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bucks-babe · 12 days

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maybe angel!reader helping bucky thru a panic attack? like he thinks when he dies hes gonna suffer in hell for the stuff the winter soldier did and we calm him down and help him? u can add smut if u want but u dont have to !!

My Guardian, My Angel, My Love

Pairing: Bucky x angel!reader

Summary: For the first time Bucky gets to experience peace because of his sweet angel.

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: Angst?, actually a lot of angst, I don’t know how it got that way but it did, it gets happy though, fluff, smut (I can’t help myself), oral f!receiving, handjob, awkward sex talk, like really awkward, talk about heaven and dying, talk about life after death and immortality, angels based off of Supernatural but I changed a few things, blood, nearly dying, gunshots, reader doesn’t have a soul but can still love because I said so, reader knows when and how everyone dies but can’t tell them, reader has wings, 3rd person, age gap (reader is eons old), wings being a metaphor for sexual assault?, think Maleficent, no use of Y/N, so many emotions

A/N: This is not supposed to force any religion nor be an accurate representation of any religion. I din't go with panic attack, rather I had him almost die. I was feeling angsty

The moment Bucky’s knees hit the ground he knows it's over, that this is the end. He knew this was the way he would go out, on a mission, desperately trying to atone all his misdeeds. Tendrils of pain shot throughout his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. When his side hit the ground, he knew it wouldn’t be too long before he went, limbs feeling too heavy. He couldn’t hear Steve screaming for help, scrambling for anything to stop the bleeding.

What Bucky did hear though, was a ruffle, almost like a flock of birds flying by, then a figure he’d never seen before stood above him. She’s here to take me. It didn’t strike Bucky as odd that she was the only thing that was clear, the rest of his view blurry and unfocused. He tried to speak, he really did, but no words came out, the breath leaving his lungs not enough to push any words out.

The woman crouches down, hand cupping his cheek with such softness tears leave his eyes, wiped away by Steve in the quinjet who seemingly can’t see her. “Close your eyes, my love. When you wake up, I’ll be there.” Fuck, this is really happening. Fear coursed through his body, scared of what punishment his sins earned him. I deserve to go to hell for what I’ve done.

A guttural whine passes his lips; Steve chokes back sobs next to his lifelong friend. “Shh, none of that, now. I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise. You can rest now.” All at once, the pain is gone. Bucky feels like he’s floating - it’s wonderful.

Bucky has no problem opening his eyes. What the fuck? This is hell? Well damn. The most wonderful sound meets his ears - a giggle, soft and delicate. “No, my love, this is not hell and you’re not dead.” She comes into view. She’s gorgeous. Wait, I’m alive! Apparently, Bucky says that last part because Steve’s gasp enters his ears.

“Yeah, Buck, you’re alive. Gave us a scare though, didn’t uh, didn’t know if you would make it.” Bucky doesn’t respond right away, too busy looking around for his mystery woman, only to be met with the walls of the med bay. “Hey, I’m right here, Buck, look at me.” It’s not the woman, rather it’s Steve.

“How long was I out? What happened?”

“A few days. It was touch and go for some time but you bounced back. When we were on the mission, Hydra had a sniper posted outside. He got you right in the stomach.” Bucky could hear the emotion in Steve’s voice, the fear of losing his best friend still leaving him shaken up.

“Well, they’re a pretty shitty shot if you ask me. Could have gotten one right between the eyes with one of those shit guns we got in the war.” Steve coughs out a laugh, turning into a belly laugh a few seconds later. Bucky would laugh with him, but the bullet wound in his abdomen says he shouldn’t. He still doesn’t see the woman, though. Maybe I just made her up.

A few days later, doctor Cho gives him the all clear to leave the med bay; however, he’s off duty for the foreseeable future and not any amount of his grumbling changed her mind. Still, Bucky hasn’t seen the woman. He feels a little crazy that he misses her, well crazier.

Slowly, he makes his way to his room. Steve offered to help but Bucky wanted to do this on his own, having been tended to his whole stay in hospital. He puts in his password on the keypad Tony installed when Bucky first arrived, when the fear that Hydra would come back and take him was too much to bear. His room is the same way he left it, except for a woman on his bed. Not just any woman though, it was his mystery lady.

Someone’s gonna have to put me in the cuckoo's nest. She laughs as if she can hear his thoughts. God, I hope not. “God has bigger things to worry about than such an inconspicuous fear as that, my love.” She sits up, facing him, the most beautiful smile gracing her lips.

“Can you hear my thoughts?” He feels like he already knows the answer, but asks anyway. If this woman is made up, of course she can read his mind. She just smiles and rises to her feet, walking over to him.

“What do you think, my love?” She tilts her head, a soft smile still resides on her lips. He feels so safe with her and she isn’t even real, just a figment of his imagination, a ruse to comfort himself in what he thought were his last moments. “I am very real, I’ll have you know.”

Bucky doesn’t know why, but he believes her. He believes this woman who showed up randomly on a field, who his best friend couldn’t see, and who disappeared without a trace. “How then? How did you do it?”

“Do what, my love?” She grabs his hand and leads him to the bed, helping him sit, finding a spot next to him.

“Save me, hear my thoughts, hide from Steve, disappear, get into my room, all of it. It’s not natural. Either you’re a ghost, or a mutant, or a reaper who was trying to take me. I don’t know, but you’re something.” Another laugh escapes her. He should be terrified of her, but he can’t find it in himself to be, her presence emanating calm.

“Well aren’t you a clever one? However, I’m none of those things nor did I save you. It just wasn’t your time yet. I’m an angel, though, to answer your question.” Bucky just stares, not believing her. This has to be a joke. “No joke, my love. If you want, I can prove it to you.” Bucky doesn’t even question why she calls him my love, the sound of it just too nice to stop.

Bucky just nods, words failing him. She rises to her feet, turning to stand in front of him. He hears them before he sees them, the same ruffle he heard as he lay dying. Then he sees them. A pair of dark wings coming from her back. She doesn’t spread them all the way, too big to fit in the small space of his room. “They’re black.” She throws her head back, a loud, beautiful laugh fills his ears.

“That was your first thought? You don’t like them? Personally I think they’re quite nice.” It was the first thing that came to his mind, the rest blank. Maybe he should have asked for more proof, but he knows she would never lie to him. He doesn’t know how he knows, he just does.

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought they’d be white. With the whole angel thing, you know?” She hums.

“There is a lot humans have wrong about us. I mean, plenty of us have white wings, but they come in many colors. If you can believe it, this isn’t even my true form.” Bucky is confused, she looks so real. A tangible human, someone he can touch.

“What is your true form then? Can I see it?” That’s a little personal to ask, dumbass.

“Well, that is a little complicated. Only one human has seen my true form and it didn’t go well. I thought she could handle it, but when she saw me, well let’s just say she couldn’t see from then on.” Bucky’s eyes widened, not expecting that answer. “Anything else you want to ask me?”

Her wings are still out, folded against her back. They look so soft. “Can I touch your wings?” Her wings shift slightly. If he wasn’t trained to observe everything and everyone, Bucky wouldn’t have known that she was uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. I didn’t know-”

“That’s okay. An angel’s wings are very personal. They’re sensitive and even for an ethereal being, it's very personal - intimate.”Clearing her throat, she changes the subject. “I know your name, my love. Might I say, it’s very pretty, but you don’t know mine.” Bucky picks up on her attempt to move his attention away from her wings.

“What is it then? I can’t call you angel forever, however fitting it may be.”

“Well I don’t exactly have a name. I’m a cherubim. The only angels who have names are the archangels, the first borns.”

It was Bucky’s turn to smile.”My little cherub.” She doesn’t tell him that cherub is the plural of cherubim. Until this day, Bucky didn’t know that angels could get shy, yet here his sweet cherub is, shying away from his piercing eyes. He bets if he felt her face he would feel the heat on them. “I have to ask though, my little cherub, why did you come to me?”

She became serious, staring right into his eyes. “Because God commanded it.”

“What does God want to do with me? Out of all the people in this world, he chose me?” A pained look crossed her face and she walked over to him, kneeling in front of him like he was her God. Her hands ran up his arms, goosebumps rising at the pass of her hands. He almost stopped breathing - he could feel her hand on his left arm. He hasn’t felt anything with that hand since he fell of that train.

Hands still rising, she cups his face with both hands, making him look into her eyes. “You don’t think you deserve to be saved.” It wasn’t a question. She knew. “That is why he sent me. He sent me because you deserve it. You deserve to let go.” At that moment, Bucky broke down. Sobbing uncontrollably, somehow without pain in his fresh wound.

She pulls him into her, wrapping her arms around him. His face buried in her neck, arms clutching her back. She hesitates for a second, no one having touched her wings in thousands of years, yet she cocoons him with them, shielding him from the world. It only makes Bucky cry harder, her wings holding every bit of softness he thought they would. The comfort she brings unlike any other he experienced before.

Her arms rub his back as she coos to him. Soft words spoken into his hair. “Shh, my love, I’m here. Nothing bad will ever happen to you again. I will die before I let that happen.” The conviction in her tone sets him off more, unable to comprehend someone would do that for him without a second thought. A being, older than he can even fathom, is ready to give it all away for a mesley human. A speck of dust in her life. His entire existence no longer than a second when compared to hers.

That’s how it was for a while, Bucky’s sweet cherub staying with him. At night she would wrap her wings around him, keeping him safe. Bucky knows that her powers are the reason his nightmares are gone. At first he was glad that he could finally sleep, but then the guilt crept in. Why should he be allowed to forget the horrors he committed? Their families didn’t get that condolence.

When he told her this she wasn’t having any of it, wings jerking in annoyance. It was something that he picked up on, how when she experienced emotions her wings would move in different ways, always giving her away.

“I swear, my love, you’re going to make my wings turn gray with all this. I have lived a long life, longer than you can comprehend, so when I tell you that I have seen the best and the worst of this world, I mean it. And you, my love, are a good man. There is a reason God sent me to you.” Her wings surrounded him and he felt himself relax. “There is no quest to send you on, no mission that the world hangs in the balance of. It’s just you. A man who needs to see the good in himself.” Bucky hangs his head in shame, not meeting her eyes.

“You think your purpose is suffering for the things you couldn’t control? My purpose is to save you. My love,” she cups his face in her hands, wiping away the tears he didn’t know had formed, “I have done far worse things in my life. Horrific things, yet I’m here right now, with you. Please, let me take your pain away.”

None of this was easy for Bucky. No one has ever had their sole purpose be him. Back in the forties he took care of Steve, he stepped up when his father left. When he was no longer the Winter Soldier, Steve helped him, but Steve’s care never felt like this. Bucky knows that he’s fallen in love with her. He knows that she knows, but what he doesn’t know is if she feels the same.

What he doesn’t know is that she is fighting the same battle, the feeling of love is one she has never had before. It all came to a head one night, Bucky wrapped in her wings, her head on his chest. “Cherub?” She felt the vibrations in his chest.

“Yes, my love.”

“You said that we could be together for the rest of my life, right?” She did say that when he was worried that she would leave him after her mission was complete.

“I did.” One thing about her is that she never gave long answers to questions, not used to having to talk with humans.

“What happens when I die? Where will I go? I want you to be there with me.”

She sighed, thinking about how to convey her words properly. “When you die… you’ll go to heaven. It has already been decided. If you choose, when you go, I will be there with you for the rest of our existence, but you don’t have to make a decision now. My body will age with yours, follow you to the end of your life. When your time comes, we will leave and go to heaven where we will both be young again.”

Without hesitation Bucky answers, “I want that. I want you to be with me for the rest of eternity.” There was no doubt in his mind. Even though he met her a few months ago, he knew. “I have to ask, what is heaven like?”

She sits up a bit, shifting to lay on his chest, wings still cocooning them, keeping them in their own little bubble. “There is no one heaven. Not everyone who ever went there is in the same place. Heaven is made up of small pockets of personal heavens. People who lost their loved ones meet again, your happiest memories are relived, there is no pain or sorrow, you can have anything you want.”

Bucky felt the pull of his chest, emotion bubbling up. “Is my ma there? And Becca?” The words come out thick, a lump forms in Bucky’s throat. “Please, don’t lie to me.”

She looks into his eyes. “Yes, they are. They’re together and they’re waiting for you. I have seen them myself, right before I left to meet you. They talk very highly of you, my love.”

Tears fall from his face, the pain in his chest all the time at the greatest loss of his life eased slightly. “Can I talk to them?” He knows it's a long shot, but if there is a chance he wants it.

“I’m so sorry, my love, but I can’t. Even I don’t have the power to do that. If I could, I would.” A pained whine leaves his lips. “Hey, you know who is waiting for you too?” She waits a beat before speaking anyway. “Your dog from when you were a kid. He’s in his prime, always will be. His days are spent chasing rabbits around the yard.”

“Balto’s up there too?” A small smile graced his face, crows feet appearing by his eyes.

“Yeah. If it is any consolation, time passes differently up there. The longing you feel right now for them, they feel the same only it’s made easier by us.” Bucky only nods, staring into her eyes, seeing nothing but truth. His eyes flicker to her lips and back up. “You can, my love, I want you to.”

That was all Bucky needed to hear. Gently cupping her cheek, he guided her lips to his. There was no rush, no sense of urgency. They had all the time in the world and then some. Bucky never felt anything this good in his life and he was only kissing her. When she licked his lips, he opened mouth without a thought, brain clouded with love just for her.

He moaned into the kiss, the feeling of her tongue on his incredible. At his sound, Bucky felt her wings flutter under him. Breaking the kiss, he giggled. Bucky actually giggled. She reared her head back, slightly affronted by his laugh when she just kissed him.

“I’m sorry, my little cherub, it’s just that your wings tickled me.” She huffs and a second later, her wings are gone the only sign they were ever out is the small black feather on the bed. “No, cherub, don’t put them away. I love them.” She wasn’t really offended, but she wanted to tease him a bit.

Her wings were always out around Bucky, comfortable enough to reveal the most intimate and personal part of herself to him. He was the first human in thousands of years to touch them, but he was the only one to be wrapped in them. The only time they were touched was when a man cut them off her back. It was a time when she trusted humans, not knowing the atrocities they were capable of.

