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wreckmetoji · 1 year

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An Audience

A fic in which Wolfwood is still bad at feelings but at least he dicks you down good

↳ Nicholas D. Wolfwood/Reader

content warning. gender-neutral pronouns, afab reader, mild overstimulation, unprotected sex, profanity, shameless smut, fluff, slight angst, don’t worry baby boy vash will get his turn eventually

I recommend reading Stargazing and Cigarettes for a bit of context, however it isn’t completely necessary

minors DNI

6.8k words

Love wasn't in your cards. That was something you had to wake up and realize, seeing the empty space in your sleeping bag that seemed twice as big now, despite being made for only one person. You weren't surprised, you couldn't be, you knew Nicholas D. Wolfwood well enough despite him only being in your life for the span of a couple weeks. He seemed... Non-committal, avoidant, and definitely bad at expressing feelings, let alone understanding them. Still, though, the short lived pang in your chest made you visibly wince. Either that, or the sun peering over the dunes, momentarily blinding you. It seemed you were the first to wake up, thank the gods for that, because you wouldn't know how to explain your brief moment of melancholy to the honest, good-hearted people around you. They would all be waking up shortly, so you were quick to recoup. Rubbing your eyes, slapping your cheeks, and standing from your sleeping bag, you vowed to carry on bravely. It was a moment of passion, you were both looking for a lifeline. At least, that's what you told yourself. You had been silently pining over Wolfwood for nearly the entire time he had been traveling with you, but it was time to shove those feelings deep, deep down, bottle them up and put them on the shelf of regrets and things left unsaid. You would have time to reminisce over it later down the line in your life. Poorly rolling up your crumpled sleeping bag, making sure to smack the sand out of the creases in the process lest you want it in every single crevice next time you find yourself stranded. That action must have roused Vash from his sleep, as you could hear a small groan from beside you. It made you smile, shaking your head. For someone constantly on the run, he seemed so carefree sometimes. That was just so undeniably Vash, though. "Good morning," Vash rasped, both hands coming up to rub his eyes, before placing his glasses on his face. "Mornin'," You returned, clipping the straps over your sleeping bag to hold it in place. "Did you sleep alright? I thought I heard you up pretty late, and now you're the first up." You weren't sure why you didn't expect Vash to be perceptive, considering it's in his passive nature to worry about and care for the people around him. The slightly bitter purse of your lips seemed to give you away, and he obviously took the hint not to pursue how you were feeling any further. "Well, once we get to the next town over, we'll get a motel or something and you can nap. Don't worry about coming to get the car with us." A poignant smile graced your lips, more than likely noticed by Vash. "Thank you." It didn't need to be said, but you wanted to voice your appreciation to him whenever you could. You noticed in your travels together he didn't get that a lot, being that his reputation as The Human Typhoon preceded him. You'd been witness to some of the horrible things that followed Vash and his attempts at helping the general populous, and at first it terrified you, but after watching him dust himself off and get back up every single time, you came to admire him more than anything. Vash stood, kicking some sand over the makeshift fire pit that was most definitely already completely out, not that there was anything anywhere around you to catch fire anyways. "Looks like Meryl and Roberto are up," You stated, thumb pointing to the open passenger door of the vehicle several feet away. Meryl was already hopped out, and Roberto sat up groggily in the back seat. No Wolfwood, you took note after a glance around the area. "Great! We can head off right away... then..." Vash trailed off, glancing around the area. Seems as though he had the same realization you did. "Do you know–" "Let's get going." Both you and Vash whipped around, seeing Wolfwood walking over and down the nearest sand dune, his cross slung over his back in the usual fashion. You tried to make eye contact, but it seems he wasn't interested in catching your gaze, let alone acknowledging you at all. Maybe letting everything roll off your back would be harder than you anticipated. "Ahh, it's already so hot... I thought waking up early we would be able to beat some of the heat," You heard Meryl groan, earning a chuckle from both you and Vash. "How far is the next town?" "Uhm, twelve or so miles?" Vash seemed unsure, running his intricate cybernetic hand through his fluffy hair. So it could take you up to four hours to get there? By the time everyone had come to the consensus that it was time to leave right now immediately, Wolfwood was already a good several yards ahead, obviously having no intention of slowing his pace. The trek there was awful. You were tired, hungry, covered in grime and sweat, and Christ almighty, you could absolutely crush a glass of water. It didn't even have to be cold, you'd take lukewarm. You and Vash walked side by side, occasionally joined by Meryl and Roberto for a chat. At some point during your venture, Wolfwood had ended up behind everyone, probably something to do with his inability to trust anyone and everyone around him, or maybe you were just being bitter. "Wahhh, I'm so tired," You whined, wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. You intentionally made it seem exaggerated, hoping covering it up as fun and games make the shake of your legs less obvious as you walked up another mountain of sand beside Vash. "How much longer until we're there?" "We should be– should– oh, we're here!" Vash exclaimed after you had reached the top of the dune. You felt like you could cry tears of joy if your body had any moisture left in it at all, so instead you settled and a pathetic little cheer, your knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Your blond companion seemed to notice this, his metal arm coming down to your waist. He didn't touch you, simply hovering just in case you were to collapse. It wouldn't be the first time he's had to keep you from falling. Wolfwood walked in front of the two of you, bumping Vash in the shoulder with his cross as he passed. He stumbled, arm catching around your waist, nearly causing both of you to tumble down the hill. His sour mood made you scowl after you and Vash had gotten your bearings, in which you got a very frantic apology despite nothing being his fault. Wolfwood was simply acting like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. The group of you got to town, branching off in your respectful directions. You and Meryl made a beeline to the nearest and only motel in this tiny backwash town, deciding it would save on money if everyone paired up into their respective rooms. You and Meryl would share, as would Wolfwood and Roberto, leaving Vash his own room. You mutually decided he deserved privacy, considering he was the one that got everyone here in the first place. (You also decidedly left out the fact you were in this predicament because of him as well, since he was on car-charging duty.) Despite the slightly murky water and shitty soap that made your skin too dry, you accepted the cramped motel shower with open arms– after you had gotten a good late lunch in you– the lukewarm water sending goosebumps up your body. It might as well have been ice cold, considering you were in the direct sun and ridiculous heat for the first four, nearly five hours of your day. Your only respite in the sweltering heat was when Vash used his body to block the rays from hitting you first thing, but once the sun was high in the sky he could do nothing to save you. Fresh out of the shower, you sighed at your bag thrown on the bed. Your day clothes were hanging to dry, so really that only left you to putter about in your sleepwear. Not that this was an issue, considering you planned staying in this dingy motel room for the next twelve plus hours. You slipped your sleep shorts on, tugging the ratty worn t-shirt over your head soon after, flopping onto the bed with a huff. Meryl had gone out, most likely to the nearest market to stock up on supplies while Roberto, Vash, and Wolfwood fetched the car with a fully charged portable battery in hand. It wouldn't hurt to take a nap, you thought, considering how little you managed to sleep last night. You kicked your foot pathetically, cheeks flushing at the recollection of how warm his embrace was. Doesn't matter if he's just gonna be a dick to me after.

With a heavy, exasperated sigh, you pulled the blanket and sheet back from the bed, only flipping the thinner of the two on top of your body. He didn't explicitly tell you that you'd get to talk about it, he just made a noise and you had made an assumption. You really don't know what you were expecting of him, you didn't know why it bothered you so much. It was fine, everything would be fine, you just had to get over yourself and everything could go back to normal. It wasn't like he was treating you any different, he was probably just grumpy because he had to walk twelve miles on what felt like the hottest day of the goddamn year. Everything was going to be fine. You just needed a nap. You awoke with a slight start, eyes adjusting to the dark of the room. Meryl laid beside you, her back rising and falling at a steady pace. It was obvious she'd been asleep for a while with how disheveled the blankets were around her, and the slight tousle of her hair. Fuck, you hadn't meant to sleep this long, you didn't even hear her come into the room. You stretched your legs, swinging them over the side of the bed, and sliding your shoes on. You hoped the motel lobby was still open at the very least, and also hoped they sold snacks and drinks. As quietly as you could, you opened the squeaky motel door, sliding out, and shutting it behind you. Luck really was not on your side today, was all you could think as you came face to face with the closed blinds in the windows of the motel lobby. The open sign was flipped, all the lights were off, and not a soul adorned the streets. Considering how high the moons were in the sky, you could only assume it was pretty late. Well fuck. Heaving another sigh, you dejectedly turned heel, heading back to your shared room. What you didn't expect was bumping into another person on your way there. Wolfwood stood outside his- Vash's room? It was fine, everything was fine You tried to get away without saying anything, but having to walk past him in silence seemed to be mission impossible, especially considering the circumstances. "Why are you standing outside Vash's room?" You asked, hand coming up to the door handle of your shared space. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the numbered key ring and spinning it around his finger. "Traded," He mused, fingers tapping the cigarette he held in his hands, "Why, disappointed?" It was intentional, you knew he was trying to get under your skin, that's what he did, and as much as you wanted to say you wouldn't fall for it, you absolutely did. "No, I was just curious. I already told you, it's not like that." Wolfwood hummed in response, low and void of melody or emotion, almost like he was mocking you. "Right, and I'm Mother Mary." "Listen," You hissed, removing your hand from the door knob and taking a quick two strides over to him, "I'm okay with pretending like nothing happened last night, that's fine, but that doesn't give you an excuse to be shitty to me. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too, but don't be a dick." This seemed to irk him, the scrunch of his nose surprising you. "Who said I didn't want to talk about it?" God, you wanted to rip your hair out. Or his. It was fifty-fifty. "You're the one that ignored me all day," You whisper yelled, pointedly shoving a finger into his chest, "You're the one that wanted to act like nothing happened, you're the one that was nowhere to be seen first thing in the morning!" "Oh, I didn't realize you wanted an audience for it. If that's the case, why don't we wake everyone up and call them out here?" You raised your hands, dragging the heels of your palms down your face in frustration. "I can't win with you, Wolfwood. You're impossible. I'm going to bed." As you turned on your heel, you felt his hand close around your wrist. It was warm, electrifying. "You said you wanted to talk about it. Let's talk about it." A response you didn't think you'd ever hear from Nicholas D. Wolfwood. You sighed, nodding slowly, but when you turned to him he was releasing his grip on you and headed to the door of his room. "Not out here," He muttered, stamping out his cigarette while opening the door for you. Stepping inside, you saw his cross leaning up against the wall in the corner, but other than that nothing else was out of place. His room looked entirely clean, no belongings strewn about, the covers on bed were still fitted and tucked. Did he ever sleep? You kicked your shoes off and heard the door click closed behind you, making you vaguely aware that you were completely alone with Wolfwood once again. Through the thin walls, you could hear snoring, and you weren't passively aware of everyone's sleeping patterns enough to tell if it was Vash or Roberto, or both. You nervously wiped your palms against your sleep shorts, bravely turning around to look up at Wolfwood. His arms were crossed over his chest, standing tall in front of you. The longer you stood in silence, the more desperate you became for any kind of saviour. "Okay, I guess I'll go first," You whispered, stepping back and taking a seat on the edge of the untouched bed, "I... expected things to be like this. I was happy about what happened last night, but I mean... you don't exactly seem the type to want that kind of thing, y'know?" Silence. "It was nice indulging, lying to myself, telling myself that's really what you wanted as well," You picked at the skin on your fingers, acutely aware of Wolfwood stepping away from the door and closer to you, "That you wanted me. That it wasn't just... I dunno, us being caught up in the moment?" You were embarrassing yourself. What were you saying? He was going to laugh at you and call you an idiot, traveling with everyone just got that much more awkward. A small part of you wondered if you should just pack up your stuff and disappear into the night. The likelihood of you making it even a week with no food, no weapons, no money was absolutely slim, but it was a risk you were willing to take. You would leave a note for Vash, he would understand– "You done?" Blinking dumbly, you finally glanced up. He was much closer than you had anticipated, or even noticed, the proximity making you swallow the lump in your throat. Not trusting your voice, you simply nodded, a shaky exhale pushing past your lips when he began to lean down. "Good." His breath fanned over your face when he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to tilt your head back and crane your neck up. It seemed so easy for him, the way he pressed his lips against yours, the way his hand trailed feather light touches up your jaw, fingers moving back to tangle in the hairs at the nape of your neck and tug oh so gently. And as you were, right here, right now, you didn't want anything else. It's like he knew exactly what strings to pluck to make your heart sing, knew what to touch and where to have you wanting more and more of him. Or maybe you just felt that way about him all on your own. You parted, but not for long, only pulling back long enough for him to start leaning you back, one of his knees on the bed as he knelt over you. He had a hand on either side of you, bracketing you in, much like he had done last night but this was just so different. There was no confusion, astonishment, or impulse. This was planned, this was calculated and it was desperate. His lips were desperate to feel you, his tongue was desperate to taste you. It was suffocating, having him lean into you, press his chest to yours, coax your mouth open with his tongue. It was dizzying, and instead of allowing yourself to dive headfirst into the glue trap that was Wolfwood's affections, you pulled back. "Wait, Wolfwo–" "Nicholas," He breathed into your neck, licking at your pulse point once before biting down. You whined, feeling his canines press harshly into your skin. "I told you to call me Nicholas." Hands planted on his chest, giving a gentle push, but his lips and teeth and tongue made quick work of your neck. "W–Wait, please–" You insisted, giving a gentle push on his chest, "I don't–" Wolfwood pulled back, only far enough for him to look up at you out of the corner of his eye. His body was rigid again, unsure, muscles tense. He panted, breathing uneven and hurried, but ultimately nodded, huffing out, "I'm sorry, I thought– this seemed like this is where things were going." His body pulled back first, his leg sliding down the edge of the bed when he pushed back to stand. This time you were the one to grab him, your fingers closing in on the lapel of his blazer. You were both ruddy cheeked, eyes half lidded as you stared at each other. You took a second to compose yourself, voice small and breathless. "I want you, but–" He pushed forwards again, knee back on the bed. You choked on your words, keeping your hand on his blazer, "But, I feel like we didn't really talk about things." It was a wonder to see Wolfwood at a loss for words. Still, he pushed forward, much slower this time. He leaned into you, closer, hovering mere inches above your lips. "'m not exactly a man of many words, but," He placed a slow kiss on your lips, hands palming at your waist, "I'd like to show you how I feel." All the air was punched out of your lungs, jaw hanging slack in awe at his forwardness. Part of you wondered how honest he was being with you, but there was a glimmer of something in his eyes that had you falling back into his glue trap. A nod was all it took before Wolfwood was dipping leaning you back down, kissing you so deep it made the room spin. Your eyes slid shut, every nerve ending electrifying when he would touch you, kiss you. His hands felt like molten fire against your skin when he grabbed at your inner thighs, parting them so he could comfortably slide in between. His touch moved down, around, holding under your knee as he wrapped your one leg around his waist. It was slow, but deliberate, the slide of his palm back up your leg, thigh, before settling on the meat of your hip. His other hand was just barely hovering beside your neck, fingers brushing back and forth along your jaw. Something you could say you never expected of Wolfwood was the tenderness of fleeting touches. When he pulled back from your mouth, you gasped, the string of spit connecting you snapping and soaking into the fabric of your night shirt, some of it dribbling down your chin. Despite not even being touched by him yet, you could feel how dizzy and– most likely– thoroughly fucked you looked. "Fuck," Was all he growled, both hands under your ass to hike you further up the bed to make room for him. The rusty springs creaked in retaliation, the flimsy headboard gently tapping against the wall at the motion. Impossibly warm hands scooped your other leg to wrap around his waist. His hips pressed down into you, pinning you to the bed, the seam of his zipper rubbing up into your clothed mound. You squeaked, hands coming up to his hair when he ran his tongue down the shell of your ear. He kissed, licked, bit every piece of skin he could reach, and all you could do was whine and sigh and take his affections. Hot palms ran up your sides, taking your shirt along with them as he hiked it higher and higher, eventually getting to the peak of your chest. He stopped, peering up at you inquisitively, as if you would say anything except please rip my clothes off. Another nod from you, another smirk from him, and your shirt was quickly pulled up and over your head, leaving you half exposed and on display for him. You had half a mind to hide behind your arms– how long had it even been?– but he seemed to predict your train of thought and beat you to the punch. Lips descended, trailing down to the concave of your chest, kissing your solar plexus. His tongue laved across your skin, circling a pert bud, before his mouth latched down and made quick work at diminishing your leftover self conscious thoughts. You were so caught up in trying not to make too much noise, you hadn't noticed the hand that came down between the apex of your thighs to swipe a thumb up the line of your clothed pussy. It made you gasp out a moan, hands flying up to slap over your mouth just a moment too late. He chuckled, seeming amused by your outburst, the vibrations making you shudder. "You can relax," Wolfwood breathed into your skin, fingers replacing his mouth, "I won't bite unless you ask me to." "You ah–already did!" A grin, cocky and wide and toothy and just so undeniably Wolfwood, was all you got in return. You didn't have any time to chastise him, considering he was pushing one leg of your sleep shorts open with his index and middle finger. Descending back down to your mouth, he smirked, running his thumb up and down the line of your aching core, his voice a low growl. "No underwear?" Tiny and meek, the little rebuttal of how these were your pajamas, of course you weren't going to wear unnecessary layers to bed died in your throat when the same fingers that coaxed open your shorts were spinning slow circles against your clit. The sound you made was airy, desperate, surprised at his forwardness and expertise with his hands He kissed you once, twice, licking into your mouth and pressing his tongue up against yours as his fingers worked you up. They dipped down, trailing through your slick, then came back up with more fervor, tight circles winding you just a bit tighter. You moaned into his mouth, absolutely certain with how fucking wet you were already, you were going to ruin these sleep shorts. There was no time to voice how tight the coil was twisting in your stomach, Wolfwood having pulled away much too fast for your liking right as you were starting to hump into his hand. He laughed down at you, sitting up and stripping your shorts from your body. "Don't look so disappointed," He mocked, shrugging the shoulders of his blazer off, "I'll give you better than that." You squealed when he grabbed your ankles and yanked you back to the edge of the bed, pushing up on your forearms to ask him exactly what he planned on doing with half of you hanging off the bed like that, but the sight of him dropping to his knees on the floor answered your question. You think, possibly in that moment, that was the first genuine and honest reaction Wolfwood had to something that wasn't annoyance. He looked like a man depraved, starved, his hungry gaze watching your face as his mouth and tongue worked up your inner thighs. He looked debauched, hair messy, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and while usually his shirt was unbuttoned up top, it trailed much further down, exposing the dark patch of hair disappearing into his tented pants. Good God. "Ain't no God here," Wolfwood verbalized, flattening his tongue and licking up your pussy, "Just me." Heavy against the bed, you fell back, the creaks and groans of the frame and mattress reminding you that you'd have to be much more quiet if you didn't want to alert your friends sleeping just on the other side. Easy enough was a farfetched thought as Wolfwood licked up the expanse of you again, arms looping under and around your legs, fingers digging into your inner thighs. He brought two fingers down, circling your clit as he tongued around your pulsing entrance, having you squeezing around nothing. "W–Wol– ah! " You squeaked when he slapped your clit, "Nick! " The depraved groan he breathed into your pussy made your stomach do flips, bringing one hand down to his hair and the other up to your mouth, biting down on the meat underneath your pinky. He was relentless, completely devoid of rhyme or reason but absolutely he knew what he was doing would drive you up the wall. His fingers and mouth changed places, the slow stretch of two fingers sliding into your dripping pussy making you keen for him. The curl of his fingers, the way he pushed and pulled just right made you see stars but it just wasn't enough. "Nick– f–fuck, please," Your begs and pleas dripped from your mouth like honey, sweet and syrupy and tantalizing. "Please, more, pleasepleaseplease–" It would be a lie to say you didn't know what your begging and pleading did to Wolfwood, it would be a lie to say you didn't see him rocking his hips up into nothing when you peered down at him devouring you whole. It would also be a lie to say that isn't exactly what you wanted, to push him to his breaking point so he would absolutely wreck you, because it was obvious he was going to take his time in teasing and toying with you. His fingers moved faster, managing to stroke a particularly spongy spot inside of you that made your back arch and your hips jump, and the fucked out noise you moaned into your hand was downright sinful. That seemed to be the desired effect, because Wolfwood was abusing that spot like a man on a mission, his tongue working in time with your clit to send you hurdling over the edge at break–neck speed. The hand you were holding to your mouth shot down, both hands gripping his hair as you rocked your hips up into his mouth and hands. It hit you like a truck, temporarily blinding you. Your hands clenched in his hair, looking for any kind of purchase to help ground you from your earth-shattering orgasm, his free hand coming up to press down into your pelvis, preventing you from squirming and bucking up too much. You whined, gasped, moaned, and pleaded too much, please stop stop too much before his mouth was pulling off of you, fingers slowing to a stop inside you. Your entire body went limp, eyes wide as you stared up at the dingy motel ceiling. You didn't know how you were ever supposed to be satisfied with your own fingers again, let alone another person. A distant chuckle snapped you back, your eyes trailing down to see Wolfwood now shirtless, working at the belt and button of his pants. "Y'look fucked," He mused, pushing his pants and underwear down at the same time, "Hope you didn't think I was done with you yet." It was a visceral effort to not stare at his cock as it bounced between his legs when he stood up straight. He was thick, and definitely longer than anything you had taken until now. You didn't have much time to gawk, considering he was hooking his arms under your legs and tossing you to lay on the bed properly without a seconds notice. He crawled up and between your thighs, coaxing your knees to hook around his hips and circle his waist while he sat back on his haunches. His thumb pressed against the base of his cock, hips slowly moving back and forth as he dragged through your slick and his spit. He hissed, his tip catching on your hole just briefly, before he went back to teasing up and down. Your drawn out whine made him grin wolfishly, but he didn't say anything. You knew he wanted you to beg. "Please, Nick," You whined, fingers gripping the crumpled sheets below you, "Please fuck me, I need you." "Fuck, you look good like this," Wolfwood sucked a breath through his teeth, thumb angling himself down to catch on your entrance once again. "So pretty, begging like a whore." The praise and degradation made you wail, as did the slow slide of every ridge and vein of his cock as he slid himself in you to the hilt. You were surrounded by him, drowning in him, every scent and sight and touch was nothing but Wolfwood and you would gladly die like this. He leaned down on his forearms, one hand coming to the center of your lower back and angling your hips up so he could drive even deeper and you swear you saw God. He started slow, only pulling out an inch and pushing back in, his lips on your neck, jaw, temple, as he slowly worked you through any potential discomfort. "F–Fucking– feels like you're in my throat," You sighed, hands coming up to claw at his shoulders. He chuckled, biting down on your pulse points. "So deep, so big. Please move, I need–" As soon as your plea graced your lips, he had pulled his cock out to the tip, then slammed back in with fervor. You cried out, only vaguely aware of the headboard slamming into the wall with equal force. You couldn't see straight, let alone think straight, with the brute force behind his thrusts. He was still taking his time devouring you, savoring you, his pace slow but deep and hard. You could swear you felt his cock tip reach your guts with every thrust, his name a mantra on your lips and your fingers scribing his shoulders and back. "So tight," Wolfwood huffed, hips bucking out of pace for a mere second, "Feels so fucking good." He was losing himself in you, emphasizing his words with harsh thrusts, his eyes rolling back into his head as he sped up. All you could do was hang onto him, desperately raising your hips in time with him in an attempt to get him further, closer deeper. He was intoxicating, the woodsy second-hand smoke emanating from him paired with his thick cock pushing you harder and harder into the bed making you drunk off of him. You couldn't string together a coherent sentence to tell him how fucking good he felt, only punched out moans and shrill cries of s'good, fuck me, harder, faster. He took them just as well, eventually folding you in on yourself. Your knees ended up over his shoulders, his arms outstretched and hands against the headboard as he fucked down into you with vicious ferocity. The constant bang of the bed frame against the wall getting faster, and you couldn't find it in yourself to be shameful if it ended up waking your companions, because you were lurching closer and closer to the edge you could taste it. "So good, you're so good, too good f'r me," Wolfwood panted in your ear, a hand coming down to grab your cheeks and crush his lips against yours in an agonizingly desperate kiss. It was deliciously wet, all tongue, spit dribbling down your chin. Another two, three, four thrusts, and you were whining into him, trying to voice I'm cumming, fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming, only to have it sinfully swallowed up in his gluttony for you and your desire. Your pussy squeezed him like a vice, trembling and quaking and milking him for everything he was worth. He pulled back panting, a sheen of sweat illuminated by the moons peering through the window. You barely got to say please cum inside by the time he was already pulling out, fisting his cock to completion. He groaned, spurts of his seed coating your pussy, stomach, and chest. "Fuck, f–hah, should've said something sooner," Wolfwood huffed, voice low and gravelly, "Would've filled you to the fuckin’ brim." You should've been ashamed that your pussy quivered at the thought. Both of you were panting, eyes half-mast, staring at each other with an equally amused and fucked-out expression. He was the first to crack, a chuckle leaving his lips as he unfolded you from your position underneath him. A swift smack to your ass made you squeak before your legs fell back to the bed, sprawling out like a starfish. He leaned over the bed, picking up an article of clothing and wiping you off with it. You quickly recognized it being the fabric of his button-up, your cheeks flushing at the thought of him walking around with everyone cum-stained tomorrow. Once you were sufficiently cleaned up, though still sticky with sweat, he tossed his shirt back to the floor and flopped down onto the bed beside you. The bed creaked and groaned under his weight, threatening to give out if there was even the slightest bit of extra exertion on it's frail frame. His arm snuck under your head, nudging you to lean into his side and cuddle up against him. Your arm slung over his torso, hand slowly sliding up and curling gently against his chest. His heart hammered in his chest, much faster than it should be by now, and when you looked up you were surprised to meet his eyes. It was quiet, and you simply watched as he processed his inner turmoil, waiting for him to come to a conclusion on what he wanted to say to you. Finally, he quietly muttered, "Will you stay with me tonight?" You beamed, watching his ears glow red at his request, simply settling for a nod. You rest your head against his chest again, slinging a leg over his thigh, eyes sliding shut for what you think was one of the best nights sleep you've had in years. The morning after, you woke to three loud consecutive knocks on the door. You groaned quietly, turning away from the noise. Four knocks now, this time harder, had you groaning just a little bit louder. You heard a sigh from beside you, then a gentle pap pap on your ass, before the weight on the bed shifted. Turning your head, you watched a still very naked Wolfwood march his way over to the door, the scratches running down his back and shoulders still angry, red and irritated. He cracked the door open, keeping the deadbolt fastened. "What?" He drawled, clearly unimpressed he was woken up from his slumber with you, "Someone better be dying." "Oh you're just as rude first thing in the morning, great," You heard Meryl, irritation dripping from her voice. She said your name briefly, trying to get another three words in before Wolfwood started closing the door. "Don't know, probably around somewhere. Be out in a bit." The sound of her cursing him from behind the door made you giggle, hands coming up to your mouth to muffle the sound. When he turned around, Wolfwood looked just as amused, plucking your clothes off the floor and tossing them to you. "That's not gonna buy you a lot of time," He chided, watching you slide your shirt over your head as he pulled his underwear and pants up his legs, "Better get going." "Yeah– I'll probably get an earful either way though," You laughed, walking over to your shoes as you put your shorts on. You were going to say something about have fun with your cum-shirt, but a hand grabbed at your hip and spun you around before you could slip your shoes on properly. You turned around, surprised by the soft kiss placed on your lips. "I don't want this to be a one time thing," Wolfwood looked away, his blazer slung over his shoulder, "If... I don't know if you–" "No, I'd like to do this again... and again and again." His ears and neck were red, making you laugh. You went to pull away, but his hand was steadfast on your hip, grip unwavering as he stared into you. You watched him inquisitively, blinking in confusion, what else needed to be said? "I did– do, I do want you, by the way." The way you looked at him must have been absolutely bewildered, incredulous, before you snorted, stifling a laugh in the back of your hand. "I think you showed me that much, Nick." He cleared his throat, taking a step back and looking away, his face a deep crimson. "R–Right, yeah– I did." You unlocked the deadbolt, then the door, twisting the knob and opening it just a crack. Looking back at him over your shoulder, you grinned, giving a little wave. "I'll see you at breakfast?" "... Yeah, see you at breakfast." And with your final goodbyes, you shuffled off to your room discreetly, getting ready for the day. It was a race against time and you won, managing to get changed in record speed and go downstairs to find Meryl and Roberto sitting across from Vash in the small diner attached to your motel. You smiled, waving, and made up some piss poor excuse about trying to find some cheap clothing stores along the market strip. You sat beside Vash, who was uncharacteristically quiet, his cheeks and ears a dark red, as opposed to their usual pale pink glow. Maybe you interrupted a sore subject. Not even a minute behind you, Wolfwood came strolling through a door, a very obvious damp patch on the front of his shirt where he had selectively scrubbed his cum out. Vash scooted over, then you, allowing room for Wolfwood to squeeze in beside you at the end. Conversation picked up as food and coffee was served, but Vash continued to stay mostly quiet, only ever piping up when addressed or spoken to. At some point you got concerned, placing a gentle hand on his metallic arm. He jumped, looking down at you, then over your shoulder, as you muttered a quiet, "Hey, what's up? You've been really quiet today." Cerulean eyes glanced back down at you as he weakly and nervously chuckled, seeming to not completely want to divulge in what was bothering him so much. You pursed your lips, giving him a knowing look. "Ahaha, w–well, I mean... last night I heard–" Wolfwood's knee jumped, hitting under the table beside you and shaking all the cups, plates, and cutlery strewn across it. Coffee was spilled, forks were lost, and audible disappointment was voiced from more than one party. "What was that, Spikey?" Wolfwood muttered through his teeth. As messes were hurriedly wiped, Wolfwood leaned back in his seat, peering over your head and glaring at the blond sitting beside you. They held eye contact, and all you could do was nervously glance between them. ".... Y'know, I was probably just imagining things!" Vash exclaimed, running a hand through his fluffy hair. "Roberto snores pretty loud!" There was some back and forth between Meryl and Roberto that seemed mostly one sided, leaving you room to heave out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. God, how embarrassing would that have been?

