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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Author’s Note: tried to write these a lil silly, a tad awkward, and very sweet. 🥰

gifting them a handmade sweater — hashira men

Word Count: ~1,700

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: This may be a silly request. I decided to knit my boyfriend a sweater and like I tried my best but when I gave it to him he thought I bought it and went on about how I should return it because it looked awful and was laughing. I didn’t have the heart to say I did it and it shattered my heart 🥲Is it possible you could write a lil something of how the hashira men react to an f reader giving them a sweater they made for them? I feel silly requesting something so dorky.

~faqs~

Will it fit? is Gyomei’s first concern as his fingers peruse the fuzzy material shoved shyly into his awaiting hands

—HEHEHE 😏

—Will it fit? 😏😏

—Why do I always get struck by Horny Cupid™ whenever I hc for Gyomei? 🥲

—The man’s a stud 😏😏😏

—That’s why 😌

—Anyway

He doesn’t recall you asking to take his measurements

But then he remembers how often you borrow his clothes

#you don’t need to ask

#it’s OUR closet tyvm 😃

“What’s the occasion?” he questions softly, slipping off his current shirt in favor of trying on his new sweater

—HELLO ABS 😳🫠

—Nothing wrong w/ your partner undressing in front of you, nothing at all 🫢

“Y’know you can wear it over a shirt, right?”

So sue you if you’re suddenly a tad breathless 😅

Gyomei smirks at the hitch in your voice

He’s onto us you 😵‍💫

“I thought you’d be more appreciative of my method.” 😎

—Hrr 🥵

“Does it fit?”

“You tell me,” he chuckles, “Does it look okay? I’m not bursting at the seams?”

*cue unapologetic glance downward*

“N-nope, not bursting at the seams.” 🙃

“I’ll wear it,” he promptly answers your silently hovering question, “I’m honored by the time and effort you put into this gift. Thank you.”

“How honored?” you squeak

“Extremely,” as he reaches for your face, his mouth curving into a gentle smile as you settle your jaw into his cupped palms, “You are simply the best.”

He kisses your nose knowing it’ll make you giggle ☺️

“I can’t accept this.”

Help this man

Obanai is already a tomato 🍅

Say something nice, and he might just squirt 😃

“What is that supposed to mean?” you huff, eyes narrowed at his immediate rejection of your hard work

“I don’t deserve it!” ☹️

“The hell you don’t deserve? Is my effort not worthy of your wear? Am I not worthy of you?”

You don’t mean to play dirty or harshly, but c’mon

Immediate rejection of a gift stings, yanno? 😕

“No, no, no, your effort is more than worthy! Too worthy! I just-”

Obanai shuts up, grabs the sweater, and tugs it over his head in one only slightly tangled motion

“CnIhvesumhep?” comes his garbled voice from somewhere inside the sweater

Rolling your eyes, you guide the collar around the top of his head, exasperated smile tugging at the corner of your mouth when his head finally pops through

“I graciously accept your gift,” he mumbles 😅

“Yeah?” you smirk, arms crossing, “That was so gracious of you.”

Pouting, he flicks your forehead faster than you can step back, cheeks dusted rose as he murmurs, “I’m working on it.” 🥺

You vow then and there to shower your sheepish, brilliant man in more gifts, more often

Nothing like a lil exposure therapy to quicken his progress 😇

(ofc, you don’t go too overboard, bc respecting his boundaries and comfort is foremost)

“I love it!” Kyojuro declares, dazzling grin on his face, eyes wide with delight as he hugs the sweater to his chest ❤️‍🔥

“You haven’t even tried it on!” you giggle, shoving playfully at his bicep, “If it doesn’t fit, then I can make adjustments.”

“If it is too small for me, then you are welcome to keep it for yourself, and I will commission you to make me a bigger, matching one!”

You blink once, twice

He really likes it that much?

“Is this you being generous, or sincere?” you ask, not unkindly

“I am being both!”

Damn his beautiful, brain-slowing smile 😭

What were you about to say? 🙃

“What if it’s too big?”

“Then I will be all the more cozy, and I will still commission you to make yourself a matching, oversized sweater!”

“If you’re so interested in wearing matching clothes, then you could just say so,” you snort, cheeks warming at the sight of Kyojuro’s skin peeking out from under his shirt 🫢

(bc he did the whole arms-raising-to-put-on-the-sweater-and-oop-there’s-his-sexy-midriff thing)

“I am interested in supporting you and your creative ventures!” striking a pose, “This might be the most comfortable sweater I have ever owned!” 🤗

“You’re exaggerating.” 🥴

“Perhaps,” he admits, closing the gap between your skepticism and his enthusiasm, lips planted firmly on your forehead, “But I meant it when I said I love it, and it fits perfectly fine.” 🥰

“Is this homemade?” he demands

… 😬

“Yes, Sanemi.”

“I can tell.”

Oof 🥲

But he puts it on faster than your embarrassment can react

“It fits,” in his typical gruff-w/-hint-of-pride/affection tone

—Truth be told, he didn’t expect it to fit 💀

He makes sure to wear it at least once a week

Informs you about all the compliments it receives

(you can trust he isn’t lying bc he gets flustered and grumpy)

Doesn’t tell you about how he ~mildly threatens anyone who dares to even glance at it oddly 😃

Maybe it’s not his favorite sweater, but you’re his favorite person 💞

Sanemi’d never tell you this lest you took advantage, but: he’d swap out his entire wardrobe (and that includes his expensive items) for clothes handmade by you and only you 🥺

If you so desired to make him an entire new wardrobe, that is 😆

#he’d pay you, ofc #and he’d only miss his grey sweatpants ~a lil 😏 #emphasis on grey sweatpants 😏

—I need help

“I have a gift for you too,” Muichiro smiles, ears pink, nose crinkled happily

“Oh?”

“It’s not much,” as he wiggles into the sweater, “But it reminded me of you,” rushing off to fetch his present

“Tada!” he returns moments later, a mug cradled carefully against his chest, “I found it at a thrift shop.” 😁

Its coloring reminds you of the ocean after a storm, large and tall with a thick handle, textured sides providing dimension and uniqueness 🌊

“I thought you said we didn’t need more mugs,” you manage to mumble, cheeks already beginning to hurt from how widely you’re smiling 🥺🥰

“We don’t,” he shrugs, entirely unbothered, “But I’ll always need your happiness, and this makes you happy.”

It does 💓

—As a mug hoarder, Muichiro’s hcs are only ~very self indulgent of me 🤪

“You haven’t told me what you think about my gift to you!”

“It’s a bit tight around the shoulders, but the overall construction is phenomenal.” 👌

“I can adjust it.” 😅

“Yes please. I’ll wear it plenty if it fits properly.” 👍

Forwardness may not feel uber romantic, but well meaning honesty warms your heart all the same 😌

“It’s not holiday season,” Giyuu tilts his head, brow furrowed 🤨

“Are you calling it ugly?” you scowl, lips pursed, “Sweaters aren’t specifically for the holidays, Giyuu, they’re good for layering and style,” eyes narrowing, “Although perhaps the issue here is your overall lack of style?” 😐

“I’m not calling it ugly,” he deadpans, lump in his throat when he notices how shiny your eyes are, “Are you going to cry?” 😳

“NO.” 😖😢

“I’m not calling it ugly!” more urgent now, his expression softening as cool fingers brush gently against your cheek, “I suppose I do lack… style,” gruff tone coaxing a watery smile from you, “Will I regret asking for your expertise?” 😶🫶

“Maaaybe,” you finally crack an exuberant grin, turning your head to press a tender kiss into his palm, “There are a lot of rules.” 😃

“A lot of…” doing his best to conceal his noticeable grimace, “Rules?”

“There’re three main facets of fashion: comfort, utility, and just because.”

“Just because?” 🤔

—Confused Giyuu is my fave Giyuu teehee 😇

—Also: take my fashion ~advice w/ a grain of salt

—My main concern is color coordination

—Beyond that, I’m (almost) as oblivious/do-not-care as Giyuu 😂

“Sweatshirt and sweatpants combo? Comfort. Raincoat and rain boots when it’s raining? Utility. Athletic gear while working out? Utility. The incredible sweater I painstakingly made for you? Comfort and just because.”

Amusement flickers in his gaze as understanding slowly dawns 👀

“And what about pajamas?”

“Comfort and utility.”

“And,” his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper, “Nude?” 🫢

“All three,” you wink, “Especially if it involves both of us in bed.”

Giyuu may lack style, but he does not lack the ability to end up in bed—nude—w/ you 😵‍💫😈😉

Tengen: Does it light up? 🧐

Suma: It’s gorgeous! 😍 *squeals excitedly*

You: Excuse me? 😐

Tengen: *pondering* Can you add glitter? 🤔

Hina: Tengen… 😕

Tengen: Don’t get me wrong! I love the design, and the fit is comfortable, but-

Makio: Did you not notice the interwoven tinsel yarn?

Tengen: *huffs* Is that what’s so itchy? 😒

You: TENGEN. 😑

Tengen: *pouts* I have sensitive breasts. 😞

You: *scowling* So wear a damn shirt underneath it.

Tengen: *wistful sigh* But then your love and affection won’t directly touch my skin. 🥺

Suma: Ooh babe, could you make me one next? ☺️ *bambi eyes*

Makio: Hold up, ME next! 😁 *gripping your hand*

Hina: *patiently* I’d love one too, please and thank you. 😇

Tengen: One of you could have mine, and then I could get a new one that doesn’t irritate my br-

Everyone sans Tengen: TENGEN! 😡

Hina: Be grateful, not greedy!

Makio: Shut up about your breasts.

Suma: I’ll take yours, and give it the appreciation and attention it deserves!

Tengen: *thoroughly berated* Thank you [y/n], I apologize for my insensitivity and selfishness. 😓

You: *amused* *Makio is tucked into your left side* *Suma into your right* Is it truly that itchy?

Tengen: *quietly* No.

You: I’ll make sweaters as your birthday gifts, does that seem fair enough? 💝

Makio: *thinking hard* Fine.

Suma: *wetly smooches your cheek* Perfect! Thank you!

Hina: If you wouldn’t mind teaching me, then I’d be content to make my own. *eyeing Makio, Suma, and Tengen* You already have your hands full, after all. 😝

You: *giggling* *meanwhile, the aforementioned trio glare @ Hina* It’d be my pleasure. 🫶

Tengen: Alright, alright, group hug! 😤

You: *cooing* Aww, do you feel left o-

Tengen: *proceeds to squish you, Hina, Makio, and Suma into a gigantic hug* *aka he most certainly does feel left out* 🙄💗

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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angelkissiies · 1 year

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tiny surprises

abby anderson x reader

cw : threesome , owen , best friends turned lesbians , probably so much more.

wc : 3.1K

a / n : HAPPY OWEN SLANDER SUNDAY ANGELS ,, ENJOY !

“You came.” Abby breathed, hovering in front of the door, her muscled form blocking all view of the inside. Her eyes were soaking you in, from the tiny shorts to the large black t-shirt she recognized as one of her own, the sight alone was enough to make her want to jump your bones right here right now.

You nodded, face heating up from the weight in her stare, shifting on your heels as you clutched your bag in front of you. “Of course,” You hummed, tongue darting out to moisten your lips. It was no secret that the two of you had something else going on, though neither of you’d ever acted on it, that was until now. It seemed like a joke at first, the idea of Owen proposing a threesome with a girl he KNEW his girlfriend wanted to fuck, but alas it was true– him going as far as to offer to do it at your place. You vehemently denied, wanting to keep the essence of him away from your place. “Why wouldn’t I?’

A smirk pulled at the lips of the blonde, opening the door wider to allow you to come in, never letting her gaze falter– eating up every glimpse she could get of the lace outline underneath your clothes. Right now, she felt no better than a man. “Owen,” She called out behind you as you pushed into the apartment, letting the door click closed before sliding the lock back in place. “She’s here.”

The sound of his name made you shift uncomfortably, considering the fact that you’d only ever slept with women up to this point– this was going to be the first time you’d even seen a man, let alone sleep with one. Owen wasn’t the worst-looking guy, having seen infected for so long you’d grown to normalize weird-looking things, so you were hoping this experience wouldn’t be the worst– which there's no way it would be a total loss, seeing as Abby was there. “You look really, uh, nice.” You managed, watching her pass you, her body clad in a tight black sports bra and matching gym shorts– a combination you’d seen many times before.

Owen popped into the room before she had a chance to respond, his hair wet and clothes completely gone. A white towel was wrapped around his waist, shielding your eyes from his naked body. He had a goofy smile on his face, looking between Abby and yourself. “Hey,” He began, sitting on the edge of their shared bed, beckoning the two of you to come down the stairs.

Abby took your hand, leading you down to the bed– grabbing your bag to sit aside for you. “You can back out at any time, there will be absolutely no hard feelings, okay?” She hummed, eyes coming level with your own as she took a seat on the bed, next to him. “Do you have a safeword?”

You came to stand between her legs, her hands drawing you in, nodding slowly. “It’s mercy,” You glanced between the two of them, making sure they could both hear you. “What about you guys? Safewords or just anything I should know before we get started?” The last thing you wanted was for this to go so wrong that someone got hurt, something you’d heard horror stories from Manny about.

“Safewords, no. We don’t use those.” He spoke, chuckling lightly, before continuing. “And we have a dynamic usually–,”

The blonde raised her hand to him, shaking her head, the other hand wandering down the expanse of your lower back. “Let’s just.. see how this turns out, okay?” She offered up, coming to toy with the waistband of your shorts, her eyes lapping hungrily at the quiver that had entered your legs. “Go with it and see how it feels.” If she hadn’t been wet before, the harsh contrast of your bodies sent a gush of arousal into her cunt, making her unconsciously clench her thighs together.