Her wings were white then, when she was pure and unknowing of the hate humans possessed. God crafted her a new pair. Of course she accepted them, but her feathers turned black, scared she looked to her father. When he said that it was because of the wrongs his creations did, it broke something in her, took away her purity, teaching her a lesson. Father never blamed her for it, he knew she would heal with time. It was part of the reason he sent her to the man she lays in bed with.

Bucky didn’t know this, he didn’t know how much she was betrayed by humans, only for her to trust him and him alone. She playfully glares at him before bringing her wings back out, sitting up on his lap. Gently, more gentle than he has been in years, Bucky reaches out to touch them. She lets him feel them whenever he wants, even wrapping him in them as he sleeps, but this was a completely different setting.

She was so vulnerable at this moment. Her wings flapped, a nervous tick of her’s, making Bucky pull away immediately. “Cherub, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” She swallows before meeting his eyes.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to touch them. It’s just that only one other human has touched them. There was a time where I was naive and innocent, not knowing what humans were capable of.” She pauses and Bucky sits up, back against the headboard and laces his fingers with hers, feeling the softness on his metal hand.

“It was a man, he had a family, a kid and a wife. They struggled to survive, trading their valuables for a slice of bread. Father sent me to help them, take away their sorrows. Said he was an honest man trying to make an honest living.” Bucky senses where her story is going, hoping that it doesn’t end the way he fears, but the pain in her eyes is palpable, a human emotion angels almost never experience.

He waits for her to continue, not forcing her to speak. “At first, they were grateful, having everything they needed. They had their health, food on the table, but the man grew greedy. He wanted more. One day, as I was watching his child in a field, keeping her safe from the horrors of the world, he snuck behind me with a sword he got from a blacksmith, sharper than any blade. He-he cut my wings right off my back.”

Tears fell from her eyes, not having relived that moment for thousands of years. Bucky felt his heart physically ache. She was sent to heal him, but it was his turn to do the same. “You know, my wings used to be white?” She looks into his eyes, red with tears. “When he hurt me, Father took me back to heaven, crafting me another pair. They were white but when he gave them to me, they turned black.”

A whine leaves her lips and Bucky pulls her into him, careful not to touch her wings. “Oh, my sweet little cherub, I’m here and I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I’ve never felt as content as I have with you, never so happy and I will do anything to keep you safe. I love you, no matter what you have done, I’ll still love you.” This only made her cry harder. Human emotions were foreign to her, but spending so much time with Bucky caused her to develop them. It was almost overwhelming, going from not having anything to having so much fill her body.

“Father said that it was because the man took my innocence, showed me the evil of the world. I’ve never seen him apologize for anything, yet that day he was broken, realizing that his creations, even the ones he thought were good, are capable of unspeakable atrocities. They will never turn white again because I’m ruined.” Tears welled up in Bucky’s eyes. His sweet cherub thinking she is anything less than perfect breaks his heart.

“My cherub, you saved me, now let me do the same for you. Let me heal you like you have me.” Leaning back slightly, she took his hands in her own, drawing them up her waist to her back, moving them to touch her wings. At his touch, she gasped, eyes closing forcing more tears to cascade down her face. The feeling of his gentle hands, hands that have done so much harm, resting on the most violated part of her body was something she never thought would happen.

She didn’t know she could love until she met Bucky, finally placing a word to the indescribable warmth that spreads throughout her body every time she thinks of him. “I love you too, my love. Forever and ever, til you die, til the end of time, in heaven and on earth.” They were both crying, neither experiencing the tenderness of love before.

He brings her down, kissing her with as much passion as he possibly could, tasting the mixture of both of their tears. Her arms clutching onto him, trying to get closer. He did the same, one hand running across her wings like he was trying to wash away the taint of betrayal his kind caused.

Shifting on his lap, she feels the bulge of his cock, half hard pressed up against her. Gasping, she pulls away. “Cherub, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, it just-.” She silences him with her lips, drawing a groan from him, subconsciously grinding down onto him. “Cherub, we have to stop, I don’t want to take advantage of you. You’re vulnerable right now, I can’t do that to you.”

Her hips stutter on his. “My love, I want to, I need to. Need to be closer to you, please grant me this.” His hands run up and down her sides, soothing the heat of her skin.

“Any time you want to stop, or don’t like something, you tell me. Okay? This is about me showing you how perfect you are.” She nods, kissing him one more time. Bucky’s hands slide up her shirt, resting on her soft skin, palms feeling the goosebump under his touch. Looking up at her for permission to take her shirt off, she nods.

Bucky did that with every piece of clothing, every move he made. Soon they were both naked, her wings splayed out on the bed, twitching in a way he never saw before - arousal. “My, my love, I have to tell you something.” He pulls his eyes away from her wings to look into her eyes. “I’ve never done this before. Angels, we don’t do this, I don’t know what to feel right now.”

Hands cupping her cheeks, he smiles at her, relaxing into his touch. “Do you feel safe?” She nods. “Do you feel like you have to do this for me?” She shakes her head. “Do you want me to please you?” She nods once again. “We don’t have to do anything with this,” he gestures to his throbbing erection.

“I want to, I just need you to show me what to do.” The thought that she trusts him enough to take care of her makes his cock pulse, aching for some type of relief.

“Let me make you feel good, okay? All you have to do is lay back and tell me how it feels.” She nods her head in understanding, worries slowly fading away. He kisses down her body, taking the time to swirl his tongue around his sensitive nipples, grinning at the small gasp it draws from his cherubs lips.

Going further down, his face is right in front of her pussy, smelling her intoxicating scent. “Keep your eyes on me, cherub.” She gulps. For a minute, Bucky just stares at her pussy, breathing her in, memorizing how wet she is before his tongue flicks out onto her clit.

“Oh, that feels good. Can you do it again?” She was so sweet, asking so kindly for him to deliver her pleasure.

“Of course I can.” And with that, Bucky dives into her pussy, restraining himself from devouring her. He groans into her cunt, already addicted to her taste, the moans she lets out are soft and breathy, yet it’s one of the most beautiful things he's ever heard, only competition being her laugh.

“My love, I don’t, what is happening to me?” Bucky pulls away from her cunt, reaching up to lace their hands together.

“Just let that feeling wash over you. It’s okay, I’ll catch you when you fall, I’m here.” He goes right back to her pussy, lapping her juices up, eyes boring into hers. She was twitching on the bed, hips bucking up to meet his tongue. Bucky chuckles when he sees her wings flap, not knowing what to do with the pleasure coursing through her.

Her orgasm comes as a surprise to her, never experiencing one before, nor knowing what they were. Her eyes shoot open, wings beating wildly, body almost convulsing on the soft sheets. Bucky pulls away, not trying to overstimulate her. He almost cums at the sight of her, it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

It takes her a while, but she comes down, wings falling limp on the bed as Bucky crawls up her body, resting in between her legs. “My love, what was that? I thought I was about to die.”

Barking out a laugh, Bucky leans down. “That was an orgasm, sweet cherub. How did it feel?” She whines, not able to put what she felt into words.

“Like nothing I have ever felt before. It was incredible.” Her eyes close. Bucky is perfectly happy to hold her, not caring about his own orgasm, but her eyes shoot open, wide and curious. “Can you have one, too?”

Another laugh leaves him. “Yes, cherub, I can. It’s a little different from yours though.” Her eyes squint in confusion, clearly not understanding what could be different. “Well, for one, what I have looks a little different to yours, doesn’t it?” She nods. Bucky never thought he would be giving “The Talk” to an angel, but here he was. “When I have an orgasm, stuff comes out of this tip, right here.” He grabs his cock to show her.

“Can I see it? How do I make you do that?” It was Bucky’s turn to be surprised.

“Cherub, you don’t have to do that.” Her glare is enough to make Bucky continue. “Um, there are a few different ways. I could put it inside of you, that feels good for you too.”

“In where?” Bucky huffs, not in annoyance, but this talk is turning him off. Not that he’s mad at that, but the conversation feels like talking to a child, someone who hasn’t experienced anything sexual and it wasn’t exactly turning him on, it felt wrong to have this talk naked.

“In this hole right under where I was touching you. There is another one under that, but it’s different from the other. Or your mouth, but also a hand. Pretty much anything that could rub against that area.” Bucky felt his cheeks heat up. His cock was going soft right in front of her eyes.

“Can I do one? I want to see you orgasm.” Her eyes were so bright and eager, he couldn’t say no to his cherub. He nods, only for her to glance down at his soft cock. “Why is it smaller now? I think it’s kind of cute.”

This has to be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to him. No woman has ever called his dick cute, or made a comment on its size when soft. He gets compliments on how big he is when he’s hard, but soft is a different story. He’s a grower not a shower. He has to admit, his encounter is damaging his ego a bit. “It gets bigger when I’m aroused, but if it’s not touched it gets softer.” He’s lying straight through his teeth, he can stay hard for hours without touching his dick.

“If you touch it, it gets big again.” She switches positions, having him on his back, resting between his legs, face right next to his cock. He feels himself twitch and she jerks her head in surprise, giggling at her own reaction. She begins to almost pet him, it feels good but not what he needs.

He reaches down, guiding her hand to gather the precum at his tip, slowly pulling it back down, tightening her grip on his dick. “Oh, wow, it’s getting bigger. It’s so hard.” Her amazement at something so simple as a dick getting hard is endearing.

Bucky grunts when he twists her hand. “I liked that sound.” Her words make him groan again, cock all the way hard. His hips buck into her hand and he lets her hand go, trusting her to keep her pace. It’s slow but firm, driving him insane. He wants her to go faster, harder, but this is about her, letting her discover at her own pace.

“Spit on the tip, it’ll make it easier to move.” She does so without hesitation. Bucky’s head flies back into the headboard, moaning at her soft hands working his cock. “Just like that, cherub, you’re doing so good. This feels incredible.” Bucky meant every word of it. Her hand honestly felt better than the full blown sex he’s had in the past. Maybe it was because he loved her with all his heart, or maybe it was because she was an angel, either way, Bucky didn’t have it in himself to care.

“You look so pretty like this, my love. I love this, making you feel good.” Bucky’s hips pick up speed, feeling his orgasm building up in the base of his cock.

“Cherub, I’m going to cum. Please keep going just like that.” She figures he means orgasm since he is jerking just like she was. The urge to make him orgasm was almost too much to bear, wanting him to show her how beautiful he was when he lets go. “Oh, cherub, I’m about to, oh fuck.” He moans long and loud, cum spurting out of his tip. She gasps at the force of it but doesn’t let up her pace. She had never seen anything more beautiful than her love in this moment.

He has to stop her, not knowing that he needed a break. “Love, I want to make you do that again.” She scoops some of his cum off his stomach with her finger and just stares at it.

“You can taste it if you’d like.” She eagerly licks her fingers, eyes bulging at his taste, dropping down to lick the rest of it off his body. “Come here, cherub.” He pulls her into a kiss, tasting himself on her tongue. He pulls the cover over their bodies, her wings instinctively wrapping around him.

“Thank you, my love, for always taking care of me. I was sent to save you, yet I feel that it’s the other way around.” Bucky doesn’t think so. He knows that she saved him. They fall asleep together and in the morning they will find that her wings are just a bit lighter than the night before.

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aloesarchives · 2 months

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If you don’t mind me asking, how did Yuuji and Nobara react to Megumi’s dad being the infamous Sorcerer Killer?

Yuuji and Nobara share the same reaction because they share the same brain cell lol.

When they first meet Toji, they thought he was a chill dude that happened to be a hot dad. Both of them knew where Megumi got his looks from. Their first impression of him was he wasn't so bad. They also met Toji on accident when they went to see Megumi at him and Reader's home. Toji answered the door in only a grey tank top and black sweats. Yuuji and Nobara were like "who is this hot dude at Fushiguro's house?!" Then Megumi pops up behind Toji before shoving him to the side to make way for his friends to come in.

But there were bits and pieces they picked on that knew he was different. Yuuji's main one was seeing how muscular Toji's body is when he saw him training in the courtyard when Megumi told him to come over to his house before they go into the city for a mission. Nobara's was Reader's vague and subtle statements that hinted at Toji's fighting abilities. But, like Megumi, they heard the through the grape vine about Toji's epithet but both couldn't see it because Toji never presents himself as intimidating around them.

It wasn't until they saw Megumi get single handedly cooked by Toji without breaking a sweat. That's when they knew Toji was the real deal. Then with the whole reveal Reader did about Toji's involvement in the star plasma vessel incident, it pretty much solidified Toji's deserving title. Especially when they found out how Toji defeated Suguru and Satoru, even killing Gojo at one point. Their special grade teachers, noted to be the strongest in Jujutsu society, were beaten by a man who possessed no curse energy nor technique.

Their reaction were both awe and shock. They weren't necessarily afraid of Toji. Mostly because that's Megumi's dad and Reader's husband, and by the looks of their family life Toji isn't abusive or evil towards them. In fact, they could tell that Toji was very present in Megumi's life, considering their constant banter and bickering. Additionally, Reader is like Toji's handler. So if he does try something, she'll get the spray bottle and spray it in his direction. And they KNOW Toji never talks back to Reader.

Anyways, they were shocked because they didn't know that Toji was capable of doing any of that. That and for an absolute unit of a man to be Megumi's father is surprising because him and Megumi act completely different to each other. The only thing they saw in common was their flat expressions and occasional grumpiness. They were in awe as well because he is powerful in his own right to be able to take down sorcerers with minimum scars.

They were mostly just shocked because he seems like a chill DILF who loves his wife and kids, not a person that killed people for sport. But when they heard everything that Toji's done in the past, Yuuji and Nobara just said "Okay, I can see that now. That makes sense." They are aware that Toji isn't purposely being deceptive towards them and what he did was in the past. They mostly just roast Megumi every now and then about being related to Toji. But not all the time out of respect for Megumi since Toji is his father and that's his family business.

Nobara: Still can't believe Fushiguro has a dad like that! Toji-san is super human and Fushiguro is. . . well, Fushiguro. . .

Yuuji: Kugisaki! We can't say that about Fushiguro-kun like that! But then again, Toji-san did bag (L/N)-Sensei so maybe he got rizz.

Nobara: If you think Fushiguro got rizz for being an blunt anti-social person, you must be smooth brain, Itadori!

