel as if the thought of him has more than tortured you every hour of every day

so even with the chances being slim, you feel your shoulders tense and a nervousness seep in through your veins

did he really come all the way to the gryffindor tower? is he finally coming back? did he tell my friends he-

but you look up when you get to the hall and instead of san you see

kim hongjoong

he’s standing beside mingi, who is twirling your roommate around and giggling in unison with them

“i-”

you start and hongjoong extends his hand

“your friend said you wanted to ask me to the party, but didn’t have the time. but ill gladly take you if you’d like.”

you stare at his palm

then back at him and the pretty prince’s costume he has on

he’s actually exactly what you should want

he’s in the top ten students of the ravenclaw house, he took OWLs early, he has been interning at the ministry of magic since he was a fourth year

he’s clean cut, gentlemanly, quiet spoken, and just - perfect

like you

but your stomach flips again, in a bad way, in a way that’s telling you

no you don’t want to go to this party with him, but to refuse him to his face is somehow even worse than just giving in

so you put your hand in his with a fabricated smile, that somehow is enough to convince everyone else.

until you hear mingi let out a sound of surprise, you turn and look at him - fully expecting him to read through your fake happiness

but instead he points the floor

“spider!”

you turn and see the spider

“sa-”

hongjoong crushes it with his shoe - hand still holding yours

“got it, should we head to the party?”

so you end up in a familiar place with an unfamiliar persons hands on your waist

dancing in the low light of the slytherin dungeons dorm

which has been transformed with pumpkin lighting and live music where every time the beat drops a bolt of electricity sparks from every corner

the ghosts, always fond of the cold and the dark, had chosen this as the venue for the deathday party

and although the headmaster and professors were looking grim about the prospect of the dorms being absolutely trashed

everyone else was having a blast

drinking spiked candy corn punch and pressing closer than mandated by the rules

prefects were running around casting spells to push people from each other, but they were just snapping back into each other like magnets

and in the shadows and heat of everyone else you can’t help but think about san again

you are looking at hongjoong, you are trying to focus on something he is saying about the music

but the wires of your mind are tangling and twisting and turning his hands on your waist into sans and his eyes into sans and his lips into sans-

it takes you a moment because you’re so dazed

to realize the lips you’re dreaming about aren’t kissing you, but hongjoong is

you pull back in horror and he mumbles an apology - but you turn, sensing something daunting

when you see - against the wall - staring right at you is the gaze that’s been on you for so long that you can never mistake it for another

“san!”

you gasp, and your hands drop from hongjoong’s shoulders, fast enough to watch san turn and disappear through the doors

“san?”

hongjoong repeats

“the slytherin? why are you-”

you rush toward him, pushing past the bodies that all seem to meld into one and other

the electricity zaps just as the door closes and it makes you jump and when you push it back open

the sound and the crowd shrinks

and you are looking down a dark, cold hall

you take your wand out and spark a small light from the tip - “san?” you call his name

legs shaking, voice a small tremble

there’s no answer

you keep going - subjecting yourself to the deeper parts of the dungeon until you think you’ve walked almost the entire hall and in front of you is a wall

something crawls up the side of your leg and you freeze

“san?”

you breathe again - but there’s no response and the feeling keeps coming up your skin, up your clothes, up and onto your neck and then

just as you think you can feel it begin to crawl up to your lips

it disappears and you turn because something like a flame starts to bloom from the center of your back

and when you do

it’s san

a spider crawls across his cheek, disappearing into smoke on him too

you don’t want to settle your breathing yet

you feel like you’ve been bounded to the spot you’re standing in

“you could have just told me there was someone else.”

“there isn’t.”

“i saw it - you can’t just -”

he starts, voice dropping until you think there’s only one thing you can say that would prove to him that it’s him

“i want to be with you.”

his eyes, long and overcasted with pain, widen

“being without you is like being without myself”

you stumble over the words - unfamiliar with this feeling of anxiety that has never grasped you so fully

“it’s stupid to be scared of you leaving me, but i am more terrified that i won’t have you at all to begin with.”

he is searing through you with the gaze

but the flame that used to burn hot with desire is now a cool, blue fire

that is scoping you out, weighing your words in his mind

until he presses his lips to yours and you lean back against the wall to let your hands find his neck

“i won’t leave you.”

he breathes into your skin

his scent floating around you and comforting you in the dark as you drop your wand and the only light you two had is gone

“you might even get sick of me and ask me too, but i won’t because i love you.”

you want to laugh at that

not because it is funny but because he must be insane

to think you’d ever get sick of him

even a week without him has left you suffering in withdrawl, for the first time it’s you who san can’t keep up with

as you kiss him back harder and lick into the roof of his mouth and pull your hands under his shirt

and he has to nearly stop you from undressing him there - because you just want to devour this moment over and over

until the taste of him is ingrained in your memory and you can recall what its like to have his pulse against your tongue even if a million miles separate you

san returns the sentiment, his hands itch too to find the places he adores most but even still

the entire school is a hallway away, so is the headmaster

so he lets you kiss him again, mark the side of his jawline and get your hands down to his belt before he mutters that he knows a shortcut to his room from here

you and san don’t return to the party

but the house ghosts saw you

and in the morning when san is walking down the gryffindor hall from your dorm

everyone knows very damn well why he’s there

the shock the questions the side eyes are all what you expected

but they don’t compare to the comfort that comes with having him beside you again

sitting with him at the top of the tower, legs swinging over the side, his smile in your neck

“i think its kinda cool that our anniversary is on halloween”

he comments one day as you’re sitting in his lap in slytherin commons

you turn to look at him

“wait, did you have a costume for the deathday part - what was it? i didn’t see.”

“oh you didn’t notice?”

you shake your head and san plays with your fingers before grinning up at you - long cheshire smile

“i was dressed as your boyfriend. fitting huh?”

you lean forward and he puckers his lips in anticipation, but then yelps when you flick his forehead

“i think you might have been right about that getting sick of you predication.”

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goggles-mcgee · 3 years

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Too Late: Adrien (Commission for miner249er)

Chapter 5 of the commission for @miner249er !

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The Seine became a comfort spot for Adrien after everything happened, his original comfort spot had been the top of the Eiffel Tower but with his ring gone, that wasn’t an option. Actually many places weren’t on his list of options any more due to his ring being gone and due to his identity as both Adrien Agreste: Teen Model and Heart Throb, as well as Adrien Agreste: Possible Accomplice to Hawkmoth and Mayura, and the possible face behind the cat mask, Chat Noir, became “known” after the whole Protector incident. Paris’s last akuma, and Adrien’s last normal day, last peaceful moment. He had been naïve before and hadn't even known it. He had tried too hard to get past the rose-tinted glasses his father basically prescribed he wore everyday and when he thought he had gotten rid of those he was too blind to notice the rose-tinted contact lenses he himself put in willingly every day after.

But those contacts had been dried and ripped and tossed in the trash. Now he couldn’t even take a simple walk without wearing a wig, clothes he never considered wearing before and some he knew his father wouldn’t approve of so there were some silver linings, and he would slightly contour his face and thank his old makeup artists for teaching him some makeup skills he could do himself. Plus it helped that he had been doing research on cosplaying and what it took to look like other people, tip number one was contouring your face, and that’s just what he did when he wanted to leave the house and have some alone time. True alone time, not supervised alone time with Simon, aka Gorilla, and not alone time at a distance with his mom, which he was so grateful to have back, but with the rumors surrounding his father and Nathalie and the way she came back on live TV, their alone time happened together.

It was wonderful to have his mother back, but it did not dull his pain. Not even her hugs or her kisses or her sweet words could pull him from the edge of his guilt-ridden thoughts. Every day, every damn day, he would think how this all was his fault. Maybe if he had been a better son, a better model, a better something, maybe his father wouldn’t have abused the Butterfly Miraculous the way he did. Maybe Gabriel, because even Adrien had to admit that the man was severely lacking in that department and had in a very long time, would have trusted him and told him what was going on. Then, perhaps, Adrien could have convinced his Father not to get Nathalie involved and to maybe let Ladybug help or even the Guardian. If Gabriel had just let his son in like Adrien had craved for so long, then maybe all this pain and anger wouldn’t be bleeding out of each and every pore of everyone in Paris.

Maybe then the Protector wouldn’t have had to...well, protect like she felt she had to. Adrien had never thought Marinette to be a scary girl, in fact, ‘Marinette’ and ‘scary’ in the same sentence seemed like something out of a parallel universe if anything. In his memories, because that’s all he had left of the girl, those and a broken arm and finger, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had always been happy and sweet and determined and so much more. Or, that was what he thought, that’s all he observed. He never took her sorrow or hurt seriously and it was that thought that had been plaguing him night and day ever since she went missing.

Her disappearance wasn’t the only ‘big’ thing that had happened in the honestly short amount of time he and his class encountered The Protector, he refused to call that akuma Marinette, there was just no way she thought of him and their classmates like that. There was no way. The only conclusion he could come to was that Gabriel had more control over the akuma than usual. Maybe even twisted her feelings into something darker. It has happened before...he’s sure of it. From what he knows about the Butterfly Miraculous, which was really not a lot even with his small crash course with Master Fu after he tried to make sense of everything, the Butterfly can enhance emotions. Who’s to say that he couldn’t twist those emotions? I mean...even Master Fu said he was tainting the Miraculous in ways that even he couldn’t predict. Maybe all that misuse could have changed it.

This could have been avoided . Was another constant thought that hung before him seemingly as a reminder. This should have been avoided.

Anger, no fury, overtook him but he managed to not let it out in a scream, or worse physically on something. He no longer had his usual outlet when his emotions got too big or too much, so he did the only thing he could remember his father teaching him. Mask it. Hide it all beneath a mask of indifference. Before he had hated it, hated the way Gabriel had sounded almost proud of the lesson he was giving his son, like it was one of his single most important pieces of fatherly advice he could bestow upon Adrien. Now though? Now it actually came in handy and Adrien loathed it, everything about it, but if he made a scene out in the open, it wouldn’t matter if he had a disguise on or not. People would stare, people would talk, people would try to help and he just could not handle any of that.

“We could all use you right now M’Lady…” He muttered to the air and himself, a part of him hoping that in some way the message would reach the girl he was thinking of.

That was another thing that was bringing him migraines if he thought too much about it, which he did, constantly. He didn’t just have to come to terms with the fact that one of his best friends had gotten akumatized and promptly went missing after said akumatization, or the fact Gabriel Agreste and Nathalie Sancoeur were basically determined to be the villains Hawkmoth and Mayura by public opinion and “coincidences” that looked an awful lot like proof, there was also the fact his mother literally rose from the grave...or from her coma that Adrien had no idea about, but to top everything off was the very real fact that Protector, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Multimouse, was actually Paris’s beloved heroine Ladybug. His mind was still trying to make it make sense. To make it all make sense. But it was that last bit that was still throwing him for a loop.

He just couldn’t seem to fuse the identities together. Both girls held importance in his life, just in different ways. There were so many memories that were thrown at him that were practically begging him to see, see how the two were actually one and the same. There was just this other part of him that refused to see it, refused to acknowledge it, because, and it was a bit embarrassing to admit even to just himself, he was mad that he had declared that he would know Ladybug anywhere. Adrien had even convinced himself that he would absolutely be able to know who she was beneath the mask if he had just seen her. Turns out he had seen her out of the mask more often than in and it hurt.

To make matters worse, if anything could even be worse , he bitterly thought as he kicked a stray stone, he was pretty sure his class knew or at least suspected he was Chat Noir after their shared Protector experience. Yet none of them said anything, there were no new rumors floating about, there were no news coverage about him in particular other than how Paris was sending his mother and him their prayers, others were not as nice and speculated they were both involved in his villainy. The biggest thing though was that no one was reaching out to him to talk about what happened, to talk about his injury and the fact that the akuma took his ring so openly in front of people, they reached out...just not for any of that. They gave their sympathy, their curiosity, their anger, but none of them asked him about being Chat Noir and it was killing him having to wait for the other shoe to drop.

If it even drops.

Adrien sighed harshly and burrowed deeper into the hoodie he had slipped on before he had snuck out of his house. While aimlessly walking he spotted a bench and promptly slumped onto it. One hand idly picked at the chipped paint of the bench while the other clutched his hoodie above his heart. It hurt. It hurt enough to make him cry and well, he was alone so why not just cry? The guilt, the shame, the anger, the loneliness, all of it had turned into some blob of a creature that took hold of his heart and squeezed. He had to close his eyes, he didn’t know why, but it felt like it was one of the only ways to get comfort. Again, he was proved wrong as he began to remember The Day of The Last Akuma as all of Paris had taken to calling it, Adrien referred to it as the day he failed Marinette.

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Adrien winced as Marinette had taken hold of both his hands in hers, the gesture would have been sweet if it weren’t for the pressure. “ Save it. I don’t want your superficial pity. You Adrien Agreste are the biggest liar I know next to Lila. You knew she was lying. You knew she was lying from the start seeing how Ladybug told you herself that Lila and her were not friends. Oh yeah I know about that, in the park, or how about when Lila was akumatized to be the Chameleon, which by the way Lila very unoriginal and I’m fairly certain you were akumatized on purpose but hey what proof do I have right? And she pretended to be you because she didn’t like what you had to say about her lying. Yet you still didn’t tell your so called friends about her, because you don’t care about anyone but yourself! I learned that the hard way. I believed you when you said we were in this together and that if we both knew then that was enough and that we should take the moral highroad. What a joke ! I am truly disgusted with myself for ever thinking I was in love with you. ”

His hands hurt but that was nothing compared to his heart when Marinette had finished her speech, but the hurt was outweighed by his confusion. Looking around he could tell that their classmates were not expecting Marinette’s words to him. Some were probably still reeling from her harsh words about them but all eyes were on him and Marinette, and they were wide, whether it be in hurt, horror, shock, or all of the above. It seemed like the stares didn’t bother Marinette in the least, but they sure were getting to Adrien. “ W-What? You love me? ”

The hollow laugh he had gotten in reply was like a stab to the heart, he could feel Plagg scratching at his shirt from inside his white overshirt, he knew he had to get out of there so he could transform but Marinette still had a grip on him. “ Men. Of course that’s the only thing you focus on. If you actually listened to me and were a decent human being for once in your pathetic sad model life, you would have noticed that I said, was . I was in love with you, but after everything? You’re nothing but an obstacle in my way. ”

“ Mari please- ,” Adrien tried to reason with her as he tugged at his hands gently to see if there was any slack, again he winced in pain when Marinette tightened her hold, her gaze never wavering from him. The fury in her eyes could practically melt him.