Owen gave her a sharp look, which she promptly ignored, making him huff lightly. He shifted on the bed, using his hands to block the growing erection he’d begun to develop. He’d be lying if he said the way Abby was touching you wasn’t turning him on, her massive hands coming to drag down your body.

Abby looked up at you, taking in the eager look in your eyes before she came to a stop at the soft curve of your hips. “Tell me you want this.” She spoke, voice heavy, fingers digging into the t-shirt. Your comfort was her biggest concern, glossing over the pulsing in her cunt at the thought of touching you.

“I want y-,” You stopped yourself, correcting yourself. “This. I want this.”

Her hands pulled you down onto her lap, legs settling on either side of her muscled thighs, lips chasing yours. It was like a fire had been lit beneath her, the soft contrast of your skin driving her insane– she just needed to touch you, as long as she possibly could. It was a side of the woman that Owen had never seen, watching in awe as you whined into her mouth, hand moving to palm himself through the fluffy fabric of the towel.

“Shit..” The man hissed, moving his other hand to rest on your thigh, inching closer to the subtle wetness that pooled in your lacy panties. You were still fully clothed, much to his dismay, but that didn’t stop his advances– that was until Abby caught his hand.

Her heavy gaze fell on him, silently scolding him, before pushing his hand off of you. “Consent, Owen. Did she say yes to you?” She rasped, tilting her head slightly, hand moving to rub the area he had touched gingerly. “Ask her first.”

Owen rolled his eyes, tearing his gaze from hers with flushing cheeks. “Can I?” He asked, obviously annoyed at the obstruction, his eyes coming to meet your blown ones– gulping at the reaction Abby seemed to draw from you. He felt almost envious, wanting to be the reason you looked like that, but he settled with this for now. “I promise I'll be gentle, baby.”

You took a shaky breath, giving him a small nod, you weren’t excited about the idea of him touching you before Abby had a chance to– but you shook those feelings off, looking back up to the mess of a girl in front of you. You could feel his hand snaking over hers, cupping the clothed wetness of your cunt, making you shudder slightly.

Abby watched your face, tongue darting out to wet her lips before she leaned forward to press open-mouthed kisses to the edge of your jaw, her hot breath sending a shiver down your spine. “You have no idea how long I've wanted this.” She hummed, just for you to hear as she hovered near your ear. “Wanted you this whole time.”

You felt his fingers slip past the soft material of your shorts before he pushed further, pushing your panties to the side. You gasped slightly, tempted to move away with how roughly he pushed his fingers against your cunt– using two fingers to rub your labia. “O-oh,” You forced out, pushing your face into the crook of Abby’s neck. “Shit..” You were almost about to laugh, feeling his fingers pick up speed– giving you the equivalent of carpet burn on your poor cunt.

You felt the girl beneath you’s chest shake lightly with a couple snickers, hiding the noise in the tuft of hair that had fallen in her face. She moved her hand to the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up to expose the delicate lace of your bra, her fingers grazing over the erect buds poking through the thin material. “Such a pretty girl.” She tutted, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts, sighing contently at the sight.

Owen halted his movements, using his middle finger to part your folds, feeling around the perimeter of your slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groaned, dipping his hand under his towel to grip his erection– pumping himself greedily before pushing into your cunt. “Abby, your friend is so hot.”

You burned bright red at the comment, tensing your stomach at the intrusion, trying to loosen up. His fingers were dry, adding undesirable friction to the soft walls of your cunt, but it didn’t seem to phase him– his fingers pushing until they were knuckle deep. A small noise of pain left your mouth as you pushed your face deeper into the skin of the girl's neck, trying to muffle yourself. “Mmh.” You hummed, feeling his hand drag your free one from Abby to himself. He pushed your hand under the towel, your curious fingers landing on the erection he’d been hiding the whole time.

A sharp gasp left your mouth, causing Abby to whip her head up to see what had happened. Your eyes connected as you jerked your hand away, trying to conceal the laugh that bubbled in your chest at the feeling of his dick. It was beyond what you expected, in the worst way possible, the appendage only being about four inches– hard.

Owen roughly yanked his fingers from inside you, grimacing at the wetness, standing up quickly to grab his shorts. “You fucking cunt.” He hissed, stomping around the room as he found his clothes. “And you!” He huffed, pointing at Abby. “I can’t freaking believe you, we're so done.” A choked whine left his mouth as he stared at the girl, awaiting her to try to stop him or something.. anything.

Abby raised an eyebrow, looking over at you, before infectious laughter spilled from her lips– filling the room, much to Owen’s dismay. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, tears of pure joy welling in her eyes. She’d spent so long sucking up to the man, that it just snapped, the truth of him and his short dick finally coming to light. It was autopilot with him, a familiar comfort of her past when all she really wanted was you. Now, she could finally have you– no longer hostage to the man bursting out of the room with tears in his eyes.

You bit back a laugh, hands coming up to cup her face. “That was soo hot.” You teased, referring to the previous entanglement with Owen, exaggerating your words. “You sure you don’t wanna chase that sex god?” The words dripped with sarcasm, making her roll her eyes at you as she caught her breath, the door slamming loudly. That was something you’d have to explain to Issac later, not that it mattered now.

She paused for a moment as if to think, before switching the two of you around– your body now pressed firmly to the mattress. She hovered over you, an old firefly dog tag dangling from her neck, dipping down to press a hungry kiss to your lips. “Fuck no,” She chuckled, nails skimming over your clothed stomach– itching to rid you of your clothes. “I have all I need right here.” Her mouth moved down your neck, leaving a trail of spit from your jaw to the sweet spot just below your pulse point– where she stopped only to suck a dark mark onto the sinfully soft flesh.

“I just came here for you.” You gasped out, the words breaking as you felt her teeth dig into your flesh– biting at your neck. “Only you, Abby.”

Abby could’ve cum from that statement alone, her hands latching to the hem of your shirt. “Sit up for me, okay, real quick.” Her words were airy, desperate as she craved the warmth of your skin on hers. “Need to touch you.” The draw of her fingers against your skin lit an ache in your cunt, an ache, unlike the one Owen caused.

You allowed her to strip you of your top, your own hands moving to push your shorts down your legs, kicking them off into the floor. “You meant what you said. Really meant it?” You spoke, shivering in the now cold room, the sun beginning to fall below the horizon. You wanted nothing more than to have her, in every way possible, but something nagged you– begging you to be sure that this was real.

The blonde nodded, holding her pinky out to you as she held herself up with one hand, eyes dancing over the blissed expression on your face. “I promise you, I mean every word.” Her voice was thick, breath coming out in puffs. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She meant it, every sleepless night being filled with visions of you– despite how guilty it made her. She’d never needed someone quite like she needed you, and yes, she knew that you felt the same way but that didn’t help her in shaking off the man who’d begged to stay together the past couple of years. She was free. Free to indulge in the girl she’d dedicated all of her wet dreams to.

“No more waiting.” You ignored the pinky, hands latching to the straps of her sports bra– dragging her down to meet your lips. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, the need taking over, hips bucking into her thigh as you urged her to touch you. The self-respect you’d developed over the years crumbled, leaving you a trembling mess as your body begged for her touch, cunt soaking through the thin fabric of your panties.

She groaned into your mouth, hand coming down to cup the clothed warmth of your cunt, a thick finger coming to trace the small bundle of nerves just beneath the lace. “You’re gonna forget that he ever touched you, I fucking promise.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to the edge of your lips as she pushed her hand under the waistband of your panties, slowly moving to massage the nub. Her hot breath fanned over your neck, making you shudder before she began pressing open-mouthed kisses to the welcoming flesh.

A whimper left your mouth, tilting your hips up to meet her eager fingers, lips falling open as you felt the pleasure course through your body– her touch gentle as she felt her way around your body. You’d never been touched like this by her, yet, she seemed to know you better than you knew yourself. Her fingers moved with precision, the bumble being victim to her abuse. “F-fuck, Abby–,” You moaned, her name falling from your lips like a prayer, walls clenching around nothing.

Abby let her fingers slip lower, gently rubbing over your drooling cunt, gathering your slick onto her fingers. It was obscene, the noise she released at the feeling of your puffy slit, her middle finger pushing in gently. Your walls body welcomed her, soaking her finger in wetness as she tested the waters– pulling it out before slowly sliding it back in, feeling the way you clenched around her desperately. “Relax for me, pretty girl.” She breathed, eyes locked onto your scrunched face– her free hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open, your stomach contracting as you felt her push back into your cunt, the sensation making you jerk your hips toward her. You let your lust-blown eyes land on her, seeing the desperation in her brow. “Need you, Abs. Need you so bad.” You whined, hand coming to grasp at her wrist– trying to grind against the mound of her hand.

Her ring finger lingered at your slit for a moment before joining her middle, two fingers burying themselves in your heat. “I know, I know.” She nodded, chewing on her lip slightly as she began thrusting the thick digits in and out of your drooling cunt– pornographic wet noises filling the room as she drove them deeper than you’d ever felt someone go. “Good girl.”

The noises made heat creep up your neck, embarrassing yourself with how wet you’d managed to get for your best friend. You were pathetically hers, whether you were ready to admit it or not. You both already knew, with the way you cried for her fingers, there was nobody else to make her feel so cunt drunk– the noises falling from your lips enough to make her soak through her boxers. “Please, fuck, fuck.” You hissed, fighting against the growing tightness in your stomach. You didn’t want the feeling to end, her digits filling you up in the most delicious way, but you couldn’t help the pulsing in your walls in response to her fingers curling in and out of your sensitive cunt.

Abby picked up her pace, chasing your orgasm, her free hand moving to pull the fabric of your bra down– exposing your breasts to the harsh air. “We have all night, pretty.” She reminded, making your hips release some tension, realizing you could continue for as long as the two of you wanted. No interruptions. Her head dipped down to your chest, taking one of the erect buds in her mouth, using her teeth to pull gently.

A squeaky moan left your mouth, back arching slightly, legs beginning to tremble under the pressure. Oh god, oh god, oh god. It was chanted like a prayer, the growing tightness making your hips retract from her– though that didn’t last long, her free hand moving to hold your hips in place, leaving you to submit to the slamming of her fingers in and out of your cunt. It was all so much, your thoughts blurring at the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through your body, heavy moans spilling from your parted lips as your walls contracted around her– the sudden euphoria washing over you, soaking her hand in a gush of liquid.

“Oh goddamn.”

The bed beneath the two of you was drenched in liquid, making you whine in embarrassment. “M’sorry, fuck-,” You began, moving a hand to cover your face before Abby grabbed your wrist– pulling it down to rest by your side, promptly cutting you off.

She shook her head at you, a blissed-out smile on her lips as she dipped down to kiss you, now with a softness reserved for you. “Never apologize, that was hot as fuck.” She chuckled, her fingers slowly inching out of your swollen cunt, wiping them off on her now sweaty gym shorts. “I can’t fucking believe it took me this long to do this, I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to stop.” She admitted, lifting herself off of you to grab some things to make you more comfortable.

You followed her movements, body still trembling as you met her at the edge of the bed, looking up at her as she grabbed for your bag– digging through it for new clothes. “Does this mean–?” You trailed off, eyes hovering on her veiny forearms for a moment before meeting her eyes.

“I’m yours,” Abby stated, simply, sitting your bag down– deciding to grab you some of hers instead. “You’re mine.”

“Swear?”

“Swear.”

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hanibalistic · 1 year

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#FFFAFA | GHOST.

genre | angst, fluff, platonic relationship au, grumpy dad x eager child dynamic

word count | 2754

warning | mention of death, mention of pain, mention of human trafficking, mention of kidnapping / i know absolutely nothing about this game and this man.

note | i just thought his appearance and the little personality i can tell from tiktok fit the description of this scenario. also i like this trope. i apologize in advance but this thought just had to go somewhere other than my head.

“Where’s the kid.”

A stoic voice matched with an even more intimidating stance—the medic did not need to turn around to know it was Simon Riley (or Ghost, as he liked to be called) talking behind him. He calmly turned around to face the sudden speaker, and his brows raised. Despite barely healing from severe unattended injuries and dehydration, Ghost remained tall and demanding; nobody should expect anything less from him.

“Where’s the kid.” Ghost said again when he did not receive an answer promptly enough. He enunciated every word with gruff but no grit. It could be the hazy brain taking a small toll on him. He did remember the other medic recommending a timely rest that he had no plan to take. Until he could find you, that was.

The medic looked around the area, massively confused. Kid? What kid? Has Simon Riley finally lost his goddamn mind after being stranded in the desert for weeks without the proper nourishment? He was almost killed, after all! The only reason he managed to make it back was that whoever tried to kill him foolishly thought he died. Could this possibly be the side effect of the recent traumatic experience? Having hallucinations?

“Fucking hell, where’s my kid?” That sounded like a question this time around. His voice had more restlessness in it, if one couldn’t fathom him ever being frantic about anything. Ghost had taken a step forward, his hands curled into fists, and his gaze hardened to scare the answer out of an unassuming medic. “The kid that came here with me. They are about this tall. Dirty hair, really fucking chatty? You could not have missed them.”

The medic cowered a step back. Ghost has finally lost his mind this time because he has no idea what nonsense that was. Humming in thoughts in hopes to fill the silent air, the medic glanced to the side just outside the tent, hoping to see someone pass by that could help him with the delusional lunatic asking him such an unfathomable question. A child? Everyone would have known if there was a child running around this place!

Ghost could see the altered glance immediately, and for a moment, he was about to lose his temper. But, he found that his question was answered as soon as he gave the medic a chance and turned around to look over his shoulder. There you were, just standing outside the tent in your dirty clothes and bare feet, staring at the helicopter with genuine fascination. Ghost furrowed his brows in disdain after he scanned your appearance. How come nobody gave you a change of clothes?