Megumi: Will you two just quit it?! Stop talking about my old man like that, he isn't all that! Plus, it's the other way around. Out of the two, my mom has the most rizz. She rizzed up my dad so hard he became a stay-at-home dad and husband. My mom literally domesticated my dad! Get your facts right, you two!

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Everyone’s Watching Him (But He’s Looking At Her) (5)

Actor!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Fem!Reader

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Summary: After learning Maria lied to keep the two of you apart, Bucky confronts her about her future as his manager, but only after experiencing waking up in the same bed with you for the first time.

Warnings: argument between Bucky and Maria, someone losing their job, soft fluff at the start, implied carnal activities the night before

Word count: 1.9k

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Bucky stares down at your sleeping form, thinking to himself that you look far too sweet and precious for the likes of him to ever deserve.

Not that he’s been a bad person who’s warranted terrible, karmic things to happen to him, but surely to deserve someone as beautiful, attentive and caring as you to reciprocate his ardent feelings, he must have been a saint in a past life.

Your eyes flutter open and Bucky swears his heart completely stops just by the simple act of you looking at him. There’s a moment where you look surprised to see yourself waking up cuddled into his side, but then he can see the realisation play out in your eyes as the recollection of last night's carnal activities come back to you.

“Hi.” You whisper bashfully, lips curling into the type of fond smile he wishes he could capture and keep a copy of in his wallet until it’s faded with time.

There’s an odd surge of jealousy in Bucky’s stomach at the thought that anyone else has had the privilege of sharing such an intimate and vulnerable moment with you. Witnessing you in the first light of the morning, feeling your bare skin against his, being the first thing you see when you open your still drowsy eyes.

But then his mind reminds him that he’s the only one who has that honour now, that the most precious person in his life has chosen him, affording him the assurance of being the one you will wake up beside every morning, and Bucky makes a promise to himself to never take that for granted.

“Good morning, my love.” Bucky hoarsely mumbles, leaning down to gently place his lips on yours, an action he has only been able to perform for the last half a day, yet he already knows will never tire of doing.

Though you’re both still half asleep and your lips move languidly, it’s his favourite kiss you’ve shared so far (though he thinks that every time your lips touch his). It’s the first kiss of a new day, the first day where you’re waking up as something far more than just his assistant, and proves that everything that happened the night before wasn’t something out of a dream.

Bucky rues pulling his lips away from yours, though it does allow him the opportunity to gaze at your gorgeous features once more. Last night was ample evidence that there will never be a more blissful feeling than when the two of you are joined as one, but he also knows if he goes any further with you right now, he’ll be so caught up in you that he’ll miss the last of the interviews held today he’s contracted to complete.

“Doll, I need to ask you a favour.”

“Anything for you Buck.” You say without hesitation and a smile which makes Bucky’s stomach flip. You don’t even know what aid he’s requesting and you’re already accepting. The implicit trust in the gesture has his chest filling with warmth.

“Can you stay here at home today? For me.” He adds on.

“But todays the last day of interviews… You don’t want me there?” Bucky’s heart sinks at the thought that you don’t know your presence is what sustains him. If it were purely up to him, you’d never leave his sight nor touch so much as for a single minute.

But he reminds himself he’s doing this for your benefit, not his own.

“Baby, I want you with me everywhere I go,” he pauses to quickly kiss you again, for emphasis, “but I have to honour the film contract Maria wrote up, which means I still have to pretend to be Sharon’s doting boyfriend for the rest of the day, I don’t want you to have to sit through all that. Plus, you’ve been working so hard, you deserve some time off.” You don’t say anything, but flash him a thankful smile, which is enough reward to get him through the entire day without you.

“And then, when you come home, you’ll be all mine.” You comment with a cheeky smile he knows implies much more lascivious wants than the innocent words would suggest on their own.

“I’m already all yours.” Bucky kisses you again, partly because he wants to convey how sincerely he means the statement, but mostly because he simply can’t get enough of you. “In all the ways that matter.”

Even though he risks being late for hair and makeup before another day of interviews, Bucky finds that when his lips touch yours he doesn’t care about anything else in the world. This pure happiness and contentment is what he’s been searching for his entire life, what most people dream of finding with someone but few rarely get the pleasure of experiencing.

He’s not willing to risk what he hopes will be the remainder of his future with you. Anyone or anything posing a threat to that cannot remain in his life.

Mostly it was his own obliviousness to blame for not telling you sooner how his heart beats for you and that no amount of time on this earth will ever be enough to show you every intricacy of his adoration for you.

But there was one other external force that had adversely impacted on your relationship, almost driving you apart completely. And Bucky will never allow her to come between him and what he holds dear again.

Before he leaves for the studio that morning, he makes the executive decision that Maria has to be let go.

* * *

The set is as busy as usual. What feels like a million different crew members are bustling around to make sure everything is running smoothly, and when the cameras aren’t rolling, the sounds of numerous voices speaking over each other makes Bucky feel like he’s audibly drowning.

All he wants is to look up and find relief in your smiling face, settling the tornado of anxiety raging in his chest, but every time he answers a question regarding his supposed relationship with Sharon, whilst interlocking his hand with hers, it’s a jarring reminder of why he asked you to stay at home.

During a break between one of the last interviews, Bucky notices Maria isn’t on the phone, a rare occurrence for her, and takes the opportunity he’s been waiting all day for. The memory of the hurt and confusion on your face when Bucky revealed his feelings, which were in contrast to what Maria had communicated to you, spurs him on.

“Maria, I need a word.” Stern determination fills Bucky’s voice and leaves no room for debate.

He storms away towards his dressing room, wanting some privacy so the uncomfortable conversation isn’t witnessed by the hoard of people working on set.

“I need you to explain to me why you lied about Sharon and I being a real couple.” Is what he says once Maria shuts the door behind her. Either she isn’t surprised by the revelation, or she’s practised enough to know how to hide it.

“Look, Bucky, I never said a real couple. I can’t help it if certain people interpret things in a different way to what I was intending.” Certain people. Bucky internally scoffs. She can’t even say your name, nor admit fault, when she’s unquestionably been caught in a lie.

“Don’t play innocent with me Maria. I know what you said and I have a feeling I know why you did it too, but I want to hear it from you, because the part of me that has been your friend for over five years simply cannot believe you’d be that manipulative.” Maria simply smiles, almost as if Bucky had given her a compliment, and it makes rage burn like hot coals in his stomach.

“I’m your manager Bucky, my job is to make decisions on your behalf that are going to benefit your career. Dating an insignificant assistant isn’t going to do anything for you other than push you down the road to irrelevancy.”

Bucky has the urge to scream at her for the way she’s speaking about you.

“Did you not for a minute think about what was best for me as a person? I think you could see how in love with her I am and yet you chose to do it anyway!” The only reason Maria would have pushed the two of you apart would be if she could see the connection you had. Her nonchalant reaction all but confirms his suspicions.

“Look it was only meant to be until the movie had become a success, and clearly it worked! If you look at the box office numbers-”

“I don’t care about the fucking numbers Maria, I care about my girl! And you’ll never have the chance to come between us again. You’re fired.” The normal anxiety anyone would feel when letting someone go from their job is overruled by the resolve provided by the need to protect you with everything he has.

“You’re really going to fire your loyal manager because of some girl you’re probably going to get tired of in two months?”

“Without hesitation. And I will never get tired of her Maria, I love her, with my entire being. It actually scares me how much I love her because it means my entire life is reserved in a single person, but if the only thing I ever accomplish in the rest of my days is loving and cherishing her, then it will be the most rewarding life I could have lived. My career means nothing if I don’t have her by my side, and that’s clearly not something you can comprehend.” Maria looks unfazed at Bucky’s disclosure and it makes him wonder if all those feelings really are plainly obvious when he looks at you. His sister certainly seems to think so.

“You do realise if you fire me you also fire her right? She’s employed by my management firm, not by you directly. Are you really going to do that to her?” Bucky is sure the smirk on her face indicates Maria thinks she’s found a loophole which will prevent him from following through with her dismissal, but he clearly knows something she doesn’t.

“Check your inbox, her letter of resignation will already be there.” At Bucky’s words a crack forms in her overconfident facade, a surprised comprehension seeping through which allows Bucky to feel greatly pleased with himself. “Goodbye and good riddance Maria.”

Before allowing Maria the time to protest again, or come up with a concoction of manipulative lies, Bucky turns around and walks back to set, a triumphant smirk curving on his lips.

Now, he only needs to endure a couple more interviews before he gets to return home to you, where he left his heart this morning for you to take care of until he can finally be free of the fraudulent relationship.

After a day of pretending to be someone else’s boyfriend, he’ll finally get the opportunity to go home and prove to you how much he loves you, and only you.

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asoiaf: a feast for crows starters

❝ i’m sorry that i never trusted you. i don’t know how to do that any more. ❞ ❝ you make it difficult for a man to swallow his anger. ❞ ❝ history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. what has happened before will perforce happen again. ❞ ❝ the worst isn't done. the worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings. ❞ ❝ words are like arrows. once loosed, you cannot call them back. ❞ ❝ you are a lioness, and it is for all the lesser beasts to fear you. ❞ ❝ anger is better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt. ❞ ❝ kind? how boring that would be. i aspire to be wicked. ❞ ❝ sometimes there is no happy choice, only one less grievous than the others. ❞ ❝ when i make a jest i smile. do you see me smiling? do you hear laughter? ❞ ❝ beauty can sometimes mask deadly danger. ❞ ❝ i know what a burden you bear. you should let me share the load. ❞ ❝ you would be wise to not take me lightly...and wiser still not to make of me a foe. ❞ ❝ i need to sleep, but fear to dream. ❞ ❝ i do not doubt that kindness and mercy and forgiveness can still be found somewhere in this kingdom, but do not look for them here. ❞ ❝ no fight is hopeless till it has been fought. ❞ ❝ open your eyes and look about you. the kingdom is in ruins. ❞ ❝ my hand is hungry for a sword. i need to kill someone. ❞ ❝ it does no good to speak of roads not taken. ❞ ❝ i begin to think that all your words of love were lies. ❞ ❝ i pray that i never offend you. you are terrible when roused. ❞ ❝ a sweet face oft hides a sinner’s heart. ❞ ❝ when i am with you, i...i can scarcely think. you are all i ever dreamt of. ❞ ❝ i used to be someone, but now i’m not. ❞ ❝ suffering is everywhere...and grief and death. ❞ ❝ you ought to be pleading for my forgiveness rather than seeking to provoke me further. ❞ ❝ i have been here the whole time, waiting for you to come to me. ❞ ❝ no one who wears a crown is ever safe. ❞ ❝ i have touched more men that i can count. some with my lips, more with my axe. ❞ ❝ i love you too, but you’re a fool. a beautiful golden fool. ❞ ❝ i have been despised by better men than you. ❞ ❝ i never wanted to see half the things i've seen, and i've never seen half the things i wanted to. ❞ ❝ that man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate. ❞ ❝ sometimes there is no happy choice. only one less grievous than the others. ❞ ❝ most have been forgotten. most deserve to be forgotten. ❞ ❝ heroes will always be remembered. the best. the best and the worst. and a few who were a bit of both. ❞ ❝ we all dream of things we cannot have. ❞ ❝ i do not know who we are, if truth be told, nor where we might be going. i only know the road is dark. ❞ ❝ you lie. worse, you lie poorly. ❞ ❝ do you even know what honor is? ❞ ❝ this is not real. this is another bad dream, and soon i’ll wake. ❞ ❝ the rain feels good against my face. it feels like tears. ❞ ❝ i need you as i have never needed you before. ❞ ❝ there is no shame in being afraid, only in showing your fear. ❞ ❝ it is a good thing that i thrive on chaos. ❞ ❝ the times grow ever more interesting, and when the times are interesting you can never have too many swords. ❞ ❝ curses are only in songs and stories. ❞ ❝ you will forgive me if i am suspicious, but the times are troubled. ❞ ❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ ❝ be grateful that i have more honor than some. ❞ ❝ you do turn a pretty shade of pink when you blush. ❞ ❝ you would do well to ride with me. the roads are perilous. ❞ ❝ some doors are best left closed. ❞ ❝ it does no good to speak of things no man can change. ❞ ❝ why won’t they leave us be? we never did them any harm. ❞ ❝ i cannot die yet. there is something i still need to do. ❞ ❝ it’s time you told me the rest of your plan, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old. ❞ ❝ words are wind. they cannot hurt you. let them wash over you. ❞ ❝ you are not the only one with wounds. ❞ ❝ when the cold wind blows the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. ❞ ❝ i will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage. ❞ ❝ better to mock the game than to play and lose. ❞ ❝ knowledge is a weapon. ❞ ❝ you know me. if you want sweet words, look elsewhere. ❞ ❝ you reckless fool. what do you think you’re doing? ❞ ❝ you’ll be safe here. no one will know where you are but me. ❞ ❝ sorcery comes at a cost. ❞ ❝ i have never taken kindly to chastisement, as any number of dead men could tell you. ❞ ❝ so you’re brave as well as beautiful. ❞ ❝ this will cause more trouble than you know, i fear. ❞ ❝ will you throw your life away for pride? ❞ ❝ the crows will feast upon us all if you go on this way. ❞ ❝ our time together is at an end, i fear. ❞ ❝ spare me your japes, i have no taste for them. ❞ ❝ war makes monsters of us all. ❞ ❝ you cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night. ❞ ❝ i have a hole where my heart should be. ❞ ❝ i thank you, but i have no need of your protection. ❞ ❝ trust is earned. like gold. ❞ ❝ a lie is not so bad if it is kindly meant. ❞ ❝ far be it from me to question the word of such an honorable person. ❞ ❝ i will bring the head of any man who would betray you. ❞ ❝ noble words, but words are easy. deeds are hard. ❞ ❝ my father is very good at doing nothing. he calls it thinking. ❞ ❝ if you do not go, i will spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if i had. ❞ ❝ the sea is never weary. i must be as tireless. ❞ ❝ it’s strength that’s needed here, not chivalry. ❞ ❝ i did not come to you for comfort. ❞ ❝ you see the wonders that can be worked with lies and gold? ❞ ❝ an age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, an age for gods and heroes. ❞ ❝ a ruler gets no rest. ❞ ❝ if you share your plans with no one, no one can betray you. ❞ ❝ i have a confession. ours was no chance encounter. ❞ ❝ you have your mother’s eyes. honest eyes, and innocent. ❞ ❝ am i still a thief if i put it back and no one ever knows? ❞ ❝ i am weak and full of sin, and scorn is more than i deserve. ❞ ❝ when have i provoked any man...unduly? ❞ ❝ i have never met a man i didn’t provoke, you should know that well enough by now. ❞ ❝ that’s a cold suspicious look if i ever saw one. ❞ ❝ you’ve faced more things this past year than most men face in a lifetime. ❞ ❝ there is a difference between fear and caution. ❞ ❝ it is my look they will flinch from, my frown they must fear. ❞ ❝ you have been disappointing me for years. ❞ ❝ why? tell me that. tell me why. ❞ ❝ i am surrounded by enemies and imbeciles. ❞ ❝ go back. turn away. there is nothing here for you. ❞ ❝ you would do well to omit ‘must’ from any speech directed at me. ❞ ❝ a bad dream. did i scream? i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ i will not be afraid. i will not let them see my fear. ❞ ❝ you will never know how sick it makes me to see you. you will never know how much i despise you. ❞ ❝ i have seen terrible things in my time. ❞ ❝ only a fool makes threats he’s not prepared to carry out. ❞ ❝ stay with me. i do not want to sleep alone. ❞ ❝ sometimes it is best to study a game before you attempt to play it. ❞ ❝ why, do what you always do. do nothing. ❞ ❝ no man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. ❞ ❝ what you meant does not matter. only what you did. ❞ ❝ is there any more that you would care to tell me? ❞ ❝ i can’t command you to be brave, but i can command you to hide your fears. ❞ ❝ tell me something useful. tell me of our enemy. ❞ ❝ go away. you are not welcome here. ❞ ❝ these are such fearful times. some nights i can hardly sleep, for fear. ❞ ❝ some wounds do not show. ❞ ❝ i have never looked upon you as a rival, even for a moment. ❞ ❝ go home. you have a home, which is more than many can say in these dark days. ❞ ❝ play me for a fool, and you will die screaming. you are aware of that, i trust? ❞ ❝ you must be more dangerous than you look. ❞ ❝ tell me. i want to know all of it, from the beginning to the end. ❞ ❝ i see you are as lovely as the tales. ❞ ❝ your hands are shaking. they would rather be caressing me, i think. ❞ ❝ dry those tears. have you ever seen a lion weep? ❞ ❝ come! come kill me, if you can. ❞ ❝ i never knew what love could be, yet now...i am afraid. ❞ ❝ the enemy of my enemy is my friend. ❞ ❝ young men are overbold, and think only of the glory of battle and never of its dangers. ❞ ❝ you are weary and sick of heart, that’s plain to see. ❞ ❝ some doors are best left closed. ❞ ❝ the world is full of horrors. you can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing. ❞ ❝ i was wondering. are you drunk, or merely stupid? ❞ ❝ does it hurt so much? is there aught i can do to ease your pain? ❞ ❝ what i want is none of your concern. ❞ ❝ this must end, for your sake as well as mine. ❞ ❝ glory is good, but gold is better. ❞ ❝ please tell me who you are, and why you’re following me. ❞ ❝ many a man will drown in those eyes. ❞ ❝ the best lies have some truth in them...to give them flavor, as it were. ❞ ❝ what are you looking for? your destiny? your death? ❞ ❝ love can make a fool of any man. ❞ ❝ may i stay a while? i feel that we should talk. ❞ ❝ is that a beard, or did you forget to wash the dirt off your face? ❞ ❝ i’ll hear the truth, or you’ll wear chains. ❞ ❝ if you love me, do not leave me. ❞ ❝ only madmen fight wars they cannot win. ❞ ❝ you have a strange look in your eyes. are you unwell? ❞ ❝ last night, i had a dreadful dream. ❞ ❝ you have to help me. where am i to go? what will i do? ❞ ❝ i warn you, i am out of patience. ❞