“ That is not my name! If I did go by that name again you would not get to call me that anyways, nicknames are a privilege, they are shared between friends. Last I checked, we’re not friends, maybe we never were to begin with, and that goes for all of you too! ” Marinette hissed out sharply as she finally tore her gaze away from Adrien and looked at their classmates, their friends. It was the first time since this whole situation started that Adrien felt he could breathe despite the fact his hands were in an iron-clad like clutch. He didn’t have the heart to look in the eyes of everyone to see how they took Marinette’s words.

“ Marinette, this isn’t you! You need to fight the akuma, it’s making you say these things I know it is! But if you just calm down and fight it I know Ladybug and Chat Noir will be here to save the day. ” Adrien rambled away, and if he had been paying attention, he would have seen the way Marinette’s spine had straightened, how the atmosphere and temperature felt like it had dropped, and the way her calm fury took a turn. No he missed that all in favor of trying to see if one of his friends would agree with him and help him calm Marinette down long enough for him to sneak out and transform so Chat Noir could heroically swoop in to save the day.

“ Did he say akuma? ” He heard Rose semi-whisper to Juleka who merely nodded in confusion.

“ Marinette doesn’t look like an akuma though …” Nathaniel mumbled meekly.

“ Have you sheep learned nothing? There is more to people than what meets the eye.” Marinette sing-songed, and it was brief, so painfully brief but enough to draw scared gasps from everyone in the class, Marinette’s eyes had flashed from their normal cheerful blue to a darker almost violet color and the whites of her eyes turned purple. Everyone scurried back, even Mlle Bustier, all except Adrien who was still caught in her grip near the doorway that they were now blocking, and Lila who was just staring at Marinette in interest and poorly acted out fear from her seat that used to be Marinette’s. Everyone was calling out to her and telling her to run to them but the girl continued to sit there “frozen” in fear. “ And it seems like you are finally opening yours. ”

“ Oh Marinette how did this happen to you? I thought you were better than this? To get akumatized over me and showing everyone your true nature! Don’t worry guys my best friend Ladybug will be here soon to rescue us. ” Lila gushed out, not catching the wary glances that some were giving her.

“ Oh Delilah, do shut up. ” Marinette harshly mocked in response, Lila looked as though she had been smacked, everyone else was confused, Adrien included. “ What? Oh you guys didn’t know? Liar Rossi’s real name is Delilah, so let’s add that to the growing list of wrongdoings of one Delilah ‘Lila’ Rossi .”

Adrien breathed a sigh of relief when Marinette released his left arm, only to freeze when he felt her grab his right forearm with one hand, and his right hand with the other. Her fingers were so close to his ring, his heart was racing and he could feel Plagg stiffen in panic as well. “ Stop. Marinette. I’m begging you. This isn’t the way to deal with things, this will only make everything worse! ”

Marinette’s attention was torn from Lila to him and Adrien felt like he couldn’t breathe, he was sweating, and he felt like anything he did or said next would give him away as Chat Noir but he had to do something. Master Fu trusted him with this. Ladybug probably trusted him with this too, sure Fu hadn’t told him why she was gone but maybe this was a test or something? Maybe this wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Hopefully this wasn’t as serious as Fu made it out to be, because if it was he was not doing good. At all. “ Worse? No Agreste, I’m making things better. I’m protecting the people of Paris one last time from all of you, but especially from Rossi. Her lies harm people, her very being brings harm upon anyone she meets, and will continue to do so if someone doesn’t stop her. If someone doesn’t protect them from her. Since you couldn’t have a spine and keep one simple promise to be in this together with me, I have become what I needed to be and what Paris temporarily needs me to be just for today. I am its protector, I am The Protector.”

The pressure around his arm increased and he could do nothing but gasp in pain and try to pull away even as he was forced on his knees due to the pain. It was at this point that Lila got up and edged back, seeming to finally understand the danger she was in. The danger she unleashed. Marinette, no, the akuma, the Protector didn’t even spare her a glance as she added more and more pressure. The pain had distracted him from what she was doing at the same time, taking his ring. He hadn’t even noticed when finally a SNAP! rung out in the classroom and a scream could be heard. It took him a while to realize it was his own till he was cradling his limp arm to his chest and crying. He could hear the others shouting and screaming, he couldn’t see their faces through his tears. “ Here’s another lie Delilah told, and it’s fairly recent, but Ladybug and Chat Noir will not be coming to the rescue this time.”

Adrien tried to pull himself together when he no longer felt the weight of his ring, a thought struck him and it only strengthened his resolve to pull himself together despite the pain. There was no doubt that The Protector took his ring, he just hoped his classmates were more focused on his arm breaking than the ring being taken since he was almost certain that the akuma was doing nothing to hide what she took. Which meant if the class wasn’t looking at him they possibly saw Plagg being sucked back into the ring. He heard more than saw the gasps and the panic that followed, but what confused him was the sound of glass breaking-a window most likely-and the presence of the akuma leaving from beside him. He felt people swarm him and ask him questions but all he could focus on was the pain.

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He wiped the tears that the memory brought and stood back up to resume his walk. Eventually he found himself at the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie and he just had to go inside, he had to apologize to Tom and Sabine, he had to. It was his fault their daughter was missing. So he took in a deep breath and made his way up to their apartment, it took him longer to gather courage to knock but he did eventually do that. When the door was opened, the pit of guilt in stomach grew at the sight of Tom Dupain who looked like he hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest in weeks, nor had he taken the time shave, his beard taking Adrien back to when he had been akumatized into Papa Garou. Beside him, the always put-together Sabine Cheng had bags under her eyes, she was wearing what was obviously one of Tom’s t-shirts and it looked like she hadn’t brushed her hair that morning. He took one look at them and broke down in a fresh wave of tears.

“I’m so sorry!”

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theoriginalladya · 3 years

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Dinosaur Brain

I have the most amazing friends, I swear!

The following ficlet evolved out of conversations about Rhys Shepard and Grunt and dinosaurs ... and then it had to have some commissioned ART, too! Fabulous art by @thepixelagora who somehow managed to take my incoherent ramblings about this and turn it into the absolutely most perfect picture of events!!!! Thank you so much for lending me your talents!!

There is more to this story, but it wasn’t quite working how I wanted, so the rest will come later. In the meantime, have the madness that started it all!!!

The story can also be found on AO3 here.

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Rhys drops into an empty seat and starts eating immediately, his focus less on the food and more on the datapad in his hand. Across from him, a chair squeaks and shadows flicker in his peripheral vision. Still, he pays little heed to the disruption until…

“You going all dinosaur brain?”

He would prefer to flat out ignore the question, but there are times that’s worse than responding to it. Rhys doesn’t bother to look up from the pad. “Not this again.”

Kaidan’s chuckle of amusement drifts across the table. “What?”

“You know what.”

Kaidan leans over and stabs a piece of Rhys’ meal, retreating quickly. He chews with a thoughtful look in his eye, then swallows. “Tell me honestly, when have you never been thinking about them?”

“What’s a dinosaur?”

The table wobbles as Grunt slams his tray down and sits next to Rhys. This time, it’s Kaidan who is taken aback and Rhys whose interest perks up. “You want to know what dinosaurs are?”

“Here we go,” Kaidan mutters, rolling his eyes and reaching for his coffee.

Rhys ignores him and turns to face Grunt. “O’Keer never imprinted them on you?”

Grunt shakes his massive head back and forth. “What are they?”

Rhys peeks over at Kaidan, his blue eyes sparkling with delight. “Translated from the Latin, the word means ‘terrible lizard,’” he explains. “They are creatures that lived millions of years ago on Earth.” He grabs his datapad, pointedly ignoring the sputter of choked laughter from Kaidan, and scrolls to the end of the device before passing it over to Grunt. “This is a Triceratops. About eight meters long and three meters tall. They are known for having three horns on their head; one long one above each eye and a smaller one over its nose, as well as a large frill made out of bone.”

Grunt examines the picture on the datapad then glances back over at Rhys. “Looks like a mighty warrior,” he concludes with a sage nod.

Rhys grins. “Actually, they weren’t the fighters. Not unless they were attacked, of course.” He takes back the datapad and sets it aside. “The real fighters were the Velociraptors and Tyrannosaurus Rex.”

“You know,” Kaidan muses as he sits back in his seat, “I’m going to tell Wrex you’re calling him a tyrant again.”

“Oh, shut up!” Rhys hisses over at him. He spends the next several minutes explaining about the two different dinosaurs to Grunt before he reaches into his pocket and nabs the Deinonychus claw he always carries with him. “This is from a much smaller dinosaur, similar to the Velociraptor, called Deinonychus. I found this on our family’s ranch when I was a kid.”

Grunt takes the claw and squints at it, holding it up to the light and tilting his head. “Doesn’t look very dangerous.”

Rhys chuckles. Pushing his chair back, he stands and lifts a hand to about chest level, just above his elbow. “They were only this tall when adults,” he explains. “A smaller version of the Velociraptor, if you will, but older. They were also very bird-like.”

“You know, Shepard,” Garrus comments from down the table, “if you keep making references like that, I’m going to start taking it personally.”

Kaidan almost spits out his coffee. Rhys just grins as he retakes his seat.

Grunt, however, stares at the datapad. “So, what did you do with them?”

Kaidan starts to laugh uncontrollably. Rhys kicks his leg beneath the table. “We didn’t do anything to them. They died out over time, long before humans were around. We’ve spent centuries searching for their bones, fossilized in the earth.”

The krogan sets the datapad down. “Too bad. I would have liked to go up against one of them.”

A week later, while on duty in the CIC with his attention focused on planets, minerals, and potential prothean ruins, Grunt comes thundering his way through. “Shepard!”

Caught in the middle of running a scan, Rhys cannot give the krogan his full attention, and calls back over his shoulder, “Yes?”

Grunt makes some sort of disgruntled sound. “Shepard, what’s a ‘shark?’”

With his fingers flying over the haptic keyboard, Rhys’ reply comes automatically. “Water dinosaur.” A heartbeat passes, and he thinks about what he said before turning around to find the krogan standing there, a piece of paper in his hand. It is an image of a Great White shark.

Kaidan is just exiting the cockpit and happens by during the conversation. Giving Rhys a bemused look, he replies, “Really?”

Rhys shrugs back at him, but Grunt grins, a spark of delight in his eyes, and turns back toward the lift, chuckling in his usual, deep, rumbly manner. It’s quite adorable, even if it does leave both men scratching their heads.

Late in the Collector mission

Stops at the Citadel are opportunities Rhys never ignores. This time around, however, he isn’t tracking down prothean specialists at the university or the archives, but shopping. He returns to the Normandy a few hours before required, not surprised to find the CIC nearly empty as he walks through, bags in hand. What does surprise him, however, is when the lift doors open and Kaidan steps out. The other man sizes up the current situation and his hand shoots back out to hold the doors open for Rhys. “What are those?” he asks, nodding at the bags Rhys carries.

Hopping inside, Rhys shrugs. “Books.”

Kaidan chuckles. “Obviously.” He reaches into a bag and tugs one free.

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rhys clarifies. “On dinosaurs.”

The switch from amusement to… well, whatever the look in his eyes is now – half bemusement, half irritation? – is instantaneous. Kaidan drops the book back into the bag without looking at it and slams his hand on the buttons. “You need a fucking lab, I swear.”

Rhys chuckles. “I tried, but Mordin won’t share.” He’s the first one through the doors when the lift stops outside of Kaidan’s cabin. The new arrangement works out better than expected, at least until this topic comes up in discussion. “Besides, these aren’t for me.”

“No?” Kaidan swipes his hand over the door’s interface. “Who?”

“Grunt.”

Almost as if he’s listening in to their conversation, a soft, “Hehehehehe,” whispers through the walls of the ship as they enter the room.

2186, Citadel, during the Reaper War

While Kaidan heads off to do Spectre things, Rhys makes his way to Huerta Memorial Hospital. After the incident on Mars and his time spent there, the desire to visit isn’t exactly thrumming inside of him, but Grunt is now a patient there, and it’s more important to check on how the krogan is doing. Wrex’s assurances that Grunt is fine aside, Rhys decides to check in on him anyway, just to be sure. Kaidan promises to meet up with him as soon as his responsibilities are taken care of, hopefully in time to visit the krogan as well.

Entering the critical care ward, Rhys notices not much has changed in the weeks since his departure. In many ways, it reminds him of the rest of the Presidium at the moment; hiding the true nature of what is happening in the Galaxy outside of the Serpent Nebula behind common, everyday things like Blasto movies, home redecoration conventions, and the latest varren races. Nothing like sticking their collective heads in the sand.

Rhys enters to find Grunt sitting up in bed. There are makings of a few scars – two across his face, another on his upper left arm, and one more across the broad expanse of his chest – but he appears greatly improved since receiving his injuries on Utukku. As Rhys enters, Grunt slowly turns his bandaged head in his direction. His voice is on the weak side, but there is an urgency to it that confuses Rhys at first. “Shepard.”

Rhys takes that as permission to enter, removing his cowboy hat in the process. “Hey, Grunt. How’re you doing?”

Grunt ignores the question. “Shepard, what’s a kakliosaur?”