Wordlessly, Ghost turned around and left the medic’s tent. He marched over to where you stood, coming up behind you silently until he was finally within arm’s reach. He grabbed a fistful of the collar of your shirt and pulled you off the ground, causing you to struggle with a yelp of surprise. He turned you around slowly to face him, and his deadpan eyes did not change when you smiled sheepishly upon recognizing him.

“Oh…” you rubbed your hands together apologetically and placed them near your chin in a prayer gesture, “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“I barely slept, you idiot,” he said as he carefully dropped you on the ground. “I told you not to run around by yourself.”

You scoffed at him, dusting off your clothes as if you had fallen and gotten back up without his help. “I thought this was supposed to be a safe place!”

“It is,” he clarified calmly. “But safe places can get invaded.”

“So it’s not safe,” you pointed out smugly, poking his arm as if you’ve made a point he cannot defend himself against. The only response you got was a flick on your forehead. His fingers sounded against your skull, the force strong enough to make you stumble back before he watched you gather yourself together again.

Ghost did not once tear his eyes off you. His cold heart froze over again with paranoia when his brain even raised the idea of looking elsewhere during the topic of potential danger.

This was supposed to be a safe place where the medics and his comrades were. This was where his most trusted fighters are. If an invasion was to happen, things could not go nearly as bad as if he was anywhere else. But, unfortunately, you were neither a medic who knew the risks of staying at a place like this, nor were you a trained soldier who knew how to protect yourself in a blazing war.

You were just a kid he found along the way, who had latched onto him for survival, and he had no reason to kill. Fortunately for you, he did not have to choose between you and himself during the early days of you following him in his travels. By the time danger did welcome you both in its arms, Ghost had, surprisingly, knocked down the impenetrable walls of putting himself above orders and logic. Or perhaps it was you who brought a hammer and knocked them down for him.

Who knew? Simon Riley was not an expert in human emotions; he feels them, he just never thinks about them. He knew things could go as wrong as Hell would allow it if an invasion did happen. He knew that it would have been over the second you were captured. But Ghost had no plan to let it happen ever again.

After that night, on the twentieth day of traveling. It was right after you both were offered some food by a suspicious group of travelers, whom Ghost later found out had sold information of your existence to a group of recruiters of a human trafficking ring. You were snatched away in his line of sight after you had strayed too far from him, and he has never been more enraged. Becaise you disobeyed him, and because people underestimated his ability to kill absolutely everyone in sight with his bare hands who even dared to take you from him.

Ghost had no plan to let something like that happen ever again. So, if an invasion happens, this will remain a safe place for you. Any perimeter where he exists will be a safe place for you as long as he can guarantee it.

“Hmph!” You pulled a face at him when he remained silent at your words. Crossing your arms before you, you looked up at him and scoffed, “All adults do is lie.”

“Do not frame me for something I never did,” Ghost retorted, his hands awkwardly placed at his hips because he did not know what else to do with them now that he wasn’t holding a weapon. He let them drop to his sides immediately, a dissatisfied groan leaving his lips. “I have never lied to you.”

You pursed your lips together into a knowing smirk, but your eyes spoke a story of annoyance. You clicked your tongue, giving him a mischievous shake of your head, then you began to hop on your spot to prepare yourself for landing. Ghost immediately rolled his eyes, mentally exhausted from your antics. He knew what you planned to do, and he remembered the ‘lie’ you implied he told you. He had no plans to indulge you in your self-assigned mission to take his mask off.

“Incoming!”

“Damn it–you cannot shout that here–hey!”

You jumped and immediately grabbed onto his strong arm. Your feet kicked against his shin for momentum, which barely gave you any, but you stepped on his leg to use as leverage to climb up his body, so all was well. He struggled against you as you grabbed onto his shoulders and hoisted yourself over one side of it, letting yourself dangle and threatening to fall face-first onto the ground. He clumsily—ha! as if!—placed a hand forward to catch your reckless self just in case, while his other hand pressed against your middle back to keep you on his shoulder.

This was not the first time you have climbed him like a tree, paying his physical boundaries no respect as you stepped and kicked against his body to reach his shoulders. But he found himself catching you whenever you decided to fling yourself to the ground like a carcass, and he found himself holding onto your ankles when you thought it would be fun to fling upside down on his back as he walked. It was never a good idea; you always ended up feeling nauseated, and you liked to blame the heinous smell of his sweat.

And you had made a habit of stacking your body atop his when you slept so you could feel all of his movements, and you would know if he ever tried to abandon you again. He had a sickening realization that he had not felt that familiar body weight in several nights.

“Hey! Listen to me!” Ghost whisper-yelled at you, but you paid no attention to him. “You cannot be yelling stupid things like that!”

You scoffed with a childish smile. “Don’t worry, Ghost! Nobody can hear me but you!”

“With that high-pitched screech, they can hear you all the way from the moon,” he said.

“Oh, that’s where I’m going next! To the moon!” You giggled as you raised your torso and slapped a hand to his face. However, interestingly, you did not attempt to peel his mask off. You only looked at the helicopter in front of you and pointed at it. “Maybe I can get there in a helicopter!”

“You need a rocket ship for that,” Ghost said as he slowly helped your sliding body off his shoulder and onto the ground.

“A helicopter can be a rocket ship if I wanted it to. This is my world now,” you mused as you looked up at him. Your smile shifted a little when you saw how he looked at you—stoic, cold, but not without kindness and, hidden somewhere, remorse he was unwilling to process. You frowned gently at him; Ghost was still delusional. “Do you remember what you promised me about your mask?”

“That I will take it off so you can see my face,” he replied.

You tilted your head and widened your smile slightly. Your brows furrowed with a sorrowful tint as you whispered, “That’s not all.”

Ghost could remember. He didn’t think he had ever forgotten anything important, and a promise with a child he had unknowingly bound himself to would never be abandoned by him. He just had a hard time acknowledging it—thinking about it was unsettling for him, almost like an eerie itch along his body he could not scratch off. He was being avoidant because he was so helpless about it.

“I promised you that I would take off my mask and let you see my face…” he repeated, and choking down the knot in his throat, he continued, “if that is the last thing you’ll ever see of me.”

You smiled. You knew he would remember.

“But that will not be until years later, so there is no bloody reason why you are bringing it up now,” he added urgently, even though his voice didn’t show it.

You played with your fingers, unsure of what you could say.

There was no way that could happen years later because you were already dead. And Ghost knew that because you died in his arms.

“You cannot dream for years, Ghost,” you whispered. “You have to wake up.”

Just like that, suddenly, everything was gone. The tents, the sky, the helicopter, the clouds, the guns and ammo, the wind—everything surrounding you were gone. You looked around at the scenery change; the dream was re-wiring itself according to Ghost’s memories and control, including yourself. The bloodied spot on your chest grew big and wet, and the sky was dark with visible stars, and there was the knife he had pulled out of you after someone threw it toward you as a last desperate attempt at revenge.

“I don’t like the blood stain.” You frowned at yourself.

“Okay.” It was gone.

Ghost stared at you, his emotions thoroughly mixed up. He has been through this before. He has undergone trauma before. This was nothing extraordinary, and it should not be. He understood it. Death, dying, trauma, killing, blood. He understood it all. He has been hurt, pierced, shot, tortured. He understood it all. His father’s cruelty, his father’s abusive hands, his father’s degeneracy. He understood it all.

But did he truly understand this?

Pain comes in various forms. Pain can stem from different causes. The explosion of a bullet inside his body or the blade across his flesh. He knew what it felt like to be hurt by the names in red, to be hurt by a father. But did he know how to fathom it when his pain landed on somebody else’s skin? Did he know what it was when his pain choked through him in the form of another’s lifeless body? Did he understand the agony that happens when a child that has bound themself to a parent, abandons them by death?

He experienced it, but he did not understand it.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” you muttered. “I tried to hold on, I did. But my chest hurt.”

“I am not mad at you. I won’t get mad over something you can’t control,” he said. “I should have protected you better.”

You jumped faintly, standing on your tip-toes and rocking your heels back and forth. “You did!” You cheered quietly. “You kept me safe all this time.”

“You died.”

“I did.” You frowned in feigning sorrow. “Bummer.”

Oh, but he did understand it. He understood it very well. The consequence of your death blatantly presented itself to him in this dream. You were a dream. Your being safe was a dream. Your being alive was a dream. You climbing him like a tree, you talking about getting on a helicopter and flying to the moon, you sleeping on him so he would not leave you, you talking back to him, you shouting in his ears—it was all a dream he struggled not to wake up from.

In here, he gets to keep the kid.

In here, he gets to keep you.

And he gets to take you to the moon on a helicopter that functions as a rocket ship. Because he wires his dream according to your childish desires. Because he will give you whatever you want. Because he had given himself the role of a father he never thought he would fill.

How did it feel when you died? Agonizing and staggering. Like he failed at a job he knew nothing about but was doing his best in. Like he was full of nothing but anger and guilt because everything that could ever happen to you directly links back to him, because you were his responsibility. Like someone reached between your ribs and found his heart there, and they ripped it to pieces and left the shards lying inside of you.

How did it feel when you died? Like a dad just lost his baby, and he remembered once again how cruel this world could be when innocent children cannot be above adult hatred and violence.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered. “I did all I could.”

You grinned as you approached him and took his hand. You took off his glove, pressed his palm to your face, and nuzzled against it, feeling the callousness of his skin that has held more death than life, more blood than skin. “You did for me. Thank you.”

He wished to caress your cheek, but his joints remained frozen. He wished to smile, but he found it hard to quirk his lips when he realized the dimming of his consciousness. Beneath the skull mask, he managed a light-hearted smirk, and, if one could fathom it, his gaze softened with unswayable care, curated by the one thing greater than human tragedy—love, supposed. But that would be too cliché, would it not? Besides, this is Simon Riley!

“Do you still wish to see my face?” Ghost asked, “I’m giving you a positive.”

You squinted your eyes joyfully at him, willing that he not be defined by the tragedies he endured and that his heart could remain soft. Perhaps if you put a little bit of yourself in him, he would.

“You made me a promise!” You said with a nod.

That he did.

#simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost x oc #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #will probably delete this soon because this is not kpop lmao

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ruhorih4ra · 2 months

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Good night (from my dear country heheh)! 👋🏻 I'm changing my “Every monday” updates (that I certainly don't fulfill) to “When I have time” that is much more angsty, mysterious and enemies-to-lovers like (sorry ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ).

Part 16 here!

Get out of my way 🌈

Lucifer wanted to hug you forever, nothing seemed as appealing as eternity in your embrace. He wanted to hold you forever, but the high-pitched squeak of a door lacking oil was proof that his wish was too good to be achievable.

“Lucifer? I'm sorry for interrupting.” The voice of the demon was timid and apologetic, his face matched the tone of his voice with a pair of downcast eyes and an adorable pout. “Diavolo said he needed to talk with you about Mc’s attackers.” Violet eyes found crimson ones, a swirl of resolve and protectiveness in them.

In Beelzebub's eyes, there was one big priority, he needed to ensure. Your safety. He needed you to be happy, safe and sound. He felt guilty for Lucifer, because the Avatar of Gluttony knew that his brother was tired and both he and you deserved a moment of peace. Nevertheless, Beelzebub would gladly get rid of your attackers once Lord Diavolo give orders to Lucifer, so that the older could return to you.

Beel took one of his wrists with the opposite hand, he dug his nails into his pale skin with a little too much force. He wanted to hug you too, he wanted but he shouldn’t take, hasn’t it always been like that for him?

Lucifer had felt you tense since the moment that Beel entered into the room and now he could see the yearn and restraint in his brother's eyes. He didn't know what had happened between the two of you, but he knew that your relationship with everyone was strained. The Avatar of Pride thought that if the heart could growl from starvation, then Beelzebub's heart would be very loud at the moment.

“Very well, I shall go then. Beelzebub, stay with Mc until I come back.” Lucifer fixed his suit, he looked notably more serene than before. Beelzebub, whose eyes were glued to the ground, suddenly looked at his brother in surprise. “I want to know who did this to Mc, Lucifer.”

“I need you to protect them while we look for those foolish demons.” He gave no room for discussion as he promptly left the chamber, the soft sound of the door closing signed his statement. You watched with annoyance as the Little D. of Pride stuck out his tongue mockingly before disappearing too.

Beelzebub and you remained in an awkward silence. His face hadn't changed a bit, he still wore a sad pout and the frown on his forehead increased for moments.

“I'm sorry Beel, I'm so sorry for what I did to you and Belphie.” You broke the silence first, though your voice was soft and barely audible. Beelzebub looked at you surprised, he like Lucifer, did not expect you to ask for forgiveness.

“I'm sorry we made you feel alone, that wasn't our intention.” Beel was a demon of few words, but he knew he needed to let you know what you really meant to him. “It's my fault, I got carried away with food. Sc, she wants to know everything about the Devildom.” As if he had spilled a secret, Beelzebub's eyes widened before a frown took over his features again. “But I thought that knowing about food wasn't a big risk.”

“Lucifer said that it was okay, he even gave me some of his own money to spend it.” A smile appeared on his face, momentarily replacing the sadness. “He said it was a good distraction and that in exchange I could buy whatever I wanted.”

“Beel, you don't have to apologize, okay? if you wanted to go out with her without me, that's totally understandable.” Beelzebub seemed surprised again, his face was in a constant swing from sad to confused to sad again.

“That's not why.” He said the words you had said to Lucifer before and, with complete clarity, you could see the meaning behind it. “You're hiding something from me, aren't you?” Before he could deny it, you spoke again. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” The giant demon felt comically sweaty, suddenly his shirt was too tight and he had said enough. He wanted to explain you, but Lucifer would kill him, no, forget about his older brother. You’d surely punish him too, telling him to sit Japanese style again before lecturing him for two hours straight.