A hand on your thigh grabbed your attention, eyes glancing up at a very nonchalant Wolfwood that was leaning down to whisper in your ear. "Guess you still got an audience."

#nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader smut #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader smut #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede smut

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takami-takami · 6 months

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cw: this is an age regression drabble. caregiver!keigo. keep all additions and tags strictly sfw.

Keigo spent a majority of his life protecting people from a distance.

He would, of course, always follow that twitch in his feathertips when they told him someone needed safety or comfort nearby. The act of protecting is one that scratches that intrinsic, unquenchable itch baked deep into his feathers and the fibers of his bone marrow beneath; but protection never quite felt tangible to him.

He always thought saving people meant giving yourself until you're empty and then turning heel to take flight. It meant making efficient use of your time, answering every "thank you, Hawks!" with a wink and a gust of his wings to speed away and save the next.

It meant never slowing down or seeing the fruits of your labor.

As a hero, Keigo's actions never felt solid in his hands— so he simply decided he felt that way because he wasn't trying hard enough; that he needed to clock longer hours and more frequent, grueling shifts.

But as a man, protecting you felt so much different from all that.

Keeping you safe is a slow, methodical process. It's a neverending pet project built with loving purpose and steady hands, armed with rolled up sleeves over the bicep and fuzzy teddy bears as his deadly arsenal.

Keigo has always been finely attuned to your little quirks, mannerisms, and subtle displays; so when your eyes go just the slightest bit fuzzy, fingertips wringing a frenzy against your bedsheets while you mumble in the cutest, clipped speech, he knows exactly what to do.

He can coax the tension out of your shoulders with his words alone.

"You feeling small, baby?" He asks, voice barely above a whisper. Those golden eyes of his gently flick back and forth between yours when he sits, assessing your form curled in on itself against the headboard of your bed.

And your shoulders droop instantly, nodding once. You gnaw at a chewed up cuticle.

"Oh, baby, it's okay. S'okay, c'mere," Keigo whispers, arms open with grabby hands for you to crawl and nestle into his warmth. "Shhh, it's alright, little birdie. You can be small tonight. That okay? Wanna be small for me?"

The thick of his warm palm cradles the back of your skull and you nod like he just offered you a lifeline. The barrel of his chest rises and falls with even breaths, sinking you further as you smush your cheek into the side of his neck with your eyes shut.

He smells nice. You sink even deeper.

Keigo sits cross legged on the bed and leans just the slightest bit back when you sink into him. Like this, he reminds you of an aged, sturdy tree; firm and unyielding with the slightest give, but always consistent and firmly rooted.

Safe. Warm and safe.

Always safe.

"Mm," you hum, feeling a bit fuzzier now.

"Yeah?" Keigo answers. He pulls back to get a good look at you, and you see him smiling ear to ear as if that little sound you just gave was a whole speech. "Get comfy, cause I'm gonna spoil you tonight."

And spoil you he does.

The next thing you know, Keigo has you sitting cross legged in front of him on the bed, ready to make a few last big decisions.

"Okay!" He chirps, placing two open palms in front of you for you to look at. "We're gonna pick, okay?" His rich voice guides you along gently, smoothly. "Just two, I prommy."

You nod fervently at the reassurance, nearly straining your poor little neck with the motion.

You have to think— which is scary— but it's only two times. You can do that.

"Perfect, dove," Keigo praises as if he just read your mind.

The first question is easy.

"Blanket fort," he says, clenching his left fist closed and open for emphasis. "Or bed?" He closes and opens the right.

If you were a smidge more lucid, you'd feel a twinge of remorse for how hard you slam down on his left palm.

"Sorry, 'Kei," you droop.

"Awww," Keigo coos genuinely. "You think you hurt me… That's so cute, dove! Yeah, you're a strong one, aint'cha?"

And just like that, you're smiling proud once more. Keigo's heart soars at a job well done.

"One more and you're finished, little bird," he says seriously, like he's presenting you with a quest; and you nod your head with a furrowed brow to accept the challenge, a hero ready to conquer.

"Movie," he says, clenching one palm. "Or storytime?" He clenches the other.

Maybe you weren't quite as ready as you thought.

Tears begin to pinprick at the corners of your eyes. You fight back little hitched sniffles and sobs as you stand in the face of the mountain before you, trying to be brave.

"I… U-Uhm," you hiccup and stutter at the idea of thinking any more than you have to.

Keigo considers stepping in. His feathers ruffle from the base to the edges of his wingspan, spine stiffening at the sight of you in distress. The itch begins to burn once more and—

You slowly place both palms face down in his, lip wobbling when you look at him.

"Both?" He asks and your heart swells with gratitude that he picked up on your meaning— of course he would, you beam. Keigo's so smart.

You nod once.

"Both it is, sweetheart!"

All other decisions from that point onward are made by Keigo himself.

Keigo decides to stand, hushing your blubbers with a kiss to your crown and a teddy placed in your hands to keep you company while he sets the scene.

Keigo decides on the color theme for tonight's blanket fort (baby blue), putting to good use his avian instincts of nest building when he selects the finest comforters and pillows to fluff and stack.

Keigo decides to hand you your fuzziest jammies and softest blankies while his feathers zip off to fetch your favorite mug carrying something hot for you to sip.

Keigo decides on the movie— something animated and lighthearted, a familiar favorite of yours. He suppresses a smile that twitches at the corners, thinking about how excited you're gonna get once you see. You'll squeak "that's my favorite!" like you don't say that every time, and he'll reply once again, "no way, mine too!"

Keigo decides he selfishly gets more out of this than you do; but at the same time, unbeknownst to him, you decide the exact same thing.

#Minors dni #tw agere #tw age regression #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #🖋 writing #🍧 sugar #bnha x reader #mha x reader

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blackbat05 · 1 year

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Thief

Rick Flag x Reader

Plot: The weather hasn’t done any favors, leaving you out of clothes. Thankfully, you know where you could grab some in case of an emergency.

Genre: PG-13 (Shared clothes trope)

A/N: I’m sorry if this was so brief and not as well written🥲 I realized I haven’t wrote Rick in a while and it proves because this was sitting in my draft for a good 3 weeks? Final semester so many things were going on. Still hope you enjoy it!

Yes, the yellow shirt makes an appearance😩

Sweating buckets, you stumbled into the shared apartment. Making a beeline for the fridge, you grab a bottle of water, gulping down the liquid like it’s your lifeline.

Curse the fickle minded weather. You swore the weather forecast saying something about breezy winds. It didn’t say anything about a blistering hot morning.

You immediately made your way to the showers once you were sure you could properly stand and not collapse midway.

Shortly after, you stepped out of the shower, satisfied with the cooling sensation lingering on your skin. Opening your closet to retrieve fresh clothes, you realize one problem…

You were out of tops.

Of course. With the unpredictable weather, you finally managed to get your clothes out to dry without having to worry about the torrential rain. Your friends around you convinced you to just get a dryer or head to the laundromat but you were dead set on not having to spend more money than you already were. So natural drying it was.

You racked your head for a solution. Sure, you would have been contended lounging around naked but the windows were too close to the building opposite your apartment and you had intention of jeopardizing you modesty with creeps these days.

An idea lights in your head. Of course! Why didn’t you think of that. You opened Rick’s part of the cabinet, pulling out a yellow shirt. Slipping it through your head, you were glad for the new soap powder you had bought just last week for the smell had mixed nicely with Rick’s scent. As his shirt had covered you nicely, you decided to opt for no shorts enjoying the cool air on your legs.