Startled, it takes Rhys a minute to digest the full question. In the space between, he pulls over a chair and takes a seat. “It’s… a krogan dinosaur, I guess,” he replies after a time. “Remember the Triceratops? Akin to that, I guess you could say.”

An added spark of life brightens the krogan’s blue eyes. “Krogan had dinosaurs?”

Rhys chuckles but nods. “I would point out that krogan are dinosaurs, but yeah. They had creatures very similar to Earth’s dinosaurs.”

Lying back, Grunt’s eyes close, but he manages a small laugh as he drifts back off to sleep. “Hehehehehe.” Rhys takes his leave a few minutes later.

After catching up with one another, Rhys and Kaidan reboard the Normandy. Halfway through the CIC, Rhys announces, “We have a mission.”

They’re just passing Traynor’s station and she hands Kaidan several datapads. Absently, he replies, “I know.”

Rhys sighs. “A new one, I mean.”

That, apparently, is enough to catch the man’s attention, and he glances up. “What?”

Using his chin to point to the galaxy map, Rhys continues, “We need to go to the Phoenix System. It’s… important.”

Kaidan frowns. “What the hell are you talking about?”

A grin slips across Rhys’ face. He can’t help it. “We are going dinosaur hunting. Krogan dinosaur hunting, to be specific.”

The blank look in Kaidan’s eyes as he blinks owlishly at him makes it clear he has no idea what Rhys is talking about. Either that or he thinks Rhys has lost his mind. Maybe both. “Check your messages.”

There is a hint of apprehension in his steps as Kaidan walks over to his terminal and retrieves them. “Shit!”

Rhys tips his hat just a bit and turns toward the elevator. “See? Told you. Anyway, let me know when we get there. I know the director of the museum.”

He’s just stepped onto the lift and pressed the button for the cabin when Kaidan calls over, “Have I mentioned you’re a menace?”

Rhys’ grin widens and he winks at him. “Not this week…”

#Dinosaur Brain #ladya writes #mshenko #Rhys Shepard #Kaidan Alenko #Grunt #dinosaurs #OTP: The Music Lives On #Mass Effect #Cowboy Shepard #canon divergent #thepixelagora #Dinosaurs and Grunt #match made in heaven

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alexsrousseau · 3 years

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Yes, Ma'am (18+)

A Nemuri Kayama (Midnight) x Female!Reader fanfiction

by zombiesam on AO3 commission info

Summary: Nemuri likes to take her time, and you know that tonight would be no exception. && A blatantly self-indulgent Midnight/Female Reader fic. I had no excuse for this.

Warnings/Tags: BDSM, (Light) Knife Play, Multiple Orgasms, Praise Kink, Bondage, Teasing, Dom/Sub

Kayama Nemuri loves to play. Today is no exception. In her kitchen, your hands are bound to the chair behind you with your legs tied to the feet of the chair in a similar fashion. The blindfold over your eyes is snug, and you can’t see a single thing; all you can hear is the quiet thuds of her heeled boots slowly making their way across the floor.

You hear her laugh softly before a pleased hum sounds in your ear. A gentle, calloused hand reaches around and cradles your jaw. Rough from her years of hero work, you know that hand expertly trailing down your throat has done so much more than touch you this way — and, somehow, that’s even more of a thrill than you could have imagined.

“Look at you,” she tuts. “You’re being such a good girl today. None of that bratty mouth I always expect to hear. I like that. I really, really like that. Good girls get rewarded.”

As if to emphasize her point, she drags her nail back up your throat and traces a finger over your lower lip.

“Open up, honey,” she croons. Her voice is like a velvet grip over your throat that renders your entirely silent. You do as you're told, and, very slowly, she slides her finger slowly into your mouth. Nemuri likes to take her time, and you know that tonight would be no exception. After leaving it in for a moment, she pulls her finger in and out of your mouth to delicately drag it over your tongue and lips. It makes your hips stir in the chair and you quickly realize that it’s impossible to hide that you want more.

More of what, you don’t even know. More of her. More of her hands. More of her mouth. More of that velvety high voice that is enough to send goosebumps up your arms and shoulders.

“Getting eager already?” she breathes. “Cute…”

A soft sound, muffled by her finger, sounds from deep in your throat. But you know what she wants. You try to be good. She’s a woman true to her word - you know you get rewarded

Slowly, she slides her index and middle fingers back into your mouth and pumps them in and out rhythmically. A small trail of spit trails down your chin as you greedily suck on the digits sliding back and forth on your tongue. Carefully, Nemuri withdraws her fingers again, letting them linger on your lips for a moment. You feel her pull them away and listen to the sounds of her pulling something out of her belt that you can’t see. She trails it along your cheek and exposed throat — the threads protruding from the handle indicate it’s a whip. Understanding, you nod. From her other hip, she pulls out something different; very, very gently, she rests something ice cold and sharp against your jaw.

A carving knife. A shiver rocks through your body, and a small, soft sound of both thrill and fear, like waiting for the descent of a massive roller coaster, escapes your lips.

“You wore a shirt and pants you didn’t care about today, right?” she asks. You nod slowly.

She grabs your jaw hard in her hand.

“I think you know exactly how you are to respond to me,” she scolds. She squeezes your jaw painfully.

“Y-yes ma’am,” you sputter. She gives your cheek a gentle tap with her nails.

“That’s better,” she says softly. “Now...let’s get this off of you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

A slow, creeping chill wanders up your spine. She trails her fingers down the length of your torso, starting at your throat and slowly trickling down your breasts before settling at your hips. You feel her tug at your shirt before hearing the tear of fabric as the knife cuts into the shirt, slowly spilling it open as cool air rushes to meet your heated skin. She takes her time with the task until you feel your shirt hanging open over your shoulders.

“Color?” she asks firmly.

“Green.”

“Good girl.”

Only in a loose bralette under your shirt, she hums as you hear her put the knife down on the table and pick up her whip. She reaches around you from behind and trails the tails of the whip up your torso. Goosebumps erupt up your skin as you shiver and let out a soft moan. She tickles your nipples through the bralette, making them hard as you lean your head back with a quiet sigh.

Already, your breathing is catching in your throat. Soft, shaky gasps spill past your lips and she’s hardly even touched you. For what seems like ages, she keeps trailing the tails of the whip up and down the length of your torso, over your breasts, and down to your waist.

“Tell me how that feels,” she says firmly.

“Good,” you breathe. Your voice strains — it’s good, but it’s not enough. You know that, and so does she. “Really good.”

“Mmmh. I can tell,” she hums. You can’t see her, but it’s clear she’s smiling.

You hear her set the whip down and pick up the knife again. She lays it flat across your stomach, and you shiver again. The metal is cold, and the allure of the blade sends another thrill down your spine. Knowing she could cut into you at any time, despite knowing that she won’t, is enough to send chills throughout your entire body.

Gently, she presses the tip against your skin. It barely hurts, but it's enough to make your breath catch as you usher a small noise.

"Color."

"Green, ma'am."

"That's what I like to hear. Would I hurt you without you wanting me to?"

"No, ma'am."

"Good girl."

She trails the tip up your chest, and your breath comes in a thrilled, slightly anxious gasp. With a flick of her wrist, she cuts the flimsy bra away, leaving it hanging off your shoulders with the rest of your shirt. With your torso fully exposed, you feel yourself stirring in eager anticipation where you sit. It's hard to be patient, now. Especially when you aren’t able to see what she's about to do next.

She gently turns the knife onto it's cold, flat side again. You realize she must have cooled the metal herself, as it's still sending sharp waves of anticipation up your spine. She presses it against your hard nipple and it makes you whine and jerk your hips again.

"More," you choke out. It’s a desperate plea that slips out before you can stop it. Immediately, you realize your mistake in daring to give her an order.

"Are you giving me an order?" she asks slowly. There's a low menace to her voice that wasn't there before, but you're too worked up to care. The icy chill against your sensitive skin makes you moan weakly; between your thighs, you're already growing damp.

"Just keep going," you breathe desperately. You’re wet - you can feel it in your pants. All you can think about is her mouth and hands working over your body with relentless touches. Nemuri huffs a laugh.

"Interesting that you think you can give me orders."

You whimper under your breath. Despite the fact that you know your mistake, there’s still a slight thrill to disobeying her — to being bratty and falsifying your own sense of control. She walks around to the front of you and quickly cuts off your pants and underwear, making you gasp. The movement is swift enough that it could draw blood, but Nemuri doesn’t even knick your skin.

With a satisfied hum, she pockets the blade. Behind you, you hear her turn on the kitchen faucet. A metal sliding sound comes from the sink, and the sound of the hand-held dishwashing jet sounds. You hear her click the little knob on the side.

“I think I’ll just keep my hair tie right around the handle of this handy water jet - that should keep it turned on for a bit.” She drags your chair closer to the sound of the water as your face screws up in question. Before you can form any words, the sensation of water trickling down your clit and onto the floor makes you gasp. It’s gentle - she must have kept the extendable faucet on a low setting. You gasp as the soft pulse of water rushes against your clit — just gentle enough to make you stir and roll your hips.

"I think I’ll keep this here for a little bit while I go and get a couple of things,” she hums. “And maybe it will teach you to behave yourself.” Carefully, she removes the blindfold

The water is making a mess on the floor, but Nemuri doesn’t seem to care. Humming, she walks out of the kitchen, leaving you alone as you watch the water trickle over your clit and pool onto the floor.

“Fuck,” you whimper softly. “Oh, God.” The pressure of the water feels like a weak vibrator — hard enough to bring an aching pleasure to your core, but soft enough to tease you like mad. The jet leaks all over the floor and all over the chair, but all you can think about is how good the water jet feels pouring over your clit and rushing down your folds. Pressing your thighs together doesn’t help — your legs are tied securely. There’s no escaping the steady, wet pressure of the water and the way it makes your body twitch and arch with weak moans. It’s a torturous way to tease you, combined with the chill of the water that sends goosebumps up your thighs. It’s cold, and the icy temperature makes it that much more intense. It won’t be enough to make you cum — just enough to keep you on edge until she decides your punishment is finished.

You let out a series of whimpers and soft moans, and soon, your thighs begin to shake. There’s no way to twist away, not that you even want to with how good it feels. It’s good, so good, but nowhere near good enough. You try to buck and grind your hips closer to the spout, but you get very little leverage with the way that you’re tied.

She had considered every little angle, and she made sure you knew it, too.

When she finally comes back into the room, your head is thrown back and your chest is heaving with labored breathing as you finally feel the very beginnings of a slow orgasm build between your thighs. You hardly notice her come back into the kitchen and gasp as she quickly pulls it away and turns it off.

“I’ll just assume you’ve learned your lesson?” she asks with a knowing quirk of her eyebrow.

You nod, swallowing thickly as she pulls out a towel to begin cleaning up the mess on the kitchen floor and chair. When she’s done, she tosses the soaked towel aside and grabs your chin.

“Answer the question,” she says in a low, demanding voice. It’s just as thrilling as it is terrifying.

“Yes, ma’am — please,” you choke out.

She smiles a wide, terrifying grin that tells you she knows exactly what she plans to do to you next. Her hand gently trails down your exposed body where your clothes were torn away. On the table, she takes out a different toy; a wide, soft feather attached to the end of a long handle.

“Let’s make you feel good, okay?” she says with a smirk. You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as she steps behind you and begins trailing the tails of the whip over your body — soft, feather-light touches to your stomach and up to your breasts. Your nipples grow hard under the agonizingly gentle touches, and soon, she’s moving the feather in quick, light circles over the sensitive buds. The touch drags out a tortured moan from the back of your throat. It's softer than the whip from before, and it only makes your nipples harder than they were. She's relentless with the toy, alternating between quick circles over the buds of your nipples and gently dusting it idly back and forth.

Finally, she gives you some relief. She sets the toy on the table and walks around to the front of your chair before idly kneeling in front of you. Slowly, she cuts off the bonds securing your legs to the feet of the chair, giving you the ability to move them.

“Spread your legs,” she orders. You do as you’re told. You can practically feel her warm breath against your aching core, and you want to beg her to eat you out now. But you know that won’t get you anywhere. Instead, you spread your legs and lean your head back as you try to keep still.

She doesn’t lick you open the way you desperately need her too — instead, she trails the feather up your folds and over your clit, making you grind your teeth and groan.

“Oh my God,” you gasp weakly. “Please. Nem’. Ma’am. Please.”

Your legs are shaking hard now, and it’s nearly impossible to keep them still. You’ve long given up on trying to be quiet when you can’t stop your breath from heaving in and out of your chest in harsh, dragging gasps. She seems to be enjoying herself, humming in pleasure every so often as she prods and tickles your sensitive clit with the gentle feather.

“Oh, honey, that must feel good,” she murmurs.

“N-nnh, please,” you choke out. Your head spins as your hips jerk harshly against the torturously-light sensation. You’re soaked between your shaking thighs, and it’s not just from the water. That wicked grin spread wide across her face is a tell-all that she knows just how desperate you are.

“You’ve been much better for me,” she praises gently. “What do you think, baby? You need more than that, don’t you?”

She pulls the feather away without warning, and you don’t know if you want to moan in relief or beg her to bring it back. She doesn’t say another word — she crouches down, right between your thighs, and gives you a little pout as you watch her with feverish need. Very slowly, she finally leans forward and latches her mouth onto your throbbing clit and suckles on it. You yell in pleasure, bucking your hips into her mouth as she takes her time with the gentle pursing of her lips. The way she takes gentle care with the sensitive bud as she would a lollipop between your thighs is maddening and perfect all at the same time. She doesn’t even pause to pull away to lick it. It’s mortifying how fast it takes you to cum with the hot, wet movement of her mouth working so gently over you — but when you do, it makes your back arch painfully in the chair.

“Fuck. Oh my God, fuck,” you babble. She keeps sucking, even after you come down from your orgasm — and, God, you know one won’t be enough. Your body is still hot and on-edge, desperate for something after the relentless teasing it endured only minutes before.