“I wouldn't want to hang out with someone who threatens my brother, I don't blame you Beel. But please be sure that I would never have done that!” You spoke of the matter as vaguely as you could, because the mere thought was painful.

Beelzebub's heart ached when he saw the first tear slide down your face, he could see how your face contorted to convey sadness. He couldn't care less if you had built walls around you, and if he accidentally reinforced them, well, that's in the past too because he wouldn't stay still while you cry.

He took you in his arms, he tended to be gentle as he feared human fragility but this time he held you a bit more freely, tightening his embrace, resting his head on yours. “I've seen Belphie wake up from nightmares most nights since you freed him.”

“He's always calling your name.” Beelzebub's voice was losing volume as he spoke. “I asked him once: 'Belphie, in your dreams, can't you stop?” You remained sheltered by the demon's warmth, your breath caught in your throat too focused on Beel's words.

“He told me: 'I don't do anything. In my dreams Mc calls me Beel'. ” Silence filled the room in an instant, deep and dense. You hadn't noticed how your hands were gripping Beelzebub's shirt.

“He feels guilty because he killed you, and he feels guilty because he made me chose.” Beel talked through the tears with a strong and firm voice. “I don't want you to feel the same and I don't want Belphie to feel that either. I just want us to be happy, I want to eat and sleep by your side forever.” He broke the embrace to show you a radiant smile. “Always with you, Mc.”

You hugged him again. “I wouldn't have it any other way, Beel.”

Outside the room, the brothers were half relieved, half getting crazy over jealousy. It was a relief that they could finally hear you laugh, it was by far better than hear you crying. On the other side, why can’t they share your happiness too?

“Mc is safe, we're tracking those demons. Barbatos will inform you as soon as he knows something, for the time being I ask you to remain calm and protect them from afar.” Lord Diavolo spoke solemnly to the brothers, his voice made clear that he wasn't asking for opinions.

“Mc will stay here until they decide otherwise.” Lucifer added without hiding his discomfort. “That's correct. Please, you need as much rest as Mc.” Barbatos extended a hand signaling to the exit, none of the brothers had the strength to fight that condescending smile of his.

When all the brothers and Diavolo had left, Barbatos approached Simeon. “I saw Mc's aggressors.” He informed Simeon, the angel didn't show any sign of surprise so he continued. “However, something remains a mystery.”

A versus of condescending smiles, Simeon versus Barbatos on a ring of poisonous kindness. “Oh? I didn't know such a thing was possible.” Simeon laughed with genuine amusement. “The young master is intrigued, how did you find Mc?”

The eyes of Simeon shone with mischief and delight, “Just the young master?” he thought. “I was reading when the window opened, it nearly broke and crashed against the wall.”

“I'm well aware of that. I'd appreciate it if you answer my question without adding any fancy details typical of a writer.” Although sharp, all the words were pronounced in a kind tone. “Hahaha! Well, after all I'm a writer, Barbatos. Hmm, now I'm not sure if you'll like my answer.” Barbatos's smile dropped to settle for a neutral face.

Simeon shrugged. “After the window opened I felt a rush of wind guiding me, it was like a cry for help in the middle of a lonely night. It felt warm, like the hug of a sister.”

When Simeon walked in (with a triumphant smile on his face), you and Beelzebub had already fallen asleep on the couch, he tried to take a good photo for five torturous minutes until he successfully focused the adorable scene in front of him.

“See, Lilith? They're safe, so don't worry anymore, okay?” Simeon murmured.

Part 18?

Y'all remember when Mc lectured Beelzebub after that ruckus at the restaurant? no? it did happen and it was hilarious hahaha Taglist: @yuumaofc @asmolover1234 @gallantys @prefesro @urminebutidontwantyou @fiveofspades @exrellian @kaiserkisser @cutestpatoootie @fandumshippr

I couldn't tag some of you! :(

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me mc #obey me fandom #obey me gn!reader #obey me lucifer #obey me angst #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me belphegor #obey me lilith #obey me diavolo #obey me hurt/comfort

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nope-i-dont-think-i-will · 2 years

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How Haikyuu!! Boys Noticed They Fell In Love

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Sawamura Daichi, Koutaro Bokuto, Toru Oikawa, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tetsuro Kuroo x reader

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Sawamura Daichi:

Daichi noticed that he fell in love while laying in his bed one night alone. His thoughts raged in the cold winter night as he shivered and clung to any warmth he could get, brain racing for a reason he couldn't explain. But then his thoughts drifted to you and he couldn't shake how much he wanted you to be cuddled into him in that moment. His heart crashed like the snow on the weighted branches outside finally winning its battle and he realized he had fallen in love. He was going to be your disney prince and you would be his spoiled princess even if it took another winter to get you there. (Spoiler. It didnt. )

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Koutaro Bokuto:

Sitting alone at lunch one day was when Bokuto realized he was in love. Akaashi was home sick and you weren't there because of one reason or another and it gave him time to think, something he normally didnt indulge himself in very often when others were around. His thoughts started with pouting because he was alone and slowly built into him being upset because you werent there specifically. Suddenly a random thought of "I love you y/n please come back. It's boring without you. " made it's way into his head and everything felt like it made sense. He rushed to text you to meet him somewhere ASAP so he could confess. Now that he understood what he felt, he wasn't letting you go.

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Toru Oikawa:

Oikawa was semi-aware the whole time that something about you was different, but when he accidentally confessed over a sleepy text he figured it out for sure. It was probably 2 or 3 am before a really stressful game and he was texting you for comfort and support that you were willingly giving him, and you told him to go to bed so that he had enough energy for his match. He texted back -mhmm. I will. Love you so much y/n- and promptly fell asleep happy. He freaked out the next morning when he saw the text, but it helped him put together the pieces. He won that game for you and confessed after the correct way, picking you up and spinning you when you agreed.

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Wakatoshi Ushijima:

Someone had to point it out to this poor boy. Ushijima was never good with feelings in the slightest, so he confided in his best friend Tendou when he started feeling different around you. He honestly avoided you for a little while unintentionally because of it. He didnt understand why his heart did flips in his chest whenever you gave him that special smile of yours. It wasn't that he was dumb, it was that he had always assumed he was aromantic since he had never felt like he was in love before. Once Tendou pointed out and explained what love truly felt like, he texted you to meet him at the park, planning to confess that day. Once he understood love- he understood you were the only love for him.

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Tetsuro Kuroo:

He noticed it when he found himself glaring jealously at Lev trying to flirt with you. He didn't notice he was glaring until Yaku pointed it out and wacked him on the back saying "man up and ask them out or I wont stop him next time" before walking over to the two of you and dragging Lev away by the shirt to practice. Tetsuro found himself sitting alone the next day and still thinking about the advice of his friend, and eventually after about a week of ignoring everyone and trying to sort his feelings out he asked you out over text. Poor dork did it using a meme too :[[ <3

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P2 contains: Suguru Daishou, Yuji Terushima, Kenji Futakuchi, Tsukasa Iizuna and Shinsuke Kita.

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rubywolf0201 · 3 months

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Thoughts on the latest episode of BUCCHIGIRI?! Episode 5

WARNING: *May contain spoilers so be cautioned*

- We get to see that NG Boys actually has a factory where all the members are doing unpaid labour. Making that faction all the more horrible.

- Matakara’s entrance and declaring to see where Akutaro is just so badass!

- But when Akutaro called in Arajin, who he now calls AJ, the latter ran in only just with his underwear. Poor Mata was so shocked at that and it’s pretty priceless to say the least.

- BUT that’s beside the point, because just as Matakara was questioning Arajin, Akutaro ruined the moment and Mata was prepared to fight him.

- Unfortuantely, because he has Ichiya with him, Mata was easily beaten by Akutaro and was promptly sent down to some dingy dungeon, tied up. 😢

- Arajin doing one act of small kindness by taking out the tape out of Matakara but still refusing to acknowledge him just made me a teensy bit upset.

- Akutaro kills the reunion scene again and Arajin not wanting to look at Matakara is just….heartbreaking in and out of itself. Not helped by the fact that Matakara kept crying out for Arajin’s name over and over again before the door slammed. It killed me.

- The whole flashback of that childhood incident is revealed. Apparently, some older kids trespass kid Arajin and Matakara’s secret training ground. Mata tried to confront them but sadly, he got beaten up pretty badly to the point of unconsciousness. Arajin on the other hand hid from them until said older kids decided to target him and all Arajin can do is run away all the while abandoning Matakara. And this all happened when they’re just 6-7 year old!

- I want to hit Arajin with a goddamn rubber chicken because of the earlier flashback scene of how Akutaro just drafts him into NG Boys easily by using his weakness for pretty women at the nightclub and he just falls for it easily.

- Oh well, at least, Senya is the only one who is aware of that. He was the one who sensed Ichiya in Akutaro after all.

- Just about any scene with Akutaro and how he invokes fear onto his members is just bone-chilling in and out of itself.

- Ok so we do have a backstory on Akutaro’s history with the gang, esp with Kenichiro and Minato Kai. Apparently, during their younger years, Kenichiro saved Akutaro from a bunch of thugs. This of course made Akutaro admire Kenichiro and so decided to train himself to be on his level and even transferred school to be admitted into Minato Kai (well he did wore a different school uniform in the flashback).

- Unfortunately, during his time at doing the daily matches Minato Kai, Akutaro decided to cheat and go against the honor code Minato Kai upholds by using a police baton and hit one of the members on the head. Kenichiro saw that and gave a pretty disproving look alongside the other members who watched that.

- It was at that point that Akutaro swore vengeance against Kenichiro and the whole of Minato Kai for kicking him out despite all the hard work he put in. (As much as I want to feel bad and whatnot, dude shouldn’t have brought in a weapon to a fighting match)

- Akutaro proposing to Arajin about how he would give him all of the women at the NG Boys club and Arajin just fantasizing about it plus his delusions about Mahoro would always be funny to me but at the same time, it’s getting old. Utsumi, pls let our main lead grow out of it and have him realize that Matakara is waiting for him.

- Senya just looking done with Arajin is priceless and more or less represents how the fandom just wants him to grow.

- Mahoro being the fandom surrogate when Marito took off his shirt and accessories. Also her just beating the ground and barrel all the while name calling the main leads a ‘Stone Pervert’ and ‘Blockhead’ but worrying about them under her brocon attitude respectively is just the biggest highlight lmao.

- Zabu was the biggest MVP in that not only did he rescued Matakara but even admitted to the whole gang that it was his fault for being used by Akutaro. I mean damn why isn’t he promoted cuz that’s some big balls of courage he has to admit his mistake of being used.

- Mata and Zabu thankfully managed to stop all of the Minato Kai and Siguma Squad underlings from fighting but not the bosses themselves.

- Jabashiri and Hagure crumbs but no word on Outa. Like what happened to the dude? Is he still out of commission?

- The marking on Arajin’s butt just started to glow and this made Senya fused with him unknowingly and Arajin just punched Akutaro.

- Reason above is because Akutaro started to talk about Mahoro and how he wanted to use her as a trophy girl of some sorts 😬

- Although that being said, Arajin pissed off a whole of the NG Boys squad and brought all of the members to the main gang.

- But bad news is that Akutaro sensed Senya in Arajin already. Though then again, there was plenty of foreshadowing that he already sensed it to begin with so.

- Matakara beaming like a small puppy but still thinking that Arajin never abandoned the Honki people motto just make me want to go ‘No mah boi, he just pissed off the whole members of NG Boys! He’s still distant from you!’

- Episode ends in cliffhanger with Kenichiro and Marito duking out.

#rubi’s post #bucchigiri?!#matakara asamine #arajin tomoshibi #kenichiro doman #akutaro shindo

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rorywritesjunk · 3 days

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There's no race, no ending in sight

r rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

(cant stop won't stop. Buggy gets a lil physical. Sunny is getting fed up with the clown.)

Taglist @hey-august

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + p6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11

Pt 5

Having the other two over for dinner was not what Sunny had anticipated given how her husband felt about the clown. Mihawk made sense. The two were business partners. That's what started all of this, but Buggy? A thorn in Crocodile and Mihawk 's side. He had no reason to join them.

Crocodile requested she dress for the occasion though she wasn't sure why, but she did as she was asked. She bathed, brushed her hair, and pulled on a long sleeve dark green dress, one of her husband's favorites. She wore gold jewelry he had purchased for her over the years, things she didn't quite want to part with even after their brief separation.

A chain, rings similar to his on her fingers, and dangling earrings that would have been hidden by her hair had she decided not to put it up in the end.

When she joined them, the other men were already there. Mihawk was in his usual outfit, white shirt, form fitting pants, and his jacket. Buggy actually dressed nicely for this. Black pants, red shirt and a black vest made the look. Sunny frowned when she saw him and before greeting anyone, she marched over to him wordlessly. He took a step back, wondering what she was about to do.

She was fixing the buttons on his vest. Buggy had been so nervous he missed a button, causing his vest to look lopsided.

"I'm surprised you left your tent like this." She scolded him as she smoothed the vest out before making sure the collar of his shirt laid flat over it. "There. We can't have people looking unkept at our dinner table, Buggy."

He kept his hands away, making sure both Mihawk and Crocodile could see this. The swordsman had warned him to behave on their way over. How could he when she would just touch him without warning? She should behave!

She looked him over, giving him a nod of approval before leading them to the dinner table. She was disappointed her husband insisted she join them for dinner and not cook tonight.

Dinner was served promptly. Sunny sat beside Crocodile while Buggy sat across from her. He didn't know what he should be doing but he kept an eye on everyone else, matching their movements. They could kill him if he used the wrong fork. He would have enjoyed the food had he not been on edge the entire time.

It seemed to be going fine for a bit until Sunny mentioned wanting Buggy to teach her a few more things, startling the clown when he heard his name. His hand jerked, spilling food on his vest. He hoped it wouldn't stain.