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{5} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Wooyoung & Yunho this chapter)

Words: 10,144

Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Alright!! Next part time!! I’m honestly really excited for the next part already since I have so much planned ehehehe, but I think this one is a good one, too. I’d love to know any and all theories you guys may have as to what you think may or may not happen next. I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Two days have passed since you’ve shared that moment with Hongjoong in the garden. Even you can tell that there’s been another shift in your dynamics with them. For now, even if you’re still a little cautious around them, the trust not one hundred percent established, you’re trying.

Seonghwa’s words still echo throughout your mind every now and then, and you know the rest of them have caught glimpses of you thinking about that moment within the eldest’s tailor shop over the past two days. Yet, none of them have pushed you on the matter, nor does it seem like Seonghwa told them anything of your insecurities. A fact of which warms your heart that they would all respect your privacy like that.

They all really aren’t so bad after all. You just aren’t ready to reveal that part of yourself to all of them yet.

Now-a-days, though, you find your mind battling with the more logical side of yourself. Yes, you do want to continue growing to trust them. They’ve done nothing to hurt you, or make you feel like you’re truly trapped here with them since you’ve arrived. Time and time again, they’ve proven that all they want to do is take care of you - to cherish and love you in their own ways - and provide whatever they can in each and every way possible.

Still, you cannot help but to doubt yourself. They are demons, and they did lure you to them one way or another. They did stalk you for quite a period of time, and they have admitted to doing some pretty shady things. Breaking and entering into your apartment, stealing your things, watching you sleep: the list seems to be growing every day.

Should you really be trusting them? Do they even deserve that?

Maybe, or maybe not. You’re still not fully decided, but for now, you’re simply taking things day by day, and seeing how things go. There’s no point in crying over it anymore, and really, making the best out of the situation at hand isn’t hurting anyone. You think you could actually get used to this.

Which is exactly how you find yourself shooting pool that second evening in the game room. The familiar sound of your favourite songs flow through the bluetooth speakers they have set up in the area, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

Movement out of the corner of your eyes catches your attention, drawing your gaze to the open doorway that leads into the hall.

“Want some company?” Wooyoung leans against the open doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you with a tender look in his eyes.

You blink. This is the first time he’s asked you if you wanted his presence around instead of simply just inserting himself into your space. A fact which warms your heart more than you care to admit. To say it’s refreshing would be an understatement.

You smile at him. For the first time in what feels like forever, you actually smile at him.

“Sure.”

Wooyoung nearly collapses on the spot. Not only did you just genuinely smile at him, but you also agreed to let him keep you company. He could not be happier right now, and he finds he has to keep his hands from shaking as he takes his first step into the game room.

You, on the other hand, don’t really pay him any mind, opting to finish your round of pool before anything else. The familiar clack of the billiards sinking into the sockets reaches your ears as the final ball is sunk, a grin tugging at the corner of your lips.

“You’re good at this,” he comments, and you notice him leaning against the back of the couch.

“Thanks,” you reply, digging in the sockets to collect the billiards to start setting up another round. “Do you play?”

“On occasion,” he hums, and you don’t seem to notice the way his fingers dig into the cushion of the couch for support. He’s still attempting to wrap his head around the fact that you’re actually talking to him right now. It’s more than he could have ever hoped for.

Quirking a brow, you’re quick to hand him a cue stick, meeting his gaze in challenge, “show me what you’ve got, demon boy.”

The growl he has to suppress that builds in his chest is nothing short of feral as he grabs the cue stick from your hand, his mind swirling with what exactly he can show you. Your words are dangerous, and if he were given the chance, he’d show you everything that he’s made of. All you’d have to do is ask.

Instead, Wooyoung smirks. “You’re on.”

“No funky demon magic allowed,” you narrow your eyes at him in warning.

He scoffs, almost offended, “I would never.”

“Mmhmm,” you shoot him a skeptical look, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Hand me the triangle.”

“The triangle?” He quirks a brow.

“You know,” you motion vaguely to the object resting beside him on the edge of the couch. “The cue rack.”

“Oh,” he nods, handing it to you in the next moment. “Triangle?”

“Pyramid,” you raise it in the air, the topmost point facing upwards before flipping it so the flat edge is now at the top, “diamond. Whatever you want to call it.”

He laughs, “triangle it is.”

You cannot suppress the amused grin that tugs at your lips as you place the rack onto the table, collecting the balls and lining them up once more, “triangle it is.”

The whole time, Wooyoung watches you with a soft smile on his face. He leans slightly against the pool cue for support as his eyes shine. There seems to be an air of ease about you, and he doesn’t quite understand why, or how it came to be, but he is most certainly not complaining. In fact, he’d say you’ve never looked calmer around him: more relaxed.

Maybe it’s the music playing through the speakers, of which you seem to be subconsciously humming along to. Perhaps it’s whatever that has gone on within the past two days, or that conversation with Seonghwa you seemed to have had. Whatever it is, though, Wooyoung could not be more grateful.

“Last ball, or eight ball?” You look up at him once you’ve set everything up, lifting the rack back off of the table and tossing it onto the couch.

“You choose,” he replies, a soft smile gracing his features.

Well, isn’t he just being extra considerate tonight?

Wooyoung smirks, and you nearly huff in amusement as you notice. You just know that he’s read your thoughts just now. After all, you’re not currently thinking of that void.

“Okay,” you say, grabbing the chalk to coat the tip of the cue once more, “how about a round of last ball and then we can go from there?”

“Sounds good to me,” he nods. Really, he’s just happy to be spending time with you. “You want to break?”

You shake your head, rolling the cue ball over to him from across the table.

“Like I said,” you smirk in challenge, “show me what you’ve got, demon boy.”

Wooyoung grins, hand reaching out to grab the cue ball as he lines up his first shot. Leaning over the table, his eyes glint, loving the feeling of your gaze on him watching his every movement. All he wants to do is impress you, and if he can with this, then he’s convinced that he can do anything.

The resounding clack of the balls being scattered around the table fills the air, a few sinking into the pockets at the side. He’s managed to sink about four, already moving around the table to line up his next shot.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you nod, seemingly impressed. He grins.

“Do you play often?” His voice manages to pull you out of your own thoughts as you watch him angle his next shot. He clicks his tongue as he just misses sinking the ball.

“When I was younger, I used to,” you reply, walking around the table and observing where you want to shoot. “My parents had a table in their basement and I would always play with my sister whenever she had friends over.” A brief pause as a soft smile tugs at your features. “And my dad.”

Wooyoung smiles. You’re finally opening up to him! So, this is what it feels like to have your full and undivided attention on him after so long. A feeling he wouldn’t trade for the world as he rests once more against the back of the couch.

You make your shot, managing to sink two balls at once.

“I was always the player they never expected,” you smirk.

The familiar beat of one of your favourite songs starts to play through the speakers, giving you a boost of confidence. Leaning back over the table, you line up your next shot, nodding your head along to the music. On a particular note, you make your shot, the echoing clack resonating with the track playing in the background as you sink another billiard.

“I feel like I should be worried, then,” he chuckles, grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Nah,” you shrug, cursing under your breath as you miss your next shot. “It’s usually all just luck.”

Wooyoung pushes himself off of the couch, moving closer to the table as his eyes scan over the top to determine which play he wants to make next.

“Stop being so humble,” he replies, leaning over and lining up his cue. A quick flick of his arm and he’s sinking another billiard. “If you have the skill, own it.”

Your protest dies in your throat at the way he quirks a brow at you. The way you avert your gaze, somewhat shyly, has his heart soaring in his chest. Finally, he’s done something right.

“And if you want something,” he meets your gaze once more, smirk dancing on his features. “Take it.”

Your eyebrows raise in mild surprise, a look of discontent taking over your features. “You mean like how you stole my panties?”

Wooyoung at least has the decency to freeze for a moment as he lines up his next shot. That is, until he’s raising his head to meet your gaze with a cheeky grin on his face, his mind flashing to where he’s safely stored the pair in his room. “Exactly.”

You snort out a laugh, rolling your eyes in the next moment. “I guess that’s where we differ.”

He glances up at you again briefly as he makes his next shot, sinking another ball. In an instant, he’s setting up another shot, the billiards getting fewer and fewer as each minute passes by.

“I’m more of the mindset of when you want something,” a dangerous smirk tugs slowly at the corner of your lips as you lean against his vacated spot on the back of the couch, “all you need to do is ask.”

Wooyoung’s shot barely even hits the cue ball, the stick grazing it as he loses his grip momentarily. His mind is far too consumed by what you’ve just told him to focus on anything for the moment, thoughts swirling with the vast implications behind your words.

Your face lights up, noticing the cue ball didn’t hit any of the other billiards. “Sweet, free ball!”

Taking a step forward and grabbing the ball from the table, you move to set it where you want to now. You’re hyper aware of how his gaze has darkened, eyes fixed on your form as you bend over the table to line up your next shot.

“Stop staring at my ass.” You huff, and immediately the gaze you felt practically burning a hole into your back lessons.

You straighten after sinking another ball, turning to look at him from over your shoulder. He seems to be looking around innocently, but it’s the death grip that he has on the cue stick that gives him away.

You huff out a laugh, “you look tense.”

“Oh, do I?” He hums, feigning innocence as he meets your gaze. Only, in the next second, he sees you leaning back over the table. This time, you’re facing him, and your shirt just so happens to fall open the slightest bit. He hisses through his teeth. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Am I?” You quirk a brow, righting yourself after you make another shot, managing to sink two more balls. There’s only two left at this point, and with the angle they’re at, even though it will be difficult, you believe you can make the shot.

“I thought you said no cheating.” He grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest after he leans the cue stick against the couch beside him.

“No, I said you couldn’t use any funky demon magic to help you win,” you grin, lining up your next shot carefully. Exhaling a low breath, you make the shot, sinking the final two balls with a self-satisfied smile on your face. You turn to meet his gaze, eyes flashing with mischief. “I never said I couldn’t be a shark.”

His eyes narrow, impressed. “Touché.”

You giggle, and fuck, if it isn’t the most beautiful sound Wooyoung has ever heard in his life. The only thing he knows would sound sweeter would be his own name falling from your lips in a whimper as he makes you come for him over, and over, and over again.