“Good girl,” she hums gently. She looks up at you with a wicked smirk, clearly pleased. Your hips twitch, and your breathing is still heavy and labored as you look down at her in disbelief.

“That wasn’t enough, was it?” she asks softly. She cups your jaw with her hand and you shake your head.

“No, ma’am, it wasn’t. Felt so good,” you babble.

She laughs gently, trailing her hand down to toy idly with your nipple. It makes you whimper and squirm in the chair.

“God, look at you. Your clothes hanging off of you, all wet and hot between your thighs.”

She stands up to walk behind you and quickly cuts the ropes binding your hands to the chair. She places a finger under your chin and guides you to stand up as she comes back around to face you again.

“Take off my corset.”

With shaking hands, you nod and lift your hands up to her back to fumble with the ties. Unlacing the garment takes a moment, but soon, the corset comes undone and you’re able to pull it off and drop it to the floor.

“Good girl. Now, kneel down and undo my garter belts and take off my boots.”

She sits down on the chair where you were tied to just moments before. Doing as she says, you unzip her boots, carefully discarding each one before undoing the garter belt holding up her stockings. You take your time, despite the shaking in your fingers and your trembling thighs. Even after your last, intense orgasm, you’re already eager to feel her again.

She gives you similar orders for her belt. Once she is dressed down to her white suit, she stands up and unzips it, letting it fall to the floor. A black, lacy bra with matching panties frame her body, making you stare in silent awe. Still on your knees, you can feel that familiar heat stirring in your stomach at the sight of her as you look up at her body. You have to remind yourself to keep your mouth from falling open.

Leaning down, she takes your hand and brings it up between her thighs. You shiver as you feel the wet warmth trickling down between her legs.

“Feel how wet I am?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Mmh. Good. You did all that to me, princess. You got me all excited, all turned on with how pretty and good you were for me…”

She trails her nails up your body to cradle your jaw.

“Now take off my panties and get to work with that mouth.”

You nod quickly. You hook your fingers through the waistband of her panties and slide them down her legs for her to step out of. She grabs the back of your head and pushes you in between her thighs with a soft moan before you can even lean in to begin to lick her open. Grabbing her thighs, you turn your head from side to side, curling and lapping with your tongue to reach all the spots you know she loves so much. The smell and taste of her is nearly overwhelming, but you can’t get enough of it.

“You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?” she laughs softly. Her hips roll as you hit a spot that makes her moan softly. “Ooh, that’s it. That’s my good girl. Just like that...little more to the front. Good.”

You swirl your tongue around her clit and hear her breath catch as she tightens her grip on your hair from the back of your head to keep you in place.. The smell and taste of her is incredible, and as you bob your head and flatten out your tongue, you can tell that what you’re doing is working.

“Mmh. Oh, that’s it. That’s it…look at you…”

She thrusts her hips, rocking them against your soft tongue. You’re content to let her use your mouth, to grind up against your lips and tongue as she pulls your face closer to her dripping folds.

You’re aware of her watching you, getting off almost as much to the sight of you enjoying this so much as she is to the feel of your lips and tongue working her open. You let out a soft moan as she tugs your hair harder, dragging your tongue up and down in between her folds as you feel her legs stiffen with pleasure.

“Little more, baby,” she coos, her voice strained. She begins thrusting her hips into your mouth, rolling them when she hits a perfect spot. You work your mouth faster, watching as her jaw hangs open in a silent cry of pleasure.

“Yes,” she hisses. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

Her hips thrust three more times before she gasps and finally stills, pulling your head away as her large chest heaves in and out.

“Good girl,” she praises. She pulls out a handkerchief and wipes your mouth before leaning down to kiss you. You moan weakly into her mouth, feeling like you could melt from the smallest touch. You’re soaking wet again, and the urge to beg her to fuck you lays heavy on your tongue. But you stay quiet.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she promises with a wide grin. “Go upstairs and lay down on the bed. Clothes off. And I better see you playing with yourself when I get up there.”

You stand up with an obedient yes ma’am, before quickly exiting the kitchen and hurrying upstairs. With a swallow, you push open her bedroom door and lay down. Your hand trails up your body before you begin playing with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them between your fingers in anticipation until they grow hard underneath your hands. Your breath catches, and you’re caught in the rosy fantasy of it being Nemuri’s hands kneading you and teasing you this way instead of your own. You reach one hand down and slowly begin slipping two fingers in and out of yourself as you hold the image of her pleasuring you inside your head. You’re so caught up in the daydream that you’re startled when she walks back in.

“That��s what I like to see,” she coos. She’s still naked, save for her bra. The only change is her sizeable, purple strap-on attached to her belt and the chain of nipple clamps in her hand. You stare at her strap on with anticipation. Slowly, she climbs onto the bed and kneels in front of you with a soft order to sit up and take off her bra. Quickly, you unhook it and toss it aside. You could stare at her breasts all day, the way they hang over her chest, all but drooling over her pink nipples already hard in the cool air.

“Play with me a little, baby. And then you’re gonna get a nice treat if you do it right.”

She pulls your head back to her chest, letting you suck on her nipples with soft whimpers in the back of your throat. She moans and begins rocking her body, brushing the tip of the strap against your thigh. Feeling her in your mouth like this is so addicting, you can feel yourself drooling all over her breasts.

“God, you have an addicting mouth,” she murmurs. You whimper and keep sucking and grabbing her breasts with your hands to knead them in your palms. Finally, she pulls you away and sits back against the headboard of the bed.

“Come sit on my lap. You’re gonna ride me until you see stars.”

Eagerly, you climb into her lap with a silent moan of anticipation. She turns you around so that your back is against her chest. Slowly, she takes you by the hips and helps you sink down over her strap, making your head fall back with a low whine. As you try to adjust, she takes the nipple clamps and puts them on the buds of your nipples, making you gasp and moan. The pinch almost hurts, but not enough to make you uncomfortable. It feels so good, so tight, you have to resist the urge to tug on the chain. Slowly, she begins guiding your hips up and down, helping you slide up and down the full length of her as you let out needy, shaking whimpers.

"That's it. That's good, baby. Keep moving just like that. Let it hit all those spots that make you scream."

You couldn't be quiet now even if you wanted to be. The soft, wet sounds of the strap-on sliding in and out of you sound like heaven, and soon, she's bucking her hips to make each thrust just a little harder than the one before it. It’s thicker than you’re used to, but it fills you up exactly the way you’ve been craving. You cry out as you cast your eyes down to watch it slide in and out of you. It feels so good, and Nemuri isn't holding back anymore with her quick, sharp thrusts.

"How does that feel, baby?" she purrs against your ear. "Talk to me."

You can't seem to form coherent sentences. The strap is beginning to hit every spot inside you, making you shake and cling to her thighs.

"Good," you manage to choke out. "Oh, fuck, it's good. It's so good."

She keeps guiding you up and down with her free hand, while one comes around to play with the chain clamping your nipples. It's so much at once, and the near-overwhelming sensation leaves you choked and breathless for more. She tugs on the toy just enough to make you whine and cry for more.

"That's it. Just like that. Make yourself feel really good all over me, just like that. You know I want to make you gush all over yourself, getting all weak and needy just for me…"

You can only let out a harsh cry. Your body is shaking, and you know that you would completely lose control of yourself if not for her strong hands guiding you up and down over the thick strap. You're so close — right on the edge of an intense, body-numbing orgasm.

"Play with me more?” you manage to choke out weakly. “Please. Ma'am."

You have to force yourself to phrase it as a question, less she stops and continues her punishment from before when you’re so desperate to cum. Surprised, she hums in approval and reaches down to rub your clit between her fingers. You cry out her name, stuttering out a curse as you try to move faster.

"Of course," she hums. "Does that feel good? Just what you need?"

You frantically nod, moving up and down as fast as your shaking thighs will allow. Your head is thrown back, and you can barely think. She rubs your clit faster as she fucks you, thrusting up to meet the eager rolls of your hips, and your whole body is flushed and warm. Your orgasm is building, and she’s rubbing you just enough to keep it from building too fast.

Finally, your entire body curls and everything feels too good to think. You moan a weak, choked sound as your back arches with an intense orgasm spreading from your core down through your legs. Her expert rubbing slows as she works you through it before it finally stops. Spent, you let her carefully slide you off of her strap as she hums in approval.

"Oh, baby, that was so good. You looked wonderful like that."

Dizzy, you offer her a weak smile as she lays you back and pulls the bed covers up to your hips before disappearing from the room. When she reappears, she has hot tea and a glass of water in her hands for you to drink. Always taking care of you, whether she’s fucking you senseless or giving you your favorite drink in bed.

"Drink that. Then maybe you and I can have a little talk where I teach you how to use that strap."

You flush as you accept the drink. Even in your dizzy haze, you can’t deny that it sounds like a wonderful idea.

#nemuri kayama x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia smut #bnha smut #midnight bnha #nemuri kayama

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krabmeat · 3 years

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𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎?

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜: c!Quackity, c!Techno, c!Tommy, c!Tubbo, c!Schlatt 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: violence, fighting, threats, weapons, panic attack, manipulation, yelling

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎:

another lore fic for my dsmp persona, this wasnt a request just something i wanted to post! enjoy! :]

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CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The molten and glowing netherite dented into the ideal shape that Krabs had in mind. Currently she was in her smithy at home working on a dozen netherite tipped arrows. She hadn’t tried making arrows before but when Techno asked her for a commission for it, how hard could it be, right? By the looks of it, it seems to be turning out well. She managed to make a strong, dense metal fit the characteristic requirements of an arrow that should be light and steady.

On about her 5th one, 4 steady knocks come from her door.

‘I’m not expecting anyone today…?’

The same knocks rumble from the spruce wood. Krabs puts down her welding tools and goes to put on her worn and ripped navy trench coat.

“Yeah, hold up! I’ll be there real quick!”

Grabbing Axe My Beloved and heading for the door, she places her weapon next to the door out of view in case she needs to use it at all. Opening the door, she realizes she needs her weapon in her hands once she sees the man on the other side.

“Ah, Krabs! Just the lady I wanted to see!”

Krabs furrows her brow and gets in a defensive position, grabbing Axe My Beloved and holding it in front of her.

“Why are you here? How the hell did you get past the forest and what do you want?”

Her words are like venom, the hostility practically oozing out of her body. Quackity takes a casual step back and holds his hands up in surrender.

“Relax, relax! I’m not here to hurt you, maybe- just here to discuss some…business.”

He can see the confusion on Krabs’ face along with how dumb she thinks he’s being. Deciding to humor his request, she pretends to think about what he said and acts like she’s taking it into consideration before dropping her expressions that made Quackity hopeful.

“I don’t think you see how much of a contradicting dumba$$ you sound like right now. We have nothing to discuss so get off my property, you’ll lower the property value.”

She walks away and waits for the door to slam shut after swinging it closed, but it never happens. Instead the door is met with Quackity’s foot as he opens it and lets himself in without warning. Krabs turns around and he’s already right behind her.

“What the- QUACKITY WHAT THE F*CK?! GET OUT!”

Krabs swings her axe at Quackity, making them easily dodgeable as to not hurt him but more so to scare him away.

“Well you let other people talk to you about what’s on their mind! Cmonnn, how is this any different?”

“Man, I have no clue! It couldn’t possibly be because you always want me dead whenever I see you! You tell me Quackity, why is it any different?” Krabs says.

He then gets a small smirk grazed across his lips. He knows that she’s being sarcastic, but pretends to play dumb.

“I have no idea what you're talking about! You're really just gonna ignore someone who needs to talk to you? Wow...I thought you were better than this.”

Krabs stops and rolls her eyes, sighing as she walks to a door expecting Quackity to keep up, which he does.

“Leave all your weapons outside the room. I’m keeping mine next to my chair because I still don’t trust you but other than that I won’t have any weapons either. This is the best you’ll get from me.”

The room contains 2 small navy couches across from each other, 3 black leather stools along the wall and a small coffee table between the 2 couches. A big window with open, white shutters is on the right wall and the rest of the walls are a plain grey tone. Sure enough, Krabs grabs a stool and sits down after leaning Axe My Beloved against it while instructing Quackity to sit wherever he wants after he places his weapons outside the door. They are both seated when Krabs nods at Quackity, signaling him to start speaking.

“Well it looks like you’ve got a nice place here! I have to say, I saw some of the weapons you’ve made in your workshop and your work is amazing!”

He’s seated on the couch, looking around at the small room and taking it all in. He can sense the uneasiness from Krabs and it makes him smile.

“Yeah...I was working on a new commission before you came knocking at my door. Some netherite tipped arrows for Techno.”

Krabs starts fidgeting with her hands, scratching her thumb against her index finger. She’s reluctant to make eye contact with the scarred man in front of her. She knows he’s staring her down and it makes her wanna shrink down into her seat, but she won’t. Looking vulnerable isn't exactly up her alley, so she takes on a more casual look but still avoids eye contact.

“Hm...look, we’re both busy people so I’ll cut to the chase. I’m sure you've heard of the new country I’m starting up, Las Nevadas. Everything’s built, there’s a bunch of casinos and it’ll be one of the most economically prosperous places you’ll ever see. I’m asking you to join my country Krabs. Join me.”

“Um...excuse me, what? Out of all people, you’re asking me to join your country? Man, how desperate are you? Of course I’m not joining! Let alone a country led by you, Quackity.”

Quackity tilts his head to the side in amusement as if he was expecting this response. Which he was. He’s not surprised that she reacted that way. I mean, one of your worst enemies who’s always out for your throat asking to stand side by side with you? That’s practically asking to be labeled as suspicious!

“You’re still holding onto the past, I see. Krabs, you need to stop looking back. L’manburg is f*cking gone and there’s nothing we can do about it. I don’t care anymore that you helped blow it up because I moved on. You should too.”