"Oh, no, Buggy, let me handle that." Sunny offered as she stood up. "I can get stains out."

"I'm fine, keep eating!" Buggy insisted as he started to get up. "I can get it out!"

"Let her help." Crocodile told him as Mihawk watched Buggy. "She knows how to handle that kind of thing."

"Come with me." She left no room for argument, gesturing for him to follow as she headed for the kitchen. Buggy followed, glancing back at the others nervously as they stepped into the kitchen. He saw Sunny at the sink, getting a dish towel damp. "Take it off."

"P-Pardon?!" Buggy asked, jaw dropping in surprise. She looked back at him in amusement.

"Your vest." She told him. "Unless you need my help with that."

Buggy looked around, hoping someone else was around for a witness, but the two of them were alone. He did as he was told, removing the best and holding it out to her. She took it and laid it out on the counter, gently wiping at the small stain.

"It should be okay." She told him. "It doesn't look like it's going to stain."

"Th-Thanks." He managed to say as Sunny finished with the best, holding it up. "You really didn't have to. I don't want to take you away from your husband."

"That wouldn't be the worst thing." She chuckled as she handed it back to him. He gave her a look and her eyes widened slightly. "I mean, he and Mihawk are discussing business and it's a little boring for me. I imagine it might be boring for you as well."

Buggy shrugged as he pulled the vest back on. She started to button it back up, making sure none were missed. He hated how close she was, that he could smell the soap she used. He wondered how warm her hands felt, how soft her skin was, only to stop because if he wasn't careful her hands would be around his throat, choking him.

"Are you happy?" He suddenly asked. Sunny stopped and looked up at him. "Here? With him?"

Sunny was speechless. He actually asked her that. She wasn't sure how to answer that, nor did she want to. She pulled back from him, staring up at the clown as he waited for an answer.

Was she? No, not really. She never was from the moment they met and Crocodile decided he wanted her. It took several threats to her family and friends' safety for her to agree to it. If anyone asked, she would smile and insist yes, she was.

In Alabasta she was seen as the lovely wife of their hero, sweet and doting. She made appearances with him from time to time, silent and on his arm.

"Why would you ask such a question?" She asked him with a frown. "You don't just ask someone that, Buggy."

"It's a serious question!"

"That doesn't matter, you don't ask someone if they're happy in their marriage when you don't know them!" Sunny shot back as she took a step towards him, jabbing him in the chest with her finger.

"I can ask any question I want!" Buggy snapped, grabbing her by the wrist. "I don't have to listen to you all the time!"

She tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp but he held on. Her other hand came up, aimed to slap him, but he caught her hand, turning it to press a kiss to the back of it. He was in dangerous waters doing this, he knew that, but he needed to see how far he could step before it was too much.

Her face burned, she wanted to say something, but Buggy was dropping her hands and stepping back. He just let out a laugh as she clenched her fists, glaring at him.

"Just had to see something." He teased. "Sorry, I think I had too much to drink, Miss Sunny."

"You ass-"

"I won't remember any of this, y'know, so don't worry." He grinned. "I won't tell your husband anything."

"There is nothing to tell!" She hissed at him. "Now mind your manners and do not say a word to me once we go back in there."

"Nothing to talk about." Buggy mimicked zipping his lips. "I'm drunk. Just a drunk clown that no one will listen to."

"Exactly." Sunny agreed, face pink as she resisted striking him. He winked at her and started for the door. Sunny glared at the back of his head before she made sure her hair was perfect before following after him.

#mini fic #sunny x buggy #sunny x crocodile #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #sir crocodile x oc #crocodile x oc

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elias-the-scribe · 2 months

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The Earthbound Stars 2/?

Morning Routines and Plans

this bit was originally going to be longer but i ran out of motivation T-T i still got a bunch done tho so :D

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Ori opened their eyes and immediately closed them against the sunlight streaming in from the open curtains. With a sleepy yawn, they crawled out of bed. Their blankets got tangled in their legs, and they awkwardly fell onto the floor with a flomph and a startled squawk. With a small amount of incredible effort, and lots of squeaks, they escaped the blankets trapping them.

“Haha! I have vanquished you foul beast!” Ori declared with a giggle. “You cannot defeat the great Ori! The bestest trap escaper person ever!” They put a foot on the pile of blankets, like a hunter with a particularly hard kill. “Feast your eyes, oh terrible beasts! Upon your fate at the hands of the great Ori!”

“The great Ori is going to be late for meeting with their friend!” Lesca called from the kitchen, with a hint of laughter in her voice. Ori let out a gasp and started bouncing on the balls of their feet. They got to see Sasri today! You see her every day though. But still! It’s amazing to see her! They ran around the room packing up everything they needed for the festival.

Map? Check! Ride tickets? Check! Phone to call Mama if I get kidnapped? Check! Is it charged? They pulled it out of the pocket it was in and checked, it was at 56%. It’s good enough! Wallet for food money? Check! Money in the wallet? Gotta ask Mom for that. I feel like I’m forgetting something… Mama will tell me if I am!

They opened the door, running to their mother and hugging her. “Good morning Ori,” she paused, looking them up and down, “do you plan to attend in your pajamas?” Ori looked down at their dinosaur pajama pants and cat shirt that didn’t match at all. “Ah! that is what escaped my memory, thank you dearest mother of mine!” Lacsa burst into laughter. “I can’t handle you talking like the bards in the park, please talk normally you’re going to kill me.”

Ori giggled and hugged Lesca again. “Sorry Mom! It’s fun to talk all dramatically though.”

“Seems like it. Leave your backpack here, I’ll make sure you have everything before I go.”

“Okie! Tell the hunters I say hi! And that I’ll see them this weekend!”

“I will, they all absolutely adore you, you know that? Especially the Lady.”

“How could they not love me? I’m adorable.” They did a little pose, as if to prove their point, and promptly ran to their room to change.

When they were done, they ran back out and gave their mom a hug. “Bye Mom!” They sprinted down the hall and down the stairs. Sasri was waiting by the door of the apartment complex. Her hair was in a braid that came to a stinger, the kind a scorpion has. A small, slightly glowing, star was stamped on the base of her throat. She immediately saw Ori, despite their attempt to be stealthy, and hugged them. “Ori! Are you ready?” Ori grinned and nodded.

“Yeah! Let’s go!”

#rock writes #oooo look shiny new writing #orginal everything #stole some stuff from greek myths and stuff but eh everyone does that #earthbound stars

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chaoticallyfragmentary · 1 year

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Isagi Yoichi x reporter Reader

Don’t do this in reality people, you’ll get arrested. Includes reader attempting to follow Isagi into their locker room and them getting handsy-? kinda with each other. Don’t do this please. Consent is a wonderful thing that exists.

Doesn’t contain any mentions of kissing. Just kinda horny thoughts ig. All the characters mentioned are in their twenties. Timeskip bllk.

“You really want an interview?” Isagi asks, brow raised. He’s seen you around for a couple of matches, wearing his number, cheering the loudest when he scored. He examines you closely, eager and overwhelmed with delight, clutching your notepad and pen to your chest. You nod vigorously, eyes all wide. The high after a match suits him well.

“Heh,” he steps closer, placing one hand on the wall by your head, looking like sin personified and you squeak. Isagi looks at you, an intake of breath, dilation of pupils and an unconscious wetting of lips. He observed the rest too, the determined posture, the challenge in your stare. “Ask away,” he smiles— smiles!! It is a nice smile, bearing a kind of infectious, carefree quality that crackles like cozy embers in the pit of your stomach. You mentally berate yourself… Focus! Now is not the time to be waxing poetic about his smile, lovely as it may be.

“Why do you think Kaiser was able to outwit you in the first half of the match?” A loaded pause followed.

Isagi’s grin was sly, shadowed in the dim lighting. “He might’ve outwitted me but I won the match. So,” his devilish grin only grew as he leans in to whisper against your ear, “It makes no difference, I will win again and again and again.” So close, he could feel your ragged breathing. He lets his teeth gently graze your throat, “Stop following us to the locker rooms princess. Next time I’ll call the cops on you.”

Your jaw opened and closed, hinging in an unbecoming manner. “That’s so mean” you huff, hoping it sounded annoyed, above his little game. He starts walking away and you feel a momentary surge of disappointment.

You scurry after him, “Itoshi Sae asked to play another match against the Blue Lock 11, is it true?”

He gave you a look over his shoulder, “you really don’t wanna be going further than that princess,” he sneered all sharp and impersonal, verging on deadly.

“Do you think he will manage to outplay his brother this time around?”

“Go home kid. We’re done.”

“I’m not a kid, ojii-chan” you snap.

He whips around, just as you collide into him and promptly squeak, again. Abs! your brain mentally chants.

“This is harassment,” he says, voice pitched low.

“I prefer calling it grit and determination” you retort, grip tightening on his shirt. He couldn’t help but snort, endeared by your constant babble, wanting to twist his fingers in your curls. Were they as soft as they looked?

“Just give me something, won’t you? I’ll be fired otherwise” you whine. “I—mmph!” you glare, indignant as he presses a strong hand against your mouth, pushing you against the wall. The smirk was necessary, absolutely essential in the moment, though it didn’t seem to help as you seethe, trying to lick and bite his palm. He takes your notepad with the other hand, scribbling something down on it.

“Oya oya?” Bachira walks by.

“What’s going on, Isagi?”

“Nothing” he shrugs, casual, unaffected.

Bachira looks at the both of you, you struggling like a rabid racoon and Isagi, once, twice before deciding sleep was more important. “Ego is waiting for us, finish it quickly” he warns and leaves.

His gaze rakes a blazing trail across your body as he shoves the notepad back into your hands, a broad smile on his face “Your tendencies towards violence are a tad alarming princess.”

You suck in a huge breath, eyes narrowed as he steps back.

“You,”

“Me?”

“UGH!” you stomp and walk away without looking back as Isagi’s laughter brushes up against you, your skin still tingling from where he touched you.

It is only later, much later after your annoyance has calmed down that you realize, you walked home with his number and a note that said, ”Let me take you out on a date, princess.”

#blue lock #bllk #bllk isagi #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock imagines #bllk drabble #bachira #isagi

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roo-ster-brad-shaw · 9 months

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Desires in the Dark

A dark mafia romance between Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and female character

Warnings: Themes of torture, death, swearing, rough sex, sex without consent, kidnapping. Fluff and Smut. Suggested for those above 18 years of age.

Note: You can change the description and note of the fem character to match your needs. Most importantly enjoy reading all you filthy people 😉

Chapter 2

Her warm, doe-like, sweet eyes bore into his hazel and cold ones as he could see the fear in them. The alcohol on her breath was easily noticeable. She was dark-skinned and had straight dark brown, almost black hair. Her strong perfume mixed with her angelic features intoxicated his senses. He looked down her almost 5’ 5” frame. She was petite and chubby, but that only added to her cute and teddy-bear-like features. She wore a pretty knee-length lilac dress, definitely not suited for a club setting but the sheer components of the dress coupled with her soft, almost no-makeup makeup look added to her charm. She was breadth of fresh air amongst the girl always vying for his attention.

“I am so sorry, sir” She spoke in an accent that was almost between and Indian and American accent, almost as if she wanted to emulate an American one.

“It’s fine. What’s your name?” He asked gruffly, lost in her deep eyes as he caged her warm, tiny body in his arms.

“It’s Aditi, sir” She said as she averted her gaze, suddenly more interested in her black heels.

“You from around here?”

“Not really”

“Where you staying tonight?”

That was quite forward of him, she thought as she replied, “At one of my friend’s places”

He could see the puzzled look on her face as she gave her response. “Now, how are you gonna pay for ruining my perfectly good and terribly expensive Armani shirt?”

“I’m really sorry, sir. But I’m just a college student, I can’t afford such things”

“How about you pay me back in a different way, perhaps a spend a night with me?”

“Sir, I can’t do that. I’m really sorry.” She apologised a lot Bradley realised. He sighed. He was used to girls complying with him, this one was different.

“Then I guess I’m gonna have to cash in my favour some other time?”

“I suppose so” She mumbled

“But the favour I’ll cash in then, will be much more expensive as I charge a heft interest”

“I can’t help it, sir. My body isn’t something to be used as payment. My time on the other hand is. Afterall, time is money.”

He smirked. This one is shy yet bold, he thought. “Alright. Join me for dinner tomorrow.”

“Okay” She mumbled again

“Goodnight” He whispered into her ear as his nose nuzzled against her soft chocolate like skin. Her skin smelled like a chocolate bar and the deep floral perfume she wore mage him feel like he wanted to eat her right then and there.

He walked away with a bulge in his pants. He needed relief. He scanned the crowd for a girl. Once he found a skimpily dressed girl, he approached her, doing the usual act of charming her by making her press against his 6 feet body as she swayed her hips, unabashedly. He whispered in her ears, “My place tonight, baby”, as he felt her knees go weak. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her to his car.

Jake was sulking nearby when he saw Bradley headed for the exit. He rushed after him, cursing his boss under his breadth for not informing him of his departure. By the time he reached the car, he saw Bradley dump a girl into the back seat. He quickly occupied the driver’s seat as he heard Bradley order him to take them home. Jake promptly obeyed as he drove the car out of the parking lot. He rolled his eyes when he heard the needy sounds of the girl as Bradley kissed her pulse point. Something he noted as he moved the rear-view mirror in an attempt to avoid breaching the couple’s privacy was that Bradley never kissed her lips. He kissed her body in a needy manner but never her lips. He found this behaviour utmost strange. But then, when a man can flirt with more than one girl in the span of less than an hour and attempt to take both of them home while doing so, could any of his behaviours be called less than strange?