Your voice calling out to him manages to pull him from his much too vivid thoughts of claiming you right up against this pool table like he’s always desired.

“How about we make the next round more interesting?” You quirk a brow, already having gathered most of the billiards form the sockets at the one end of the table.

“You’re on.” He smirks. “What do you have in mind?”

Of course, he’ll let you set your own terms and conditions. The last thing he wants is for you to change your mind and kick him out after he’s finally getting to spend some more time with you. It was agony watching each of his brothers slowly get closer to you while he practically sat in the shadows, watching and waiting for the prime opportunity to bond with you. He most certainly doesn’t want to scare you off again.

“Hmm,” you hum, tapping at your lips with your one finger in contemplation as you think. Lips which he longs to feel pressed against his skin in the most intimate of ways. “How about the winner gets to call in a favour from the loser at some point?”

“What type of favour?” Wooyoung’s heart nearly begins to beat right out of his chest in anticipation, excitement lingering in his voice.

“Anything within reason.” You reply, only for your eyes to narrow at him in the next moment. “Nothing sexual, obviously.”

Wooyoung places a hand over his chest in mock offence, “I would never.”

“Mmhmm,” you look at him skeptically as you move over to grab the cue rack from the couch. “Sure.”

He simply smiles innocently back at you, grabbing the cue stick he’s left resting beside him back into his hands. In the next moment, he’s pushing himself off of the back of the couch, watching as you finish setting up the next round.

“Eight ball this time,” you say, lifting the cue rack off of the table and tossing it back onto the sofa. You meet his gaze with a smug look adorning your features. “Winner takes all.”

Wooyoung smirks, a pleasant shiver running down his spine as he notices you looking at him like that. A look of which he could get used to seeing on your features. “You’re on.”

Moving back around the table, the cue ball rests in your hand. In an instant, you’re lining up your first shot, leaning over the table with that air of confidence he’s come to notice lingering around you since he first saw you playing merely thirty minutes ago.

“Winner breaks,” you say, your shot resounding around the room in the next moment and seemingly echoing your words.

Already, three of the billiards sink into opposite sockets, the first to be sunk being a stripped ball. Looks like those are the ones that you’re going to be shooting this round. You nod to yourself, already moving around the table to line up your next shot.

The whole time, Wooyoung watches you with a heated gaze. There’s just something about watching you like this - the way he can practically see the passion dripping off of your determined form - that has a pleasant shiver crawling up his spine. In the back of his mind, he wonders if you’ll extend that same passion to him some day.

His mind starts to wander. Is this what you would be like with your lover? Would your movements be just as precise, just as confident when you know exactly what you want from him, unafraid to take it all? Everything he is, everything he has to offer, is yours. He only hopes that someday he can say the same for you about him.

Your fingers snapping in front of his face draws him out of his much too loud thoughts, coming back to reality with a few blinks of his eyes.

“You okay there?” You joke, a chuckle falling from your lips.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung clears his throat. It’s been a while since he’s zoned out like that. Though, he supposes that’s just the effect you have on him. He smiles. “More than okay.”

“Anyways,” you say, a raise to your brows as you turn away from him. “It’s your turn.”

He blinks, a subtle nod to his head as he pushes himself off of the back of the couch. Honestly, he’s surprised you didn’t just continue shooting even after you missed considering he was that out of it. Then again, from the looks of things, you only have a few more balls to sink anyways.

Stepping up to the table, Wooyoung decides to up his game. No more taking it easy on you. The winning offer is far too tempting for him. Besides, his mind is already reeling with what he could request of you.

Perhaps he can ask you to watch a movie with him where it’s finally just the two of you. Alone. He could wrap you in his arms and hold you close, burying his face into the side of your neck as he leans into you, or you into him. It might be a little too wishful thinking at this point, even for him, but he can’t help but to imagine trailing kisses over the skin of your neck, echoes of your soft giggles ringing in his ears as he does so.

Or maybe, he could take you out on a date. You have been stuck in the house for quite a while, so he’s sure that he can make you even happier if he took you out somewhere. The only problem is, he doesn’t quite know where he would take you. There’s far too many places he wants to show you, spots that are completely his own that not even his brothers have been to yet. You, on the other hand, would be welcome at any time.

Then, the perfect idea strikes him as he goes to line up his fifth shot. He’ll ask you to watch him dance. Finally, after waiting so long to be able to show you his own passion, his thoughts and feelings, his desire for you, he’d be able to. Maybe then he could finally impress you in the way he wants to most. Maybe then you’ll understand how much you truly mean to him.

Indulging in these fantasies now seems to be his downfall as he misses what would have been his second to last shot.

He clicks his tongue, cursing under his breath as he pulls away from the table. Yet, when he looks over at you, he already sees you observing him carefully. He meets your gaze, and what he sees hiding behind your eyes has his breath hitching in his throat. His heart races in his chest.

You’re looking at him with mild surprise on your features, but hidden within your gaze, he can see how impressed you truly are.

Wooyoung has to suppress the pleased growl that wants to escape him at seeing you looking at him like this. Unfortunately for him though, it seems as if you’ve started thinking of that damned void again, blocking your thoughts from being easily accessed. Still, he cannot deny the way he absolutely revels in your gaze.

Finally, after what feels like years, you’re looking at him. Actually, truly looking at him. He only hopes that you like what you see staring back, for he’s always known that he’s liked you from the very first moment he laid his eyes on you.

Shaking your head, you seemingly snap yourself out of your own thoughts. Your grip on the cue stick in your hands tightens as you step up to the table once more. There are only three more billiards you need to sink to win, including the eight ball, while Wooyoung only has two. Really, it’s now of never.

Deciding to play the safe route, you line up to sink your last shots one by one. Slowly, the resounding clack of the billiards sinking into their respective sockets echoes around the room until you only have the eight ball left to sink. It’s a bit of a difficult shot, but you think you can make it.

“Top left,” you call, motioning to the aforementioned pocket with the tip of your pool cue.

Wooyoung quirks a brow in acknowledgment, the corner of his lips twitching upwards as well. His arms cross in front of his chest once more, his own cue tucked into the crook of his elbow.

It’s a bit of a weird feeling - odd, and unexpected - having someone brush up against your mind with their own. Almost as if a hand is reaching out to gently caress the inside of your skull, like a cat rubbing up against your leg. Only, you can picture clearly the way the black surface of your envisioned void ripples beneath the touch, and you just know that he has something to do with it. Especially when you glance up to see his eyes so focussed on you.

The sensation distracts you so much that you end up missing your shot.

“You did that on purpose.” You frown, standing back up to your full height as you narrow your eyes at him.

“Did I?” He hums, amused, as he steps up to the table to quickly make his second last shot. Once the billiard has sunk, he’s pointing to one of the corner pockets. “Bottom right.”

Your gaze is fierce as you watch him, jaw clenched at how he dared to distract you during your last shot just so he could win. Seems like someone really wants that favour.

Well, two can play at this game.

Luck seems to be on your side, too, for one of your favourite Taemin songs, Press Your Number, is playing through the speakers right at this very moment. The envisioned dance alone is enough to make you smirk.

It happens so quickly, that by the time Wooyoung pulls his arm back to make the shot, he ends up shooting wide, the cue ball just hitting the eight ball enough to practically give you an easy winning shot.

The growl that escapes his lips is nothing short of feral as he watches you quickly step up to the table across from him and line up your shot. That damned dance is still playing through your mind, along with your subtle mental praises and reactions for the man that is sensually moving his hips in time with the beat.

“Middle left,” you motion to the pocket with a jerk of your chin.

The resounding clack of the eight ball sinking into the pocket echoes throughout the room.

You grin. “I win.”

Wooyoung has half the mind to ask for a rematch this very instant, but the majority of his thoughts are consumed by the fact that you purposefully opened your thoughts back up to his only to throw your praises and affection towards someone else. That fucking dancer, no less. Really, this is worse than what San and Mingi went through the other week with you, because at least that didn’t feel pointed. At least what you thought before didn’t hurt.

“You did that on purpose,” he scowls, eyes swirling with that all too familiar blackness.

“Whatever do you mean?” You smile innocently at him, blinking a few times as you tilt your head. “I was simply enjoying the music.”

Oh, you were enjoying it, alright. Still are, in fact, the ending notes of the song resounding throughout the room.

Wooyoung has to suppress another growl that builds in his throat.

“Looks like you owe me a favour,” you chuckle, placing your cue stick back onto the holder on the side wall.

In the blink of an eye, he’s behind you, reaching over and placing his own cue back onto the holder beside yours. You can practically feel his breath on your neck as he leans into you, voice low right by your ear. “What’ll it be, gorgeous?”

Even though he knows you said the favour wouldn’t be anything sexual, Wooyoung cannot help but hold onto a hope that you’ll change your mind. After all, he’d do anything for you, and if he can start by taking your thoughts off of the way Taemin can move his hips, and have you thinking about his own instead, he will. In a heartbeat.

“Oh, no,” you turn around to face him, a smirk dancing along your lips. “I think I’ll save this one for later.”

The suggestive undertone of your words does not go unnoticed by him, especially when you place a hand onto his chest. Even if it’s just a simple brush of your fingers to get him to step away from you, Wooyoung cannot deny the way his skin tingles beneath your touch. Only now, he craves more.

“Whenever you want me, I’ll be there,” his voice rumbles out, low with the rawness of his words.

You cannot suppress the shiver that runs down your spine at the implications behind what he’s just told you. You swallow, glad you’ve started thinking about your void again so he cannot hear your much too loud thoughts echoing around your mind about just how you may or may not want him in the future. However, seeing the smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips, you’re not so sure that it’s worked.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he’s backing away from you, his demeanour doing a full one-eighty as a bright smile pulls onto his lips.

“So,” he begins, “wanna play Mario Kart?”

Your lips part ever so slightly, caught off guard. That is, until a grin of your own is pulling onto your features. “You’re on.”

The next few hours are spent absolutely demolishing Wooyoung’s ass in Mario Kart, and even Smash Bros soon after. Both San and Yeosang join you at some point, entering in on your Battle Royale only to both be severely defeated by you. That is, until you decide to play teams, of which both you and Yeosang manage to crush San and Wooyoung.

It happens so naturally, that each male thinks it’s almost subconscious on your part, but after winning a particularly tense round with Yeosang, you give him a high five. The smile that paints your features is nothing short of breathtaking, and each male cannot help the way that their hearts race in their chests. Yeosang, though, could feel his hand tingling for the next forty minutes after you had touched him, and neither San’s, nor Wooyoung’s jealous glares could bring him down.

Eventually, Mingi came to join you for a few rounds, but he opted to simply observe the games rather than play for the moment. That is, until you tapped out for the evening, stating that you were getting too tired to continue.

Then, you do something completely unexpected. You wish them all a good night.

Yeosang is the first to snap himself out of his shock, returning your soft smile with a gentle one of his own, and bidding you a good night. Then, it’s both Mingi and Wooyoung who tell you to sleep well, while San mumbles an almost breathless ‘night’ as a loving smile tugs at his own lips.

Each male is revelling in the fact that they were all able to spend time with you, laughing and joking while playing games together. It all felt so natural, too. A type of ease settling over all of you as you slowly but surely opened yourself up to them in this way. A fact which none of them could be happier about.

Now, if only everyday were like this one.

Making it back to your room, you settle in for the evening. That same smile graces your features as you get ready for bed, feeling the most relaxed that you have been in a while. Letting go and having fun really worked in your favour tonight, and in the back of your mind, you can almost picture your future with them, with many more nights like this to come.

Tucking yourself beneath the blankets, you allow yourself to ease further into your pillows. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you close your eyes.

Yeah. You could get used to this.

A thought that, in your tired state, echoes through all of their minds, causing smiles to pull at all of their faces.

Finally, they’re making progress. Well, all seemingly except for one.

The next morning, you end up sleeping in a bit longer than usual. A fact which you know is due to how calm you’re starting to feel while continuously staying inside this house with them. Though, there is a part of you that wishes to go out, and soon at that. The last thing you want is to only be allowed around inside the house. You could really use some fresh air.

Which is exactly why when Yunho offers to take you out of the house for the day, you accept.

The silence that had settled over the kitchen when he walked in to see you sitting at the counter and conversing softly with San and Jongho was nerve wracking to say the least. That was, until you gave a gentle nod in his direction, acknowledging his presence.

Yunho was over the moon at that. At least you weren’t ignoring him, even if you immediately started thinking about that damned void stronger than before. He posed the question before either of his two brothers could open their mouths, given that you seemed to be hinting at wanting to get out of the house. Besides, Yunho has been planning a special day trip for the both of you for a while. This was simply the opportunity he had been waiting for.

The seven seconds it took for you to give him an answer felt like an eternity. Here he was, extending a hand out to you to spend some time with him, of which you could readily deny in a heartbeat. In front of his brothers, no less. Brothers which you seem to be slowly getting closer to day by day.

To say he was a little nervous would have been a huge understatement. Especially when he couldn’t read your thoughts to gage what you were thinking.

Which is why when that confirmation left your lips, somewhat hesitant but eager at the same time, Yunho felt like his heart was about to burst right out of his chest. The fact that a soft smile was tugging onto your features made it all the more special to him.

Finally, he could spend the day with you and prove to you just how well he can treat you. He just hopes you enjoy what he has planned.

“Just let me grab my jacket,” hopping off of the stool, you’re quick to exit the kitchen, a much too eager spring to your step.

San chuckles, clapping Yunho on the shoulder, “good luck, brother.”

Jongho sends him a reassuring smile as Yunho nods, following in your footsteps mere moments afterwards. He decides he’ll wait for you in the foyer since that’s where you’ll probably go after grabbing your jacket.

Sure enough, not even a minute later, you’re walking out of the hallway and towards him. That giddiness is still visible in your step, but there’s also a hint of caution. A fact which squeezes his heart uncomfortably as you approach him.

“Ready to go?” He asks, extending his arm out for you to take.

You nod, but don’t move to grab his arm. Instead, you opt to eye him warily. “Where, exactly, are you taking me?”

Yunho smiles. “You’ll see.”

He can still sense the hesitation and uncertainty radiating off of you, and it pains him to know that you only feel this way around him still. Hopefully, by the end of the day, you won’t. Yunho will do anything and everything to prove himself to you, and he only wants the best for you. If only you’ll let him.