Krabs lets out a long, aggravated sigh and tightly clenches her hands together to relieve pressure.

“Maybe if you would take the f*cking time to listen for once, our sh*t could have been resolved a long time ago! I tried telling you why I had to help build the detonator but YOU decided to not let me speak and instead shoved me to the damn ground and made stupid false accusations. Why the hell do you think Tommy isn’t mad at me for helping? Or Tubbo? Because they had the common sense to let me EXPLAIN, QUACKITY! Our issues with each other are all on you, so quit trying to shove it all down my throat. Either way, I’m not gonna join you. I’m not Techno, Quackity. I don’t team with my enemies, you’ll just stab me in the back later.”

“Your ‘reasoning’ for why you helped is for another chat. It’s funny how you bring up Technoblade, though. You guys seem to work with each other a lot, right? I mean, he trusts you enough to let you live in the same area as him! But...what else is there to you?”

“Hm, well as you know I’m a welder, builder, blacksmith, redstone intelligent, pretty good at PVP and the general therapist of the Dream SMP. I also have my fair share in historical events, so there’s quite a bit to me actually.”

A long sigh and a slow head shake of disapproval comes from Quackity.

“And yet, you’re still as significant as a grain of sand.”

Krabs doesn’t get offended or angry, but rather curious and suspicious. Her eyes squint at him, tilting her head slightly to the side waiting for him to continue.

“Krabs, what word have you built for yourself? What title? ‘The Laborer’? ‘The Therapist’? You block out everyone from yourself, you’ve made yourself dull and boring. You have nothing to hide if you join me, Krabs. You’ll be someone!”

“Did you just completely ignore everything I just said?”

She finally looks up at Quackity, squinting at him. Accepting his request to chat is something she regrets now.

“I’m not ignoring anything, I’m telling you the cold hard truth. All of the sh*t you’ve been a part of was never you. All you are is an asset to peoples victory, and since you jump around so much your help isn’t as respected anymore as it used to be! You’re just Technoblades assistant. You’re just Tommy’s assistant. You’re just your ‘fathers’ assistant. And sooner or later they’ll realize your worth and drop you. They’re going to leave you, Krabs.”

The last phrase sends chills of anxiety and paranoia down Krabs’ spine. Was that really true? I mean, she had always known that she was less than her friends but pushing those kinds of thoughts away were a normally practiced thing for her. Her vicious shaking proved why she always tried to shove away the thought. Tears threatened to dump from her eyes as she downcasted her gaze to try and hide her sorrow, her breaths shallow and shaky.

“Shut the f*ck up…”

Quackity is a bit taken aback by her current state, but quickly tries to recover and recoil with an answer.

“It’s not my fault you’re too much of a p*ssy to-“

“I SAID SHUT THE F*CK UP! SO F*CKING HELP ME QUACKITY IF YOU SAY ANOTHER WORD I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SLICE YOUR TORSO IN HALF-“

Krabs’ yells, sobs, and threats choke to a stop as her neck is held at knife point with her axe kicked away from her reach by Quackity.

“Try to kill me and I’ll slit your throat right here with your own f*cking finger, Krabs.”

Both of them know what he means by that. He snuck in the knife he made after chopping one of Krabs’ iron fingers a while ago. She welded a new one back, but he got it made into a pocket knife just to spite her. And now here she is, being threatened with her own material. Her head is tilted upwards exposing her neck more but not wanting the knife to be in more contact with her skin. It feels like time stands still for a couple of seconds. With Krabs trying to fully process the situation while also trying to not look as weak and shattered as she does, and Quackity feeling both prideful yet slightly shocked that he has one of his longtime enemies finally backed up into a corner. Tears are running down Krabs’ cheeks but she can't wipe them away in fear of the blade being pushed further into her skin. But the silence gives her time to calm down and recoil.

“So, you're gonna take a life? Go ahead. Attack when your opponent is at their weakest, like always. Pathetic. Killing me wouldn't do anything, it would be a dishonorable kill and you would lose a precious member of Las Nevadas.”

His thoughts linger on the first part of what she said, when he realizes the last part. The knife hesitates and releases pressure from Krabs’ skin, giving her the chance to slowly back away from the knife. Once she's leaned back into the stool enough, Krabs dives for her axe but Quackity reacts before she can get to it and slams her stomach into the wall harshly with his shoulder. He crouches down in front of her aching body as she hisses in pain, cradling her stomach with her right arm.

“This is a dangerous f*cking game you're playing here, Krabs. Repeat that last thing you said.”

But no words come out of her mouth. They're all stuck in her mind. Her eyes are squeezed shut and hard breaths are escaping her nose. The words in her mind are ping-ponging all over the place and it feels like everything is both in and out of her grasp. Both her thoughts and her body are shaking- she's having a panic attack. An event that Quackity is all too familiar with from his Manburg days. The way Schlatt was like during their partnership in running Manburg, the abuse was both mental and physical so panic attacks aren't a foreign thing for Quackity. After he realizes this, he waits. Obviously he's not the person to help Krabs with this, and he doesn't think she would want help from him after what he did, so he lets her calm down on her own before engaging in a preferably more calm conversation.

“Are you able to listen to me now?”

A genuine question, no sarcasm, annoyance or malice laced in between. Krabs nods her head while keeping her gaze on the spruce floor in front of her. Quackity takes on a less menacing tone and instead speaks casually to not bring attention to Krabs’ current state, as well as to make things easier and less tense.

“Look, I heard you say something that hinted you were joining me. Were you telling the truth?”

Krabs takes a deep breath. Her voice is quiet and raspy, but she manages to mumble out a response.

“Admittedly, I said that to throw you off guard…”

Quackity chuckles quietly. Of course she would do that, how did he not realize? Still though, he's gotta admit it was pretty clever.

“You’re really hard to convince, aren't you?”

“Considering I'm your enemy, of course I'm gonna be difficult.”

“Well, then how about we make a bet for it then? It is a casino dependent nation, after all.”

Krabs looks up at Quackity, her eyes bloodshot but still wanting to know more of this bet Quackity has in mind. Her right eyebrow raises in wonder.

“We duel. If I win, you join me in Las Nevadas and capitalize off of the plot of land I'll be giving you. As well as pledging loyalty to the nation, following our laws, etc etc.”

“And if I win?”

“Straight to the point I see! If you win...not only will you not have to join Las Nevadas, you will also have immediate connections to me- the owner of the nation- if you ever get into any sh*t and you won’t need to owe anything in return, and I'll also keep the little episode you just had completely under wraps. Deal?”

Quackity holds out his hand to Krabs, waiting for her to seal the deal. She stares at his hand, thinking about the offer.

‘Seems fair enough…wouldn't want news spilling out anyways.’

“Hm, deal. When is this duel of yours taking place, and where? What are the rules?”

She shakes his hand then lets go, listening closely.

“It'll be in The Needle in Las Nevadas in about an hour or so. Bring as many weapons or materials as you wish, but no armor to make things more interesting. The first one to put down their weapon and surrender loses the bet,”

He gets up from his crouched position and heads for the door.

“See ya in about an hour, Krabs. Start preparing! I know I will.

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Krabs looks down at the small piece of paper with the coordinates sloppily written on it. Quackity had placed it on her workbench before leaving, so she followed it after packing everything she thought she needed. A huge red and white sign stood proudly next to the concrete walkway.

Las Nevadas

read the sign. This was the place, she knew it. Not only from the obnoxiously bright sign, but also because of the golden winged man sitting just below the sign. Krabs whistles at Quackity, causing him to spot her walking towards him.

“Alright then, let's make this quick. Follow me, we're going to The Needle.”

To say the country was impressive was an understatement. Casinos, food joints, gathering places scattered all across the roads. The sun started to slowly set about a minute ago, making everything a beautiful golden orange hue. Krabs keeps her comments to herself, but looks around in wonder. She hadn't seen such a beautiful place ever since before the detonation of L’manburg. Krabs didn't say anything, but Quackity could see the look of amazement on her face and felt his ego boost a bit.

“Yknow, we don't even have to fight if you already like it here-!”

“Now who said anything about that?”

The elevator dings, and the two exit the small glass room into the highest and most spacious level of The Needle. The view is like nothing Krabs has ever seen before. The sky started taking on a darker hue, meaning that lights were being turned on throughout the country. And man, what a sight it was.

“So, are you ready?”

She snaps out of her trance, only to be met with Quackity standing in a fighting position on the other side of the room, sword in hand with potion effects floating around him. Krabs nods and proceeds to take out Axe My Beloved and eats a gapple.

And with that, the duel starts. Quackity is first to react, lunging at Krabs and slicing his sword at her. A swift move to the left and she evaded the attack and hacks her axe into Quackity’s torso. Dislodging it, blood drips from her weapon, yet he hasn't dropped. Instead, his skin has woven back together leaving not a scar behind, only a tear in his shirt. Time feels slow but is moving fast when their weapons strike each other, they both reposition their weapons to a flatter angle to try and shove the other away. 5 distinct seconds are gone, Quackity takes a potion from his inventory and quickly down the bottle, smashing the empty glass to the side while overpowering Krabs with one hand on his sword.

‘Regeneration and strength potions…’

Quackity managed to push her to the ground on her back, his sword striking against her axe she's using to block. His strength potion hasn't worn out yet so his sword is getting closer and closer to Krabs’ neck before she swipes her foot at his legs, making him fall over but getting a light cut on her arm.

Both of them are breathing heavily. Quackity’s regeneration potion has worn off but his strength potion hasn't. It's become clear to Krabs that he's relying on potions to win, which is perfect for what she's been saving. Clang after clang from blocked attacks, they've been going at each other for a good 10 minutes now when suddenly Quackity disappears after downing another bottle.

‘That f-cker had an invisibility potion!!’

His steps are quiet and he's making no noise, making things almost impossible to locate him. Krabs orbits around the center of the room, being cautious of any noise she hears or any potion effects she spots. Her eyes catch the familiar colorful potion effects rushing for her, she takes out a splash potion bottle filled with milk and smashes it in the general area of the potion effects. She wasn't sure if this experiment was gonna work, so she was surprised when all of the potion effects Quackity had wore off immediately, making him both visible and weaker. His sword gets a few inches stuck in Krabs’ metal arm that she had used to block herself with. It's wedged in enough that Krabs can yank the sword away from his grasp, dislodge the sword from her arm and throw it out the window. Glittering, clear shards scatter everywhere, and Quackity has been disarmed. The perfect opportunity open to her, Krabs rushes Quackity, holding her axe to his chest. The only thing behind him is the velvety sky, a cool breeze dancing through the few hairs exposed from under his beanie.

“Well, this has been a good fight! But you should have been more precautious, after all-”

For what seems to be the millionth time, he downs a potion from his inventory and tosses the bottle out of the already shattered window.

“-I am a gambler!”

He leans back into the night sky. Krabs expected an immediate death until she saw him slowly float down from the top of the building, laughing in overwhelming pride and satisfaction- he got away.

“HAH! GOOD FIGHT KRABS, BUT I HAVE A COUNTRY TO RUN AND I CAN’T RUN IT IF I’M DEAD! THE OFFERS STILL OPEN THOUGH, HIT ME UP IF YOU WANT THAT PLOT OF LAND!”

Quackity’s feet softly hit the ground, picking up his sword and walking away from the building with his own little victory. Krabs scoffs as he walks away, but not in pure hatred or anger. More so amused. Maybe she would just take the plot of land. What could go wrong, right?

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Chapter 5

“What the? What happened? Oof… my head.” Spinel mumbles placing her gloved hands on her face. Her world felt like it was spinning, in an agonizingly slow pace. Her stomach is in knots feeling the urge to vomit her ice-cream. The pink gem slowly opens her eyes to see spots of lights invading her vision. A groan escapes her lips using her fists to rub her eyes to readjust her sight. Once the flashes of lights were gone, the first thing that she sees is the orangey-pink sky. Her world was then flipped right up when she came to the realizations she is laying on her back in an open field.

Spinel slowly sat up with a loud grunt using her arms to support her from behind. This place…it looks familiar. The ocean breeze blew gently through her hair as she scans her surroundings. A large lighthouse caught her attention and the gem knew instantly where she was. Negative feelings of regret twisted in the pit of her stomach as she averted her gaze away from the lighthouse. Why was she here? How did she even get here?

The sound of crying caught her attention and the pink gem turn towards the sound. In the middle of the grassy field sitting in a tight ball was (Y/N). Did she bring them here? How? Why? Throwing her head back Spinel heaves a heavy sigh, she had to go talk to her to figure that out, didn’t she? Or she could just leave her here alone. Spinel’s jaw tightens at the mere thought; it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Even she wasn’t that cruel. How was Pink able to do it so easily? Carefully Spinel stood herself up and walked over to the crying gem. The sobs got louder the closer she got. Guilt begins to slither up the slender gems back knowing she was the reason for her tears.

‘Way to go Spins You hurt someone else.’ She thought bitterly as she sat behind (Y/N) not knowing what to say. What could she say? Sorry? Are you ok? Those didn’t seem like it would do much for her case. Spinel sat down in deep thought as she tried to find a way to make it better since this was all her fault. (Y/N) just wanted to be her friend; she was being kind and patient. And how did she repay her? By letting her emotional trauma control her actions. Spinel hadn’t noticed (Y/N) crying subsiding as the gem wiped her tears away.

“Y-you know, I was so excited t-to meet you.” (Y/N) stammers looking up at the sky as she sniffles. Spinel frowns as she wrapped her arms around herself a few times, as she sat silently listening to (Y/N) talk.

“For a w-whole year, I…I wonder w-what you were like, and how y-you were doing.” Remorse screws Spinel’s face in shame as she held herself tighter.

“Why?” the pink gem mutters weakly. She has been asking that question a lot lately, and yet she failed to receive a genuine answer.