It felt as if like he was hugging you from behind while you went around your daily tasks. Heat long forgotten, you started to hum your favorite tunes, time ticking away.

The door rattles slightly before revealing Rick with a couple of brown bags in each hand. You don’t seem to notice him as you focused on making breakfast for the two of you.

His eyes can’t help but to roam your figure, specifically what you were wearing. Rick recognized that blindingly bright yellow shirt from anywhere. Honestly, it only reminded him of unsavory memories but when you wore it, the distaste for it somehow disappeared.

“Hey baby.” Rick gently calls out so as to not alarm you. You turn around, spatula in one hand and an infectious smile on your face. Now that you were facing him, Rick feels a flutter in his chest seeing how effortlessly elegant you looked despite the casual home wear.

“You’re back!” You made sure the stove was switched off before making a beeline to the counter where Rick was sitting. “Did you get everything on the list?”

Rick nods proudly. “And I figured you could do with some ice cream especially after that run.”

His brain momentarily short circuits as you give a bone crushing hug, feeling your skin exposed by the lack of shorts press against his own.

“You’re the best! What would I do without you.” An arm around Rick’s neck, you rummage the shopping bags with your free hand only to be stopped abruptly by him. You give him a puzzled look. Rick takes a few steady breaths.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

You glanced down, holding the piece of fabric between your two fingers. “Oh… this?” You carefully scanned his unreadable expression.

“Yeah, I didn’t have any fresh clothes so I kinda grabbed one from you… if you don’t like it I can change! I’m sure one of mine would have dried in this heat by now.”

Before you could ramble any further, Rick nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Don’t, I love it.”

He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. “In fact, take this shirt. I want to see you wear it more often.”

Rick’s sudden straightforwardness leaves you blushing. Despite how long you had been together, Rick always made you feel like you were the prettiest woman in the world.

You gently pry yourself away from him, looking at his gaze that was dripping with honey. “Alright then,” you decided to feel a little cheeky today, “I’ll keep it! Don’t say that I’m a thief or something!”

He laughs. “Darlin? That’s exactly what you are. A thief to my clothes and my heart.”

Rick turns away from you, preparing to help you with breakfast. He can’t help but to grin, knowing very well that you were left agape at his smooth delivery.

You barely managed to pull yourself together, mumbling how you were going to fold the clean laundry since he was at the stove. As you leave the kitchen, Rick can’t help but to stare at your thin underwear that was covered by his large shirt.

Yeah, he’ll get more of those darned shirts if he had to.

#rick flag x reader #rick flag #colonel rick flag x reader #colonel rick flag #joel kinnaman #the suicide squad

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fxllfaiiry · 2 years

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You're cute, what can I say? ➠ Eddie Munson

❝₊˚✧ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 - Eddie Munson x Reader

❝₊˚✧ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - A small blurb based of these prompts: “taking pictures after finding your lover dozing peacefully while bundled up in blankets” & “seeing them pout or scrunch their nose a little in their sleep”

❝₊˚✧ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 - 650

❝₊˚✧ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 - Cringe writing? A little swearing, a few grammatical errors maybe? Overall tooth-rotting fluff.

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“Eds?” You called out, while stepping into the trailer.

No response. After a long day at work, you were hoping to cuddle with your favorite metalhead, who was nowhere in sight.

“That's strange hellfire ended almost an hour ago.” You muttered to yourself while searching around the house for Eddie.

After looking around everywhere and having no luck, you walked up to Eddie's room. You slowly opened the door and just as you were about to call out for Eddie, you found him in the most adorable position ever.

Eddie was dead asleep on the bed. He was wrapped up in a blanket burrito & was cuddling with a penguin stuffie you bought him for his birthday. A few baby hairs sticking to his forehead, & a little drool coming out of the corner of his mouth.

You couldn't help but visibly aw at the sight. He looked so peaceful, making you have the irresistible urge to squish his cheeks together and place small kisses all over his rosy face. But you silently went against it, hoping not to disturb him.

A sudden thought popped up in your mind “why not take a picture to remember this?” You went up to Eddie’s drawer and grabbed the polaroid camera, you tiptoed back to the bed, arranged the camera in a good position and snapped the picture, Eddie's cheek were squished by the toy, his hands gripping onto it as if it were a lifeline, a little drool running down onto the stuffie, his hair ruffled and his cheeks were red as well as the tip of his nose. He looked precious. After admiring the picture for a few moments, smiling to yourself, you placed the camera back and put the picture on his desk.

You walked back and gently lay down on the bed, feeling relieved after putting the day's stress behind you. You slowly turned towards Eddie and thought “Holy shit, he's beautiful.” Even after 3 years of being together you couldn't help but be in awe of him. You admired his entire face, every freckle & every scratch. You raised your hand up to brush his hair aside while delicately stroking his forehead.

Just as you thought he couldn't get any cuter Eddie who was still fast asleep, scrunched his nose in the most adorable manner ever. He mumbled something faint, making him cuddle the toy further into his arms.

Your heart burst at that small moment. Not being able to wait any longer, you slowly raised yourself up and placed little kisses all over his face. In the moment, you didn't realise when Eddie had woken up until you heard him mutter,

“Well, isn't this a great way to wake up.” The raspiness in his voice making your heart grow even fonder. He sat up smiling, looking at you expectantly.

“Hey, lovie.” You muttered feeling shy all of a sudden. “I was j-jus-.” Before you could finish your sentence Eddie had already sealed your lips with his.

The kiss was sloppy, his lips moving tenderly against yours, both of your lips devouring each other, his lips tasted like honey. Your hand went up to tangle in his hair while his went to gently caress your cheek, and you felt all warm inside for the 4th time today. You lightly smirked into the kiss, making Eddie pull you even closer to him. After a few moments both of you pulled back for air still grinning.

“So you watch me sleep, huh?” Eddie grinned, still panting from the kiss.

“Not my fault, you're cute ok.” You timidly mumbled while playing with his rings, you still felt a little dazed from the kiss.

“Don't worry sweetheart; I was just messing with you, I do it all the time too ya know?”

“You look at me while I sleep?” You asked with confusion in your eyes. Eddie gently rested his forehead against yours and whispered;

“All the time bubs, you’re cute, what can I say?”

❝₊˚✧ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors English is not my first language. But thank you so much for reading! hope you enjoyed, please do leave feedback and please reblog!

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lawscorazon · 2 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐑. 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐟𝐭. 𝐯. 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧

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“you know i hate messes, including the filthy little whores that make them”

content warning: dom!mr. clean x fem!reader, pet names (messy girl, good girl, pretty girl, doll, baby), masturbation (reader receiving), breath play, squirting, voyeur!mr. clean, degradation (slut, whore), praise kink, fellatio, unprotected sex, cream pie (no breeding kink), couch sex, full nelson, pussy spanking, pain play, cum eating, fingering, no beta we die like men

⊹˚. ♡ i have no regrets

that mr. clean commercial really did something to you.

you felt a little ashamed, really— finding the older man attractive, but the way he worked that mop just did it for you every time. he handled it with such care like caressing a lover's body. his strong, calloused hands gripped the pole firmly as he pushed it across the floors. his built stature withstood the test of time, each muscle bulging and flexing with every movement of the mop.

you couldn’t get over the way his neatly pressed clothing clung to his body leaving very little to the imagination. the white fabric pulled taut over his broad chest blanketing endless planes of bronzed skin. his pebbled nipples poked through tempting you, daring you to take them between your teeth. you imagined what kind of moans he’d make. or maybe he was a grunter…

that tight ass that filled out his trousers so seamlessly could be registered as a lethal weapon if you dared to bounce a quarter off it. the way he rolled his wide hips as he worked his way across the hard wood and that million dollar smile he flashed knowingly into the camera. he knew what he was doing. he was teasing you.

and it was working.

sitting on the couch, you threw your phone aside to dip your hand into your panties, running your fingers through your honeyed lips. your heartbeat stuttered a nervous rhythm as the obscene sounds of your wet pussy filled the room. your cheeks grew hot at the depravity of it all. this was so embarrassing. having the hots for the sexy janitor? but no one had to know. this would be your little secret between you and the man behind the screen.

you slowly dipped your finger in your wet cunt giving it a few experimental thrusts before joining in another. soft moans floated from your lips as you stretched yourself out slowly. you imagined how mr. clean’s thick fingers would fill you up, how they’d run through your folds teasingly just how he did the mop, gripping your plush thighs like a sponge.

you reasoned that his fingers would be munch bigger than yours and decided to slip in a third finger. the stretch had your cunt clenching hard around your digits. your back arched off the couch as you snapped your head back, mouth gaping into a pornographic “o” as you cried out in pleasure.

you gripped the throw pillows that decorated the furniture like a lifeline, the only thing that grounded you into reality as your head floated into the heavens.

feeling the familiar knot in your belly begin to pull taught, you increased your speed fucking yourself with such brisk and hard thrusts that had your toes curly in ecstasy. the even pace was impossible to keep; your movements quickly grew uncoordinated and messy. your arms burned with fatigue while your mind grew foggy from lust. needy mewls escaped your throat and your eyebrows crinkled in frustration, so desperate to reach your end that was so dangerously close.

you slid your hand over your chest covered by the oversized white t shirt you liked to pretend was his, tweaking one of your nipples to further yourself along before trailing up further to wrap your hands around your throat and squeezing gently imagining they were his.

the haze of euphoria and oxygen deprivation was dizzying, heightening the mind numbing sensation of each drag of your fingers against your sensitive walls. you choked out a few moans feeling your pussy spasm as the knot in your stomach pulled taught with agonizing tension before it snapped. you seized up, mouth open in a silent scream before crashing back down into the couch breath ragged and unsteady as you came down from the best high you’ve had in awhile.

and from lusting after mr. clean at that.

you removed your hand from your aching cunt with a small moan, eyes still shut tightly as you waited for you soul to return to your body. you wiped your messy and pruney fingers on your shirt already beginning to feel shame creep up on you.

eyes fluttering open, you almost shit yourself as you screamed seeing the bald man in front of you, cleaning up with puddle that stained your floors with his magic eraser.

your heartbeat was beating so loudly in your ears it was deafening. you didn’t even realize you squirted and who the fuck was this man in your house??

when he looked up at you, face handsome and aged like that finest of wines, bushy white brows quirked as he flashed that same knowing grin, you instantly recognized him. you felt need begin to bleed into you once more.

“such a messy girl,” he tutted as he stood from his kneeling position on the floor, earning him some crackles through his knees.

“mr. clean….” you gasped, in complete disbelief that he was actually here. “how…? “ you began, eyes seeming to travel endless as you lifted your gaze to meet his towering stature.

“magic,” he spoke in a dazzling whisper. a low chuckle shook his chest as he dangled the magic sponge in his hand.

“b-but—“

“you know, a pretty girl like you should really clean up after yourself. a spill like that would surely leave stains if left to seep into the grain of the wood. you should know better,” he spoke, a slight condescending lilt in his deep voice as he wiped his hands off on a clean white towel from his back pocket.

the slight hint of disappointment in his voice, made your heart sink a little in your chest. the man of your dreams was standing right here in your living room and he was displeased with you.

“im sorry mr. clean, i didn’t know. i was—” you began to apologize before the words stuck to your throat like peanut butter feeling the rough pad of his hand caress your cheek. you leaned into his touch with a gentle purr, melting into the embrace.

“you know i hate messes,” he cooed, words flowing so gently and sweetly from his lips, complimenting the subtle crease in his eyes as he smiled down at you, “including the filthy little whores that make them.”

it took you a moment to register his words having been lost in his affection. upon your realization, your doe eyes widened slowly to a frightful width as you lifted your head from his palm.

“mr. clean…” you spoke his name with disbelief on your tongue, yet still so soft and so innocent. the older man revealed in your cute reaction, his kind smile never faultering as he grazed your adorable frightened face with his knuckles. your obedience stirred something in him, so pliable and so reactive to his touch.

“we’re gonna practice cleaning up together, is that alright with you, doll?” he asked kindly, but something in his tone denoted that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. you nodded eagerly, your empty cunt fluttering around nothing at the sensual tone of his words. “but first, we need to make a mess,” he added, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. “may i borrow that pretty little mouth of yours?”

you nodded, taking the thick digit into your mouth nervously, swirling your tongue around it. mr. clean dipped his finger deeper into your mouth guiding you to take more of him.

“you’re a good little slut, aren’t you?” he hummed in approval.

his convoluted praise made your heart flutter in your chest. you’d do anything for any ounce of recognition from that man, so eager to please him.

he removed his thumb from your mouth with a satisfied smirk. “i think you know what happens next…”

and you did. you did know what happened next. your mouth watered for it, already anticipating the weight of his cock on your tongue, eager to see if it looked and tasted as good as you imagined.

the couch ruffled as you shifted onto your knees, now eye level with mr. clean’s pelvis. he watched as you pawed at the growing bulge in his white trousers, eliciting a low growl from him. you quickly worked to unbutton his them, pulling his half hard cock from his briefs.

your senses were immediately hit with the clean scent of lemon breeze that wafted from his groin. you marveled at the way his cock grew in your palm as you stroked him to his full length. it was everything you imagined it to be and more. his neatly trimmed pubes decorated his pelvis like the first dusting of snow on a winter afternoon, standing out vividly against the tan skin below his waist only a half shade lighter than that of the rest of his body. he was hot and heavy in your hand with pretty veins trailing on the underside of his cock. his head was thick and rosy with arousal, glistening with the precum that you spread over his slit with your thumb.

mr. clean’s breath began to deepen and you worked him up, an occasional groan vibrating his chest. you placed a gentle kiss on the sweet spot below his head causing him to twitch in your grasp. a proud smile curled your lips. when you drew a long strip up the underside of his shaft before followed by a few kitten licks on his sensitive head, his hand found your hair, stroking it slightly while subtly urging you to take more of him into your mouth.

you obliged, wrapping your plush lips around the head of his cock, suckling gently on it. the older man groaned above you, digging his nails into your scalp.

“don’t tease” was his short command, his voice gruff and noticeable tense as he sank your head further down his length, puffing air through his nose.

you took him all, the head of his cock kissing your soft palate. releasing him with a gag, you swallowed his length again, bobbing your head around him at a quick pace, hands gripped firmly on his waist.

mr. clean grunted above you, hips rutting into the wet heat of your mouth with low growls in perfect time with your own movements. it was then that the constraints of his cotton tee became stifling. he pulled it over his head and off his body to reveal his golden chest that laid hidden beneath like the finest of treasure. and you just won the jackpot.

you stared up at the man lecherously, gaze low and slutty as you drank in the sight of him before you. your eyes followed the snow white happy trail that snaked up his toned abs cushioned by a thin layer of plush before it spread out over his big burly chest. mr. clean was the perfect picture of human anatomy, truly carved by the steady hands of the god’s.

a smug grin tugged at the lewd sight below him: your lusty expression, damped lashes, and surprisingly clean chin. you were learning…

“that’s enough,” he spoke firmly, pulling you off him, you pouted in protest, already beginning to feel drunk off his cock. or maybe it was the fumes?

you let out a yelp as mr.clean lifted you off the couch with one swift movement like you weighed next to nothing. a mere rag doll for him to throw around and fuck as he pleased. he took his seat on the couch, sitting you down on his lap with your back pressed to his chest.

“so here’s what's gonna happen next,” he growled into your ear. his voice was so low and gruff that it sent goosebumps washing over your skin. “i’m gonna fuck you, okay? and you’re gonna take what i give you. and when i’m done, you’re gonna clean up whatever filthy mess that whore cunt of yours makes, do you understand?”

“yes, mr. clean,” you breathed out. your body grew hot at his words. everything about him was so sexy. he was pulling at every single one of your strings, already knowing exactly how to make you sing for him. your clit throbbed at a steady rhythm while your dripping cunt squelched as you clamped your thighs together, creating such a sinful melody.

it was music to the older man’s ears. he hummed in delight, eyes closed fondly hearing you moan against his ear, head falling back onto his shoulder as he sunk into your sopping cunt.

“shit. slutty fucking pussy sucking me in…” he muttered to himself, his words trailing off as he began to get lost in your warmth.

he took your waist in his big hands, raising you slightly off his chest. you positioned your trembling legs on the edge of the couch to support yourself.

you barely got yourself situated before he began pounding into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each hard thrust.

you arched your arch back further away from him feeling white hot pleasure zip through your veins and he stretched you out with each thrust, the thick ridges on his cock rubbing and dragging against all the right places that had you seeing stars that twinkled that freshly cleaned glass.

he expertly manhandled your body. so wise and experienced in his old age. you wondered how many women he’s fucked like this — seducing them with his sultry moves, alluring them with his hot bod and his helpful hands. the same hands that held a bruising grip on your waist as he drilled himself into you while grunting through clenched teeth.

your breast sloshed around like water in the air as shameless cries ripped from your throat. mr. clean couldn’t even make them out if he tried, the sounds going out in hiccuped moans and broken syllables. he felt his cock twitch at the sound of you being so drunk off him. he wished he could see that cute little face of yours lost in the pleasure only he could give you.

he knew he wouldn’t last much longer like this. not with you clenching around him like that. he needed to wrap this up but not before making sure you finished first.

he released his grip on your hip to reach around and smack your puffy clit repeatedly almost causing your legs to give out from under you at the delicious mix of pleasure and pain it created.

“look at this greedy little cunt trying to milk me dry,” he goaded. you could hear the satisfied smile on his lips from behind you. “want me to fill you up, is that right?”

you could only moan at his lewd words, their implication only spurring you on. your cunt fluttered around him in anticipation.

the action was not missed by him, hissing in pleasure as you clenched around him. “ i bet you’d —hah— i bet you’d like that, whore, hm?” he huffed out, his breath ragged as he approached his end.

when all you responded with were helpless whimpers he pinched your clit, returning your focus back onto him.

“y-yes!! yes!! g’nna cum!” you squealed, feeling warmth begin to spread through your body like wildfire so close to engulfing you in pleasure.

“that’s it, baby. be a good girl and come all over my cock,” he spoke, as he left wet open mouth kisses all over your neck and ears.

that was the last push needed to end you over the edge, your eyes rolling back into your head as your body tensed, imploding in all consuming flames as you came hard around his cock, leaving thick white cream at the base.

mr. clean followed after you, mercilessly fucking into you with messy strokes, pumping hot ropes of cum into you with a steady pulse.

he pulled out, watching from below as his cum dropped from your spent pussy and onto his stomach in thick white globs.

he dumped your limp body on the couch next to him, eyeing you in mild annoyance while you laid there to catch your breath.

“go on. get to work,” he commanded. “or have you learned nothing?”

mind still fuzzy, you sat and positioned yourself to kneel at his side before bending over to clean up your mess like you promised you would.

he watched lecherously as you lapped up your combined cum off his abs making sure not to waste a single drop. he felt his dick twitch to life again when you looked up from his lap with such a fucked out expression on your face, showing off the white cream on your tongue before swallowinng it down. he could barely hide the look of amazement on his face.

maybe there was a better clean than mr. clean.