“How about this, if you want to come right back, we can.” He says, a slight grimace to his words. “I have a feeling you’re going to like it, though. I just want it to be a surprise.”

“You know, you guys are all really fifty-fifty with your surprises for me right now,” you huff out a laugh in amusement, taking a cautious step towards him. “I just hope you’re right.”

Without another word, you place your hand gently onto his extended forearm, and fuck, does he ever revel in your touch. Yeosang wasn’t kidding when he told Yunho that the feeling of your fingers against his skin, even if separated by the barrier of clothing, feels as if his entire body has come alight. His flesh has been set ablaze, tingling wherever your body brushes against his own. It makes him feel alive. A feeling he hasn’t felt in years.

Yunho has to suppress the pleased growl that tugs at his lips as he transports the two of you to their stables. You stumble a bit when your feet touch ground again, still not used to teleporting just yet, but luckily, Yunho is right there to steady you. The gentle smile he sends your way as you right yourself has you averting your gaze almost shyly.

It is then that you fully take in your surroundings.

A furrow creases you brow as the sound of horses whining reaches your ears, a gentle breeze drifting through the stables as you look around.

“Horses?” Your brow quirks, turning to meet his gaze once more as he watches you with a fond look in his eyes.

Yunho nods, and he knows for a fact that you’re doing your best not to look too excited right now. A fact which warms his heart more than you’ll ever know.

“Come,” Yunho motions to a stall with his head. “There’s someone who’s been dying to meet you.”

“Meet me?” You echo, stepping in beside Yunho as he unlocks the gate to the one stall, pushing it open in the next second.

As soon as the door opens, a beautiful dark brown horse with a white diamond on his forehead shakes his head, stepping forward to greet you. Instantly, your hands are up, grasping the holster around his face, cooing at the animal as he nuzzles his snout into your hand.

“Hello there,” you chuckle, stroking down the side of the horse’s neck. “Aren’t you a handsome fella.”

Yunho smiles, engraining this moment into his memories for years to come. “His name is Brego.”

You freeze, turning to look at Yunho momentarily. “You mean…“

“Yes,” the fond smile is still on his face as he meets your gaze. “Exactly like that one.” A brief pause. “He’s yours if you’ll have him.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you turn back to the horse in front of you who continues to nuzzle his snout against you affectionately. You smile, nodding almost subconsciously as you continue to brush your hand along his neck, staring deeply into the horse’s eyes.

“Did you-“ you attempt to form your thoughts into words, but it seems as if Yunho is one step ahead.

“We all did.” He steps beside you cautiously, brushing his hand down the opposite side of Brego’s neck. You don’t move away. “We figured if we all had one, then you should as well.”

“You all own horses?” You quirk a brow, attention shifting onto the male beside you.

“Any type of animal you can think of, we’ve owned at some point in our lives.” Yunho shrugs. “Though Yeosang and Seonghwa are always the best at dealing with them.”

“Animals trust them more, or something?” You joke, allowing Yunho to guide Brego out of the stall and into the main area so he can saddle him for you.

“You could say that,” Yunho chuckles, tying Brego’s reigns to a side post for now. “They certainly have a better control over them than we do.”

You nod, almost subconsciously, along with his words until they truly sink in. “Wait. You’re not telling me that they can control animals, are you?”

Yunho shoots you an amused look, lips quirking upwards in the corners.

“That’s oddly fitting,” you blink, mind reeling at this new revelation. “Any animal?”

Your curiosity is so refreshing to him. Though, Yunho only wishes you were more interested in him for the moment. Then again, he probably did this to himself.

“Any animal you can think of, yes.” He confirms. “Even ones you think are mythological.”

“That I think are mythological?” You reply, tone slightly skeptical. “You’re not about to tell me dragons are real, are you?”

Yunho sends you another look.

“Well, then again, I didn’t think you guys,” you motion to his entire being, “existed two months ago. So, really, anything is possible at this point.”

“Indeed,” he chuckles, finishing up securing the saddle on Brego. Once he’s done, Yunho unties his reigns and hands them to you. “Why don’t you wait outside with him? I just need to grab Rain, and I’ll be right with you.”

“Okay,” you reply softly, already turning towards the open archway of the stables and guiding Brego into the field beyond.

The whole time, Yunho watches with a smile on his face. So far, things are going better than he could have hoped, and little by little, that mental void you seem to be keeping up around him is slipping. He can only hope it means that you’re getting more comfortable around him.

While waiting for Yunho outside, you once more begin to pet your horse. Your heart warms admittedly more than you want it to at the idea that they got him for you, and named him after a horse from one of your favourite series. It truly means a lot to you.

Then, before you can stop yourself, you start cooing once more to the horse. Only this time, you cannot help but to repeat certain lines of dialogue from The Two Towers.

“Brego,” you whisper, grip tightening on the reigns in your one hand as you stare deeply into his dark eyes. “Your name is kingly.”

“Fit for Our Queen.” Yunho’s voice draws your attention as he walks up to you, a beautiful brown mare beside him. He meets your gaze, nothing but raw honesty shining within his own. “My Queen.”

You can’t help it. Your breath catches in your throat, heart racing in response to his words. A heat flares to your cheeks, and you avert your gaze.

Pride fills Yunho’s chest at eliciting this type of response from you. He cannot help the way his lips tug upwards in a grin, especially at seeing you become so bashful all of a sudden.

You clear your throat. “You were right. I do like this surprise.”

Your words mean more to him than you’ll ever know.

“It doesn’t end here.” He smiles.

“It doesn’t?” You turn back to look at him.

He shakes his head, motioning in the next moment for you to get onto Brego’s back. Of course, he’s there in an instant to help you on, of which you accept, even if you still hesitate slightly.

Yet again, Yunho marvels at the fact that your hand fits perfectly in his own, skin tingling where yours makes contact with his.

“There’s something else I want to show you.” He says, making sure you’re all settled in the saddle before hoisting himself into his own.

“No funky transporting us there immediately?” You quirk a brow as he falls in line beside you.

“Takes the fun out of the surprise that way,” he grins, bumping your elbow with his own playfully. Of which, he notices, you allow.

“Alright then, cowboy,” you chuckle slightly. “Lead on.”

Little do you know of how happy you’ve just made him.

The longer the two of you ride beside one another, the more you seem to relax around him. A fact of which eases a weight from his shoulders that he didn’t know he had been carrying. Your mind might still be guarded with that damn void, but you seem comfortable. For that, he could not be more grateful.

“So,” your voice manages to pull him out of his own thoughts a little ways down the trail, “if Seonghwa and Yeosang can control animals, what else can you guys do?”

The curiosity he can hear in your voice sets his heart racing. So, this is what it feels like to have you interested in learning more about them. Yunho won’t lie, he could definitely get used to this.

“Well, Jongho and Wooyoung can shift into different animals.” He says, and he watched your eyes light up.

“Any animal?” You inquire, clearly impressed.

“Any animal.” Yunho confirms with a slight smile. “Including those mythical ones.”

“A chimera?” You quirk a brow, seeing him nod out of the corner of your vision.

“Griffin, unicorn, dragon,” he sees your eyes flash at that, “you name it.”

“Not going to lie, that’s really cool,” you voice, somewhat lowly yet still full of awe. “What else?”

“San and Mingi can control the four basic elements.” He tells you.

“So, like the avatar.” You nod in understanding.

Yunho snorts out a laugh, “exactly like the avatar.”

“I think I prefer Kiyoshi, though,” you grin. “She had some cool ass fans.”

“Don’t let them hear you say that,” he teases, a gentle breeze floating through the trees as you continue down the path.

You look around quickly as if you’re afraid of being overheard. “Well then, it’ll be our little secret.”

Yunho swears he nearly falls off of Rain as he sees you playfully wink in his direction. Never did he think he could be able to joke with you like this so soon, but he’s not complaining. This is more than he could have ever hoped for, and he’ll savour this moment for as long as he can.

It’s your next words that truly have him holding his breath. Of course he hoped you would ask, but nothing would have prepared him for the intensity behind your gaze as you look at him. He can just tell you’re intrigued, but you simply do not want to let on just how interested and curious you truly are. A fact which warms his heart, only making him fall deeper for you than before.

“What about you?” You meet his eyes, voice soft with the gentle curiosity lingering in your gaze. “What else can you do?”

“Me?” Yunho grins, sitting a little straighter in his saddle as he looks straight ahead.

Suddenly, a harsh wind picks up, dark clouds rolling across the sky overhead. A crash of thunder is heard, followed immediately by forked lighting that streaks across the area. A torrential downpour begins all around you, yet, none of it seems to fall on the path before you, only the on the surrounding forest.

“You’re doing this?” You cannot hide the awe in your voice and on your features as you take in the rapidly changing environment around you. You turn to meet his gaze, of which is already staring at you quite fondly due to the look of wonder in your eyes. He nods. “Wow.”

Just as quickly as the storm comes, it dissipates, the clouds fading away to reveal the clear blue sky once more.

“That’s-“ you look around, eyes shining as you begin to approach the end of the trail. “That’s…” you search for the right word, “incredible.” You smile, a look of pure awe pulling at your features. “You’re incredible.”

Yunho swears his heart has stopped beating in his chest momentarily as his soul absolutely ascends. Your words mean more to him than you’ll even know, and the fact that he was able to not only make you smile, but impress you with something that is utterly his own has his whole body tingling. He can tell how sincere your words are, too, which only adds to this moment in time. A memory which he knows he’ll cherish forever.

“Hongjoong can do it, too.” He replies, seemingly brushing off your praise for the moment.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear that Yunho is blushing.

“Okay,” you nod once in acknowledgement, “but we’re not talking about him right now- holy shit.”

The gasp that escapes you is nothing short of breathless as you turn your focus back to the front just as you both enter what appears to be a clearing. Not just any clearing though, a beautiful field that stretches on for a few kilometres, offering a stunning view of the surrounding mountains, and the river in the distance. A familiar field full of your favourite flowers sits right before your very eyes.

“This is-“ your one hand comes up to cover your mouth, fingers gently pressing against your lips as the horses come to a stop. You turn to meet Yunho’s gaze, noticing how he’s already staring at you quite fondly, but with a hint of what appears to be nervousness shining behind his eyes. “You painted this for me.”

Yunho swallows the sudden dryness in his throat. “I did.”

“And you’ve now brought me here to see it in person.” You know you’re stating the obvious at this point, but you can hardly wrap your head around the significance of this moment right now.

“I did.” The corner of his lips quirk upwards as he nods, eyes shining as he watches you take it all in.

“I-“ your voice catches in your throat, blinking away a few tears as they gather in the corner of your eyes. “Help me down.”

Immediately, Yunho is at your side, offering you his hand as you climb off of Brego. Gently, you grasp his hand in your own, nearly holding onto it for dear life as you take a few steps forwards to observe the clearing better.

It’s like you’re in your own little world, trapped inside of your own head. Yunho desperately wants to know what you’re thinking. He longs to hear whether this has been a good decision on his part to bring you here so soon, but from the way you’re practically clinging onto his hand, eve if it’s almost subconsciously, he has a feeling he’s done something right.

Then, he looks down at your interlocked hands as the thought fully settles in him. You still haven’t let go.

Yunho’s breath hitches in his throat, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your own. A fact in which he notices causes you to look back at him with that awe filled expression he’s come to love so much resting on your features. Finally, he’s on the receiving end. Him, and him alone.

“Thank you,” you meet his gaze, and the way you’re looking at him - such a tender look shining in your eyes - nearly sends him to his knees right then and there. “For sharing this with me.”

Yunho nearly chokes on his own emotions as he’s overcome with the meaning behind your words. That shared memory of that one day those few weeks ago of you standing outside of his art studio flashing in his mind. “Of course.”

There is nothing that Yunho wouldn’t do for you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, he is more than ready and willing to provide for you. Yunho would tear down entire empires to see you looking at him like this every day for the rest of your lives. Everything that he is, belongs to you. He just hopes that he can say the same for you about him one day.

Slowly, you step forward, letting you hand drop from his own as you crouch down to observe the flowers. Not only are there forget-me-nots, but there seem to be a few other types as well, all of varying sizes and colours. Then, carefully, you reach out to run your fingers over some of the stems, a thought flitting through your mind only briefly.

Again, it’s as if Yunho has read your mind, for in the next moment, he’s kneeling beside you. Reaching out, he begins to collect a bunch of the different flowers, snapping their stems at certain lengths and gathering them in his one hand before placing them in their own respective piles on the ground beside him.

You blink, unsure of if you’ve managed to drop your mental void in all of this excitement. Though, when you think about it, you don’t think that you have.

Silently, you watch him, moving to sit on the ground so as not to strain the muscles in your legs for too long. There’s nothing but pure curiosity in your gaze as he begins to weave some of the stems together, intertwining the different flowers skillfully without a second thought. Almost as if he’s done this plenty of times before. With how quickly he’s doing so, there’s no doubt in your mind that he has.

Observing his movements for another few minutes, you begin to think you’re getting the hang of things. Moving to collect a bunch of your own flowers, you begin to copy his entire process, though much slower. A fact which only makes him smile.

Yunho manages to finish his far before you’re even halfway through your own, but he’s a patient man. He can most certainly wait. Besides, watching you work on something like this with him, and seeing you so concentrated sets his heart racing in his chest. The fact that you merely needed to simply observe him in order to begin creating on your own has a warmth unlike any other blooming in his chest.

Carefully, his thumbs run over the flowers in his hands that he’s woven together.

Do you understanding the meaning behind this moment for him right here and now with you? Will you realize the significance? From the way that you’re concentrating so hard on your own project, Yunho has a feeling that you do.

A soft smile tugs at his features as he watches you weave the stems together, gaze soft. Your touch is gentle, or at least, it appears to be, as you exert a tremendous amount of care into each movement of your hands. The fact that your brow is furrowed ever so slightly in concentration makes this moment all the more sweeter to him.

Slowly, Yunho reaches out to your mind with his own, brushing against your void with the tenderest of caresses. The fact that you seem to glance at him out of the corner of your eyes causes his lips to twitch upwards in the corners. The best part is, you don’t seem to mind.