“Because…because you found me. Right here.” (Y/N) says as she patted the ground below her. Not this again, the pink gem sighs in exhaustion. Her arms released their grip and pools around her lifelessly. She is way too tired for her mind games, she just wanted this to be over. Spinel’s gloved hands slap softly over her own face before pulling down at her skin.

“What are you talking about? How did I find you? I just met you! Nothing you are saying makes sense!” Spinel whines in frustration, reaching up to yank on her pigtails roughly. The physical pain was distracting her from the emotional turmoil she was currently experiencing. Why won’t she make sense?! Why was she being so confusing! WHY!?

“With your injector, when you first came to Earth.” Spinel cries out in anguish as she clenches her head in her enlarged hands. Squeezing it tightly as she closed her eyes still not understanding what is going on. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as she bit down on her tongue to choke back the sobs curling into herself. Was she torturing her by reminding her what she did wrong? News flash she already does that on her own! She doesn’t need anyone to narrate it now or ever!

“(Y/N)…please….just stop.” Spinel begs softly, tears falling down her cheeks. (Y/N) frowns sadly, as she peeks over at the crying girl.

“You weren’t the only one Pink forgotten.” (Y/N) mumbles, this caught Spinel’s attention as she instantly stops hurting herself. Did she hear that correctly?

“Wha?” Spinel asks softly. (Y/N) eyes watered again as she wrapped her arms around her legs pulling her knees to her chest.

“It was during the war when she went by Rose Quartz. She was my fearless leader that was fighting for freedom and against injustice. I was loyal to her and did my best to serve her; there were many times I was nearly shattered for her. Then the other Diamonds sent an attack to the Earth, it left my allies, and friends corrupted.” (Y/N) voice shook with anger as new hot tears cascade down her cheeks.

“Corrupted?” Spinel heard about gems becoming corrupted but she never witnessed it. The (C/G) gem nods as she reaches behind to unzips her dress. Spinel’s face flushed a dark pink as she averts her eyes away. She was getting really tired of asking questions. It didn’t seem like it was getting her anywhere

“I was fighting the corruption; I was doing my very damn best to maintain control, but it was no good. My view on the world warped for the worse and my rationality was slipping into madness. I couldn’t keep it together and Rose didn’t want the other gems to see me that way. So she took me here to this very hilltop to keep me safe. My powers were on the fritz and my skin was beginning to discolor.” (Y/N) paused as she relived that moment. The slender gem slowly moves her attention back to the curvy the (G/S). Her eyes widen as took in the sight before her. She recognizes the large patch of discoloration from before, but she didn’t notice the lightening patterns that scarred her back. It stopped just below her gem that rested on her neck. It seems that the scars reach lower down the skirt of the dress and wraps around her front. Spinel hasn’t seen anything so terrifying but also beautiful in her life. The pink gem eyes soften as she marveled at the sight before her, zoning out as her hues follow the pattern on the short gems back.

(Y/N) stiffens when she felt a tickling sensation rushing up and down her spine. She turns her head to the side to see Spinel tracing the scars on her back ever so gently. The tip of her finger brushes over the textured skin, her digit leaving goosebumps in its wake. The short gem sighs quietly while her cheeks grew warm from the tender touch. (Y/N) did her best to ignore the heat pooling in her chest and continue her story.

“Rose would visit me in the lighthouse to check up on me, but one day I accidentally addressed her as Pink Diamond and I saw the fear in her eyes when I did. I knew of her true identity and I was sworn to secrecy, but I became a liability. So I begged her to poof me, she had to! I was losing it and I didn’t want to be the reason for her downfall. I had to be bubbled and put away with the other corrupted gems.” Spinel remains quiet as she continues to mindlessly trace over every curves of her scarred back, she found a sense of peace as she did.

“But she didn’t do that!” (Y/N) cries, jolting Spinel out her daydream, her eyes sadden as she watched (Y/G) shoulder’s shake.

“She just buried me! She didn’t send me to the temple like I hoped she would, she just buried me right HERE!” (Y/N) shouts slamming her glowing fists onto the earth surface. Spinel’s brain seems to be out of commission for the moment because, without thinking, her arms instinctively loop around (Y/N) waist and pulling her back against her chest. She could relate to the grief the (G/S) was feeing, she knew that pain all too well. The stretchy gem places her chin on top of the crying girl’s head trying to bring her some form of comfort. (Y/N) welcomed the embrace as she turns in Spinel’s around and buries her face in the crook of the pink gems neck.

“B-but then you c-came with your injector and planted it on this exact spot, with my bubbled gem only a few meters below the drill.” Spinel head jerks up as she observed her surroundings; she extended her neck to get a better view of what (Y/N) exactly meant. Then she saw that they were sitting in the direct middle of the heart-shaped crater.

“When Steven began healing the Earth again, he stumbled upon my bubble. If it weren’t for you, I would have been completely forgotten.” (Y/N) mutters, she then shifts her weight to look up at the pink gem with glossy (E/C) eyes offering her best smile. Spinel’s arms tighten around the (Y/N) as she buries her face in small females hair. A smile of her own found its way to her lips as she blinks back the tears. Had she actually done something right for once? Even though it was completely by accident. The (C/G) gem adjusted herself so she was sitting on her knees between the taller females legs. The spinel had coiled her arms around the short gems form about three times. (Y/G) cups Spinel’s cheeks as she wipes her tears away with her thumbs. The slender gem immediately melts into (Y/N) hands, loving the feeling of her warm small palms brought to her face. Spinel leans into (Y/N) open hands snuggling into her touch.

“I know what you did, and yes I judged you at first but when I heard what Pink did to you; I knew it was fate that would bring us together. I knew that someday you will come back, and when you did I wanted to be the gem you needed. I wanted to help you in any way I could, I wanted to give you your second chance at a good life.” (Y/N) admits as she watches Spinel open her watery eyes, her face still in her hands. The pink gem burst into tears as a wave of relief washes over her. A feeling that she had long forgotten. Hearing those words meant everything to her. They ringed with truth and compassion. New feelings were overflowing through her gem as the weight of loneliness lightens in her chest. Spinel unwinds one of her arms and places her larger hand over one of (Y/N) smaller one.

“I’m sorry, a-about everything. I’m so sorry!” Spinel cries out quietly as her body trembles.

“Shush, none of that, all is forgiven.” (Y/N) coos as she kisses away the tears pouring down the pink gems cheeks. Her lips pressing delicately onto the crying females face as she pulls their bodies closer. In this very moment, Spinel felt everything. It was overwhelming but in the best possible way. Never had she felt like she was floating but also grounded at the same time. These feelings scared her tremendously; it made her was to run and hide. However, in a wild turn of events, her fear was outmatched by her newfound hope. Hope for getting the proper second chance she desperately needed, hope for self-healing, and hope to love again. The possibilities seem endless and she was very excited for what’s to come. Happy tears began to fall from her eyes, only to feel lips kiss them away. The two gems lean forward until their foreheads are pressed against one another. Both of them soaking in this moment of acceptance wanting it to last a little longer.

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*Bonus*

Spinel lies on the grassy ground on the hilltop, the cool summer breeze blowing around her. The pink gem was staring up at the night sky stargazing. The events of today finally processed in her head; it seems like things were going to get worse before they got better. But things worked out so much better than she had expected. A smile plasters itself on her face as she sighs in content. She couldn’t ask for a better outcome.

The sound of Spinel’s phone chiming interrupted the peaceful quiet. She carefully reaches into her hoodie pocket not wanting to disturb the sleeping gem on her chest with her movements. (Y/N) head is currently resting on her gem, her arm wrapped around Spinels hips as she curls into her side. The pink gem tightens her hold on the short female as she plants a gentle kiss onto the (C/G) gem forehead before checking her phone. She got a messaged from Steven.

Not Pink Diamond- Hey Spins are things going well? Do you need me to pick you up?

Spinel smirks as she opens her camera app, she stretched out her arm to take a selfie with the sleeping gem in her arms. Satisfied with the angle she took the picture and sent it to Steven.

Spinel- Nah, I think I got it.

The curly-headed boy responded within seconds and the text brought color back to her cheeks.

Not Pink Diamond- Hey this is Amethyst- Wow Spins I’ve never pegged you as the adventurous type ;) Be a lady and zipper (Y/N/N) dress back up. Hoped you had fun!;)

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just-a-creep-babe · 4 years

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Matchup!

Commissioned by the lovely @lesbianthespianqueen, thank you sm <3

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

I match you with: Clockwork

Alright, so Nat’s definitely not one to hold her tongue

If she has something to say, she’ll say it, and whether or not it offends anyone, as far as she’s concerned, it’s not her prob ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So usually, if someone else is as blunt & snarky as she is, chances are they’ll butt heads—a lot

Not necessarily in a serious/visceral way, but more of a frenemy kinda way

But for some reason, with you, it’s,,,, different

Like she’s less likely to be so defensive & snappy around you

Maybe it’s the punk look you’ve got going, or the fact that you seem pretty cool & you’ve got the vibe that you know what you’re doing

Or maybe it’s just how attractive she thinks you are & she’s lowkey intimidated by you sksjdjsls

Whatever it is, it has homegirl very easily developing a soft spot for you

The others, especially Jeff, notice that she acts differently around you and they tease the ever-loving hell out of her

She ends up kicking their ass every time though, cause there’s no way she’ll ever admit they’re right skdjdhsl

And when they tease her for it in front of you?

Whew boy, she gets BIG MAD ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

But tbh, it’s kinda cute cause she’ll get all blushy & flustered before finally snapping & chasing/beating them tf up 😏

Which, honestly, ngl, she looks damn fine when she’s knocking a grown ass man killer to the ground like it’s nothing

And she totally lowkey tries to show off in front of you too when she does beat them down 👀

Homegirl just wants your attention a lil, can you really blame her? ;>

Also, another sign that makes it clear she likes you (besides holding back on the snark & getting flustered around you) is how protective she is of you

If anyone makes fun of you or upsets you, she does not hesitate to throw hands

She’s the embodiment of the fite me (ง'̀-'́)ง meme except she WILL fuck up her opponent lmaoo

You might not be the type to easily show when someone’s upset you, but she’ll pay real close attention to anyone that steps outta line

And if she thinks someone’s just a little too rude, she’ll be quick to shut them up one way or another

She doesn’t mind how blunt or smart-mouthed you tend to be tbh

She actually thinks it’s pretty refreshing *cough* kinda hot too *cough*

So it’s pretty clear that you’ve no need to hold back when you’re around her

Honestly, with the way she tends to stick by your side, y’all end up getting pretty close

She loves how extroverted you become when you get to know each other better—and she’s absolutely the same

Y’all end up egging each other on into doing some things you probably shouldn’t do

But hey, it makes for some real good memories 😌👌

Bit by bit, playful insults thrown every now & then eventually turn into lowkey accidental flirting

And your friendship turns into that sort of “I really like you but idk what we are and if this counts as real flirting & at this point I’m too afraid to ask” kinda deal

She typically acts like she’s cool & confident, but she’s actually pretty shy & inexperienced & flustered by affection as well

So a kind of mutual understanding ends up developing between the two of you where y’all both KNOW you like the other but REFUSE to do anything about it

The tension gets t h i c k

Someone eventually has to intervene because it becomes clear y’all won’t do it on your own smh

And it’s pretty difficult at first for the both of you to get over the intimacy hurdle

But once you both adjust, y’all make for a banging couple

*wink wink nudge nudge*

She would’ve showed you some fighting tips before y’all started dating, but she definitely helps you practice a lot more after you become an item

And honestly, pining you down while you‘re all out of breath & sweaty?

It kinda does things to her that she was NOT ready to admit before you were an item 😳😳

She’s much more comfortable doing that kind of thing when she knows the feelings are,, mutual 😏😉

In fact, she loves play fighting with you

Whether it’s playful/flirty insults or seeing who can pin the other down faster, she adores being stupid with you & not worrying about being judged & vice versa

She knows that you trust her & she trusts you just as much

Like she usually isn’t very good at letting people in, especially not after everything that’s happened to her, but she knows you’d never do anything to hurt her

She loves & appreciates you sm 🥺💗

No one in the mansion wants to mess with either of you

Y’all were kinda scary before, but you’re downright terrifying together

You aren’t really a power couple in conventional/traditional terms, but you’ve definitely got an intensity about the two of you—and y’all are intimidating af with it tbh 😰

Even BEN holds himself back from saying the wrong kinda stuff around you

Or, at least, he tries to

Also, like I’ve mentioned, Nat typically tries to look cool & uninterested, but she’s actually a total softie uwu

Knowing you like video games, she’ll set up cozy lil nooks in her room w fairy lights & ~plenty~ of pillows & blankets in front of the tv so you can cuddle up and have chill indoor dates

But she will deny it if you bring up how much of a sap she can be :”)

She isn’t one much for theatre, but she’ll develop an appreciation for it knowing it’s what you’re into

And any play she hears about will remind her of you so, she’ll get that warm feeling in her chest & it kinda ends up making her day tbh 🥰❤️

Finally, it’s kind of something she keeps secret from the others, but she actually loves book

She is a huge bookworm & will absolutely rave about horror novels with you 👏all👏the👏time👏

Honestly, y’all are just dang fucking cute together—

NSFW

Ngl, Clocky tends to be pretty dominant in the bedroom

She likes the control it grants her & how she can choose how to go about things

She also likes seeing her lil princess squirm beneath her while she teases the hell out of you c;

And it’s all the better when you get flustered & try to give her attitude—you just look so cute~

She’s not too kinky, but she’s not always vanilla, either

One of her favourite things to do is tie you up & see how much teasing you can handle before you start begging for her touch

She’d also love to drag a feather up and down your skin to watch the way it has you squirming at the ticklish sensation

Wax & temperature play are both also something she’d love to experiment with, if you’re comfortable with it, ofc

She’s pretty big on exploring different sensations, and it honestly gets pretty sensual

But unless she’s in the mood for something rougher, she typically enjoys some nice, slow vanilla sex

She wants to worship your form and murmur how soft & warm you are, lavishing you with praise & attention between gentle kisses

She will melt if you do the same to her

Typically, she enjoys being on top, like I mentioned, but if you flip things around and focus the attention on her, she’ll get super shy & embarrassed

It’s honestly so dang precious~

If you wanna take control more often & maybe even get a lil rougher with her, you’ll definitely need to talk things through beforehand

What with her past and all, y’all will prolly need a few safewords & some clearly established boundaries to make sure everything goes well & you don’t hurt her in some way

But she’ll let you take charge if you really wanna because she trusts you uwu

Still would rather have slow & sensual sex if you’re on top tho

She doesn’t exactly consider herself the most romantic person, but she’ll try the whole candle-lit thing just to show you how much she loves you & that she’s willing to put effort

Also, the first few times y’all sleep together, she knows affection can sometimes scare you, so she’ll be very patient & understanding throughout the whole thing

Truth be told, it kinda scares her a lil too

She’s used to non-committal sex, although, admittedly, even in that case, she acts like she sleeps around a lot more than she actually does

She’s got a rep to uphold and all

Point is, the soft-mushy stuff is pretty fresh territory

So it’ll take her some time to adjust to it too, but y’all can both learn together at your own pace

The aftercare is top quality too

Plenty of cuddles and soft reassurance, asking if you’re ok and if it was alright for you

She’s really just a softie :”)

Loves & trusts you with her whole heart <33

#clockwork #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta clockwork #creepypasta matchup #clockwork creepypasta #clockwork x reader smut

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rheawritessometimes · 3 years

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Cat Kaeya Headcanons

{ Cat!Kaeya x GN!Reader }

{ Summary } Kaeya is a cat.