“now, that wasn’t so hard, was it, dear?” he asked, his gentle smile returning to his face.

you felt pride swell in his chest when he looked at you, gently petting your hair with his palms, so happy to have pleased him.

“for more cleaning tips visit mycleanbook.ca” he whispered into your ear, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead before disappearing into thin air, leaving a cloud of sparkles and that clean lemon scent that you’d cherish for days to come.

“mr. clean, mr. clean, mr. clean…” you sang gently to yourself, settling further into the cushions, satisfied with a job well done.

#: @satorhime @thicksimpx @gabzlovesu @rowan-rites @hajitonin @thegrandlinesimp @imperatorkhaleesi @lvlyone

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fanficshiddles · 8 months

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Dirty Little Secret, Part 2/2

Part 1

When the three of them entered the room, it was as expected a pretty luxurious room that Loki had gotten them. Not that Tina expected anything less, of course. Her nerves came back as she turned to face the men, both looking far too sexy to be real as they stared her down with hunger written all over their faces.

Loki stalked over to her and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her forehead softly. ‘I know you’re a little anxious, pet. We can go gentle if you’d prefer, just calm and vanilla. It’s your call. But Chris is a Dom too.’

Well duhh. Tina thought, she already knew that from earlier, as he just oozed dominance like Loki.

‘I… uhm… want you both to take control, please Daddy.’ She whispered. She definitely wanted them to take control of the situation, she yearned just to submit and follow their lead, as she always did with Loki.

Loki smiled and kissed her forehead again.

‘Besides… being vanilla sucks.’ She added as she nibbled her lip.

Loki chuckled. ‘Does indeed… What’s your usual safe word, pet?’ He asked as he stepped back a little, next to Chris.

‘Oh god.’ She groaned and put her hand over her face.

‘Come on, tell us. You know I need to know you know it before we do anything. Plus, Chris needs to know, too.’ He said firmly.

‘Reincarnate.’ She whispered.

Chris smiled widely. ‘Good choice.’

‘Take off your clothes, baby girl. Let Chris see you.’

Tina swallowed hard, Loki knew how difficult that would be for her. But he was testing her to see how confident she would be. She began with taking off her top, then she kicked off her jeans and took off her socks. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself, they were both watching her intently, and she saw they both had rather large bulges already.

She rubbed her arm nervously as she paused and looked at Loki.

‘All of it, baby. You know what to do if you’re feeling nervous and want help.’ Loki said firmly but in a gentle manner.

Tina was glad that Loki had essentially thrown her a lifeline, he knew how difficult she found it to undress herself for his pleasure. She had never been overly confident about her body, so making a show of it was not her strong point. And being on front of Chris too, it was really overwhelming for her and Loki knew it.

‘Can… can you undress me please, Daddy?’

‘Of course, baby girl.’ Loki moved over to her and began removing her bra and knickers.

‘Ohhh, you are so fucking hot.’ Chris groaned and palmed at himself through his trousers. Making her feel slightly bolder.

Loki felt rather smug as he moved behind her, she had shyly put her hands on front of her a bit. ‘Hands behind your back, baby. Let him see you properly.’

She hesitantly did as she was told, Loki stroked her hair a few times as a reward. She then felt his breath tickle against her ear. ‘Now, why don’t you kneel for him and show him just how pretty that mouth of yours is.’

Tina walked towards Chris and sank down to her knees on front of him. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, looking so innocent.

Chris unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down far enough to reveal his cock. He stroked himself a few times first. ‘Let’s see how much of a good girl you are.’ Chris grinned down at her and then pressed his cock against her lips.

Tina’s heart was pounding in her chest as she parted her lips and started sucking him softly at the tip. She took her time, slowly taking him further into her mouth, making sure she used her tongue to swirl around him.

‘Ohh, fuck.’ Chris groaned as he closed his eyes and slid a hand into her hair for something to hold onto.

Tina moaned around him at the way his grip tightened in her hair. She looked up at him while she sucked him, and when he opened his eyes and looked down, he struggled to keep himself under control at the sight of her like that with her lips wrapped around his cock.

Loki prowled around them in circles, watching everything. He was getting impossibly hard seeing his girl sucking another guy’s cock. He moved to the side of them and took his own cock out to stroke while he watched.

‘Why don’t you show Chris your party trick, baby girl.’ Loki purred.

Chris eased up on his grip of her hair, keen to see what Loki meant. But he moaned out loud when Tina suddenly relaxed her throat and was able to take him right down her throat, so her nose was pressed against his pubic bone. She stayed like that for a few seconds, Chris could feel her gag reflex trying to kick in, making her throat clench around him.

‘Fuuuuuck!’ He cried out as he started pulsing and just as she had to pull back, he came in her mouth. But she made sure to swallow as much as she could while the rest dribbled down her chin.

Loki chuckled and stepped in closer, he stroked Tina’s hair and turned her head towards him, pointing his cock at her mouth. She took him into her mouth, after taking a few deep breaths, and began sucking him off too.

‘Jesus… I don’t think I’ve came that fast before from a blowjob.’ Chris said, his voice was a bit shaky.

‘I told you she was good.’ Loki grinned.

‘More than good… You’re incredible, sweetheart.’ Chris growled as he watched her sucking Loki. He was already starting to get hard again.

‘You can please us both together, can’t you baby girl?’ Loki asked.

She used one hand to stroke Chris while she sucked off Loki. But now and then she would swap, until she made Loki cum all over her face. Then Chris came again too, covering her face as well. She was a very sticky mess.

‘Ohh, look at the mess she’s in. Such a messy kitten.’ Chris teased and smeared his cock all over her face, making her worse.

‘Let’s see what kind of mess she’s in elsewhere.’ Loki chuckled. ‘Get into inspection position, baby girl.’

Tina was so aroused it was unreal, she was feeling more relaxed and a little more confident too. She turned around and leaned down on her arms, sticking her ass up in the air with her legs apart enough for them to see. She kept her head ducked down and arched her back beautifully.

‘Oooooo.’ Chris cooed as he crouched down beside her and trailed a lone finger right up her slit, making her body jump in excitement at his touch.

‘Ohh, sensitive little one.’ He teased around her clit, that was very much on display and begging for attention.

‘She certainly is. Go ahead, play with her as you wish to get her prepped.’ Loki said as he took a seat by the dressing table to watch.

‘Oh I will.’ Chris grinned wickedly.

He stood up straight, but then leaned down over her and wrapped an arm around her middle, easily scooping her up he then tossed her onto the bed, making her squeak. Loki smirked, he knew that will have driven her wild, she loved it when Loki displayed his strength. Knowing that Chris was strong too and displaying it…

She turned around on the bed in time to see him taking off his shirt, showing all his tattoos. Her eyes were drawn to his body as he took off his jeans too. She started moving backwards up the bed a little.

‘Where do you think you’re going?’ He chuckled and grabbed her ankle, he dragged her slowly back down until she was underneath him. He leaned down so his face was right on front of hers. ‘You’re fucking MINE!’ He growled at her.

Tina nearly combusted underneath him at what he said and the way he said. But then he wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing slightly as he leaned down and kissed her.

With his free hand he slowly tickled down her body, making her squirm, then he reached between her thighs and slowly began fingering her gently. His thumb circled her clit while he carefully inserted a few fingers into her, with ease as she was so wet.

Every now and then when he squeezed her neck more, he felt her clenching around his digits. He chuckled against her mouth, teasing her tongue with his own until he had her teetering on the very edge, just a few more seconds would push her over… But he suddenly stopped all contact.

She whined out loud in disappointment, making Chris and Loki chuckle.

Chris stroked her cheek gently with the back of his hand, then slipped his fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself. ‘You’ll get to cum, sweet one, but it’s going to be on my tongue.’

Tina’s eyes almost popped out, she squirmed again as he moved down her body and pushed her legs wider apart so he could get access to her. She put her hands over her face shyly when he winked up at her.

He took his time tasting her, before finding all of her favourite spots. Especially focusing on her clit with slow and firm licks, driving her crazy. She reached down and gripped his hair, her hips began bucking upwards too. She was so close.

‘Pl… please… Can I cum? Please!’ She screamed out desperately, it was difficult to hold on, he was far too talented with his tongue.

Chris paused to smack his lips together. ‘Ohh, such pretty manners. You’ve trained her well.’ He said with a smirk as he glanced over his shoulder at Loki.

‘She’s a good girl… Most of the time, anyway.’ Loki chuckled and strolled across towards them, he sat on the edge of the bed up by Tina and reached out to stroke her hair. ‘It’s up to you, Chris. If you think she deserves to cum.’

Loki smirked at her reaction as she had been looking at him, then looked back down at Chris with pleading eyes. ‘Please…’ She whimpered as he went back to licking her ever so slowly.

‘Mmmmm.’ Chris hummed against her.

She gasped out loud and closed her eyes, biting her tongue hard she tried her best to hold off from cumming without permission. She really didn’t want to get into trouble.

‘You can cum.’ Chris said quickly before latching onto her clit and flicking his tongue quite rapidly over it, not giving her much of an option but to cum. Even if he had told her no, there was no way she would’ve been able to hold back.

Chris continued eating her out, dragging out her orgasm for as long as possible. She shook hard during it, Loki kept stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she whimpered and cried in pleasure.

Loki would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit jealous at how good Chris was at that, and that he was sharing his girl. But seeing her enjoying herself so much meant more to him.

‘She tastes amazing.’ Chris growled and had a feral look about him as he licked his lips.

Loki chuckled and turned Tina’s face towards him a bit. ‘Are you still with us, baby girl?’

Tina’s eyes fluttered and her cheeks were flushed red, she took a moment before nodding. Loki leaned down and kissed her deeply.

‘Good.’ He mumbled over her lips. ‘Now, do you want Chris to fuck you? Hmm?’

Tina’s eyes widened again and Loki swore her cheeks turned even redder if that was possible. She glanced shyly at Chris, who was grinning from ear to ear. He stroked her calf softly.

She nodded shyly then looked back at Loki.

‘How do you want her?’ Loki asked Chris.

‘I think missionary to start with, what do you think sweet one?’ Chris asked.

Tina just nodded again. She took hold of Loki’s hand and was nibbling on his fingers, something she did often if she was feeling vulnerable and particularly shy or anxious. But they all knew she was super excited about it all too, but nerves were expected.

‘I won’t bite… Not yet, anyway.’ Chris smirked as he ran his fingers up her leg and tickled the back of her knee, making her giggle.

‘She certainly doesn’t mind biting, do you baby girl?’ Loki grinned at her. She just hid her face behind her hands.

Chris moved further up her body and he continued tickling her, across her sides and stomach, making her laugh hysterically until she moved her hands from her face to try and protect her body from his attack.

‘That’s better, don’t hide your beautiful face.’ Chris cooed and brushed his thumb over her cheek.

‘I will deal with that.’ Loki said as he gathered her hands together and held them up above her.

Her breathing got deeper as Chris positioned himself between her legs, she felt his cock press against her as he leaned over her. He gently held her chin and kissed her as he slowly began to push into her. She tried wriggling in delight under him but he was pinning her down with his body and with Loki holding her hands up she couldn’t move too much, but she loved it.

He moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to him. But as soon as he felt her squeezing around his cock, he couldn’t do anything else but start to thrust in and out of her.

‘That’s it, take his cock like a good little girl.’ Loki growled and gave her hands a squeeze.

It didn’t go unnoticed to Chris that she clenched hard around him when Loki praised her. Chris began kissing down her neck and couldn’t resist nibbling on her, and when he got a good response from that he bit down on her hard as he thrust roughly into her.

‘Oh god.’ Tina cried out as Chris hit all the right spots within her. Her mind and body were completely shattered, seeing Chris lean up more over her as he continued fucking her, the way he was looming over her. And having Loki beside her, holding her hands up and praising her, it was all almost too much for her. Talk about a complete overload of pleasure.

Chris was about to cum, but he wanted to make sure she did first. So he slid his hand down between them and it didn’t take much work on her clit to push her over the edge first.

‘Cum for me, sweet girl. Let me feel you unravel on my cock.’ He demanded.

And Tina did just that. Chris thrust into her one last time and came inside her, gasping and panting as she squeezed around him.

‘Good girl.’ They both praised her at the same time.

When Chris pulled out of her, Loki released her hands. But she didn’t get long to recover as they switched positions. Though Loki flipped her around onto her stomach and tapped her bum. ‘Up.’ He growled.

Tina managed to get up onto her hands and knees, though she was so shaky she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep that position for long.

‘Such a mess, baby girl.’ Loki slid his fingers up and down her cunt, then slid two fingers into her and began to scoop out as much of Chris’ cum as possible. Why that possessive action made her knees tremble even more, she wasn’t sure.

Chris laughed and licked his lips as he knelt at the top of the bed on front of her. He stroked her hair and stole a kiss from her, turning her brain to mush.

‘I thought you were happy to share.’ Chris teased as he leaned back and looked at Loki over the top of her.

Loki grumbled in response as he then took position, grabbing her hips he wasn’t overly careful as he rammed his cock into her, though he knew she was more than prepared to take him, making her gasp.

‘I am… But at the end of the day, she is mine.’ He growled with a smirk as he began pounding into her roughly from behind.

Tina could barely catch her breath as she was jolted hard, her breasts were bouncing back and fore. Chris couldn’t resist and reached under her to toy with them, rubbing his thumbs across her hard nipples, making her moan more and more.

‘Why don’t you suck Chris, baby girl. Give that mouth of yours something to do.’ Loki panted. He leaned over her more and wrapped a hand around her middle so he could support her better, knowing her poor little body was struggling to remain up.

Chris shuffled closer so she could take him into her mouth, he kept stroking her hair to keep it back from her face.

‘Ohh, that’s it.’ Chris let his head fall backwards as she sucked him off. Her moaning around him felt heavenly.

The three of them all ended up cumming in a chain reaction. Loki told Tina to do so, which was all she needed as she had been like a ticking timebomb, waiting to go off again. That made Loki cum, and also Chris as her moaning and crying while she had him in her mouth was far too much to handle.

As soon as Loki and Chris stopped, Tina collapsed down on the bed. Utterly exhausted.

Loki slid his hands up and down her back as she groaned.

‘Are you alright, baby girl?’ Loki moved up the bed and lay down, pulling her up further so she was between him and Chris.

She had her face buried in the pillow and just groaned again in response. She started shivering though, which was the norm for her, she always felt shivery and cold with intense subdrop.

‘Have we broken her?’ Chris asked as he stroked the back of her neck, earning a low moan from her in response.

‘Come on, I know what she needs.’ Loki scooped Tina up into his arms and headed for the bathroom, he looked at Chris and tilted his head to join them.

Loki carried her into the bathroom and held her with one arm as he turned the taps on in the bath. Chris walked in but hovered at the door as Loki lowered her into the tub.

‘It’s ok, you can help.’ Loki said to Chris.

‘Are you sure?’ Chris asked, knowing how aftercare was quite an intimate thing, even more so than the fun they’d just had, in-fact.

‘I’m sure.’ Loki nodded. ‘You’re ok with Chris helping look after you, right baby girl?’

Tina was pretty out of it, but she was able to focus enough to look at them both and nod eagerly.

Chris felt warmed as he crouched down next to Loki at the tub. Loki grabbed a wash cloth and began washing her body, while Chris shampooed her hair. Tina felt tingly all over, like she was in heaven with all the attention. Between Chris massaging her scalp as he washed out the shampoo and Loki taking extra time rubbing her back, Tina was complete putty in their hands.

Once she was ready, Loki lifted her out of the bath and Chris wrapped a warm blanket around her. They took her back through to bed and placed her between them as they all got comfortable under the duvet.

They snuggled up close to her, Loki at her front and Chris at her back. The two guys managed to wrap their arms around her in a way that didn’t interfere with one another. After an hour or so of just holding and stroking her, speaking softly to her, Tina started to come out of subdrop more.

The way Chris was holding her, his hand was gently cradling the side of her neck. But she tilted her face down enough so she could nibble the back of his hand, making him chuckle.

‘N’aww, like a cute little kitten.’ Chris teased.

Then she managed to reach at his forearm and actually bit him.

Chris gasped. ‘Did you just bite me?’ He asked in a growly manner.

She giggled and hid her face against Loki.

‘Uh oh… Is your brat coming out?’ Loki asked.

‘Nooo… never.’ She teased.

‘I know just how to handle a brat.’ Chris said firmly as he slid his hand down and squeezed her ass in warning, making her squeak and tense up.

‘Do you really want to put the two of us to the test, baby girl?’ Loki asked as he gripped her cheeks.

‘Maybe…’ She whispered.

But Chris rolled her onto her stomach and swiftly brought his hand down on her ass, making her yelp out, he had a mean swing and she was super surprised by that. Considering she thought Loki had a mean enough swing, which he did. But realising Chris was just as bad…

‘Mercy! Have mercy! I give! I’ll be good!’ She said quickly and put her hands behind her to protect her ass.

Loki and Chris both laughed at her quick turnaround.

‘That’s what I thought.’ Chris said smugly.

‘Perhaps next time you’re touring here, her brat side might have more confidence.’ Loki said as he and Chris lay down comfortably again. Tina was still cautiously protecting her ass. But her head shot up as she looked at Loki.

‘We can do this again?’ She squeaked.

Loki chuckled. ‘If you both want to, I don’t see why not.’ He shrugged.

‘Certainly fine with me. What do you think, sweetheart?’ Chris asked as he trailed his fingers down her spine, making her skin tingle as she turned her head to look at him shyly.

‘Fine with me too.’ She smiled and then hid her face down in the pillow.

#loki #tom hiddleston #dirty little secret #part 2 #chris motionless

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naivesilver · 16 days

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@lizardthelizard please forgive the unorthodox method of response, but Tumblr was, as we tend to say, a fucking bitch - also, I'm sorry, this might be the little shit in me, but my first reaction upon seeing this request was "why not both?" ashkdhaljskfhlkjaf 💗

Kid/Parent Dialogue Prompts

6. "How did you grow up so fast? Yesterday you were still my little baby..."

(Related, of course, to my very self indulgent EAH Uncle Wick AU 😊)

"Uuuuh, guys?" Cedar ventures, unsure of who exactly she has to address at this point. "Why can't anyone tell me where we're going? Is it another secret dance? Because it's going to be fairy hard for me to spoil the secret, if I'm already going down there with you."

She hears repressed giggles around her, which confuse her even more. "Nothing like that, I promise," Raven replies from somewhere to her left - the blindfold makes it hard to pinpoint the exact spot, but Cedar can feel her friend holding tight onto her hand, warm and familiar. "Just a little surprise."

Cedar's plenty used to surprises - learning things at the very last minute is pretty much the norm, when you can't help but blurt them out otherwise - but they don't often focus on her, in truth. She doesn't think Raven, Maddie and Cerise would lead her astray just for a laugh, and it's not like they can go very far; the chaos surrounding them can only belong to the Book End village, as familiar as it can be grating. She should be safe from nasty tricks, strictly speaking.