Focussing his attention back on your hands, Yunho cannot help but to zone out. His thoughts are consumed not only by the significance of this moment with you, but of how delicately your fingers work the stems. His mind cannot help but to wander.

Would you extend the same tender love and affection towards your lover as you held them close? Or perhaps, your hands would become more desperate, seeking purchase on him in any and every way you can as you pull him closer into you. Do you know how he longs for your touch? He wants to feels you pressed against him in the most intimate of ways as he makes you sing his praises, painting your body with marks of his own, even if they are something that only he can see.

Yunho aches to feel you holding onto him, in any and every way possible. He wants to know what it feels like to have you caress his face in your palms as you pull him in for another kiss that is sure to steal his breath away. He longs for the feeling of your hands running through his hair, tugging at his roots as you drag him back into you for more as he buries his face into your core: kissing, licking, sucking until all you can think about is the way his lips feel on your skin.

More than all of that though, he craves the feeling of your nails on his back, painting your own claims on his body as he makes the sweetest love to your own. A body of which he would do anything to worship the way you’ve always deserved. If you are to be his canvas for all of these sinful delights he has planned for you when the time comes, then he will be sure to be yours.

Nothing would make him happier than getting to please you in every way he knows how, covering each other’s bodies in nothing but the other. It’s what he’s always wanted. It’s what you’ve always deserved.

Movement out of the corner of his vision manages to pull him out of his much too loud thoughts of claiming you as his like he so badly wants to do. However, he will wait for as long as necessary before that time comes. Besides, he knows that once you do finally allow him one of the greatest honours there is, there will be an unquestionable trust between you. Not only that, but the meaning behind such an act would be far more significant to the both of you.

Shifting his gaze, he sees you now resting on your knees, holding your completed flower crown in your hands. Your gaze is downcast, almost nervously thumbing at the flowers held delicately in your grasp.

“You’re incredible.” Overcome by the sense of awe he feels, he repeats your exact same words from earlier, Yunho cannot help but let them escape him. Pride swells in his chest not only at these turn of events, but also from the way that you avert your gaze so shyly from him in answer.

You say nothing in response, opting instead to look out across the clearing one last time. The horses are grazing off to the side, and you notice a breeze flitting through once more, causing the flowers to sway lightly beneath the warmth of the sun.

Ever so softly, Yunho places the crown of flowers that he made for you on top of your head.

As soon as you feel him place the flowers upon your head, you turn to look at him, eyes slightly wide as they shine with something he doesn’t quite understand. He only hopes that it’s a good thing. From the way that you smile shyly, he knows that it is.

“Beautiful,” he smiles, committing every part of this moment to his memory for years to come. Then, almost subconsciously, he breathes, “My Queen.”

Yunho has to suppress the pleased growl that wants to escape his lips as he lets his words linger in the air. He’s already said them once before today, but saying those words again only serves to solidify everything both he and his brothers have agreed upon. What they have always known. Hell, even before they talked about it Yunho was positive that he would accept no other to rule by their side unless it was you.

Again, you cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters once more at the way he sighs those words so affectionately towards you. No one has ever treated you like this before, nor called you as such so tenderly, and you don’t necessarily want to admit it, but you’re actually starting to believe him. In all of them.

Swallowing the sudden dryness in your throat at the way he’s so affectionately staring at you, you place the flower crown that you made onto his own head. Sure, it may not be the best, but you’re still proud that you made that for your first try. After only observing him making one of his own, too.

You say nothing, but you don’t need to. Especially not when you allow your void to drop for the briefest of moments as the sunlight filters through the air, casting you both in golden hues.

A soft smile graces your features as you notice Brego out of the corner of your eyes, recalling another specific scene from those movies as you see Yunho sitting before you. Funnily enough, it also has to do with flowers and sunlight.

The king has got a crown again.

You may not say it, but the fact that you even thought it, and that you let him hear your thoughts has his heart swelling in his chest with an unbelievable amount of love for you. Yunho wants nothing more than to reach out and pull you into his arms, placing his lips onto yours in a tender kiss, but he doesn’t want to push his luck. Especially not after the day you’ve both shared. So, instead, he gently grabs your hand in his own, brushing his thumb along the back of it before bringing it up to his lips to place a lingering kiss onto your skin.

For a moment, no words are spoken between the both of you as he keeps his lips pressed against the back of your hand. It’s almost as if the entire clearing has gone silent, the two of you in your own little world as Yunho’s eyes flutter closed, revelling in the feeling of your skin against his lips.

Nothing could take this moment away from him, right here, right now, with you. The fact that you’re even allowing him to so much as hold your hand in his once more, let alone grace his lips with your skin, sets his whole body ablaze. That all too familiar pool of desire swirls within him, his eyes flashing black beneath his eyelids for the briefest of moments.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulls away from you. Once he opens his eyes, he looks to see you already staring at him with a soft expression on your face. Your own gaze swirls with a hint of uncertainty as you seem to be peeking out from behind those walls you’ve put up to protect yourself. A fact which couldn’t make Yunho any happier than he already is.

“Come on,” he stands, helping you to your feet in the next moment as he whistles for the horses to return. “Let’s go home.”

All he receives from you in response is a small nod of your head, that all too familiar void shielding your mind from him once again. Though, he notices that when he brushes against it this time, it’s less cold than usual, almost as if you’ve opened yourself up to him more than you realized. A fact which makes him smile.

Wordlessly, he helps you back onto Brego, pulling himself back into Rain’s saddle in the next moment. Once you’re both settled, he sends a smile your way. One of which you return, and that simple action alone means more to him than you’ll ever know.

A comfortable silence settles over the both of you as the horses walk side by side back down the trail and to the stables below. Only this time, when he extends his hand out to you, you do not hesitate to grab it in your own.

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gay-dorito-dust · 9 months

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Headcanons for Clive Rosfield with gn s/o reassuring him that he's a good man who does his best to help people despite everything he has gone through, they're proud of him, and they love him so much? With hugs and kisses too!

Clive Rosfield had to be one of, if not the most strongest man you’ve ever met in your life.

Yet you’ve found that the stronger the man, the more broken they seemed to be in due to certain circumstances that happened within their past.

A past that could still be felt to this very day as it clung onto your beloved’s soul, it’s claws digging in deep into him that you worried that you’d deal him more damage if you were to pull them out raw.

You wanted nothing more then to help your exhausted lover and thankfully a time did come where Clive needed your comfort and sweet words and even sweeter reminders the most in the aftermath of a nightmare;

‘What if I’m an omen of death, destined to leave a trail of dead bodies, friends and foes alike in my wake?’ Clive admitted to you under starry skies. Yet despite how ethereal the sight above was…the topic at hand was anything but. ‘What if by the end of this I wouldn’t have had you gravely harmed, whether it’d be by my hand or others because of me.’ He adds sombrely, clutching your hand when he felt it involuntarily twitch.

‘I don’t want to have to watch that day come to pass.’ Clive was whispering now as though if he raised his voice any louder then something awful would take place, and it wouldn’t even matter whether the inherent danger were to take place five minutes from your conversation or even going as far as five weeks.

For as long as Clive could sense danger, he would always on a subconscious have himself somehow incorporated into it one way or another. He truly felt the one to blame for every wrongdoing that was committed no matter the scale of it, he just felt as though all bad things tie back to him in even the most minuscule ways.

‘Clive,’ you gripped his hand tightly, ‘not everything bad is inherently your fault.’ You told him but you weren’t finished yet. ‘You’re a good man, regardless of what the past speaks of your character. You’ve done a whole lot of good since those dark times and done a whole lot of good for the people who felt as though they had no hope to hold onto, Who felt like they too were deserving of the wrongdoings that have happened in their pasts because they felt as though they didn’t deserve better.’ You raised his hand and pressed a dozen kisses against the skin there as you decided to hold his hand close to your chest.

‘You’re a good man Clive Rosfield and I will not stand in hearing you slander yourself on the pretences of lies and falsehoods.’ You said as you tug him closer so you could bring your arms to hold him against you as you began to speak your words against his ebony locks. ‘For the Clive Rosfield I know is a brave, strong man of many talents, and he’s a beautiful man with a gentle, kind and caring heart.’ You felt Clive relax further into you, as though attempting to drown himself in your warmth and your scent with how he noses it’s way from against your collar bone, and upwards until his head is firmly flushed against your neck where he would then find comfort in your pulse point as his eyes began to drift off at the sound of your soothing voice.

A voice Clive would rather die then to never hear again, whispering sweet enchantments that you call encouragement into his ear.

‘And I am proud, so very proud of my Clive that neither words nor any form of expression can begin to accurately convey of the magnitude of how proud I am of him.’ You whispered sweetly, pressed kisses now and then again his hair or any form of exposed warm skin that was within your lips reach to douse in a plethora of kisses, leaving not a spec untouched by your lips, and even as you pulled away, you could feel Clive’s body writhe as it began to desperately miss your lips; considering how determined your beloved seemed to press himself further up against you, you’d think that he was trying to imprint himself onto you in some form of way.

‘His demons may want him to claim otherwise but I wish for him to remember that he isn’t what they say he is, Clive Rosfield isn’t a monster, nor a death omen, but I know my Clive Rosfield and my Clive Rosefield is anything and everything but those words. He’s generous, brave, bold, and yes I do have to admit, a little stubborn and hardheaded.’ You admitted, chuckling as Clive removed his head from your neck to give you a look. ‘But, even though he may often claim that he’s putting me in danger just for loving him.’

You pressed your forehead against his, nudging your nose against his, smiling when he wordlessly reciprocated the action. ‘I’ve never felt more safer then I ever have then within his arms.’ You muttered against his lips before closing the gap and kissing every ounce of love and affection you held for Clive into that kiss in hopes it’d make its way to his soul. Humming in delight as you felt him practically bruise your lips with the force of his kiss that burned with a fierce passion that at some points you felt as though you couldn’t keep up with him.

You knew Clive had a whole lot of love to give to the point where it became overwhelming and consumed every action he did, from the way he protected others, to the way he was currently holding onto you as though you were the last flicker of light in his life; which you might as well be. His grip was firm and strong but while also being gentle and cautious as not to bring you bodily harm, because god knows Clive would never forgive himself if he was the main reason you were hurt, as proven multiple times where you had gotten hurt saving his ass and you’d awaken up with Clive at bedside, holding your hand within his larger and warmer ones; it felt as though your hand was trapped within the depths of a campfire. Comforting and warm.

‘What have I done to deserve you, my love?’ Clive whispered against your lips upon pulling away but consciously choosing to stay within proximity of you in hopes that your words and love would continue to rub off on him like they have for as long as you both been lovers. You smiled, bringing your hands up to his scruffy jaw, enjoying the prickly sensation that kissed the pads of your fingertips deliciously. ‘You were just yourself my star, I was just merely captivated by your beauty and the way you treated others as equals and fell deeply in love ever since.’

‘What about now?’ Clive asked you.

You pecked his lips, ‘I’m still falling my star, I’m still falling.’

#ffxvi imagine #ffxvi imagines #ffxvi x reader #ffxvi x you #clive rosfield x reader #clive rosfield x you #clive rosfield imagines #Clive rosfield imagine #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy x you #final fantasy imagines #final fantasy 16 x reader #final fantasy 16 imagines #final fantasy 16 x you #final fantasy 16 imagine #final fantasy imagine

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the-heart-of-a-monster · 3 months

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PUTTING THE NEW PAGE INTO THIS ASK AS WELL FOR GHE FIRST TIME BECAUSE THERE IS A LOT TO TALK ABOUT WITH THIS PAGE SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME HERE

Ima start with the first panel because there’s already so much in that one single panel and it is gonna drive me nuts!

So first up, we have “Secret” Chaotix meeting room. Yes, this place is apparently being kept a secret from the public eye. This could be due to the Chaotix having to handle a bunch of super deep and disturbing cases that, if allowed to spill out into the public, would be catastrophic! Not in the sense that it would destroy the world or anything like that, but it’d certainly ruin their reputation as detectives! Don’t detectives irl have these kinds of cases too…? Or maybe I’m thinking too hard on this and it’s just the place they meet with their friends whenever Eggman does something stupid? Who knows.

I do know though that it looks beautiful and it looks like they’re actually in a room which, as an amateur artist myself, can only dream of achieving!! It looks so cool! I just… I adore your backgrounds and I can tell you put a lot of love and effort into making them, so please give yourself a pat on the back!

And maybe I’m reading too much into a single panel.

But that’s not all that we get to see!!! (No I’m not talking about the Chaotix even though I REALLY wanna talk about the Chaotix cuz they deserve more love and I’m so glad they’re here THANK YOUUUUUUUU) YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, SONIC IS FULLY CONVERTED TO DARK GAIA SONIC LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Well not fully converted, but we can clearly see that it’s taking a huge toll on his body! Not only are the markings now visible on him during the day, but it also seems to be siphoning his energy…? Kind of…? I mean, Sonic has been out cold since “Killing” Omega, and usually he wouldn’t be so out of it otherwise. And I can see a little tiny X over his Gaia eye, so… I’m not too sure, but what I am sure of is that this is BAD for Sonic. The poor guy is gonna have to deal with not only being corrupted during the day, but also at night, and that cannot be good for his psyche. It was bad enough when he had to be in a completely new body for just the nighttime, but now it’s for both day and night in its own way, and… Gosh, this is gonna be torture for Sonic once he wakes up.

Okay now onto the actually lore panels because there is so much to uncover but BEFORE WE GET INTO THE LORE PARTS OF ALL THAT LEMME JUST POINT OUT HOW PISSED SHADOW LOOKS IN THE SECOND PANEL BRO LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO PUNT CHIP INTO THE SUN FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER AND HE IS JUST SO OVERPROTECTIVE OF SONIC IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY I LOVE THIS ANGSTY EDGY BOY SO MUCH BUT I WANNA KNOW WHAT IS GOING THROUGH HIS HEAD RIGHT NOW WHY IS HE GLARING DAGGERS AT CHIP WHAT DID THIS LITTLE CREECHUR EVEN DO TO YOU SHADZ

Okay back to the lore-

So, im still gonna call Light Gaia as Chip because I still see a cute adorable fluffy fairy in those big brown eyes and I think he deserves a real name. Anyhow, Chip now is aware of him being a literal god. He says he regulates the day and Dark Gaia regulates the night. This kind of makes sense. Chip handles the sun and DG handles the moon. Think Luna and Celestia from MLP. And similar to those two as well, Dark Gaia got out of control like Luna did and created an eternal night. But this doesn’t really explain the planet splitting into a million giant pieces. (Not literally a million) Nor does it explain Chip losing his memory. Chip claims that whenever one of them falls out of line, the other will be there to pull them back together. Does this mean Chip or Dark Gaia have lost their memory before? Have the events of Unleashed happened before? How do they reign the other in?