{ Warnings } Swearing, Not Very Serious

{ Notes } Kaeya lives in my head rent-free... I am having trouble writing anything of quality lately. My apologies.

This was absolutely Albedo’s fault. Kaeya wasn’t mad about it. Actually, this was one of the potential side effects that he mentioned before giving Kaeya his newest concoction. It was simply supposed to add feline features, similar to Diona.

After an hour with no effect, it was assumed that the potion simply didn’t work. Albedo dismissed Kaeya, so he thought all was well. Thirty minutes into paperwork and very suddenly he was not a human.

Unfortunately, he was in his office with the door closed. A cat, as one might imagine, is not meant to open doors and Kaeya would not meow for help.

Knocking on Kaeya’s office door, you were somewhat concerned when you didn’t receive an answer. He was supposed to be in here, but maybe he had left early. Or he was napping on the couch in his office.

Assuming it would be okay to enter and drop off the papers you needed to deliver on his desk, you opened the door. You were not expecting to see a cat with fur so dark it almost looked blue sitting on the desk. It wasn’t very hard to figure out the identity of the cat, it was wearing an eyepatch. (Which had conveniently changed to fit cat Kaeya perfectly, though his clothes were nowhere to be seen.)

You would have thought it was a prank, but you would recognize that periwinkle eye anywhere. And also when you said “Kaeya?” the cat closed its eye in a way that you were certain it was a wink.

When you approached the desk, the tip of his tail started twitching in a way that made you think he was scheming. You set the papers down, looking at him while trying to figure out what to do about the situation. You’d have to take him to Albedo.

“Kaeya, can I pick you up?” His answer came in the form of standing up, stretching, and jumping into your arms without warning. You let out a sigh as you situated him more comfortably in your arms. On your way to the lab, you noticed he’d started purring as you carried him.

“Oh, well I suppose this shouldn’t come as much of a surprise.” Albedo had looked Kaeya over and concluded he would be fine, he should turn back by the end of the day. Probably.

As one might expect, Kaeya would take advantage of his new feline form. He was going to cause problems on purpose. Looking Albedo dead in the eye, he very purposely swiped the Chief Alchemist’s pencil off the lab bench. “Get the fuck out,” was Albedo’s reaction, said in his typical, apathetic tone.

You hurried out of the lab with Kaeya in your arms, hiding your smile from Albedo. You’d never heard him say anything like that, it was lucky you hadn’t laughed out loud.

“Kaeya, I love you dearly, but why are you like this?”

You had to stop by Jean’s office to tell her that the Cavalry Captain would be out of commission for the day. “Sir Kaeya is taking off work the rest of the day because Albedo turned him into a cat.” She’s not very surprised.

Once you arrived in your apartment, Kaeya jumped out of your arms. “Um, do you want anything to eat? Water?” He shook his head at you and then JUST FUCKING TOOK OFF.

Maybe Kaeya did have cat’s impulses, or maybe he just wanted to mess with you. It took fifteen minutes for you to drag him out from underneath your bed. He looked too amused for a cat.

“What if you turned back and got stuck under there? I should have just left you.” It was really difficult to stay mad at his cute kitty face.

When he nuzzled in your chest and purred, you could only sigh and kiss his cute kitty head. This would be a long day.

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vs-redemption · 3 years

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Crime is Common. Logic is Rare. (Ch.28)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Holidays (HawksxGN!Reader)

Plot summary: As a quirk geneticist, you never really imagined yourself getting involved in hero work. Of course, you never imagined catching the eye of a pro hero either. What starts as a great career opportunity turns into a relationship built upon mutual secrets and trust.

Warnings:

⚠️This story contains spoilers from the manga.

⚠️Some events and plot points have been altered from the original manga

Tag List: @gayforkeigo @marshmallow-witch @redflannel @toyo-shiro @elsasshole @astronomyturtle @iambashfulperson @omiwashere

Chapter Guide

You had hoped the holidays would provide another much needed break from the stress of your everyday schedule, but going home for Christmas only ended up being a solid two days of downtime for you to sit and worry about everything going on in your life. Whether the Hero Commission really needed your boyfriend around for the weekend or the villains were subtly punishing you for refusing Dabi’s offer, Hawk ended up being far too busy to return to your hometown with you like you’d originally planned. So, you hopped on a train and made the journey home by yourself.

Visiting with your family was something you normally really looked forward to, but this time you found yourself in the awkward situation of dodging questions about your boyfriend that you yourself didn’t know the answers to, and giving vague replies to their inquiries about what you had been up to in the lab with Dr. Garaki. Your entire life and somehow become confidential, and you wondered if being around the people you loved had really been the smartest choice, especially given the threats Dabi had made the day you met him. The more you thought about it, the more your imagination tortured you with worst case scenarios.

Even stopping by your old lab did not provide a break from the interrogations. Instead of finding work to keep your mind off the troubles waiting for you back in Tokyo, you just ended up on the receiving end of a ton of gossip relating directly to the problems you’d been trying to avoid.

“Looks like all the top hero schools are doing an extra round of internships this year,” your boss says conversationally as you try to sort and put away the newest shipment of research journals she’d ordered. “I suppose with all the fuss about the League of Villains, not to mention the nomus, they’re trying to toughen up the next generation of heroes. It makes sense, but I’m a little surprised since UA has even required their first year students to get provisional licenses. Seems a bit much to me.”

“Yeah, I guess, but UA is known for pushing the envelope with the standards held for its students, you know?” you reply with a shrug. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth either. Hero course students around the country weren’t just training themselves to face more dangerous villains. At the moment, they were being prepped for an outright battle that they had no idea was coming. The general public knew about the League and the nomus, but they had no clue about the Liberation army or the monster quirk guy that the commission was so worried about. Apparently, the current heroes weren’t expected to be enough to handle the magnitude of the threat, so the pressure of securing a victory would fall mostly on the students in the end. It was just another reason for your distaste with the Hero Commission to intensify.

“I noticed Hawks hasn’t been working with any interns this time around though,” Your boss had clearly been keeping a close eye on her favorite hero. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t mind, but you really didn’t want her digging for information that would put her in danger if she got too close to the truth. “Even Endeavor has been patrolling with three students over the holidays.”

“Unfortunately, his plate has been a little full recently,” you hoped she would be satisfied with that answer. Although it was only natural, it made you feel anxious that she was asking so many questions. All the secrets were piling up and now that a plan for ending all this madness was falling into place, there was even more pressure for you to tread carefully with your actions and words. Even if you weren’t being monitored as carefully as Hawks, there was every possibility that the villains were keeping an eye on you too.

“Well, just as long as you two aren’t fighting or anything,” Your boss hums, eyeing you curiously. “I felt a bit concerned when he didn’t come here with you this time.”

“No, we’re both just busy,” you assure her. Fighting wasn’t the right word, but there had been a lot more intense discussions between you and your hero boyfriend recently. The thing with Dabi had, unfortunately, only been the tip of the iceberg. With the issue of giving up information about Hawks to the league basically resolved, now you were both having disagreements about where you’d be during the massive raid that would be taking place in just a couple of months.

Thanks to Hawks, the Commission knew exactly where the League of Villains and their army were hiding out. And thanks to you, they knew exactly where the high-end nomus were being created and kept. The plan was to attack both locations simultaneously before Shigaraki’s procedure could be completed in order to reduce the amount of damage and casualties in the attack. Even with the element of surprise though, it was sure to be a literal warzone. Hawks had been trying to convince you to take a day off from the lab once the date was set, but as usual you had to deny his request, fearing that you could somehow tip them off about the raid just by calling in. For the plan to work, the villains could absolutely not suspect anything.

Of course, it wasn’t like you wanted to be there when all hell broke loose. Actually, the more you thought about, it the more terrified you were. Any number of things could go wrong, and you had no way to defend yourself if you got caught up in the conflict. It scared you even more knowing that Hawks would not be there to protect you. He would most certainly be assigned to the Villain’s location so that he could play his role with them as long as possible. You would have to rely on the team assigned to the hospital to keep you safe. The only thought giving you any sort of comfort was that, as long as the Commission was able to finalize and prepare their plans in time, both Shigaraki and the nomus should remain in their dormant state until all the fighting was already over.

Thankfully, Hawks was an incredible boyfriend and had somehow managed to arrange to be at your apartment when you finally got home after the holiday was over. You honestly could have cried in relief when you opened the door to find him waiting for you with open arms.

“I missed you,” you sigh while tucking yourself into his chest and wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“I missed you too, love.” He smiles while leaning his cheek on the top of your head. “How’s your family? Do they think I’m the worst for not being there with you?”

“Not at all,” you smile and enjoy the warmth of his embrace for a moment longer. “They’re all fine, but my boss had a few things to say about it though.” Hawks lets out a dry laugh.

“Of course she did.” He didn’t seem to want to let go of you either. You weren’t looking forward to the novel he most likely had written for you to read and catch up on everything that had happened in the few days you’d been gone. When you finally step back and look up at his face, there’s a small smirk on his lips.

“What?” You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“I may have set a little trap,” he glances up and you follow his eyes to see mistletoe hanging above the doorway. Some of the tension finally leaves you as a laugh escapes your mouth.

“Cheesy,” You shake your head at him. “You know I would’ve kissed you anyway.”

“Maybe, but this seemed like a fun idea anyway.” His smile chased away the last of your worries for a moment and you gladly kiss him back when he presses his lips to yours. The way his hands move to grip your sides and hold you closer hinted that he hadn’t enjoyed the time apart any more than you had. The fact that you only got to see each other for minutes at a time when you both were in town didn’t mean much since there was at least some comfort in knowing you were at least together in the same city.

“Mmm, you’re right.” You say breathlessly after he pulls away. “That was a fun idea.”

“But wait, there’s more!” He says in a bad impression of a TV commercial before chuckling at himself. “I also have a Christmas gift for you.”

“I may have gotten something for you too,” you admit. He takes your hand and leads you into the house so you can sit down. You’re surprised to see he’d put up a few decorations and even bought a small little Christmas tree to put by the window. “You know you didn’t have to do all this, bird-kun.”

He smiles almost shyly while taking a wrapped box from under the tree and handing it to you. “Sure,” he shrugs, “but this is our first holiday together and I felt bad I couldn’t spend more time with you. It only took me a few minutes to set it all up with my feathers anyway. I wish I’d had time to do more.”

“This is perfect,” you pull him down to sit next to you, leaning forward to give him another lingering kiss. “How about using those feathers to get the box on the top shelf of the closet?”

“You got it,” He nods as a couple red feathers shoot from his wings towards your bedroom, coming back just a few seconds later carrying the gift you’d hidden away for him. “This the one?”

“Yeah,” you confirm before looking down at the pretty wrapped box in your lap, wondering what was inside. You were so thankful that Hawks hadn’t bombarded you with too many questions about your trip home, or jumped straight to business with updates on the league. It was nice to come home to a normal life situation and have a few sweet moments as a regular couple celebrating Christmas together. Hopefully, after enduring the next few torturous months, you could have this kind of life full time with Hawks.

#Hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Hawks #Keigo Takami #bnha #mha #Cindy's Writing

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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2 part Commission Work - Harry Hook x Reader - part 2 - the masked princess

commissioned by @musicarose

You sat sluggishly at your desk, the weekend had been harsh, your sister barging into your room constantly to rant about…well about you, but she didn’t know that.

And now apparently, Harry Hook was on the look for the masked girl who had run off before the reveal. And it hurt to hear your sister spit insults about you.

You thought Audrey had gotten better, but she still had work to do.

You stiffened as harry sat next to you, doing your best to not look at him, in fear of blushing heavily or blurting out the truth.

you wished you could tell him, but you were scared he wouldn’t like the girl under the mask and avoid you like everyone else did.

“good morning class! Today, we are going to start on a team project!” the class, including you groaned. “now, now it’s a simple research paper, im sure you can handle that, now I will be assigning you groups because SOME of you- “ the teacher eyed the students, who shrunk in their seats “like to exclude others so!”

The teacher took out the attendance sheet and went down the list, marking off as she grouped teams of two and three.

You looked to harry in the corner of your eye, he was just doodling on the edge of his paper. and as you looked closer, you saw your mask from the ball, on top of your hidden face.