Still, none of that is enough to make her relax completely. "Alright, but where are we going? I feel like I'm walking my feet to splinters."

"We're here!" Maddie announces cheerfully. "Are you ready?"

Cedar is, in fact, very far from ready, but she only manages an unconvinced mumble before she is made to stop abruptly and the scarf is pulled from around her head. Her eyes don't need time adjusting to the sudden bright light as much as real ones would, but she's still so taken aback that for a moment all she can do is look up in confusion at the area around them, the clear sky and the top of the Mad Hatter's Tea Shoppe.

Then a man's voice says, "What, no warm welcome for me?"

Cedar gasps, glancing down in a second - though not much further down, it has to be said. There is a fairy familiar figure standing in front of the Tea Shoppe, tall and slim and grinning broadly at her, though he has his hands buried deeply in his coat pockets, as if he were pretending not to be all that invested in her reaction.

There is a beat of shocked silence; then Cedar throws herself at him, shrieking in joy as Lampwick drops the facade and wraps his arms around her, lifting her up as though she weighed nothing. "Uncle Wick, how- What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in forever after!"

"That's exactly why I'm here, sprout. Didn't get a chance to say goodbye when you left for school, so since I had some business in the area I thought I'd swing by... And I asked your friends to help me set this nice meeting up, to see tha' sweet shocked face of yours."

He presses a kiss to her cheek that makes her snicker, before putting her down with an exaggerated huff. "How did you get so big in so little time is beyond me- I coulda sworn you were just a green bud last week, and now you're almost as tall as me."

"That's never going to happen, Uncle Wick." Undeterred, Cedar clings to him like a lifeline, though she turns to smile gratefully at her friends, who are standing a few feet away to give them space. Maddie looks fit to burst with excitement, and Cerise seems pleased under the brim of her hood, but it's Raven that appears the most self-satisfied, regarding them with a proud smirk and her arms crossed against her chest.

And she has every right to act so, Cedar thinks. There's a good chance this might be the best weekend she's had since the beginning of the school years - she always knows exactly when and where she might see her father and grandfather, but Uncle Wick is as slippery as an eel, here one day, gone the next. To have him on hand like this, so unexpectedly... It beats every encounter she made on Yester Day, that's for sure.

"Still, we gotta water your roots some, kiddo." He ruffles her curls with fond cheekiness, then makes a broad gesture that encompasses them all and the building behind them.

"Let's go, girls. Tea's on me for everyone- let's see if the old Hatter is still as good as I remember, shall we?"

#lizardthelizard #ask meme #fanfic #ever after high #eah #cedar wood #pinocchio #lampwickcore #if you saw the first version of this prompt fill - no you didn't LMAO #also my apologies to the person on here I thanked for giving me an idea for this au #it's been ages and I still haven't written that BUT I WILL I PROMISE #you were very helpful

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The people have spoken. Will is next.

(Tw for death. Will is dead. Rip King.)

Will lay still. His limbs were mangled, broken and sticking out at unnatural angles.

El knelt by his side, her hand on his chest, willing him not to go. Memories came in flashes. She clung to them like a lifeline as she felt him slipping away.

Joyce was next to her, sobbing, pleading. El tried to tune her out, as she thought of the time Will let her tag along to the comic book store in Lenora and he bought her the Wonderwoman comic he saw her eyeing.

"Will, baby, it's mom, please don't go. I love you, I love you so much," Joyce said, sobbing.

El thought of the time that she, Will, Joyce, and Jonathan played Clue for family game night, and when Will noticed her getting frustrated, he discreetly showed her his cards.

"Wake up. Please, Will. It's your mom, I'm here, please. Please wake up."

She thought of all the times she walked through the halls of Lenora high, feeling safer knowing Will was right by her side, and he always would be.

"I love you. I love you more than anything. Please."

El pressed her hand to his chest and squeezed her eyes shut even tighter. She felt her nose gushing blood, so much she was almost choking on it, but she didn't care. It didn't matter. All that mattered was Will. So she sobbed and she choked and she used every ounce of resolve she had to hold on to him. Even though she knew. She could feel that he was already gone.

Then she felt her eyes roll back as she began to fall backwards. She barely registered Joyce catching her.

She could feel Joyce's tears falling from above and hitting her face, mingling with her own tears.

She could feel Joyce’s body shaking against her back as she supported her weight.

She could hear footsteps, running. Getting closer.

"Will?" It was Jonathan's voice. He sounded devastated.

El used what little strength she had to open her eyes. Her heart clenched at the sight in front of her. Jonathan cradling Will's body. Tears streaming down his face as he frantically shook his head. This isn't happening.

She couldn't quite believe it either, despite feeling the life leave his body.

Then she heard another voice from behind her.

Frantic. Insistent.

"She can save him!"

Mike.

She took a shaky breath before croaking, "Mike."

She couldn't open her eyes further, let alone turn her head to look at him, but she didn't have to. He stepped out from behind her and looked her straight in the eyes.

"You can save him," he said firmly, tears brimming in his eyes, his gaze hard.

"I... tried," she said, tears blurring her vision further. She was so close to losing consciousness.

"You tried?" Mike repeated harshly.

El choked back a sob. She did. She tried. She tried so hard. He didn't believe her. They wouldn't believe her, they wouldn't forgive her.

She couldn't forgive herself.

"Kid, he's gone."

Hopper. It was Hopper.

El could see him now, stepping into view, approaching Mike slowly like he was a scared animal. The same way he approached her in the woods that first time, years ago.

Mike ignored him.

"You saved Max. But you can't save him? He's your brother! Save him!" Mike demanded, his voice cracking.

El couldn't speak. She wasn't physically capable, and if she was she wouldn't know what to say.

"What is wrong with you?" Mike asked, stepping toward her.

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I tried. I'm sorry. I love him. I love him too. I don't know how to live without him. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please.

"Mike. Enough." Hopper said, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

Mike whipped around to face Hopper "No! She has to save him!"

"Kid," Hopper said sadly, his hand still on Mike's shoulder in a firm grip.

"Let go!" Mike sobbed, trying to push Hopper's arm away. When that didn't work, he tried pushing his chest, until he was sobbing too hard to keep fighting, and Hopper wrapped his arms around him. Mike collapsed, his body practically limp, and he would've fallen if it weren't for Hopper holding him up.

Hopper was looking at El and Joyce like he wanted desperately to go to them, but he knew he couldn't let go of Mike. And there was nothing he could do for them. For once, there was nothing he could do to fix it.

El could see the pain in Hopper's eyes. He was staying strong, for them. He was strong.

She could see the way he was supporting Mike's weight, because Mike couldn't even hold himself up.

Mike. He wasn't going to forgive her. He wasn't ever going to be okay again. Not for a long time at least. He loved Will, really loved him. Mike was saying something through his sobs. It might have been, I need to tell him. She tried not to think about what Mike needed to tell Will. He wasn't going to forgive her.

Joyce was rocking back and forth slightly, crying. She was stroking El's hair.

I don't deserve your kindness. I failed. I'm so sorry.

She could see Jonathan, still hugging Will. He had his face buried in Will's chest, and he was shaking.

She could see Will. Not Will. A corpse.

Her fault.

#if you guys spot all the parallels i will give you a cookie #or let you pick the next character i kill #abby's killing spree #ficlet #abby writes

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st0rmyspirit · 2 years

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i'm begging you - steve harrington

pairing: gn!reader x steve harrington

content: hurt/comfort, steve has a nightmare & reader comforts him

author's note: haven't written in quite some time so this is rusty! steve harrington has major ptsd that is so overlooked so heres my contribution to the fanon hurt/comfort for stevie. also pls don't repost <3

"hey hey shh shh its okay, you aren't going to lose me baby. never." your soft-spoken words of comfort were certain and reassuring.

your doe-eyed boy lay in your lap, a tussel of sheets and blankets wrapped around your bodies. your fingers ran through his hair, a repetitive, comforting gesture of affection. he laid face down, arms wrapped around your waist haphazardly, shaky hands and clammy fingers clutching at the shirt you wore.

"i can't lose you y/n... please.." he exhaled a strangled breath "don't leave me..please don't leave me, i'm begging you"

he barely lifted his head, his gaze meeting yours from below. brown eyes filled with so much hurt and fear. his anxiety radiated through you, he was in so much pain, absolutely petrified from what he'd dreamt.

your own words caught in your throat.

through his gaze, you could feel a small fraction of his emotions. pleading teary eyes, unhidden terror, it would be enough to make your knees buckle if you hadn't already been sitting.

you clutched around his back, a messy attempt at pulling him closer to you. he mirrored your actions, tightening his grip around your waist, moving up slightly to sob into your chest.

leaning against the headboard, you clutched at his skin under his shirt and his hair tucked beneath your chin. you clung to one another as though you were eachother's lifelines. in steve's ptsd ridden headspace, you're sure he must've truly believed you were his.

you rocked until your knees ached, fingers cramped against his skin, and his sobs settled into shaky breaths.

"stevie.. my baby?" you kissed the crown of his head when he hummed in response. "i need you to look at me honey. can you do that?"

he struggled to lift his head from your chest, reasonably exhausted due to the time displayed on the analog clock and strength of his sobs.

your eyes met.

his slightly puffy, red, and swollen. they seemed heavy, full of unease and exhaustion.

you tucked a strand of bed crazed hair behind his ear, caressing his face where it rested on your shoulder.

"i will never leave you. never." he looked unsure.

"i will not let anything happen to you and i know you wouldn't let anything happen to me." he nodded at that statement.

you looked at him tenderly, his pain having sunk into your chest the minute he threw himself onto you that night. your book tossed out of your hands and reading glasses skewed. all you could care about was the boy in your lap.

"stevie?"

a hum in response.

"can i kiss you?"

another hum.

"verbal, please."

"yes"

it was faintly spoken, very soft, even for steve, but it was good enough. hand still caressing his cheek, you lowered your face to his. a soft yet unwavering kiss pressed to his lips. you hoped it would convey what you intended. there was no lust behind it, no expectations or judgement. just overwhelming an unconditional love for your boy.

he snuggled further into your chest when you pulled away, a faint yet satisfied smile on his face.

"stevie?"

"hm?"

"you know where we are?"

"bedroom."

"yes, who's house?"

"mine."

"good boy"

"do you want to talk about your nightmare?"

hesitation.

"..no. not right now at least.."

"alright."

it wasn't surprising since it happened so recently.

"would you like me to read to you or give you some water?"

"..water would be nice.."

you reached over to the nightstand, picking up your metal waterbottle and flipping up the straw. you tapped it on his lips.

"here baby"

you tipped it back a little once he put his lips around it, helping him get a drink so he wouldn't have to move. he leaned away, allowing you to set the bottle back on the nightstand.

"would you like me to read to you or would you like to go to sleep?"

"sleep please"

"of course pretty boy."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #gn!reader #stranger things #fanfic #steve stranger things #hurt/comfort #fix it fic #comfort #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #harrington x reader

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darkstar225 · 8 months

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Twice's 10th member being babysat by Girls Generation (SNSD) part 2

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend LyraxTy who gave me this idea on Wattpad likes it! :) (A/N: This is kind of a part 2 but you can read it individually)

The request: Hi I really love your book and I want to request can you do y/n is still like a child and sick so y/n a little clingy and the members have a schedule outside of seoul and have to stay there so they ask girls generation and they were happy to take care of y/n especially Tiffany who has a soft spot (and protective) of y/n and always babying y/n while taking care of her. Thank you ❤️

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The morning sunlight filtered through the windows of Girls' Generation's dorm, casting a warm glow over Y/N, who was nestled in a cosy bed. She had been feeling under the weather for the past few days, and her condition had taken a turn for the worse. Her fellow TWICE unnies were scheduled to be away from Seoul for an extended period, and they had made arrangements for the maknae to stay with Girls' Generation once again.

As the younger girl slowly stirred awake, her head throbbing and body aching, she was met with the gentle smile of Tiffany, who was sitting by her bedside. Tiffany's eyes were filled with concern, as she reached out to feel Y/N's forehead and she talked softly.

Tiffany - Good morning, sweetie. How are you feeling today?

Y/N's voice was weak as she replied,

Y/N - Not so good, unnie. My head hurts, and I'm all stuffy.

Tiffany's heart ached for TWICE's angel, and she couldn't help but feel protective. She tucked a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear.

Tiffany - Don't worry, baby. Unnie's here to take care of you.

As the day wore on, Tiffany showered the youngest with affection and care. She prepared a warm bowl of chicken soup, which Y/N had always loved when she was sick. Tiffany fed her spoonful by spoonful, making sure she ate enough to regain her strength.

Throughout the day, the other members of Girls' Generation checked on Y/N, offering her words of encouragement and well wishes. They had all grown fond of the young maknae, and seeing her unwell tugged at their heartstrings.

Tiffany, however, remained Y/N's constant companion. She sat by TWICE's sunshine's side, reading stories to her, playing soothing music, and occasionally singing her favourite lullabies. Y/N found comfort in Tiffany's presence, and she clung to the older idol like a lifeline.

As evening approached, the kid's condition showed signs of improvement, thanks to Tiffany's diligent care. She had taken her medicine, rested, and had eaten enough to regain some of her energy. Tiffany decided to help Y/N take a warm bath to further ease her discomfort.

Tiffany filled the bathtub with warm water and added a few drops of Y/N's favourite lavender-scented bath oil that reminded the girl of her Jihyo omma. She helped Y/N undress and step into the soothing water, making sure the temperature was just right.

TWICE's sweetheart sighed in relief as she settled into the bath, the warm water easing her aches and pains. Tiffany knelt by the edge of the tub, using a soft washcloth to gently wash Y/N's face.

Tiffany - You're doing so well, love. *whispering*

Tiffany praised, her voice filled with warmth.

Tiffany - Just a little while longer, and you'll be feeling even better.

Y/N nodded, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. Tiffany continued to bathe her, taking extra care to ensure Y/N felt comfortable and relaxed.

Once Y/N was done with her bath, Tiffany helped her dry off and get dressed in clean pyjamas. She led her babygirl back to her bed, where she tucked her in with a fluffy blanket.

As Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed, Y/N looked up at her with a sleepy smile.

Y/N - Unnie, thank you for taking care of me. You're like my second mom.

Tiffany chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from her child's forehead. (Jihyo be like: 👁👄👁)

Tiffany - I'm just happy I could be here for you, sweetie. Now, get some rest and recover quickly.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Tiffany's presence beside her. She was grateful for the love and care she had received from Girls' Generation, especially from Tiffany, who had a soft spot for her. It was moments like these that made her feel safe and loved.

As Y/N drifted off to sleep, she made a silent wish that she would soon be well enough to visit Girls' Generation again. Their kindness and affection had made her feel like part of their family, and she couldn't wait for the next opportunity to be with them.

In the coming days, the maknae's health gradually improved, thanks to the attentive care she had received from Girls' Generation. When the TWICE members returned to Seoul, they found their youngest member in much better spirits and health.

As Y/N reunited with her TWICE sisters, she couldn't help but share stories of her time with Girls' Generation. She spoke of Tiffany's nurturing and protective nature, and how the older idol had made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Momo, Sana, and Mina, the J-line, exchanged knowing glances, understanding the special bond that had formed between Y/N and Tiffany. They knew that Y/N's love for Girls' Generation, and especially for Tiffany, was genuine and deep.

As Y/N settled back into her routine with TWICE, she couldn't help but carry a secret wish. One day, when she was feeling better and had fully recovered, she would ask her unnies for permission to visit Girls' Generation once again, but on a day when she could enjoy it. The warmth and love she had found in their company were irreplaceable, and she couldn't wait to be surrounded by their affection once more. And this made her have a single thought:

I love my dear chosen family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

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shhh-secret-time · 2 months

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Lucky Number 13, Baby

"Definitely need a chapter 2, So take your looks at comments.

This is what I'm made of. Torn jeans, tattoos, and stray child terror!

Lucky Number 13, baby!"

Chapter 1

Her tongue pushes against the small black rings on her bottom lip, knocking the hoops from side to side. The poor teacher's voice seemed to fade further and further away as she continued the rythmatic clicking. She knew she'd regret not paying attention later when she was struggling to do the homework the teacher was sure to assign her and the rest of the class, but right now her mind was elsewhere.

It was outside the classroom, wandering around to nothing. Her thoughts bouncing around in her head like that old DVD symbol not quite hitting the corner of the screen. That's what she'd compare it to anyway when she went absent minded like this. Right now, the only thing on her mind was the pack of cigarettes tucked away in the faded oversized varsity jacket, big blocky white letters with her last name printed on the back.

Wellman. 13.

Lucky number thirteen given to her when she joined the school's basketball team, something she wore like a badge of honor. The jacket grew with her developing character from the patches going down the arm of the sleeves to the old energy drink stains down the front. Because of the nasty habit, the jacket had the scent of cigarettes trapped inside it; holding the contraband in the deep pockets.

The lip rings were supposed to be a way to stop her from smoking, again something she just told herself to justify the reckless D.I.Y piercings she gave herself. The crumbled pack rolled in her palm, probably crushing them further, but it helped the itch in her palm. The need to just hold it in her lips and taste the burn in the back of her throat. She bit her lip rings again and let out a little exhale, knocking her boots together before perching one on top of the other.

Fuck this wasn't helping. Maybe she could slip out with the typical bathroom excuse. Pulling the nurse card wouldn't work, the nurse hated her. Too many trips after a night of drinking and using the nurse's office as an excuse to get a few extra minutes of sleep. An energy drink was starting to sound good right now, her body just craved something terrible. Something that would shave a few years off her life.

Yeah, that sounds good.

"Jean. Jean!"

Her head snaps towards the front of the classroom when she hears her name being bellowed by the teacher. The frown and disapproving look told her everything she needed to know that she was in trouble. Jean sat up in her chair and gave the teacher a sheepish smile. The braided pigtails resting on her shoulder swung forward as she did.

"Hey teach~. You uh.... you wanted something?" Jean bit back a smile trying to creep up across her lips, but the snickers in the classroom weren't helping.

"As a matter of fact, you can. You can answer number thirteen on the board like I asked you to a minute ago." If looks could kill Jean would be dead three times over.

"Not what I meant when I asked for something to shave years off my life, universe." She thought to herself as her eyes scanned the whiteboard.

It wasn't the silence or the group of eyes on her that was the problem, it was the anticipation; the fact that class wouldn't continue until either the teacher gave up or she gave an answer. Jean squints a few times like she's trying to come up with an answer, even going so far as to cock her head. Her eyes bounced away from the board for a moment over towards the only person she knew would throw her a lifeline, the only person who was smart enough to know the answer to any of these questions.