Bradley lifted the girl, bridal style as he took her to his bedroom. The girl was partially undressed with her cleavage generously displayed for him to ogle at. As her threw her onto his bed, he quickly undressed himself and then proceeded to undress the woman in front of him. He then began to leave kisses down her neck, reaching her breasts, stomach and then finally reached her wetness. He began to feast on her as he used his tongue expertly while his fingers rubbed her clit. She was a moaning mess screaming his name. Bradley closed his eyes and imagined touching Aditi till she was moaning his name. As he absentmindedly began to finger the woman, his mind drifted to Aditi. How his name would fall from those pretty cherry lips of hers, how she would thread her fingers through his silken locks, how he would come back up to give her a taste of her arousal on his lips and how while doing so he would brush her dark hair away from that full-moon like face of hers. Fuck, he needed her.

As the pain from his hardness brought him back to reality, he heard the woman saying how she was near and needed him to come in her. He rolled his eyes and reached his hand over to his night stand. He opened one of the drawers to procure a condom, protected sex was always safe, specially when dealing with one-night stands. He slipped the rubber on to his shaft as he entered the woman. He grabbed a pillow and put it on the woman’s shoulder as he buried his head into it. He imagined his Aditi’s beautiful moans as he made love to her, not fucked her like he was currently doing to this woman. He wanted to bury his head into her neck and smell her cocoa skin. He imagined the smell of her perfume mixed with her moisturizer that she had worn tonight. Ugh, he needed to be near her again. As he came inside her, he rested in her for a few more moments before pulling out to switch positions. He made her sit on top of his lap as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. He yanked her head away as he pulled her hair. He then entered her as she arched her back. He began to massage one of her nipples and sucked the other one, then vice-versa. As he jerked of inside her, still wearing his condom, he removed himself from her and disposed off his condom.

He then got up from the bed as he heard her whimper, “Are you not gonna stay in bed, Rooster?”

“Absolutely not. I’m gonna take a hot shower and you better wear your dress and get the fuck out of my bed before I return. My bodyguard will be waiting downstairs for you. He’ll drop you home.”

“And if I’m not gone, then what will you do? Punish me?” She was trying to be sexy by batting her eyelashes at him but he was not in the mood.

“Yep babydoll, I will punish you by putting this gun into your mouth and pulling the trigger, so start getting the fuck off.” He said with a smile on his face and venom dripping from his voice.

The woman still did not believe him until she saw the gun he was holding in his hand. She swallowed and quickly got up from the bed and grabbed her dress as she exited the room. Bradley sighed as he messaged Jake from his phone. He then proceeded to head into his bathroom and took a scalding hot shower to make himself feel sleepy. Even then she plagued his thoughts, his beautiful Aditi. He imagined washing her all throughout as aftercare for their intense love making sessions. He came out of his reverie and exited the bathroom after partially drying himself yet his head still having beads of water clinging to beachy hair. He dried himself completely as he imagined drying her off, tying her hair with a towel to naturally dry her dark hair. He then grabbed a thick pillow, fell face first into the bed, then readjusted his position while burying his head into the side of the pillow, imagining how it would be to bury his head in the crook of her neck. He switched the AC to a chilly 16 degrees and grabbed his comforter as his eyes drooped and he fell into a deep, nightmare-less sleep.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

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hyperfixated-homo · 1 year

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Can I request a moceit dads thing?

-g

Mociet meet-cute

Janus takes the twins on a playdate. Their friend’s parent is much cuter than he thought they would be.

Ao3 link

I have no thoughts they’re just cute. its more mociet than dad content, hope that’s alright :)

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"Slow down, you two! You're going to break something!" Janus called exasperatedly.

Remus and Roman ran faster, almost sprinting away from him and towards the house at the end of the neighborhood.

He silently apologized to all of the wonderful people he was sure they were disturbing in the quiet area. It was only nine in the morning and his boys were shrieking like he'd taken away their toys and left them in a closet to starve.

He hoped Mr Heart had some wine in his house. Janus didn't think he could handle dealing with the disaster twins for another day and a half without some alcohol.

There was a slight chill in the autumn air today. The leaves had begun to change to a spectacular display of reds and yellows. Here and there, some had begun to fall from their branches, only to get crushed beneath shoes and car tires. A cloudless blue sky covered a neighborhood of pretty little houses painted all the colors of the rainbow. The wind carried a mix of the tree's scent and the newly fallen leaves.

Janus smiled at the pleasant weather and grabbed the collar of his thick, warm sweater. He pulled it up and grinned at the sun. It was a good day for the kids to have chosen to have a play date.

He strolled towards the address Virgil's dad had given him over the phone (a light blue one, he noted, fifth down the street).

He could see his little eight year olds standing at the driveway. They were both almost vibrating with excitement, calling him over in voices that were far too loud considering he was less than five meters away.

It only made him grin harder.

He made it to them and the boys practically dragged him to the front door. Remus jumped up on the fence to ring the doorbell ("Once is enough, Squishy!") and before he knew it the door was opening with a quiet creak.

And Janus was promptly met with quite possibly the most stunning man he'd ever seen in his life.

The man stood a good few centimeters taller than him, but didn't tower over him by any means. His clothes are simple, a pair of beige khaki shorts and a light blue golf shirt that almost matched in shade with the walls of his house. Soft, kind eyes sparkled at him from behind thin circle glasses, and he wore a smile that made Janus want to know him.

To put it simply, Janus was very, very gay.

Thank god for his three years of theater in middle school, without it he might have just died on the spot.

"Hi there kiddos! You got here just in time, I just finished some cookies that I was going to give to Virgil." God, he sounded like a sweetheart too, this is so unfair. Who gave him the right to look and sound like that? He sounded like he was glowing. How the hell can a person sound like they're glowing?!

Janus felt himself slip into a smooth, honeyed voice almost automatically. He plastered a smirk that he hoped seemed sly and not completely infatuated onto his face.

"Of course, darling. Give the kids a sugar rush before they go out and play. I'm sure that won't end in disaster."

He winced internally at how condescending that came off, but was pleasantly surprised when Mr Heart just chuckled.

"Virge usually need some sugar before they go out. He doesn't like the outdoors all that much" he explained, voice still bright and shining.

"It's a wonder he gets along so well with mine then." Janus responded dryly, rolling his eyes for extra flair (the boys had to learn their over-the-top dramatics from somewhere).

The man laughed again and stepped back to let them in.

Roman and Remus said hello as quickly as they could before sprinting to the counter, yelling hellos at another kid they could now see sitting there.

"I'm Patton," he beamed, holding his hand out "it's nice to meet you!"

Janus took his hand, and instead of shaking it brought it up to his mouth.

"Janus King" came his reply, praying to a god he didn't even believe in that Patton didn't see past his clever facade.

And it seemed his prayers were answered, as Patton stuttered over his words, face turning a pretty shade of pink. Janus found himself staring at the freckles the color brought out.

"Cookies!" he exclaimed suddenly, "I- uh- I just baked some cookies if you want them? I could make you a drink too if you'd like- I mean most people want a drink with cookies-"

Janus found himself giggling at his new friend's poor attempt to hide his scrambling, but he took pity on him and decided to accept the change in conversation.

"Do you have any tea?" he said warmly.

"Ah- yes!" Patton turned on and started walking towards the counter. He only blushed harder when he realized that Janus wasn't planning on letting go of his hand any time soon. "What kind do you like?"

Conversation flowed enjoyably as they made something to snack on. Patton was easy to talk to, and he was charming and charismatic when he wasn't busy being a flustered mess. His sense of humor was not the kind Janus indulged in usually, but he found himself laughing along to his silly puns and dad jokes more often than not.

He laughed a lot around Patton. And not even necessarily in a flirty way either.

The smell of freshly baked shortbread cookies, sweet with the scent of vanilla and honey, waft through the air. The sound of their boy's joyful laughter filled any quiet that may have been present at the little house.

With sugar on tongue stars in his eyes, Janus decided that the twins were going to be spending a lot more time in this house.

#sanders sides #patton sanders #janus sanders #mociet #fluff #soooo much fluff #shadow writes #never formatting on my phone again for tumblr or ao3 this was an awful experience #0/10 would not recommend #/lh

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razorblade180 · 1 year

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OC Test: Fists and Faces

The test is simple. Steal the name tag from from the mysterious cloaked individuals.

Everyone but the Snowflakes crew is present. All of them are armed with their standard equipment and fairly confused as they sit on a building and spot a figure in a white cloak minding their own business as they pass through the empty streets of Vale.

Yujin:So we’re robbers now?

Mona:Speak for yourself. Same shit, different day!

Carnary:You are way to pleased to say that.

Kovu:Anyone else hear that?

They listen really closely. Muffled sounds slowly become recognized as music; party music at that. The individual can be seen bopping their head and walking with obvious pep in their step.

Tenzen:Pretty sure they’re wearing headphones.

Aero:That shit must be blaring if we’re hearing it!

Carmine:…I don’t like this. Feels like a trap. Also, aren’t there supposed to be more than one? It said “individuals”

Mona:Come one come all! Like it matters. Target is a name tag? Easy! I’ll rob them faster than their playlist can shuffle.

Mona leapt off the building and began sprinting down its side. The nimble thief jumped halfway down onto a lamp post to perch directly behind her target. With a smug smile she launched herself like a pouncing cat at its prey. Mona was confident she had the upper hand. Unfortunately, she was wrong. For seemingly no reason, the figure raised her right leg and kicked back, straight into the sky. Their sole connected into Mona’s chin, sending the girl flying up before hitting the concrete.

Aero:Mona!!!

The figure jumped into the air to prepare an axe kick to Mona’s gut. Carmine acted immediately, grabbing her blade and launching herself straight at the target. Clearly the person had good instincts. They stopped their attack as they noticed Carmine, choosing to direct the kick at her blade to vault over it. Carmine was impressed they dodged, but not so stunned to forget to grab their cloak and yank it off. She wanted to know what she was dealing with.

Carmine:You okay dumbass?

Mona:D..Dizzy.

Carmine:Yeah? Do me a favor and lay there. You’ll only get in the way.

Mona:Fuck off… I was gonna lay here anyways.

Attenion is was drawn back to their shared target. Before they stood a girl in white sneakers with dark orangey pink soles that matched her short hair. Her long slender legs were covered in white fishnets that led up to a bouncy white skirt and a pound on her left hip. From how comfortable she moved in it, Carmine surmised there had to shorts underneath. The lady showed off her stomach with a crop top that matched her hair as well. The half jacket she wore was immediately identified to be Weiss’s old jacket from her days at Beacon. Her nails were painted black and her head continued to bob to the music playing on her headphones while she twirled her name tag on her finger, too fast for anyone to read. Her little dance stopped the moment she looked at Carmine. The girl took off her sunglasses and let them hang on her shirt. Black winged eyeliner and lipstick seemed almost out of place on her energetic face that held excitement beautifully portrayed in her shining silver eyes.

???:Wooooow! Nice hair color! Is that natural?

Carmine immediately runs at her with hostile intent.

???:Oop- guess we’re still throwing hands.

She put her name tag in her pouch a put her fists with a smile, resuming her playful bounce to the beat of her playlist. Carmine began slashing left and right; even full on rapid thrust, but only made contact with air as the girl sidestepped each attack with unorthodox rhythm. Carmine swung Stamen at the pouch but the blade was promptly caught with a firm left hand. The target yanked her closer and gave the huntress a clean jumping roundhouse to the jaw. As she landed, she backflipped, clipping Carmine’s chin with the tip of her shoes. She kept the moment by front flipping into another axe kick the hit Carmine’s nose. To add insult to injury, the girl landed in the splits then spun back up to her feet, sweeping Carmine’s in the process.

Carmine growled as she spun back up on her feet as well. She raised Stamen up across her body and swung down with her real strength, striking the ground and releasing a shockwave that tore up the concrete as it made its way to the mystery girl. It came at such speed that the girl couldn’t dodge and was sent flying backwards. Carmine quickly gave chase as her foe was already recovering midair. To her right, Canary unexpectedly came flying by with Harbinger. The two huntresses came at the girl from each side and forced her block with her forearms.

???:I’m sensing hostility!

Carmine and Canary: You have silver eyes.

???:So? What about it?

The skirmish broke apart and all three immediately rushed back in to clash with intense vigor.

Tenzen:I see the resemblance but she’s acting like a Little Miss Mercury Black

Aero:Kicks are universal dude. Or in this case, multiversal.

Jael:So are we gonna help or…

Aero:Pass. In case you haven’t noticed, Carmine has a real hate boner for Rose relatives with silver eyes. I will however pick Mona up. *flies off*

Yujin:Canary also has that similar hate. It’s like the one thing they bond about.

Kovu:It’s probably why Carmine isn’t yelling at her for joining in. I’m positive if we tried she might actually fight us.

Jacquelyn:Sounds about right.

Sienna:Guys? Turn around.

The group looks across to another rooftop to discover a black cloaked figure standing in silence. Sienna can’t explain it exactly, but she feels like she should be alert.

Sienna:They got really close before I could sense their presence.

Kovu:Why not attack when they had the chance.

Yujin:I wouldn’t jump us. You see how many people are on this roof?

Lucas:So who wants to tangle with the Ghost of Christmas Future?

Serenity:Shouldn’t it be you, who can see the literal future?

Lucas:I’m too invested in fight number one. Gonna keep my eye on it.

Everyone: (So he is peeking into the future.)

Jael:Mom?

Jackie:Meh. Even from here I can that person is pretty young. Beating up children would just be mean.

Jael:Sounds like you just don’t want this to end before it begins.

Jackie:I do love a good story.

Sienna: I’ll face them. Standing is no fun.

Jael:Care to make it a sis tag team?

Sienna:Be my guest. *jumps*

Jael:Kinda how that works. I’m your only sister. *floats down*

Kovu:Guess we’re benched.

Yujin:Nah. I’ll just wait to swoop in if needed.