‘hes drawing…me?’ you thought, feeling heat creep up your cheeks.

“mister hook and miss (whatever last name), you two will be partners” you jumped, yelping out as you hit your knee on the desk.

The class turned to you, laughter in their eyes, you blushed and looked away. You didn’t see harry glare back and knock his fist harshly against his desk, the class flinched and turned back to the front.

You zoned out the rest of the class, your foot tapping on the ground constantly.

Someone poked your shoulder, making you squeak and turn to them. “uh-uh hi?” Harry chuckled and gave you a soft smile and an eyebrow raise.

“hi luve, im harry, Harry Hook, and yeh are?” he held out his hand, you gently grasped it, mind flashing back to when he kissed the back of your hand.

You shook hands, a blush clear on your face “im-im (y/n)” harry nodded, releasing your hand and leaning back in his chair.

“I've seen yeh before, but I don’t know where?” you sighed, shoulders slagging down.

“im-im audreys little sister” harry nodded slowly, then shook his head.

“no I think I've seen yeh somewhere else…” you froze, hands clenched in your lap. He snapped his fingers and pointed at you “oh, at the engagement party!” you breathed a sigh of relief, then paused.

“wait, I was only there for like- five minutes, and then I left?” Harry shrugged.

“im good at remembering faces” he laughed, it was odd, just like the night of the ball, you had become easily comfortable with him.

“well, I kinda zoned out on the topic?” you gave a vague gesture to him, he snorted and shook his head.

“no specific topic, we just gotta research somethin’” you hummed and tapped your desk.

“how bout…pirates? Since that would be something we're both interested in?” Harry sat up straight and looked at you surprised.

“yer interested in pirates?” you nodded eagerly and tapped your hands on your thighs.

“yeah! When I was a kid I would sneak off to the library and look for stories and books with pirates in them, my dad and grandparents didn’t really like it but my mom always encouraged me to keep learning, no matter what topic it was- sorry im rambling”

You shyly ended, rubbing the back of your neck, harry frowned, reaching out and cupping your cheek "someones told yeh that yeh talk too much, who?”

Oyu paused, looking at his wrist “u-uh-aud-aud-“ Harry let out a low sigh.

“yer sister, she's a nasty one, any tips ta get ‘er ta leave me alone?” you blinked surprised, leaning away from his hand.

“you-you want her to leave you alone?” harry swallowed harshly and rubbed his arm.

“she- shes not really…personally aware? And she makes me uncomfortable and its obvious that she only likes my face n crap”

You locked your jaw and furrowed your brows “and here I thought she learned from ben, ill see what I can do”

Harry softly smiled and nodded “thanks lass” the bell finally rang, the teacher calling the end of the team quite time and dismissing the class.

“the paper is due next month on the second! Have a good rest of your day!”

You stood from your desk, stuffing all your books and notes in your bag.

“So lass, well meet up at lunch alright?” you whipped around to look at Harry, who was smiling at you. “is tha’ okay” he frowned slightly, realizing he might have made you uncomfortable.

“no, no! it's okay, just didn’t expect that….no one usually willingly hangs out with me after…audreys stunt” harry looked offended and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“well, im changing that today, yer gonna met meh friends uma n gil alright? You’ll love em, after all” he grinned down at you “we’re pirates” he teased.

You blushed and looked away, though you didn’t remove his arm.

“Hey by the way” you looked back at him “do yeh know that masked girl from the masquerade ball? The one that was in that blue ombre dress?” you slowly shook your head.

“no, i-I didn’t go” Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“Alright…”

You did your best to ignore his face and the tone of his voice.

Well…uma knew who you were, she had immediately reconsigned your voice and had pulled you into a corner and told you.

She didn’t tell Harry thankfully or force you to tell him, she took one look at you and knew you were scared of what would happen.

So she left that alone and became a friend.

So as the date of the research paper drew closer, you and harry were around each other more often than not. And honestly? Even if you didn’t like him all to hell and back you would have been very happy to have a friend like him.

He had legit swore at a group of kids who were whispering about you and trying to tell him to avoid you.

You were invited to crew nights at Umas dorm, eating breakfast lunch and dinner with Harry, Uma, and Gil.

You were finally breaking out of your little shell, and beginning to not care about what all the other students thought.

You still couldn’t bear the thought of telling harry you were the masked girl, you knew he would be disappointed.

Though one day, when you had to study for the paper in your private dorm room because of the rain outside and the library being closed.

Harry was bored and starting doing….Harry things and poking around your room as he waited for you to return with the books you left in your locker.

As he looked under your bed, his eyes locked with a large blue box. He tilted his head, and pulled it out, sitting back on his heels and slowly opening the box.

His breath stopped as his eyes connected with the elegant mask of the girl from the masquerade ball.

“all this time” he muttered, gently picking it up and brushing his thumb against the nose “it was yeh”

“How did you find that” harry turned, eyes widening as he locked eyes with you.

You looked terrified, clutching the books to your chest “you weren't-I wasn’t- I didn’t!” harry stood, quickly waking over to you and grabbing the books and tossing them on your bed. then grabbing your shoulders, instructing you to breathe with him.

“Hey hey hey! Im not mad, yer fine, yer fine! Its okay, breath with me love breathe~” you grabbed his arms and tried to breathe, feeling tears burn at your eyes.

“you-you're not disappointed?” you whimpered, a look of sadness and….love? came over his face.

“disappointed? Love im happy! Who knew the girl I've been fallin’ for was the same as the girl who stole meh heart at the ball”

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped “you-you- falling for?”

“aye” he lifted his hand from your shoulder, cupping your cheek and gently stroking your cheek with his thumb “im falling for yeh…my princess”

You could feel the intense blush rise to your face, so you lunged forward and buried your face in his chest. You felt his laughter rumble in his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“can I kiss yeh?” he whispered, your head shot up, looking into his bright ocean blue eyes. You nodded slowly, fluttering your eyes closed as Harry leaned in.

And pressed the softest, purest kiss to your lips.

As he pulled away, you couldn’t open your eyes, “yer smiling” you heard him chuckle. You opened your eyes biting your lip.

“That was my first kiss” you whispered, harry hummed in surprise, then gave you his classic flirty grin.

“How bout I give yeh a second one?”

“yes please,” Harry leaned back in, pressing a slightly more passionate kiss to your lips, though he kept it soft as not to scare you.

It was funny when your sister walked in, about to rant once more about harry being obsessed with the masked girl, when she saw harry on top of you on your bed.

Harry just looked at her, gave her his middle finger, and resumed in his quest of giving you the best kiss of your life.

“(Y/N)!!!”

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ericsonclan · 3 years

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Two Whole Dollars

Summary: Violet and Prisha struggle to open the front door due to the overwhelming number of grocery bags in their arms.

Word Count: 1481

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“Why didn’t you unlock the door before grabbing the groceries?” Violet asked as she watched her wife struggle to balance the eight bags of groceries she was carrying.

“Because,” Prisha grunted as she shifted the bags in her arms in an attempt to reach her phone. If she was able to grab that she could electronically unlock the front door. She would ask Violet to enter the code if her arms weren’t also filled to the brim with groceries. This was the price that Prisha had to pay for finding so many good coupons for this weekly shopping trip. Prisha took a deep breath and tried once more to grab her phone. “Because, what if someone robbed us before we reached the door?”

“Robbed us? In the two minutes it took us to get up the stairs and in front of our door?” Violet looked at Prisha with skepticism.

“It could happen!” Prisha rebalanced the grocery bag that was dangerously close to tipping over; a cartoon of eggs shifted within it.

“What would they even rob in that fucking short amount of time? The album of sketches that you commissioned Sophie to do of me? That’s worthless.” Violet saw Prisha’s eyes grow large at that statement.

“Those are priceless! They are priceless to me!” Prisha huffed and tried to get her keys once more. “Besides, Sir Tubbs is in there. What if a robber harmed him?”

“Then I’d beat the shit out of the robber and win but still a robber wouldn't get into our apartment in two minutes.”

Prisha was about to counter again when a sudden move of her arms shifted the highest grocery bag, causing the carton of eggs to fall down. It was as if time slowed down in that moment as Prisha cried out in shock while Violet’s already large eyes grew bigger. Both of them tried to grab the carton of eggs but it was too late. With a pathetic thud, the eggs burst from within, making yellow yolks spill out from all sides.

“AAAAA! Those eggs cost me two dollars! Two whole dollars, Vi!” Prisha pouted and her head fell as she looked at the destroyed egg cartoon.

“It would’ve cost you nothing to unlock the door earlier. The eggs wouldn’t have had to pay the price,” Violet pointed out. Prisha wanted to speak against it but her wife was right. Just as Prisha was going to give another valiant effort at grabbing her phone in her back pocket the front door opened, revealing Allison.

“You guys are back early.” Allison’s eyes wandered down to the destroyed carton of eggs.

Prisha and Violet blinked in confusion.

“I thought you were at the park playing soccer with Willy,” Prisha stated as she walked through the front door, Violet right behind her.

“I was but I decided to come home for some down time,” Allison picked up Sir Tubbs just as he went to investigate the open door. With a soft kick Allison closed the door and followed her moms into the kitchen.

“Wait, so you were home the whole time we were locked out of the apartment?” Violet placed down the multiple bags of groceries she was holding and looked back at her daughter.

“Yeah but I was listening to music so I didn’t hear you two until Mom made that weird noise and broke all the eggs,” Allison started to unpack the bags, putting away groceries at a fairly fast pace.

“The eggs didn’t make it, but regardless of my mistake which I will clean up in a moment, we got plenty of food!” Prisha smiled over at Allison.

Allison glanced her mom’s way then over at the bag. A mischievous idea formed in Allison’s mind and she decided to have some fun. Returning her expression to her usual stoic one, Allison looked back at Prisha. “All I ever wanted from that grocery trip was those eggs that you destroyed,”

Prisha couldn’t tell how serious Allison was being. It was hard to read her at times. But she feared that Allison was being genuine. “Wait, no! I can salvage some of the eggs!” Prisha thrust open the door and began to try and save the eggs.

Meanwhile Violet didn’t buy Allison’s words. “Really?” She crossed her arms and locked eyes with her kid. “You only wanted eggs, nothing else?”

“Yeah,” Allison met Violet’s gaze and held it.

The two stood there for a moment before Violet reached into a bag and pulled a box of Cocoa Puffs, Allison’s favorite cereal. “So you won’t care if I sat here and ate this entire thing of Cocoa Puffs?”

Allison’s eyes flickered for a moment but she stubbornly held on. “I don’t care,”

Violet and Allison silently had a stare off, neither of them budging as Prisha frantically tried to save the eggs. Sir Tubbs gave a smokey meow, happily trotting out the front door and towards Prisha.

“No, Sir Tubbs, it's dangerous outside the apartment!” Prisha tried to shoo Sir Tubbs back into the apartment while not getting any eggy yolks on him. Sir Tubbs completely ignored Prisha’s plea and purred loudly as he plopped directly into the gooey pile of eggs and shattered yolks. “No, Sir Tubbs, bad!”

Prisha’s loud sounds and scolding broke the stare off between Violet and Allison. Running over, they saw the absolute mess that had occurred. The three of them shared a look before Prisha handed Sir Tubbs over to Violet.

“Alright, you little shit, it's your least favorite time: bath time,” Violet walked towards the bath. “Allison, help me out,”

“Coming,” Allison answered, then looked at Prisha for a moment, feeling guilty that she had a part in causing this whole mess before running off to help Violet.

It was a loud, unpleasant experience washing Sir Tubbs. He fought like a true street cat, never giving up, filling the bathroom with loud meows and looking around with terrified eyes as he swallowed roughly, his claws embedded in the hoodie Violet used only for these bath times. After a while the bath was done and Prisha silently used the hair dryer on Sir Tubbs who rather enjoyed it. As she did so Allison and Violet set up a movie.

It was a pretty ordinary night with the three of them along with Sir Tubbs all on the couch enjoying the movie. The whole event seemed to be swept under the rug and before they knew it all of them were heading to bed. But after saying goodnight to her parents, Allison couldn't help but still feel bad that she had inadvertently caused Sir Tubbs to further the mess. As she thought of a way to apologize, Sir Tubbs hopped on her bed and made his way towards her face. With a dramatic move he flopped his body directly against her face. His curvy body slid down her cheek but Allison didn’t seem to care.

“Yeah, yeah I’m not mad at you,” Allison turned on her side and pulled Sir Tubbs in to cuddle. The cat gave a meow in protest but soon settled down as Allison’s mind continued to spin with what she could do.

Prisha let out a content sigh as the sunlight pierced through the drapes and woke her up. She pulled Violet closer and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek then another. Violet smiled in her sleep and curled closer into Prisha’s warmth. Prisha wanted to stay in bed longer but she knew that she should probably get breakfast ready. As she pondered whether to wait a few moments longer she felt the gentle warmth of Violet’s lips on her hand as the blonde gave her a sleepy kiss. She could wait for a few more minutes. Prisha cuddled closer to Violet and soon the two melted into the moment, basking in each other’s warmth.

After a while though Prisha gained the willpower to get out of bed and start on breakfast. When she went into the kitchen she was surprised to see a fresh carton of eggs with a sticky note on it. Picking up the sticky note, Prisha examined it closely, immediately recognizing the handwriting . It held only a few words: Sorry and underneath that, Don’t let short mom eat my cereal .

Prisha chuckled but she did truly appreciate Allison’s apology. Sneaking a peek outside the window, she noticed that Allison was hiding out in her favorite tree by the apartment, a bowl of Cocoa Puffs in her hands. The teen soon felt the eyes upon her and saw her mom. Allison gave a short nod then returned to her cereal. Prisha returned a wave then walked back into the kitchen, her eyes focused on the carton of eggs. Yesterday had been wild but everything had turned out alright. With that thought in mind, Prisha worked to make an amazing breakfast for her family.

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