Wendy Testaburger, who always sat at the front with perfect posture and perfect hair. Perfect clothes and with perfect grades to match. Now Jean was banking on her perfect mind, and she could see it in those perfect eyes that Wendy knew it. She watched as the ravenette sighed and mouthed at her.

Jean's face lit up with a grin. That's another I.O.U for Miss Testaburger.

"Why teach, I think the definition of a long... longitutde-", she squints back over towards Wendy again who only rolled her eyes and mouthed-, "longitudinal! Longitudinal wave caused by vibrations and carried through a substance of sort would be a... sound wave." Jean ends the sentence with a relaxed smile and a click of her tongue.

"What the fuck does longitudinal even mean?!"

Jean wasn't expecting the teacher to lighten up when she gave him the answer, in fact, him pinching the bridge of his nose was about par for the course. It wasn't the first time the man tried to single her out, but here of late it felt like every other day he was trying to make her choke. Like he was trying to make her feel bad for staring off into space. Some part of her knew that responding with shitty remarks didn't help, but if he wanted to pick, she could pick back.

"Right. Jean, stay after class, we can talk about how the only reason why you're barely passing my class is because of Miss Testaburger. Wendy stop encouraging Miss Wellman's behavior." His tone was cold and dismissive as he turned back to the board to continue his lesson.

"Yes sir."

It was one thing to scold her, but Wendy? Jean's heart sunk a little in her throat, the feeling of guilt clawing its way up to the back of her mind. Yeah, she owed her big time. The rest of the class was a blur if she wasn't checked out before she was now. Confining herself to her own little mind prison again. Lucky number thirteen indeed. When the bell rang, it was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders.

"This prisoner is free to go with parole!"

She slung the canvas messenger back over her shoulder and made a beeline towards Wendy's desk. Her boots nudged the side of the desk in her hurried attempt to catch the woman, her hands coming down on the desk in a desperate attempt to make it look natural.

"Wemdy!" The nickname slips past her lips with a little chirp. "Hey, I'm super sorry about that! I didn't mean to get you in trouble with the teach! Between you and me I think the dude's got it out for me, he's got such a stick up his ass." She whispers that last part.

She's expecting that perfect smile. That perfect little giggle she does when the girls say something funny or when she receives a compliment, Wendy was always the type to get flustered from praise. But when she doesn't even smile at her she goes pale, that feeling of guilt rears its ugly head again. It's worse when she realizes Wendy isn't even mad, little flashes of pity come across her face.

"Jean, it's fine. Just please try to pay more attention. I can't keep getting in trouble for you."

"You won't! I mean, I will! I was just kinda having an off day, you know how it is!" The desperation in her voice to fix the little situation she's put herself in comes off a little too strong for her liking.

"You're always having an off day. Look, I know it's hard and you know I'm always going to help you if you need me...just don't abuse it okay?" Wendy finally gives her that smile as she stands up, the tension in the air being worked out like a sore muscle.

"Right...look I'll make it up to you! I promise! You saved my ass again Testaburger, you're a hero! Queen shit for real for real!"

Jean grins at her when Wendy finally lets out that laugh. Her shoulders relax and she can feel stomach start to settle again. She felt like a junky who finally got a fix, the rush of withdrawal into the rapture of her smile.

"That's three now you owe me Jean, expect me to collect soon."

"Anything you want~ you just gotta name it beautiful." Maybe the wink was a little unnecessary, but it got the results when Wendy laughed again.

"Careful, I wouldn't go flirting with me when you still have to stay after class. I'm not really into rule breakers." Jean can feel her stomach do flips when she pokes her nose.

"Ah if I can't flirt with my homies before getting yelled at, am I really living?" She jokes back with a little shrug.

Wendy smiles at her and shakes her head before speaking. "Seriously though Jean, I know you mean well. But you've gotta get it together, okay? I'm not here to lecture you but...we're seniors about to graduate. Have you even thought about if you're going to college or not."

That knot in her stomach returned, the subject made everything numb. It used to make her feel sick, nowadays it just doesn’t make her feel at all. Static on a tv was a good way to describe it, drawing a blank whenever the talk of the future came up. Her hands go for the pack of cigarettes again taking comfort in the smooth plastic.

"Uh...well I don't think I'm going to college; school clearly isn't my scene. I was thinking..." She stops as Wendy picks up her textbook and tucks it into her arms, "...doesn't matter! I'll figure it out Wens, you've done enough for me today! I won't burden you with this!"

Her tone changes, but she's not fooling anyone. The grin on her face doesn't reach her eyes, and she knows it. Wendy isn't stupid. It's a losing battle to try and fool her. But thankfully, she doesn't pry.

"Well, when you are ready to talk about it, Kyle, Heidi, and I started a little group to try and help other students figure out where they want to go after they graduate. You should come to one!"

"Isn't that Macky's job?"

The two stare at each other for a while until Wendy raises a brow at her. Then it's laughter that echoes the classroom. A silent joke shared between friends.

"Right. I'll think about it, Wens."

"Nope. I'm cashing in those favors; you're coming to at least three of the meetings. One with me, one with Heidi, and one with Kyle."

"No! Wait come on just make me do something embarrassing or ask me to play smoke on the water like everyone else fucking does." Jean's desperation was back, the shameless begging turned to whining.

"Nope. I've made up my mind. You want to make it up to me Jean you'll come to these meetings to better yourself. I'm only doing this because I love you." Wendy turns and pokes her nose again but this time it's not as cute as it was the first time.

"Fuck, god damn it woman. Fine. Just text me the deets and I'll be there." Her hands come up to the bright purple and pink slouch hat on her head, pulling it down over her eyes.

"I'll do you one better! We made little cards!" Wendy fishes into her purse and pulls out a vanilla business card with the three last names written on the bottom.

She was almost impressed, the handwriting had to be Heidi's just from the way the dots above the i's looked so bubbly. From under the brim of her hat she skimmed over the card, taking note of the classroom they were using to host the little meetings. It looked like the hours were strictly after school and that they tried to work around any other after school activities. That meant using basketball as an excuse was out of the question.

"You guys really went all out. So... next Tuesday I just show up?"

"Yep! Trust me, this will be really good for you! I'll see you later, okay? Oh! I hope you don't get detention again." She gives her a little look of pity again before she leaves, a small squeeze of her hand and she's bolting out the door.

That look of pity felt different than the other one, it left Jean glued to her spot. Standing there wondering why, why did it feel different? The first time it almost felt like Wendy felt sorry for her, sorry that she was the way that she was.

"No. Wendy wouldn't think like that. Not Wendy." Her thoughts were getting louder as students moved past her towards the door. "You should be sorry you are the way that you are. You got in her trouble. You're making her drag you to that stupid meeting, making her waste her time on you."

That little voice that wasn't quite hers rang out in her mind, its fists banging against her temples like a hammer on a nail. She swallows the lump in her throat as she shoves the card in her coat pocket, shaky hands crushing the card.

Before the ice could settle in her veins her phone buzzed, breaking her out of the little trance she was falling into. Her hands find the small device and pull it out of her pant pocket, and for the second time that day she feels like she's been thrown a lifeline.

Stan "The Man" Marsh - 1:02pm

Starks Pond after school? We can grab a case on the way.

Yeah, that sounds really good.

Prologue | 1 | 2

#south park #sp fanfiction #south park fanfiction #stan marsh #wendy testaburger #oc/canon #south park oc #my oc #oc fanfiction #high school #au #oc character #chapter 1 #shhh its a secret #Pomegranates and Honey

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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(KnB) Argument Before The Game (Hurt/Comfort)

Taiga Kagami X Reader, Tetsuya Kuroko X Reader, Shintaro Midorima X Reader, Daiki Aomine X Reader, Atsushi Murasakibara X Reader, Seijuro Akaashi X Reader

Summary: You have a disagreement the day before a game but seeing that you still came to support them gives them the courage to apologise.

Taiga Kagami

You watched as he continued to practise long after the sun had gone down, even Kuroko had decided to go home at this point, he hadn’t eaten yet and he still had to get home “Hey Kags you ready to head home?” You asked.

“Not yet.” He answered as he's lined up another shot.

“But you know eating and sleeping are also an important part of training.” You reminded him.

“Don’t tell me how to train you don’t even play.” He snapped as he turned away from you, you didn’t say anything instead you picked up your bag and walked home without him.

The next day Kagami seemed more nervous than normal but Kuroko was the only one who noticed “what is wrong with you?” Kuroko asked.

“Huh?” Kagami grunted out the noise as he looked at the floor, Kuroko knew that there was definitely something wrong when he didn’t freak out about his sudden appearance.

“What is wrong with you?” He repeated the question and Kagami looked at him before sighing.

“I messed up yesterday, I snapped at (Y/N) I didn’t apologise, it just feels different knowing that she’s not going to be here,” Kagami admitted and Kuroko frowned.

“But she’s right there,” Kuroko informed him as he pointed to the stands, when Kagami looked up he saw that you were there but instead of looking over at him, you were scrolling through your phone with your friend sitting next to you, he could see that you were nodding along to something that she was saying and he looked over at the clock on the wall. “I’ll be back!” He vaguely heard the coach say something in protest but he didn’t care instead he wanted to get to you as quickly as possible, there was still time to fix this before the start of the game.

You heard the thundering footsteps come to a stop in front of you but you didn’t look up “What are you doing? The game is about the start.” You said as you continued to scroll.

“I haven’t had my good luck kiss yet.” He mumbled, he couldn’t see it due to the fact that he was too tall but there was a smile on your face now, you weren’t even sure that you were still angry.

“What do I know about good luck I don’t even play the game.” You grumbled back your petty response which enabled you to let go of the last of your anger.

“Baby I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean that.” He apologised, he dropped to his knees resting his head against your lap as he clasped your wrists in his hands, teeth clenched as he hoped that this was enough. He felt you lift your hand out of his grip and then rest it on his head.

“You better win after talking to me like that.” You ordered and his eyes widened before he looked up at you, you pressed a kiss to his forehead “good luck.”

“Wait for me after the game.” He ordered.

“Only if you win.” You smiled as you ushered him back to the court to play the game.

Tetsuya Kuroko

Momoi clung to Tetsu like he was a lifeline and while your logical mind knew that they were just friends, your jealous one pointed out that she had a crush on him and knew him for way longer. Momoi was better suited to be his girlfriend and that made you curl in on yourself as you watched them practise. You didn’t talk about it until way later in the evening when everyone was heading home and you were finally alone “something’s wrong.” Tetsu said.

“What nothing is wrong.” You said softly as you continued walking.

“There is.” He pushed further and you looked at him, you had to tell him if there was any hope of sorting out the problem that you had.

“I… Just… Well, Momoi-”

“She’s just a friend.” Tetsu cut you off but that didn’t reassure you any.

“Fine but does she have to hang all over you like that?” You asked.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“She clings to you like some kind of lifeline, it just makes me a little uncomfortable.” You answered honestly and he blinked before he smiled.

“She’s just a friend, you’re being silly.” He said again, you were thankful for the fact that you were close to your house, you nodded as you hugged your bag closer to yourself and at the first chance escaped from the situation completely.

The next morning everyone was loading onto the bus, and everyone was ready to go “Hey Kuroko where’s (Y/N)?” Aida asked.

“She’s running late, she said she’d meet us at the stadium coach!” Kagami called out before Kuroko could answer, everyone, seemed to know that there was something wrong but no one spoke up until they were on the road.

“Everything okay Kuroko?” Aida asked.

“Yeah…” He answered a bit confused as to why she was asking him that.

“Everything okay with you and (Y/N)?” She asked and he frowned.

“Yeah.” He answered.

“Hm,” Kagami grunted next to him and he looked over and frowned.

“She was fine when I dropped her off yesterday,” Kuroko said.

“No she wasn’t.” Kagami finally spoke.

“What are you talking about?” Kuroko asked.

“She talked to you about Momoi right?” Kagami asked.

“I mean if someone was hanging off of my boyfriend like that I would talk to him too” Aida commented.

“Yeah we talked about it, I told her that we were just friends, that she was being silly,” Kuroko answered.

“Idiot!” Both Aida and Kagami said at the same time both landing a hit on the back of his head.

“How would you feel if it was her and Aomine? If I was (Y/N) I wouldn’t even come to the game,” Aida commented, Kuroko frowned and looked at Kagami who shrugged before going back to looking out the window.

Kuroko didn’t see you at the entrance to the stadium and he began to panic, if you weren’t there it would be the first game that he played without you there since you had started dating, he looked around but before long Tetsu 2 jumped out of his bag running off in the direction of a quieter part of the stadium, he heard you before he saw you but he was relieved all the same “hey little guy what are you doing here, how do they all keep managing to lose you?” You asked, he watched as you leaned down to pick him up.

“You’re here.” He sighed and you jumped as you looked up at him.

“I told Kags I would be.” You answered.

“I know but after I explained what happened Coach said that she wouldn’t come to the game if she was you and then you weren’t at the entrance where you were supposed to meet us.” He explained slightly panicked.

“I’m here.” You promised.

“I’m sorry, Coach made me realise that if Aomine was like that with you I’d be upset too.” He said and you looked at him “I won’t let Momoi do that to me anymore.”

“Thank you.” You smiled as he leaned in though you stopped. “Hey, aren’t you going to be late?”

“They won’t notice.” He dismissed.

“Tetsu! Come on we can catch up with the team if we run.” You smiled as you stood up putting your hand out to him and he took it but before you could start running he pulled you back to plant a small kiss on your lips. “We don’t have time for this!” You giggled as you turned and put Tetsu 2 back in his bag and grabbed his hand again pulling him with you as you tried to get to the court in time for his game.

Shintaro Midorima

You felt bad for Takao that was the reason that you said anything in the first place, you didn’t think that it was fair that Midorima expected so much of him so one day when you were waiting for Takao to meet you both at the front gates of the school after another one of Midorima’s crazy requests you finally said something “do you think that maybe you could go a little easy on Takao?” You asked as you looked at him.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“All the things that you ask him to do, you know it's really not fair.” You said.

“How would you know anything about that?” He asked.

“Look all I’m saying is you both have a game to play tomorrow and he’s no good to you if he’s done half a mile of running to find whatever lucky item you asked for that day.” You explained your reasoning and he scoffed.

“No one asked for your opinion (L/N).” He finally said but before you could say anything else Takao appeared.

“Midorima that wasn’t very nice.” He said.

“Don’t worry about it Takao, I’m just gonna go, see you later.” You mumbled before walking away from them both.

Midorima realised how much he valued your presence and opinion in the 24 hours that you had been absent, you hadn’t spoken to him for the rest of the school day and when he text you to ask if you would be at the game you ignored the text, as he stood on the court, he frowned when he couldn’t see you in the crowd, he took to sulking after that but Takao didn’t let that happen for too long “I need to get me a girl like (Y/N) no matter what she’s still here to support you.” Takao said as he nudge Midorima in the ribs.

“What are you blabbering on about?” He asked in a flat tone and he pointed to the stands where you had just settled, Takao gave an excited wave and you waved back before mouthing good luck, though your eyes seemed to lose their light when they landed on Midorima he sighed there wasn’t much that he could do for now he just had to get through the game so that he could talk to you.

The problem was even when he was given the chance to talk to you he chickened out and Takao was left to fix it yet again. “Will you go and talk to her instead of watching her from across the restaurant your being creepy.” He informed him, and Midorima glared at him after processing what he had said.

“She doesn’t want to talk to me.” Midorima dismissed him.

“You realise that this is your fault so you have to fix it,” Takao said shovelling food into his mouth.

“What are you talking about?” Midorima asked again only half listening to what he had said.

“You can’t expect her to approach you after what you said.” Takao said, “look she’s almost finished you have to talk to her now or she’ll leave and it’ll be too late.”

“Aren’t you being a little dramatic?” Midorima asked.

“Aren’t you being a little complacent, you’ll lose her if you leave it like this.” He shrugged, Midorima looked at him for a second, he knew that he was right but he was scared that he was going to lose you anyway, finally he stood and walked over to the table that you were sitting alone at.

“(Y/N).” He greeted you and you looked at him.

“Midorima.” You muttered leaning your chin against your palm, you glanced up at him to see that he was frowning at the use of he second name. “Doesn’t feel good does it?”

“I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you yesterday, I realised that I value you more than I could ever express and what I did was wrong, I know that I may still lose you but-”

“Lose me?” You asked. “This is a stupid fight, yes you hurt my feelings but I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to the first date. I just want to know that you know it’s wrong and that you’ll try not to do it again.”

“I promise.” He said as he sat in the booth opposite you taking your hand in his and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I’ll try.”

Daiki Aomine

Momoi had asked you to go and get Aomine since as per usual he was skipping practise again and she figured that you were probably the only person that could get him there, you climbed to the roof where he always was “Dai.” You called out softly when you saw him laying on the roof as he usually was.

“What?” He asked glancing over at you for a second before pulling his arm over his eyes.

“You should probably go to practise.” You informed him as you sat on the edge of the roof by the ladder.

“Why would I do that?” He asked.

“Because I asked nicely.” You answered.

“Yeah, whatever.” He mumbled turning his back on you.

“Dai.” You called again.

“(Y/N) you're being really annoying right now, I’m really not in the mood.” He mumbled, the silence that followed unsettled him and when he turned to talk to you, you were gone, he hadn’t even heard you move, you were just gone. He swallowed as he settled back down but couldn't seem to fall asleep as he had originally intended.

Aomine would usually seek you out before the beginning of the game but he was informed by Momoi that you weren’t there, he looked around trying to catch a glimpse of you, he hoped that you were just running late. The truth of the matter was that you had decided that you were just going to show up late, you still wanted to be there even if he was being an ass, he just wasn’t going to get anything extra from you. You watched as he played like an animal and won over 100 points, his eyes connecting with yours on the last shot, your eyes widened as a smirk took over his face, you waited until the game ended and attempted to use a group of other spectators to hide but before you got far someone grabbed you around the waist pulling you back into them. “Where do you think your going?” Aomine asked as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You smell like sweat.” You grumbled trying to pull away from him.

“If I could trust you not to run off the moment I let go of you I’d have showered before I talked to you.” Aomine defended himself as he squeezed tighter “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said yesterday, you were gone before I could apologise I turned around and you were gone.”

“You expected me to stay? You called me annoying.” You reminded him and he pressed his face against you shoulder.

“I didn’t think…”

“You didn’t think what?” You asked.

“I just didn’t think, I’m sorry please just give me a chance to fix it please.” He begged.

“Only if you stop wiping you sweat all over me and go shower.” You ordered.

“Alright but you better be here when I come back.” He said as he let go of you.

“No promises.” You mumbled as you walked over to the bench to wait for him.

Ryota Kise

Kasamatsu called you to try and get Kise to go home, the game was the following day but he wouldn’t leave the gym, he waited for you to show up before he left giving you a simple good luck before jogging off. You walked into the gym catching the ball on the rebound “you know you need to go home at some point.” You smiled as you passed the ball back to him but he only grunted at you before lining up the shot.