Tenzen:That’s being benched Hun.

Lucas:Not to spoil anything, but Mrs. Frost? You probably should’ve went.

The maiden looked down to the streets as the hooded figure joined Jackie’s daughters down below.

Sienna:Wassup. I’m Sienna Frost. The pretty one beside me is my kid sister Jael. Sense we’re getting to know each other, might as well share your name and face. After all, we’re still gonna have to scrap for name tag.

???:……

Jael:Seriously? Trust me, the hood will fall off sooner or late-

They took the hood off, revealing the face of a young boy that couldn’t be much older than Jael; if he was older to begin with that is. Thick scruffy black hair was layered on his head with a pair of cat ears that matched. His keen silver eyes locked onto Sienna’s ears before his gaze shifted to Jael. Instinctively, Sienna put herself in front of Jael.

???:My name is Levi. Levi Belladonna. Sienna, such a special name. One that isn’t just tossed around. Combine that with your sister’s features, and I’m very curious on who it is you call father.

Sienna:I don’t think that’s really import-

Jael:Adam Taurus. That’s who we call dad.

Levi:I thought as much. Fate does the strangest things I suppose. Very well, I look forward to facing the the spawns of a demon.

Sienna:……Jael, calme down.

Jael:Pfft, you worry about me too much. I’m calm. I’m also taking the lead. Back me up if you like.

Sienna:Hey now…

Jackie:Jael!

Jael:I’m fine. I promise. *steps forward* Levi, was it? It’s pretty easy to imagine why you’d say such thing. I don’t know your history; just like how you nothing about ours. All we have is our experiences. So what that said, that insult of yours is only going to cost you a rib. I think that’s fair, wouldn’t you agree?

Jacquelyn:I should’ve ended this before it started.

Lucas:Oh yeah.

#rwby #the void #oc test #carmine arc rose #canary branwen #yujin xiao long #jael frost #sienna frost #jacquelyn frost #aero amitola #kovu belladonna #lucas belladonna #rwbabies #mona paulo furem #lie tenzen

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empanadafab · 1 year

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It’s Koi’s birthday today!

April 10th :) I have a special birthday piece for Koi so I hope you enjoy <3

Foshi, Dakota and Suzie belong to @fosh-star !! They are awesome characters so please go and check them out :) see end for notes

Koi slowly and sluggishly got out of bed, threw on a large T-shirt and made his way into the kitchen, where Yingue was waiting for him. She had made coffee, and Koi could smell the mouthwatering shakshuka in the frying pan. He gave her a hug and she handed him a cup of coffee.

“Happy birthday, Koi,” she said lovingly, giving him a warm smile. “I hope you like the food, I tried my best but I’ve never cooked Egyptian food before - i had to get Fab’s advice…”

“It looks amazing,” Koi cut her off. He was so impressed by the effort Yingue had gone to, to make his favourite breakfast. “I’m so hungry!! Can we start eating?”

They sat down at the table and both dove into the shakshuka. Yingue had overheard Koi talking about how much he missed eating it back in Egypt, so she wanted to surprise him. After Koi’s third helping of the food, she gave him his birthday gifts: a fashionable new outfit, some sunglasses to match, and a new set of golden piercings to top it off.

Koi hugged Yingue again, she knew his fashion taste so well, and he couldn’t wait to try it on. But first, he walked over to his small balcony, and sure enough, Foshi and Dakota were opposite, on their balcony, finishing their breakfast out there like they did every morning.

Koi gave them a big, excited wave, but they both just nodded back at him before going back into their apartment. Disappointedly, Koi sauntered back into the kitchen, a confused look settling over his face. Koi expected that from Dakota, but not from Foshi. Did they forget it was his birthday? That was impossible - they couldn’t forget Koi’s birthday!

“Everything okay?” Yingue asked worriedly, concerned at why Koi looked so sullen all of a sudden.

“Uh… yeah? Dakota and Foshi were being strange but it’s probably just me.” Koi replied, still confused.

Koi pulled out his phone and tried to call Guido. It went to voicemail, so he tried again, and, to Koi’s relief, Guido answered the phone.

“Hellooo! Do you want to hang out today? I was thinking we could go out for drinks?” Koi asked enthusiastically - he always hung out with Guido on his birthday.

“Koi, I’m really busy with work today, and you know I only drink on special occasions - can we do it another day?” Guido replied dryly.

“But it is a special occasion!” Koi hinted, but he only heard a sigh from Guido in response.

“Look, I’m at work, I have too much to do - and it’s not even an important day. I’ll call you back later.” Guido promptly hung up before Koi could reply.

Koi forcefully put his phone down, heaving a loud sigh. How could everyone forget his birthday?

——————

“This is so frustrating!! I cant keep this secret from Koi!” Foshi complained to Dakota. She was excited about the plan, but felt bad for Koi in making him believe everyone forgot about him.

“Don’t worry, Foshi. The party is at 6, you just have to get through this afternoon and help me set up. Anyway, it will be good for him to be humbled, even if its only for a few hours,” Dakota replied, he was annoyed to have to host the party at his apartment - Koi was always so messy, especially if he was drunk. But Foshi had insisted on hosting - she wanted to show Koi how much they appreciated him. They had arranged for Yingue to keep Koi distracted until the party, so they could get the apartment ready.

——————

“Koi, try to calm down. Maybe they forgot because they’ve all had stressful weeks at work, you have too. Let’s take your mind off it.” Yingue suggested to a very miserable Koi, who felt extremely abandoned - but he was grateful for Yingue, she would never forget something so important to Koi.

Koi hadn’t even received any birthday messages - he felt so forgotten. Koi loved his birthday - it was the one day a year where people had to pay attention to him. Koi, being the youngest of 5 kids, was usually shunned to the side, so he always looked forward to his birthday, it made him feel appreciated. But for all his friends to forget?! Koi felt like a child again, overlooked and the lowest priority.

Yingue could tell Koi was devastated, but she couldn’t tell him anything - it would be worth it for the look on his face this evening.

“Let’s go out and watch a movie! How about the new John Wick film? You’ve been waiting ages for that,” she proposed, hoping he wouldn’t ask too many questions - in order to not ruin the surprise.

Koi sighed again, “Sure. Thank you for remembering, Yingue”

——————

Koi and Yingue happily left the theatre - the film was very entertaining, and they made their way to a shawarma restaurant for lunch - another one of Koi’s favourite foods. Koi was wearing his new outfit, and he looked stunning. The clothes fit his body shape perfectly, and the jewellery complimented his skin tone beautifully.

They sat down for lunch, and Koi checked his phone again. Still nothing.

“What if none of them really like me?” Koi wondered out loud, expressing his concern to Yingue.

“Why would you think that?” She replied, if she let him do the talking, she would be less likely to spoil the surprise.

“It’s just… Dakota’s always hated me, and what if the others actually start to agree with him? I get it, I can be annoying, and maybe rude, too. But maybe this is their way of cutting me off? What’s worse, they don’t even know about my old job in Argentina… but maybe they found out?? And now they hate me?!” Koi leaned back in his chair, he looked genuinely heartbroken. Yingue’s heart dropped to see Koi feel like this.

“Koi. Your friends appreciate you so much! I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for this, give them a chance,” she comforted, her eyes soft and endearing as they met Koi’s.

“You’re right,” he smiled back at her, “let’s just enjoy our food. And you can appreciate how AMAZING I look in these sunglasses!” Koi put his sunglasses on and showed them off, pulling stupid faces at Yingue.

They spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and walking through the city - it was a peaceful time, even if the city was extremely busy. Koi thrived in cities, so he felt like he was at home, finally.

Just before 6pm, Yingue took Koi’s hand and led him back towards their apartment.

Koi got suspicious when they entered Foshi’s building and not their own.

“Let’s just say hello to them, maybe they’ll remember when they see you!” Yingue lied, excited with the anticipation of seeing Koi’s face when he noticed the surprise.

“Ughh, fine. But let’s be quick - it’s embarrassing for me that they don’t remember,” koi groaned as they got to Foshi’s door.

Koi opened it quickly - Foshi usually left the door unlocked during the day. The lights were off, so Koi turned around to leave, but Yingue motioned him further inside. Koi wandered through the apartment and went into the living room. He flicked the lights on and….

“SURPRISE!!!” everyone yelled, Koi was taken aback.

The whole gang was in the living room, holding party poppers and the entire room was decorated with birthday banners and balloons. Everyone wore a party hat, even Dakota, who was clearly forced into it by Foshi, who was at the front, grinning and laughing at Koi’s bewildered face. Suzie threw balloons at him, and Guido was helping her. Fab was covering his ears from the commotion, but he still smiled enthusiastically at Koi.

Koi stood there in shock, before a large smile covered his face and he shouted in excitement. He hugged everyone, and then he hugged Yingue, who was so happy to finally reveal the secret. Koi felt like he could cry, he was so amazed that his friends arranged this just for him, and he couldn’t be more grateful for them all.

The party went on for hours, all of them drinking and laughing, and playing ridiculous party games.

“I almost forgot!! You need to open your presents!” Foshi jumped up from her seat, and ran to get a few small boxes, and an envelope.

Koi opened the boxes first - they consisted of figurines of his favourite action characters, eyeliner and some Egyptian trinkets. Koi thanked them all eagerly, before moving onto the envelope.

When he opened it, he froze, and the gang all watched as tears welled in his eyes. Guido spoke up: “we all contributed some money to buy you the tickets. We know how much you wanted to go back to Egypt, and since Sham El-Nassim is coming up, we thought you’d want to celebrate it back home.”

Koi couldn’t believe his eyes. He had been short of money for a while, and was devastated when he realised he couldn’t get to Egypt for Sham El-Nassim. He couldn’t believe his friends had given him plane tickets to go back. He was allowed to take one other person with him. Koi decided to take Guido. He apologised to Yingue, who was perfectly fine with it. It had been Koi’s dream to take Ciro and Guido to Egypt, but since Ciro couldn’t go, Koi still wanted to take Guido and fulfill the promise they had made to each other all those years ago.

Koi thanked his friends endlessly, and they all got back to partying, singing drunk karaoke and listening to Koi’s favourite songs.

It was the best birthday ever, Koi hoped nothing ever changed. He loved them all so much.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanks SO MUCH for reading! Koi is so important to me so I loved writing this. Even though he’s not real I am grateful I created him because I don’t know, but I’m sure you all get how important OCs can be. Developing Koi’s story has taken years but I enjoyed every moment of it and I can’t wait to share more about him with you!

* Sham El-Nassim is an Egyptian national holiday which celebrates the arrival of spring, it dates back to around 2700 BC, so before Christianity and Islam. Koi loves to celebrate Sham El-Nassim and it’s one of his favourite holidays :) :p

#oc #oc fabrizio #oc koi #writeblr #oc guido #writing blog #oc yingue #birthday #writerscommunity #writing #writebrl #oc fiction

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much-obliged-timothy · 2 years

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Devil May Cry: Surrounded By Fate Part 1

Part 1 of a 2 part AU in which Vergil finds and raises baby Nero (find part 2 here)! I finished my replay of DMC 5 and have so many feels about this family so I’m just going to keep throwing AUs about them at the internet to cope

Escaping the demonic world was a massive undertaking, and Vergil was surprised he succeeded at all.

But it left him weak. Too weak to risk a fight. He couldn’t let anyone - especially Dante - find out he’d escaped until he’d recovered. He was not a fool; he knew that could take months, likely even years.

He had only been trying to seek refuge in Fortuna. He had not expected to discover the child.

His child.

The boy was an orphan, being raised by the Order. It wasn’t just the boy’s appearance that gave it away, nor was it the frantic math Vergil did in his head when he realized the boy’s age.

It was the pull. Like something was tying them together- like the blood of Sparda himself called to its kin.

Vergil made inquiries. The child had been left in Fortuna as a baby. The timeline matched Vergil’s mental math.

He did not know what drove him to do it, but he claimed the child.

Foolish. It was damned foolish of him. He was too weak to reliably protect himself, much less a child. And for as old as he felt, he was young. He’d lost track of time, but once he discovered the date, he realized he’d turned twenty in the time it took him to escape.

He decided to stay in Fortuna. The Knights protected the city from demon attacks, and the place was isolated. It was a good spot for him to rest with little chance of detection. There was no reason for Dante to come sniffing around here, which is what cemented Vergil’s decision to stay.

He investigated Fortuna thoroughly before deciding to hide in plain sight. In his weakened state, the citizens took pity on him. He despised pity, but it meant they were not suspicious of him. They thought he was just a sickly young man putting his faith in Sparda like the rest of them.

The child was a problem.

“Nero” was the boy’s name. When Vergil was too weak to get out of bed, he’d use the time to research childcare. He suspected Nero had not received proper handling as an orphan. He regularly cried when he was left in a dark room to sleep, long, piercing wails. Vergil used his good days to set up a nursery and experiment with night lights until he found one that seemed to keep the child from panic at night.

He also seemed to be touch-starved.

Vergil always held the baby awkwardly in his arms. He didn’t quite know what to do with such a small, fragile being. He’d built himself for destruction, not affection.

But Nero would always grab tiny fistfuls of Vergil’s shirt and snuggle against him. Nero slept best when he was cradled against Vergil’s chest. Most days Vergil was too tired to fight it.

And, admittedly, having the problem of the child around meant Vergil had something to focus his nightmare-addled mind on. He spent much time researching how to raise a child, used his good days to slowly but surely fix up a proper nursery for the boy, and found much of his time eaten up by looking after the child.

He read to Nero regularly. Vergil enjoyed poetry, so when he read it for himself, he decided to just read it aloud for Nero, too. Nero was too young to understand the words, but he always looked fascinated by the rhythmic sound of his father’s voice. He’d promptly stick his thumb in his mouth and gaze wide-eyed and soothed at Vergil as he read.