“Dammit!” He cursed when he missed again and you caught it again but you held it this time.

“You know you have to rest your leg if you want to play at your best.” You reminded him and he rolled his eyes.

“Give me the ball.” He ordered but you shook your head holding it behind your back. “Look I don’t need you to look after me! I know what I’m doing just leave me alone!” It took him a moment to register the shock on your face but it was a moment to long because you were too far out of his reach the basketball you were holding the only evidence that you were even there in the first place.

The next morning you sat for a long while deciding whether you were going to actually go to the game or not, it hadn’t actually been that long since the argument and you weren’t sure that he would even want you there, in the end you decided that you’d sit a little ways back in the hopes that if he didn’t want you there you wouldn’t bother him. Kise was trying to find you in the crowds but there was no sign of you “I shouldn’t help you but she’s over there you idiot.” Kasamatsu muttered as he gestured towards the back where he could just about see you.

“What is she doing all the way back there?” Kise muttered.

“You told her to leave you alone remember?” Kasamatsu reminded him while hitting him upside the head for the third time since Kise had told him what happened.

“Right.” He sighed. He managed to score the winning point and he looked up directly at you he pointed to you and mouthed the words ‘wait for me’ it took you a little while to work out what he said but waited for him all the same.

“Thank god you waited for me!” Kise basically cried as he squeezed the life out of you.

“You asked me to wait for you.” You reminded him.

“But you had every right to ignore me considering everything that I said.” He answered honestly “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You said softly.

“No it’s not.” He denied “and I promise that it’ll never happen again.”

“You promise?” You asked.

“I promise.” He nodded unwrapping his arms to take your hand “now let’s go get something to eat.”

Atsushi Murasakibara

Murasakibara was rarely yells or gets frustrated so most of your arguments come from the way that he speaks, this one built up and after a while “do you have to be so mean all the time?” You asked.

“What are you talking about?” He asked lollipop stick hanging out of his mouth as he looked down at you.

“Do you know how hurtful it is when your boyfriend is always saying that you stupid, or clingy or annoying?” You asked.

“(Y/N)-chin you know I didn’t mean it.” He whined as he threw the lollipop stick into the trash and tried to find some other snack that he could eat, he only looked up when he heard you sniffling, he froze before his eyes shifted up to you. “(Y/N)-”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve got something to do I’ll see you later.” You said before rushing off.

“You messed up man.” Himuro muttered from his place on the bench where he was scrolling through his phone.

“Not helping.” He growled out before grabbing his bag and heading home to figure out what he was going to do.

You were sitting in your seat waiting for the game to start, you were scrolling through your phone Himuro tapped your shoulder “Think you can do me a favour?” He asked pointing down the bench where your boyfriend had checked out before the game even started.

“What’s wrong with him?” You asked.

“You cried and he couldn’t find you to fix it.” Himuro answered “now he’s so depressed he doesn’t even want to play but we kind of need him.”

“You’re lucky that an american accent is one of my favourite accents.” You mumbled as you stood up.

“I think I’m just lucky you love him.” He answered as he lead you down the the court.

You crouched in front of your boyfriend his height making it easy to duck under the towel that he had put over his head “You know as cute as it is to see my 6ft boyfriend hunched over with a towel over his head, I think they need you to win.” You whispered softly.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“Someone told me that you were looking for me so you could fix something.” You said softly.

“I’m sorry I never meant any of the things I said, I never even realised that I was hurting you, I never wanted to hurt you.” He confessed and you smiled leaning up to press a kiss to his nose.

“Promise to think about what you say from now on?” You asked.

“Mm.” He hummed.

“Well then win this game a quickly as you can so we can go get something to eat yeah?” You suggested.

“Yeah!” He cheered pressing a kiss to your lips before standing up to get ready for the match.

Seijuro Akashi

You watched Akashi and the team as they practised, he was making them work pretty hard but given the fact that they’re match against Seirin tomorrow, you waved off the team as they all left ot go home for the day “They aren’t good enough.” He mumbled and you frowned.

“I thought they were doing pretty good.” You frowned.

“Of course you would say that.” He mumbled as he picked up his stuff.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You don’t know anything.” He reminded.

“What I know is your trying to make a replica of a team that shouldn’t have been possible to make in the first place!” You argued “you were a generation of miracles, you can’t recreate that!”

“Careful.” He warned and you looked at him and shook your head.

“They aren’t good enough because you comparing them to a miracle but I’m glad that you can’t remake that because you aren’t worthy of it.” You walked away from him not even realising that you had left your bag there.

On the day of the game you still showed up, you watched a cheered for the team where you needed to and he saw you the moment that he looked up but by the end of the game, you were gone and he knew that he wasn’t going to find you in the stadium so he had a shower got changed and headed back to his place to grab your bag before heading to your house to finally talk to you.

You heard knock on your door and assumed that it was your mum “come in!” You called but didn’t look up from the work on your desk.

“You left this yesterday.” Akashi said as he held up your bag, your eyes widened as you reached out for it.

“Thanks.” You mumbled softly as you took your phone out of the bag and put it on charge.

“I wanted to say something, you don’t have to say anything back, you just have to listen.” He said and you nodded. “I’m sorry for everything that I said yesterday, you were right, I wasn’t worthy of a team that good because I was scared of losing everything and then I did lose everything but the only thing that I really wanted to get back was you.”

“You didn’t lose me, you upset me.” You corrected.

“I hope that I never do that again.” He said as he walked up behind you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head “I’ll do anything to make it up to you my love.”

“Then help me finish this… I have no idea what I’m doing.” You admitted and he gave a soft chuckle before you both moved to the bed so that you could work through everything together.

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3 5 7 and 8 for the httyd ask game 👀

>:}

3: Did you play School of Dragon? If so, what dragon(s) did you have?

Sadly, I did not get to play SoD. I wanted to but every time I tried making an account, I could never load the game. Probably a mixture of bad internet connection and a PoS mobile device, but still.

5: What type of dragon do you think best matches your personality?

Terrible Terror or Night Terror, maybe a Smothering Smokebreath. I'm a goblin menace that will snatch food and trinkets but if you feed me and treat me nice I'll curl up beside you and purr. I've also a tendency to get a little more than confused and I will naturally find myself in trouble with the bigger ones around me.

I also work best with a pack of my own kind >:]

8: Who are your favourite characters? Why?

Viggo Grimborn is top httyd favorite. He's savvy, malicious, and charming to the point where I want to simultaneously give him all of my possessions and devotion and punch him repeatedly in the face.

Second favorite, Snotlout, actually. He's got self esteem issues and the man can sew. He's a dumbass but his heart's usually in the right place. He also wrote a book, sang songs to a baby Deathsong, and has a crack sense of humor, even if it's not fitting for the moment. He also has a very poor relationship with his father (myself to my mother) that, if taken in a serious direction instead of the lighthearted one in the shows, would've been a serious issue psa about mental issues and the problems of a bad parent.

Third, Tuffnut. He's just goober and I live for that.

7: Do you have any OCs? If so, talk about their appearance, backstories, and personalities.

You made a serious mistake. I have quite a few OCs for HTTYD alone.

First and Foremost, I'll introduce my namesake, Amyra Fierceblade.

Amyra Fierceblade has been my httyd sona for a long time, my second oldest httyd oc in fact. She and Shadowstrike (who I'll talk about in a minute) were my first two httyd ocs. She is 6'1" (myself standing at a lofty 5'3") and has dark raven hair with deep green eyes. She's snarky, quick witted and rather obsessive with anyone she considers her friend... in a not so good way. She has always had connections with Viggo Grimborn (ofc, my favorite character), and in fact was written as a (very poorly thought out) chief daughter who had a mutual crush on Viggo. Over time, I changed her and her story around so that she went from concerned housewife to rebellious heir and eventually I settled on making her an orphan rascal who stays in the woods, her relation with Viggo going from wife to close friend. They met as teens, Amyra a year older than Viggo, when she threw Ryker into a snowbank because she didn't like his attitude. There's a lot more to this that I'm writing out in my Fanfic Lifeline, but for now I'll just go into further detail lol. Over time Viggo and her grew close, close enough that Viggo ran away to try living in the woods with her, though that didn't last long as Amyra got yoinked by a Razorwhip. She survived, but lived for many years away from most other people, only interacting with them as a sort of "highway" bandit. She does have a dragon, a Deadly Nadder named Shadowstrike, who saved her life from the razorwhip and stayed with her since.

Amyra is ab 37 years old during the events of RttE.

Amyra started as a kind of self insert, though she's changed a lot and now she's just a fun character with a lot of bad traits. Such as possessiveness. In a bad way. That might get explained later though, far far far in LifeLine.

Shadowstrike is a Deadly Nadder and my first httyd OC. She is black and red, a few scars on her but not many. Originally, she could talk, but I've kinda devolved that to be more annoying parroting than conversationalist. She likes hair, dragon root arrows, and stealing various objects from anyone and anything. The softer or the shinier, the better.

Kindorobo is a Speed Stinger oc of mine, orange and green with black stripes. I don't have much about him but he likes to terrorize a local village for gold trinkets and stuff, adorning himself with them. He's a weird fella lol.

Arcane is a Titanwing Bewilderbeast oc, black with red and orange markings. He's chill for the most part, and really doesn't mind other Bewilderbeasts in his presence as long as they don't harass him or his group of dragons. However if he is harassed and there's no stopping this dragon, he will kick some ass. He's had no human encounters so far, since he lives further north than the archipelago, almost to the arctic circle.

Dead Chance is a Light Fury Deathsong hybrid that absolutely hates anything and will kill on sight. There's a lot more to it than just murder happy, she actually has a lot of anxiety and paranoia and found the best way of keeping herself "safe" (it's really not-) is by attacking first, asking questions never. I also wanna work on her a bit but I don't really get the time to.

Clairvoyance is another Bewilderbeast OC, she's much smaller though and has a human companion. She's actually been with several human ocs but I finally decided to add her with Lyra, who I'll talk ab in a minute. Clair doesn't quite have the alpha ability, though she is protective of her human and the night terrors (I'll explain in a minute) she lives with.

Lyra is a teen kid who got adopted by a flock of Night Terrors when she was about five. She also found and helped take care of Clairvoyance. I do not have much more information than that, sadly, but maybe I'll fix that.

Biter is a White Night Terror that's missing a hind leg and is also partially blind. He was mistreated by Dragon Hunters and so he a horrible attitude to anything around him. In a couple of my post-rtte Viggo AUs, he's a companion animal of sorts, sticking with Viggo after he saved him. Of course, that doesn't save Viggo from getting bit by him, hence the name.

Truth is a White (and I say white instead of albino because he's not albino but he is white colored) Night Fury with black markings that stays to himself for the most part. He's also anxious, and tends to flee rather than face conflict. I also need to work on him as well-

Marcus Seinneadair is a prince from a smaller kingdom, mostly agricultural in trade. He's the middle child of three, his father being a decent ruler in most aspects. He's got blue eyes, dark brown hair and he also wears a couple earrings in his left ear. He likes to help people, often going out of his way to help the villages after storms and such, finding survivors, repairing houses and ships and more. He isn't really interested in being an heir to a throne so much as he wants to bring a betterness to the world around him. He also has a severe crush on Viggo Grimborn, who is actually a close friend of his and ally to his father's kingdom. Marcus is also one of the few people that Viggo will let his guard down around. He's also the only Christian oc I have or ever will have and I can tell you that he's (THANKFULLY) not oppressive about it. He learned of the religion from a trader and decided that it wasn't actually that bad of an idea, promoting kindness and treating others with how he'd want to be treated. He isn't sure about the whole "do good and you'll go to heaven!" idea, but he doesn't mind doing good for others just because. There's SOOO much more to this guy but yeah, that's some of it.

Mikael is an OC who I don't like. He's a dragon hunter, but not affiliated with the Grimborns or the Northern Alliance. He has an unrequited crush on Marcus (turned bitter after he rejected him) and spends most his time pouting while hunting. I don't have much more for him.

Alsor, Whose Grim Wrath was Born by Flames is the very very very very distant ancestor of the Grimborns, and also the first human to start the Dragon Hunters. He was given the title by his fighting skills against the dragons (explained in a hot minute below).

And finally, a couple of ocs that I like throwing into the HTTYD world but are perfectly capable of being in their own story. These guys do have magic (lore related, would LOVE to explain) and there are mentions of injuries for Phantom's part.

Teeth Whom Gnash Sharply Upon Her Foes, or Gnash, is a Windripper oc of mine, and the first one. Windrippers are my fanspecies of dragon, which I'd GLADLY go into detail (I have a whole Google document including everything from society and religion[orginal!] to dragon growth and such on-). Gnash is a medium to dark grey dragon with a slightly off-white mane, golden horns and dark green eyes. She is stoic but kind, a warrior of honor. She prefers to be logical, though she is very capable of brute strength if she decides. She was Phantom's partner and her general against fighting humans, that is, until Gnash realised the reason for the fighting was wrong and unethical, and wanted to try to stop it (That is a whole ass explanation). She eventually helped the people fighting Phantom to entrap her, keeping her and the world safe from her actions. Gnash mourns her partner, but she does not want to free a conqueror.

And Finally.

Phantom of the Moonlit Mists, or Phantom, is another WindRipper, with dark, semi transparent scales, green horns and claws, and multicolored eyes (Pink and blue irises, black scleras and white pupils). She is cunning and quick witted, in tune with both her emotions and her logic. She hatched prematurely after her egg was damaged by a human trying to kill her and her siblings, born with a permanent jaw deformation/scarring. She was raised alone by her mother, before being sent with others in her Hive (a pack of WindRippers is called a Hive). She was small, and had a temper to rival a Changewing, which lead to her getting in a lot of fights with other members, except for one. A young Gnash, who was her first and only friend. After several years, Phantom was exiled from her Hive, and eventually she was chased down off a cliff, left to die from her injuries. She was saved by a deity the Windrippers have, the All-Mother respectively, and given the ability to create and weave threads (their form of magic). Phantom and Gnash met up again, and talked about the experience. Eventually, Phantom returned to her old Hive and defeated the previous Queen, taking her place. She still had a fierce grudge against humanity, enough to where she decided to wage an all out war on them for many years, until she was lured into a trap and imprisoned in a statue by Alsor(up above) and Gnash until she can either be redeemed for her actions, or until the blood of the last descendant of Alsor's line is spilled on the stone of her prison itself.

And yes, Phantom has a serious grudge on the Grimborns, to the point where, if she was freed, she would be sadistic towards Viggo in any and all ways possible.

Phantom also has a voice claim! That being GLaDOS, especially from Portal 2 lines (not PotatOS, but just the regular)

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naoyaslut · 1 year

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The Hills Ch. 23

pairings: ran haitani x female reader+18

warnings: gunshot mention, premature labor mention, assassinations, mild fluff, plot progression, blackmail, emotions and thangs, end game, story almost done!

wordcount: 5k

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You were in and out of consciousness for the next 15 minutes. The only thing that you could recall was the sudden niggling feel of contractions deep within your belly. The fluorescent lights above you zoomed by in a blurry haze while you were trying to stay awake.

There were voices all around you and everything seemed hectic. The sound of wheels rolling across linoleum tile and Ran’s voice in the distance arguing with another man.

I’m sorry but you can’t go any further, you’ll have to wait out here in the waiting room.

Ran sounded distraught, his voice rising in decibels as he snapped back immediately.

That’s my fucking wife and kid in there bleeding out all over the stretcher, I need to be in there!

That was the last thing you heard from him; his voice was no longer audible in the background but the chatter of a plethora of voices along with the beeping of some sort of machinery.

It was cold. YOU were cold. You were losing blood at an alarming rate and although you were steadily losing consciousness there was a woman’s voice hovering over you, urging you to stay awake.

You’re doing great, stay with me. Listen to my voice, don’t pass out, come on!

There it was again... another contraction hitting you full force that had you groaning out in pain weakly before everything eventually faded into darkness.

The next time you opened your eyes you were playing flat on your back in a room so pristine and white, it reminded you of a hospital. The room was minimally decorated with a television mounted in the corner of the room and when you turned your head, there was a monitor beside you resounding with the monotonous beeping of a lifeline.

Your lifeline, it was your heartbeat on that monitor. The longer you laid in the hospital bed you were tucked into, you realized that you were indeed in some sort of hospital room. There were monitors attached to you, IVs puncturing the veins on one of your hands that seemed to be administering fluids and maybe pain medications.

Gathering what strength you could manage you lifted a hand and subconsciously placed it on your abdomen where you’d normally feel the rounded bulge of your stomach. You were met with nothing of the sort… the round distended belly you were used feeling over the last few months was gone.. now a lot flatter than before.

Your hand froze in place over your stomach as panic began to set in deep in your chest. Nausea began to swirl in the pit of your stomach as you pulled at the white hospital gown you were wearing in a panic.

“The..-the baby,” you gasped, yanking the gown up and over your thighs to visibly get eyes on your stomach. “W-where is my…”

The monitors that you were connected to were beginning to ring loudly at your escalated state of anxiety prompting one of the nurses to enter the room rather abruptly.

Crossing the room, she grasped at your hands horridly pinning them to your sides as she tried to calm you down.

“Mrs. Haitani, please calm down you’re going to yank the IV’s out of your skin!” she mumbled sternly. You were still lying flat against the hospital bed and the little energy that you had left began to wither away while the nurse continued to pin you down.

“N-no..!” you cried, your eyes clouding over in a haze of bleary tears. “Where is my baby?! My baby is gone, what is happening?!”

The nurse paled while loosening her grip on your hands still attempting to keep you in place on the hospital bed. She kneeled before you so that she was looking you in the eye to keep your attention.

“Mrs. Haitani... can you calm down for me? I’ll get the doctor in here as soon as possible,” The nurse leaned over the hospital bed to hit the emergency call button on the wall. “The doctor will answer all of your questions as soon as he gets in here, alright?”

A second later another voice came over the intercom of the hospital room to ask what kind of assistance was needed.

“Mrs. Haitani has woken up, can you please get Dr. Hayashi in here?” the nurse asked, taking the time to swipe a hand over your forehead.

“Right away,”

The intercom clicked off and the female nurse examined you once again obviously relieved that you had calmed down somewhat. She forced a faint smile before standing upright to prop one of the pillows on the bed behind your back.

“How are you feeling Mrs. Haitani?”

The nonchalance of the nurse struck a nerve and in return, you pulled your remaining hand out of her grasp to shoot her a teary-eyed glare.

“W-where is my husband?” you whispered, dread beginning to fill your chest once more.

“Mrs. Haitani... you’ve been unconscious for over 24 hours... Mr. Haitani is here, he’s in the hospital, but I’m afraid I can’t disclose any more information until the doctor is here,”

“Where is my baby?” you repeated. Both of your hands crept towards your face wiping away the unshed tears while confusion began to overcome your already muddled thoughts.

What happened? The last thing you remembered was leaving the doctor's office staring into the photo snapshot of your baby on an ultrasound. You thought everything was okay. You and Ran were well on your way to making up with one another... everything seemed fine.

And now here you were sitting in an empty hospital room childless and with no valid memories about what had occurred on the day before. You wanted to scream. But instead, you wept into the palms of your hands, failing to muffle your distraught sobs filled with pain and despair. This wasn’t how the next week was supposed to go, things were supposed to be good.

A light knock at the door brought you back to your senses and immediately following a male doctor entered the hospital room. He was tall with short blonde hair, and a pair of silver-framed glasses settled on the bridge of his nose.

One thing you noted was that he had an extremely kind face and a gentle smile settled on it, which you suppose was supposed to put you at ease. And it would have if you didn’t fear the worst for your daughter, the child that you hadn’t even named yet. Another sob wracked your body just thinking of the possibility that somehow your baby didn’t make it.

“Mrs. Haitani, I’m glad you’re finally awake,” Dr. Hayashi stood at the foot of your hospital bed, pulling the clipboard from underneath his arm to gaze at it. “I gave Mr. Haitani a call, he’s heading back up from the smoking lounge he’ll be in momentarily,”

The blonde, fresh-faced doctor smiled at you again and you nearly burst into tears at the news that Ran was on his way up. You had so many unanswered questions all of which had already launched you into a deep-seated panic.

You could see your fingers trembling, anticipating nothing but bad news about the events that had occurred leading up to this. You in a hospital bed and your child no longer warm and sheltered within you.

“How are you feeling Mrs. Haitani?” Dr. Hayashi asked, a blonde brow lifting subtly while he tried to make eye contact with you.

Your response was to avoid his bright blue eyes, keeping your own glued to the door of the hospital room door. What was taking Ran so long? Why wasn’t he here yet? Why wasn’t he here when you woke up?

“Please...” That was the only word you were able to force out before the door of the hospital room flew open and Ran stepped inside. He was still wearing the suit from the day before and his normally pristine hair looked disheveled, strands of flyaway sticking up all over his head.

He looked stressed. Bags underneath his eyes and his normally fair complexion seemed to pale even further.

“You’re awake,” He breathed, and like the wind he was crossing the room so that he could wrap you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. He laced his fingers into your hair holding you snugly against him almost as if he didn’t want to let go. “I’m so sorry,”

You could feel his warm breath against the shell of your ear, the heavy scent of nicotine drifting off his entire being. And could swear that you heard him sobbing under his breath but as soon as it was heard it never happened again.

You merely stilled in his arms ignoring the overpowering scent of tobacco and settled for returning his embrace before he began to pull away at the sound of the doctor's voice.

“I don’t want to delay this information any longer, since your husband is here, I’ll run you through what’s happening as of now,” Dr. Hayashi began to fumble with the clipboard once more watching briefly as Ran sat on the available ledge of your hospital bed with an arm still wrapped around you. “The good news is that both mom and baby are okay, you both survived the horrible scene that unfolded yesterday,”

Dr. Hayashi pushed his glasses up further on the bridge of his nose before continuing.

“Your baby girl, she’s currently in the NICU. The gunshot wound that you sustained did cause you to go into premature labor... Mr. Haitani did extremely well to get you here as quickly as he could. If he had waited any longer there was a possibility that the child wouldn’t have made it.”

You visibly deflated in Ran’s arms pushing yourself further into his warmth unsure of how to respond. There was sadness, relief, and then there was anger. Someone had shot at you and Ran coming out of the doctor's office?

“Your baby girl will have to spend about 8 weeks in the NICU, once you’re well and recovered you can go to the NICU to visit her. She wasn’t full-term, so she still needs to be watched over.”

And that’s how you got the best and worst news of your life. Your baby was alive but in critical condition due to premature birth. Dr. Hayashi insisted that she would make it, he’d seen babies born even sooner and grow up to be perfectly healthy.

It felt as if the world had been lifted off your shoulders. And although you hated the scent of cigarettes, you couldn’t seem to wrench yourself free from Ran’s arms after the nurse and doctor both left to leave the two of you alone.

At some point Ran crawled into the hospital bed with you, his arms draped heavily over your body and tucked your head underneath his chin. The room was deathly silent, and you had questions for him, burning questions that sat on the tip of your tongue. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to ask them.

You wanted to see your baby. You wanted to see baby Haitani but at the same time, you were afraid. You were instructed by the physician on call that both you and Ran could visit the NICU first thing tomorrow morning because you required rest and you too needed to be looked over.

You could hear Ran’s steady breathing above your head, feel his chest steadily rising and falling against the side of your cheek as the two of you lay in silence. For a moment you would have assumed he had fallen asleep.

The only reason you knew he wasn’t, was the steady grazing of his fingers running through your hair, soothing enough to almost put you to sleep. But instead of drifting off you nuzzled closer to him grasping onto him tightly as if he’d disappear if you let go.

“This was Ivy, wasn’t it?” you said matter of factly, too weak to lift your eyes to meet his if they were even open.

He went rigid underneath your fingertips, exhaling a long breath as if he had been holding it in for ages. The hand in your hair remained frozen, his chest vibrating underneath you as he grit out a pained retort.

“It was,” he replied tiredly, his free hand rubbing the sleep from his eyelids.

“Why isn’t she dead yet?” you asked, your voice sad and tired but free of anger. Never had you wished death on anyone before, but you felt no remorse in asking the question out loud. Ivy deserved to die. In almost an instant, she had almost taken your family away.

“Y/n...” Ran warned. His voice possessed a hardened annoyed edge as if he already knew that she was supposed to be long gone. “I don’t want you thinking about any of that,”

You finally met his gaze with tired eyes still shining over with tears. You were holding back your sobs once more; you’d done enough crying for the two of you in the next lifetime and you didn’t want to cry anymore.

“The only way we can be a family is if she dies,” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your hand that housed your IV in it cradling Ran’s cheek before urging him closer. “I love you Ran,”

Ran stared at you for a long while in silence studying the painful expression you wore before he brought the palm of your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it. He knew what you were asking, and you shouldn’t have had to do so in the first place.

He was going to kill Ivy; she was going to die. That was the plan all along, and this time she wasn’t going to escape.

“I love you too baby,” His lips descended upon yours, the kiss lingering a little longer than necessary while he pushed a few strands of your hair to rest behind your ear.

“I’ll be back first thing in the morning, hm? And then we can see our baby girl together,”

You nodded in agreement allowing him to wipe a stray tear that had fallen from the corner of your eye.

Ran canted his head off to the side curiously before giving you a reassuring smile. “Have you thought of a name yet?”

Yes, you did have a name in mind. Ever since you found out your daughter had survived all this turmoil; you’d been thinking about what you’d call her.

“Kai,” The name fell for your lips almost instantly and you could tell that Ran got a kick out of it. He didn’t provide a rebuttal, he just leaned in to kiss your forehead.

“I love it,”

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It was Saturday. Hanma was busy at the club during the day, using the remaining daylight for some administrative duties. Everyone else on the payroll was busy restocking, prepping, and sanitizing the downstairs open area for a busy Saturday night. He didn’t expect to see Ivy shove her way into the empty bar in the same clothes she was wearing a few days prior.

She was already supposed to be dead, he assumed she was long gone by now. Hanma’s golden eyes looked over her, taking in her disheveled appearance and the big wad of gauze that was taped to the side of her neck, stained brick red with what he assumed was blood.

Reaching into the waistband of his slacks, Hanma gripped the pistol grip of his handgun just in case she was armed. From the looks of it, she wasn’t. She looked frightened. Her normally haughty appearance was wiped clear from her face as she sauntered over to the bar.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Hanma questioned his hand still on his pistol. “I thought they would have killed you by now, you’re a tough little psycho bitch,”

“Shuji I’m in trouble,” Ivy sank into one of the stools at the bar running her fingers through her hair. “I need to get out of town, like yesterday, can you help me out? You owe me,”

Hanma scoffed. He knew what this was about. Everyone within the ranks had heard about the stunt that Ivy had pulled, opening fire on an executive and on an executive’s wife. She was as good as dead. There was a bounty out on her head and Hanma planned on taking the opportunity to collect.

Hanma idly recalled the message that was sent out via text message to his burner.

Whoever rounds her up, alive. Easy 100k, just give the location and we’ll take care of the rest.

“Since when do I owe you shit ?” Hanma asked, he relinquished the hold on his pistol and instead pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket. Pinching one of the menthol cigarettes between his lips he grunted nonchalantly before lighting it aflame.

“I have a cabin out in the country, you can lay low for a while but it's going to cost you,” Hanma echoed, one of his finely arched eyebrows lifting expectantly.

“I don’t have any money, Shuji, I’m in a real tight spot... I have to be out of Roppongi by tonight,” Ivy cradled her head in her hands before swiping her palms over her face.

“Mouth still works, don’t it?” Hanma smirked when Ivy shot him a nasty glare.

“Fine... I’ll do whatever you want, just make it quick,”

Hanma took another puff of his cigarette before snuffing it out in a nearby ashtray.

“Alright, I got you, let me get some things together for you and we can head out in a few.

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Later in the day, you were able to take a shower and before Ran left he had even brought you a pair of comfortable clothes to change into. You wanted to leave the hospital completely, but you weren’t going to be discharged until the following day at least.

One of the nurses helped get settled back into the hospital bed and began to pack away some of the trash you had from your lunch earlier.

“Feel better soon Mrs. Haitani,” With a smile she was on her way out of the room and when she left out Dr. Hayashi stepped in with one hand resting on the doorknob.

“Ms. Y/n, how are you feeling today?” he asked sheepishly, that same soft, compassionate smile resting on his features.

“I’m feeling better than I did earlier, thank you for asking...” you responded softly, giving him a weak smile.

“Are you up for answering some questions?” His brow lifted slightly, his expression becoming somewhat quizzical after he had already inquired.

You gave him an equally puzzled look wondering what kind of questions he was referring to; most likely it was probably the accident.

“There’s a detective here... Detective Tachibana?” He cleared his throat before gazing back at the door he had just stepped through. “He said that you two were acquainted, and wanted to ask some questions about an investigation,”

Your heart dropped into your stomach right then and there... the bitter taste of fear flooding your tastebuds while you went over just how this situation with Naoto could go. You hadn’t spoken to him in a long time, not since he tried to blackmail you with sealed records from a lifetime ago.

How could you have missed this? It was only a matter of time before Naoto caught wind of a shooting that had both your name and Ran’s name mentioned in the report. But was he here to ask about the secluded incident? Or was he just here to push you to try and turn on Ran again?

“It’s fine, you can send him in. Thank you.”

Dr. Hayashi nodded at your response and opened the hospital room door to step out. Naoto stepped in right after being sure to close the door behind him. His gray eyes went over your current state of disarray, the tiredness, and the pain that he could see on your face without having to look for it.

Instead of his typical slacks and suit jacket, he was wearing a pair of loose-fitting jeans accompanied by a leather jacket. He was even wearing a pair of sneakers almost as if he had plans that required him to be at least somewhat comfortable.

“Mrs. Haitani, I heard about the incident you and your husband were involved in, I’m so sorry that it happened,” Noato trailed off stepping further into the room and shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “How’s the little one doing?”

Your jaw was tightly set almost uncomfortably while you waited for him to ask something out of pocket. He was here to bully you, there was no other explanation. He didn’t care about you, or your baby... why was he here right now of all times?

“I’m told she’s doing well; I haven’t seen her, she’ll be in the NICU for a couple of months,” You answered his question hesitantly, beginning to swing your feet over the side of the hospital bed. “Why are you here Mr. Tachibana? You can skip the pleasantries and your fake apologies... go ahead and spit it out,”

Naoto shook his head defensively, his grey eyes widening at your frankness.

“I’m being sincere, I wouldn’t have wished any of this horse shit on you. You don’t deserve it, you seem like a good woman. It was just unfortunate that you got caught up in Haitani’s bullshit,”

You nearly groaned out loud in contempt. Naoto was starting to sound very familiar. He sounded just like Kenji. But Kenji had an ulterior motive, so that must have meant that Naota did as well. Instead of responding you simply stared at him quietly, waiting for him to get to the point.

“You do know this happened to you because of Haitani’s lifestyle, right? He dragged you into all this Bonten business. He’s carelessly put both you and your unborn child in danger,” Naoto was now standing at the foot of the hospital bed where Dr. Hayashi had been earlier that day when he gave you the good news about Kai. “None of it has to happen again Y/N, you and your daughter can be safe and out of this... disaster that is Bonten,”

You knew where this was going. He was trying it, he was again trying to get you to turn on Ran. You didn’t know anything, but he still persisted, he wanted Ran for Kenji’s murder so badly. Looks like he was going to do anything he could to make sure it happened.

“What are you suggesting Mr. Tachibana?” you eyed him cautiously, allowing your feet to slip onto the tiled floor beneath.

“Just... give me something. Anything, we both know that Bonten is responsible for the death of Detective Oh. I can get you and your baby out of Roppongi, witness protection, I can get you out of this mess. Because once this ball starts rolling it's only going to go downhill, I have information on Bonten that’s going to lock its members away for a long time,” Naoto paused, his eyes studying your face to see if he was getting through to you at all. Even if it was just a little.

Your expression gave nothing away, but you turned away from him. His face was beginning to make you sick. Information? What was he talking about?

“Once the charges are formally distributed and your husband is arrested, if it comes to light that you have any knowledge about any of their doings... murders, drugs, any of it. I won’t be able to keep you from going to prison. You don’t want any of that to happen, do you? You just had your kid; how would that make you feel if he/she grew up without either of you? Hm?”

That last sentence struck a nerve, and you turned shooting him a glare, obviously infuriated.

“How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t know anything!” Your heartbeat was hammering against your ribcage, his words striking fear into your chest. Was he threatening you? “No matter how many times you threaten me it’s not going to change the fact that I don’t have any information to give you, I’m sorry,”

Naoto clicked his tongue in defeat at your sudden explosion, his eyes shifting back to the door as it cracked open. Dr. Hayashi was back once again, stumbling into the room.

“Is everything alright?” he asked. His eyes were on you and your tear-stricken face. It caused his face to grow stern before he began to speak to Detective Tachibana. “I’m sorry Detective, Mrs. Haitani is still recovering, I can’t have you upsetting her any further,”

“Right,” Naoto turned to face Dr. Hayashi, running a hand through his dark hair. “I’m sorry to bother you, I hope you recover well, Y/N... and for your child's sake that you aren't involved in any of this."

Naoto left your hospital room leaving you and Dr. Hayashi in the still silence. Your sobs were the only thing audible and the fact that you were upset seemed to be bothering Dr. Hayashi.

“Are you alright?”

You merely nodded, lifting your feet back up on the hospital bed to lie down...

“I’ll be fine, thank you,”

Dr. Hayashi took your word for it, and he left the hospital room so you could have some time to yourself.

You went over Naoto’s words over and over again. It must have been the last thing in his arsenal. He was offering you, and your child, a safety net. He was offering you a way out. Out of all the Bonten nonsense that both Kenji and Suzu had warned you of from the very beginning.

Was life going to get any easier after this? Would Ran ever leave the life of being a Bonten executive?

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Saturday night rolled around seemingly sooner than usual. Ivy remained seated in the backseat of Hanma’s SUV, now clad in a dark hoodie vacantly staring out of the tinted windows of the vehicle. She couldn’t see anything. Well really, there was nothing to see.

Hanma had been driving for hours in a dense forest outside of Roppongi. The cabin he was headed to was secluded, very secluded, and on private land. The cabin actually belonged to Bonten as a whole, a new spot that had been picked out to get rid of unwanted cargo.

It was perfect. There was no one around for hundreds of miles, that’s why Ivy seemed so confused when Hanma finally stopped the car.

Although the windows were tinted, in the distance she could slightly make out the faint glow of headlights. They were extremely dim looking through the windows themselves.

“I thought you said this place was abandoned?” Ivy mentioned. She watched as Hanma opened the driver's side door and stepped out into the night, and not long after the dim lights that were faintly visible before cut off as well.

“It is abandoned, come on get the fuck out of my car.” Hanma waited, watching Ivy grab the backpack she had brought with her and a few of her things inside. Hanma interrupted her, signaling her outside of the car. “C’mon, leave that shit you can get it later.”

Hesitantly, Ivy opened the SUV door before stepping down into the almost too-long grass. It was high enough to swathe against her calves, giving them a tingling itchy sensation.

She followed Hanma up the wooden stairs of the cabin, where she was greeted by three pairs of familiar eyes. One pair of a bright haunting blue and the other bright pair of wisteria, one of those burning brightly in fury.

It was Sanzu and the Haitani brothers. She was right back where she had started out and she stared with widening eyes at Hanma who looked thoroughly amused.

“You sold me out,” she spat.

Hanma chuckled lightly under his breath, pulling free a cigarette and getting ready to light it up.

“You broke the rules, you brought this on yourself,”

Ivy stood still as stone looking at the three Bonten executives before her, unable to put words to her already incoherent thoughts. This was it. She was going to die here in the middle of nowhere. She really fucked up.

Catching Ran’s gaze she took a step forward, before desperately trying to plead her case.

“Ran... I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to get out of hand, I’m sorry that this happened, you’ll forgive me right?”

She was nervous. Her voice trembling as she nearly stumbled over every word while Ran remained motionless himself. Eyes void of any emotion whatsoever.

He was trying to understand all of this himself. He and Ivy had a history, as comrades. And that was it. There was nothing more. No love, no feelings involved as far as he was aware. She was an actual psychopath to let all of this escalate as far as it did.

“You always wanted to be treated equally, right Ivy?” Sanzu questioned, unholstering a pistol that he had wedged in the waistband of his slacks.

He passed the gun over to Ran, who took hold of it without question and began to give it a once over. He checked the magazine, checked the chamber, and pulled the slide back to chamber a round inside.

“You get to meet the same end that everyone else who has wronged Bonten has, any last words?”

Ran was the one who had spoken this time while his long index finger inched around the side of the pistol to unlatch the safety.

“Ran, I-”

He interrupted her. Holding up his free hand to stop her from speaking.

“On second thought-”

The sound of the gun discharging was abrupt, and Ivy staggered for a brief second before she collapsed in the long grass, dead from a gunshot wound in the head.

Ran returned the pistol to Sanzu and groaned under his breath, all the stress over the last day or so beginning to fog over his own thoughts.

“We have to clean this up quick, we need to get back,” Ran mentioned offhandedly.

“Already taken care of, I have some of the new guys overlooking it. We don’t even have to be there tonight,” Rin butted in, “Can I get him back to the hospital?”

Sanzu nodded, calling Hanma over. “I’ll keep him here to help me clean up, I’ll send you an update in the morning,”

#the hills #ran haitani x femreader+18 #tokyo revengers fanfiction #multi chap fic

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