When Nero learned how to walk, Vergil found himself with a whole new set of problems.

He’d never expected just how much mischief a toddler could get into. Nero was a grabby child, quick to get his hands on anything left unattended. This once included a sword Vergil had stolen from the Order for protection.

Vergil found the boy playing with the sword, too weak to lift it but seeming to entertain himself by tilting it back and forth. His chubby little legs had been dangerously close to the blade of the sword.

Vergil found that he still could move at dizzying speed.

He’d found himself with a whining toddler in one arm and a sword in the other. The next day, he’d promptly gotten a lock for his closet and stashed the sword in there.

He felt his strength coming back to him, but it was frustrating to have been knocked down so much from his previous power. Some days he woke and found he could not move much without becoming overwhelmingly fatigued. It was on one such day that he discovered he did, in fact, love his son.

Vergil had been sitting on the couch reading when he fell asleep, exhausted after embarrassingly little housework. When he woke up, it was dark in the house, and he’d realized he’d fallen asleep for several hours and left the toddler unattended.

He’d sat up so fast it made him dizzy. A blanket he was positive he’d not had when he fell asleep slipped off his lap.

But there was little Nero, indulging himself with a juicebox. He’d managed to poke the straw through the back on his first attempt and spilled a significant amount on the floor. Vergil found he was grateful that a juice stain seemed to be the only damage Nero had managed after several hours with no adult supervision.

Nero noticed him awake and picked his head up. “Da sleepy?”

“Yes,” Vergil said, rubbing his eyes and settling back against the couch. “What did you do while I was sleeping?”

“Play,” Nero said. He held a finger to his lips and made a shushing sound. “Play shhh! Da sleepin’.”

Indeed, Nero had a few stuffed animals before him instead of his usual blocks and hard toys. Vergil was surprised he’d been considerate enough to play quietly when Vergil was sleeping.

Nero sipped on his juice box. Vergil felt overwhelmed at the realization he hadn’t fed the boy since early this morning. The kid must be starving, but Vergil didn’t know if he had the strength to get to the kitchen and make something for him.

“Is there…” Vergil struggled to recall what groceries he’d gotten the other day. “Bread?”

Nero nodded, his hair flopping onto his forehead as he did so. It was getting too long. Vergil needed to cut it soon, which added to the overwhelming feeling. Such simple tasks; it infuriated him that he faltered at the idea of trying to perform them.

“Eat that,” Vergil said. It was not very responsible parenting, but the child wouldn’t wither away from starvation if he went one day without a proper lunch or dinner.

“Toast?” Nero said.

“No,” Vergil said firmly. “Don’t touch the toaster. Just bread, Nero.”

Nero pulled the juice box away so he could put a finger to his lip, like he always did when he had a question. Vergil felt it was becoming a common sight. The boy seemed to question everything.

“Da hungry?” he asked.

“No,” Vergil said.

“I make Da toast?” Nero said.

“No,” Vergil repeated. “Do not touch the toaster.”

Nero got up, wobbling a little as he tried to get his balance. Vergil wondered if he had been so uncoordinated as a child.

Nero waddled over to the couch, pulling himself up onto it and managing to spill a little more juice in the process. Vergil was too tired to care.

Nero had tucked his favorite stuffed dog under his arm. He set it carefully on the couch before pulling himself onto Vergil’s lap and reaching up with his free hand, pressing it to Vergil’s forehead and furrowing his brow in concentration.

Vergil was surprised. He’d done the same to Nero last month when the boy developed a bad cough and fatigue. He’d told Nero he’d been checking for a fever. He found it hard to believe a child with the attention span of a goldfish had actually remembered the motion.

“Da…sick?” Nero said hesitantly.

“Something like that, yes,” Vergil said, pulling Nero’s hand away. “I am fine, Nero. Go eat.”

Nero grabbed his stuffed dog and tucked it carefully against Vergil’s side. He messily pulled the blanket back over Vergil.

“Better?” he asked.

Vergil didn’t know why he had to clear his throat before he spoke. “Thank you. Go eat.”

Nero shifted and Vergil took the dog, holding it out. Nero stared at it longingly. He couldn’t sleep without the damn thing.

“Nero, take it. It’s your toy,” Vergil said.

Nero shook his head stubbornly, despite that longing look. “Nu-uh. He make Da feel better.” Nero pushed the dog back at Vergil. “Keep him! Feel better!”

Vergil tightened his hold on the toy. “You don’t have to let me keep him. Not if you want him.”

“Sick,” Nero said, pointing a stern finger at Vergil. “He help!”

Vergil could not identify what he was feeling. Instead, he focused on Nero’s lackluster, broken vocabulary and decided it was something they needed to work on. He was capable of better speech; the boy was a damn parrot, quick to repeat anything he heard but seemingly refusing to hold a real conversation when he could clip his sentences.

“Go eat,” Vergil said again. He felt strange the longer Nero stayed here.

“M’kay.” Nero looked down at his juice box, frowning sadly. He held it out to Vergil. “Da drink? Feel better?”

Why…? Nero loved his stuffed dog and his juice boxes. Why would a child with little sense of sharing give them to Vergil? Vergil could only stare at him.

Nero pushed the juice box into Vergil’s hand. He hopped off the couch and waddled to the kitchen. Vergil listened to the sounds of a toddler making a mess in his attempt to get a few slices of bread.

He was even more surprised when Nero returned with a slice clutched in each little hand. He stared up at the couch, then to his full hands. He looked at Vergil expectantly.

Vergil lifted him onto the couch. Nero settled himself in Vergil’s lap and held the bread out.

“Here,” he said.

“I’m not hungry,” Vergil said. “I told you I wasn’t.”

Nero kept holding the bread out. Vergil took it from him and set it on the coffee table.

“I’ll eat it later,” he said, to please the boy. It seemed to work.

Nero ate his bread. He yawned and stretched, getting onto his knees and crawling up to Vergil’s chest.

He paused, then stood up and pressed a kiss to Vergil’s head before curling back into his chest. He rested his head over Vergil’s heart, seeming soothed by the sound of its steady beating.

“Night, Da. I love you,” he said sleepily before drifting off.

Vergil had no words. He put his arm around Nero securely. He was amazed to discover he returned the sentiment.

He loved Nero. He loved his son.

***

As Nero grew older, Vergil trained him. While Vergil was too weak to keep at it some days, he always made Nero practice. Nero found it fun, if not frustrating at times.

Vergil sent him off to school with other kids, realizing that Nero had been largely isolated with Vergil most of his short life. It was unsurprising to discover that Nero did not know how to interact with others very well, and quickly became an outcast.

He did make a friend though, a little girl named Kyrie. Her parents, once they realized Nero was the son of the sickly young man that kept to himself in town, looked after Nero on Vergil’s bad days. They had a son as well, a boy named Credo. Nero became incredibly close with the family.

Vergil would never admit it out loud, but he was relieved at the help with Nero. While his strength was steadily coming back to him, he still had days where the exhaustion left him bedridden and unable to look after his son. Any day Nero showed up alone to school, Kyrie insisted on Nero coming home with her after, as she’d learned that Vergil only failed to walk Nero to school if he was too sick to do it.

Being around others heightened Nero’s curiosity. He even began to ask about family.

“It’s just us, Nero,” Vergil told him. “Just you and me.”

It hadn’t been the answer Nero wanted to hear, but he hugged Vergil anyway. Vergil was constantly amazed by how much love the little boy had for him.

Vergil had his own lessons for Nero at home, feeling an education from Fortuna was not exactly the best his son could receive. While Vergil had limited formal education himself, he was self-taught and transferred that knowledge on to his son. They trained and had home lessons and just…lived.

They lived. Vergil had never imagined himself with any kind of domestic life.

But his goal for power shifted. He’d longed to be protected and learned to protect himself when no one came to aid him as a child. Now he had a child, and his need for power shifted to merge his goal with his experience of fatherhood; he wanted to be strong enough to protect Nero from anything.

He loved his boy. For as frustrated and overwhelmed as fatherhood left him, Vergil loved his boy.

He was unsurprised when the Order sought to make Nero one of their Knights. Vergil consented to the training because Nero wanted to do it. He still continued his own training with the child.

It was when Nero was eight, the same age Vergil had been when everything in his life fell apart, that they found themselves training in the forest.

Vergil struck his sword against Nero’s with too much force, still occasionally forgetting that Nero was more human than demon. Nero went flying back from the force of the blow, his sword spinning out of his hands and sticking in the ground.

“Dad,” Nero huffed, looking at his raw hands.

Vergil grabbed the sword out of the ground and instead leaned it against a tree. “You should’ve said something.”

“I trained with the Order today,” Nero said, sitting on the ground and collapsing on his back, arms sprawled. “My hands hurt. Can we take a minute?”

“You’ve done enough training for today,” Vergil said, sitting next to Nero and examining his hands. He put pressure on Nero’s palm, and Nero yelped.

“Ow! That fuckin’ hurts!” Nero whined, jerking his hand away.

“Language,” Vergil snarled.

“Oh. Oops,” Nero said. “I forgot again.”

Still ever the obnoxious parrot, Nero seemed to have adapted to pick up and repeat any bad language he heard. It was becoming quite common now that he was training with adults in the Order. Vergil despised the foul, inelegant language.

Nero shifted so that he could drop his head in Vergil’s lap. Vergil brushed Nero’s hair off his forehead.

“Dad?” Nero said.

“Hm?” Vergil said, back to examining Nero’s injured hands.

“What was your mom like?” he asked.

The question caught Vergil off-guard. “She-”

She left me. She left me to fend for myself when I was just your age, because she loved my brother more than me. I was so scared and I cried out for her, and she never came for me.

Nero sat up, looking worried. “I’m sorry, dad. Forget I asked.”

Vergil couldn’t imagine what expression was on his face for Nero to react like that. Vergil only put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

Vergil drew Nero into his side, putting his arm around his boy. The idea of Nero scared and crying out for him tore at Vergil’s heart.

Nero rested his head on Vergil’s shoulder and put his arms around him. “I love you dad.”

Vergil rested his cheek against Nero’s hair and closed his eyes. His parents were gone. His brother was gone, in any way it mattered anymore.

But he was not alone anymore. He had a purpose again, a true reason to get strong. He had something to fight for, and fighting was all he’d ever been good at. He was no longer fighting his way through this world unloved and unwanted.

“I love you too, Nero,” Vergil said.

Vergil was not a perfect man, and certainly not a perfect father. He’d gotten more wrong than right when it came to raising Nero.

But he would not make his boy live the same childhood Vergil had. Vergil would always come to Nero’s aid when he was scared and crying out for help. He would do whatever it took to protect Nero and their quiet life in Fortuna.

And for years, he kept that silent promise.

And then Dante unraveled Vergil’s world once more.

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@defectivexfragmented : matt’s open starter

It was generally one of the last places he wanted to be; a gala fundraiser. The room filled wall to wall with the arrogant elite who actually cared nothing for the people who the fundraiser was for, only coming to show face and overpriced champagne. His crinkled at the overwhelming smell of cologne and perfume that wafted around like a thick cloud, though he did his best to ignore it. Foggy had dragged him there despite his rather verbal protests the whole way until he was starkly reminded how he owed him one for everything he had put up with over the last few months.

“Matt, you better play nice. This is a real opportunity for us.” The blond warned him, seeing the look of distaste on his face. A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne and Foggy promptly swiped two glasses off of it, setting one down in front of Matt as a peace offering. “Now, you have a sip of that while I go rub elbows of potential clients. Potential paying clients. Note the key word in that sentence. Paying.”

“Yeah, I get it, Foggy. I already told you that I would behave myself.” Sightless eyes rolled behind the red shades, his hand creeping forward on the small table until fingertips felt the cool smoothness of glass beneath them, carefully picking up the flute. Though he had already known exactly where the glass was. It was all for show for anyone watching, one hand holding the top of his cane. “Go schmooze and rub elbows.” Foggy gave him tap on the shoulder with a smile to match then made his way off into the crowd, leaving Matt to stand alone at the tall bar table, taking a sip of his champagne with a heavy sigh.

This was by far the last place he wanted to be. But at least the champagne was good.

Fundraisers were practically part of the job description of being an Avenger --- not that Steve had ever signed an official contract that said so. Some of the causes were legitimate; Tony had a few charities in his name, Stark Industries as a business a whole lot more. Steve volunteers time more than he does money ( simply because he has more of the former than the latter, ) and also because showing up with a smile and dance to convince people to hand money over feels a little too similar to getting up on a stage with fifty USO performers trying to sell war bonds to the American public. While helpful --- it wasn’t his most useful talent. Still --- when an invite from Ms Potts, or Agent Hill, or directly from Tony Stark himself comes through, and he happens to be in town, Steve irons his shirt and shines his shoes and makes an appearance. Sometimes, the dollars start pouring in just because Captain America had shaken a hand.

The agendas were thick and rife within the function hall. Steve recognises a few politicians he may or may not have had recent spiffs with --- one over the internet, and one in person during a press conference. He’s cajoled by a stern glance from Pepper Potts into shaking the man’s hand, but he doesn’t smile for the camera. It takes all the self restraint inside him to walk away from that encounter without causing a scene, and it has him scouting the hall for an empty table. There doesn’t appear to be one, but he does find one with only one other person on it --- and he doesn’t recognise the man as a politician so he takes his chances and walks over.

‘ Mind if I join you ? ’ he asks, with the weight of a dreadful evening in his voice, He clocks the white cane belatedly, and hopes his sudden presence doesn’t startle the man. He introduces himself, not because he’s now aware the man can’t see him, but because assuming people knew who he was by face alone was just not a habit he’d ever gotten into. ‘ I’m Steve. I’ve been selling handshakes for the past hour and I could really use a breather. ’

#defectivexfragmented #defectivexfragmented ft. matt.

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