These questions are probably gonna get answered in the next page lmao what am I doing-

Everything else is kinda sorta spelled out to us which I think is a good thing, since Chip is, in the story, explaining all of this to a group of people who had no idea about any of this for their entire lives. The poor Chaotix just got roped into this, they just want their pay. So with that in mind I don’t know what else to really cover…? Maybe I’ll notice something later on and just start spamming you with questions, who knows. For now I’m SUPER DUPER EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PAGE LET’S GO THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN CANNOT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK

hell yeah do look out for the new page on monday :3 i love ur little big analysis its always the highlight of my week to see one

btw this goes out to evecryone but the whole scene has a lot of moments for everyone else than sonic and shadow so we are winning

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #long post #text heavy #fan theories

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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Tearing at the seams

Summary: Is your life falling apart?

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of breakup, mentions of characters' death

Catch up here: The ring

If you’re completely honest, your love was born under a bad sign. You met Andy shortly after he moved to town to forget about his loss.

It was a night of passion. A simple mistake after a drunken night with your friends.

Andy is not the guy for one-night stands and you, well you aren’t the kind of woman sleeping around. Not that this is a bad thing, though. Sometimes you wish you could divide love from passion.

Instead of moving on from a one-night stand, you tried to turn sex into a relationship. At first, it worked out. Andy was charming, and a natural caregiver. He tried to make you feel comfortable and happy all the time.

Most of the time you enjoyed his attention. But sometimes, he suffocated you with his love and attention. Andy tried to control all aspects of your life; afraid something could happen to you.

You accepted his possessive side, as much as you loved the soft and caring man.

Until you felt silence spread like cancer through your relationship. Andy pulled away, and you didn’t question his behavior. You desperately tried not to ruin another relationship. He deserved happiness, and you wished you could give it to him.

Even though, you were tearing at the seams long before the incident at the house.

It was all too much.

Being responsible for someone else’s happiness while you try to not show the person you are trying to make happy that you are falling apart.

It’s not his fault. Or at least not completely.

Andy wasn’t ready to move on. Not when you met that night. Not when he tried to have a relationship with you. Nor when you wanted to buy a house together.

You should’ve known better than falling in love with a man who’s still hanging onto the past. His heart is broken, and you are not the right woman to help him move on. A dead wife and a lost child. How could you ever help him feel more than responsibility for someone else…

Another two months after your last encounter with Andy you tried to forget about the cute house you found. If you can’t have this one, you’ll try to find a nicer apartment.

Maybe it’s just not the right time to buy a house. Your finances aren’t the best, even though you try to save as much money as possible.

“Y/N?”

“Crap,” you flinch as you stand in front of the man breaking your heart. “Andy.” You clear your throat. It’s not the best day to meet him again. It was a long day, one of your co-workers got on your nerves, and on top of all that you spilled coffee all over your coat. “What brings you here?”

“I could ask you the same,” he tries to dismantle your anger with a warm smile. Andy takes your hand to squeeze it as if nothing happened between the two of you. “It’s nice seeing you here.”

“Uh-sure,” you glance around the area. How did he find you here out of all the places in town? “I was about to go home…”

“Hmm…” He nods and starts rubbing your cold hand with his gloved one. “You’re cold, and you forgot your hand gloves again.”

“Andy,” you sigh. “Please stop lecturing me. We are not together any longer. I’m not a child, and you are not responsible for me.”

“I was just worried—” he licks his lips. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said a thing. You’re right but…” Andy covers your hand with his, “I still feel more than responsible for you, Y/N.”

“Sure,” you snap at him. “If you would let go of my hand now, I’ll try to find my car.” You look around the area again. Shit, you forgot where you parked your car.

“Do you want me to help you find your car,” Andy softly says, still holding your hand. “I know you are a little…forgetful sometimes.”

“Hey, it was only once that I misplaced my keys…” You grumble. “Or forget where I parked my car. I can find it. I’m not a child!”

“Please…I,” this time Andy sighs deeply. “I’m sorry…again. It’s just…I don’t know how to stop myself from worrying about you. I stop by your workplace more than once only to realize that I cannot pick you up.”

“Andy, you broke things up with me. I called, and came to your place,” you sniffle, and wipe your eyes with your free hand. “And you went on a date with that pretty blonde. This screams I’m over my ex. Don’t you think?”

“A date?” He shakes his head. “No baby. God, she’s my broker. I was…I… fuck.” Andy swallows thickly when you look up at him with teary eyes. “She helped me buy a house.”

Your heart drops, and you choke out a sob. He bought a house without you. A home he will build with someone else. Not you. Never you.

“Great,” you bitterly reply. “I hope you find the perfect little housewife you always dreamed of living with in your new house.”

You shake your head. For months you tried to move on from Andy only to feel the heartbreak all over again.

“No—no,” he hastily says. “I bought it for you. You know, the little house you loved so much. I was looking for a way to tell you how much I miss you, and that I was a fool. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“What? I—” You sniffle. “Stop hurting me, Andy. You left and…” you choke on tears. “You can’t come here and talk about a house.”

“Y/N,” he murmurs your name. “I bought it for you. If you don’t want me there, it’s what I deserve. You can do with it whatever you want. I came here today to check if they already repaired the broken window.”

“I came here to have a look at the house again.” You drop your gaze, ashamed to admit that you sneaked around the neighborhood to look at the house you didn’t get.

“I know,” Andy sniffles too. “You’re a bad liar, Y/N.” He gently cups your face. “I’m the dumbest and worst man in this world because I hurt you. I was scared to let go of the past. But I’m not afraid to admit that I love you.”

“Andy, this doesn’t make things up to me,” you choke on tears. “You broke me…and made me feel like I’m the worst only because I wanted you to take off your ring.”

“Y/N,” he softly whispers your name. “I know I don’t deserve a second chance. Just…please…take the house. If you don’t want my heart and love, the house is all I can give you…”

>> Trustfall

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #female reader #Tearing at the seams #angst

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simonsdoll · 11 months

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Poly relationship with

Ghost and Ghostface hcs

Warning: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

Pairing: Ghost x Ghostface x fem!reader

A/n: Ghostface has been living in my head rent free and I’m not complaining thanks to a fellow whore who is getting me into slashers lately 🤭

- Ghostface was so happy when you and Ghost accepted him for the sick things he does and at one point he tried getting you both into helping him with his massacres but Ghost immediately shut that down but either way he’s happy he could come home with blood and all and tell somebody about all the messed up shit he does when he randomly disappears at night

- Let’s just say Ghostface does more than just murder his victims but also has albums of murdered people on his phone and definitely shows Ghost the images when he comes back from deployment. Things would add up for Ghost as he would scold Ghostface for leaving you all alone while he does his killings. It makes him feel bad and reflect on his actions but like the good boyfriend he is he will make it up to you by cuddling up with you and Ghost all day long

- Both of them have different love languages and love to spoil you just how you deserve. Ghostface is very sweet and loves getting you gifts but you and Ghost both know where he gets them from but would rather not question him knowing he snatches the jewelry he steals from his dead victims. Ghost is a quality type of man and enjoys having movie nights watching horror movies. The adrenaline the both guys get when someone gets killed is something they bond over every time and they do get a little judgy if the killers are just corny or stupid

- They can be very controlling whenever your going out somewhere without them and you will always be tracked down wherever you are no matter what. If for some reason you don’t disclose where or who your going out with you best believe your always going to have two masked men watching you every move and with knives of course for extra measures. They wouldn’t want some guy talking nor touching you but if they do,don’t worry, you won’t see them again. They won’t permit it as long as your theirs and that guy should know better but look what happened, stabbed to death for even daring to try

- Arguments with the guys can get very violent. They both aren’t vocal about their problems nor feelings in which they tend to resolve things physically. It would always start out with old habits of pulling out a knife when things get heated. It’s what they both do when they feel defenseless and it always continues with some swearing and yelling back and forth till you come in and end their argument. They would never under any circumstance hurt you, but when it’s just them both and an unresolved issue things are bound to get ugly

- They are both manipulative and always tend to self victimize themselves when you start to get bratty with them. Always threatening that their going to leave and never come back because of the way you treat them and the worst thing about it is that it’s true. Either Ghost would get deployed for longer on purpose or Ghostface would be in the pitch darkness letting out his anger on innocent people. It’s desperation more than anything and they would be playing mind games with you if they’re feeling petty. Calling you over and over again on purpose waiting for you to pick up the phone just to not say anything at all. They won’t stop, not until you call them back crying for forgiveness and until then they’ll give you fake sympathy,cooing your cries while your hugging them tightly as a smirk forms on their face when you plead sorry to them

- When things get down in the bedroom, they both have their ways of making you feel pleasured. Although Ghost loves to be rough, he mostly prefers you to be bare and splayed out for him so he can gently work you open for the both of them. He’s a simple man with one task and it’s to satisfy you whether it be soft or rough. On the other hand Ghostface is the complete opposite, when you have sex with him he likes to fuck you fully clothed because it’s a kink of his coming from what he killings that he does. He has a tendency to rush your orgasm and have you begging and crying for more

- Painful or not these guys will incorporate a knife into the bedroom most of the time. They have a special knife for you and use it to either excite you or scare you and most of the time it’s both. They would take turns fucking you with the handle of the knife calling you degrading names as you clench around it from the stimulation. Blood excites them both so there would always be fake or real blood involved during spicy time always bringing chills to their skin when they see you dripping in it. If it was real they would soothe the wounded skin telling you how good you did for them

- These men love it rough so when it comes to blowjobs,they would start forcing your head down without warning at a fast pace. Through all the gags and crying they wouldn’t stop until they were satisfied. Both teasing you and degrading you when you gag over their cock whispering how pathetic you are for not taking them in fully. The filthy words coming out of their mouths tainting you in arousal encouraging you to take them all the way like the good girl you are. Whether they cum on your face or mouth they always demand you to swallow every last drop of what you worked so hard for

- Ghost and Ghostface love role playing and would most likely play as killers who are stalking you in your home. The adrenaline would be rushing through your veins making sure not to get caught but unfortunately they’re both trained killers so there’s no escaping them. Once you were caught, they would punish you by fucking your throat until you can’t speak and as they do that they would remind you in a teasing tone how smart and tactical they are all while they push your head down further for being so naive and unaware of your surroundings

- Whenever Ghost is out for deployment, you both love to take advantage and tease him when he can’t be there for when you need a good fuckin. Ghostface loves to tie you up naked and take photos of you sitting there all pretty and defenseless. If he really wants to get Ghost to come home unexpectedly, he would record you both having at it so good and so rough just how Ghost likes it. Ghostface would look straight into the camera teasing and making fun of Ghost for missing out. Just to fuck with him, he would challenge Ghost by telling him how much of a better fucker he is then him. All while your loud and moaning is heard in the background proving his point even more

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Villain and Flirtatious Hero in battle. Villain is/has been abused by a very creepy intimate whumper, Hero is unaware of this. Bonus points for Hero flirtatiously pinning Villain and misunderstanding their terror. Once Hero finds out they get super protective >:) angst and fluff pls

Weird, this ask seems familiar…

part 1, written by my beloved @epiclamer

tw: mentioning non-con (touching)

Didn’t speak.

The villain didn’t speak for a very long time. What had sounded like sobbing, what had torn the hero out of their already terrible sleep, had vanished. The desperation and the sadness, the longing for some loving human connection had disappeared and once again, the hero felt clueless.

They’d rushed over to the villain’s, fully aware they were in no condition to make it to the hero’s but now, the villain was politely refusing any help, composed with the only indication of suffering being their red eyes.

“I’m really sorry for making a scene,” they said eventually. Their apartment was nice and clean but the hero couldn’t help but think of them a little out of place in their own home, especially with how messy and imbalanced they seemed.

Restless. Always restless. On the hunt. With absolutely nowhere to go. The hero had encountered a lot of people in their life who felt like this. But this was different.

This was someone who had been pushed not only close to the edge but over it. Every murder, every torture session, everything the villain had done was thanks to a higher motive the hero didn’t know yet.

Suspicion marked the hero’s entire career and suspecting they did but all in all, they didn’t feel like this was their place nor they right to do so.

“You didn’t make a scene,” the hero answered, helping themselves to some tea and filling the villain’s cup as well. However, they knew the villain wouldn’t touch it. “I’m sorry I…I’m sorry I didn’t see that you were suffering, that you were uncomfortable. Looking back at it, I should’ve known.”

The villain didn’t answer, just stared at the hot tea in their cup.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know you don’t but…it might help.” The villain looked at them, little red capillaries making them seem crazily robbed of sleep.

“It won’t.”

“You called me here for a reason,” the hero said. It broke their heart, especially because it was their enemy. Always, the villain had always been the stronger one of the two of them. Ruthless and scary. Efficient and accurate.

Seeing them panic like that…

“I was desperate.”

“Listen…whatever happened to you, whatever they did to you…it’s not your fault. The world is full of shitty people. Fucking assholes who want to take advantage where they can. What happened to you isn’t right. It’s not excusable. You didn’t deserve it. God, you didn’t deserve it.”

The villain stared at them, aghast.

“Maybe I did,” the villain said. “Maybe I deserved it. All the bad things I’ve done…maybe I deserved to be stripped off of my freedom.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I hurt a lot of people.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I am a horrible person.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“Stop saying that.” The hero stood up, eyes on their nemesis, staring into the deepest part of their soul. Into the deep part that was tearing up, breaking, falling apart. Their villain was close to crying again. “Don’t you get it?! It was my punishment, why can’t you see that? I didn’t want to be touched, I didn’t want them in my bed. I was scared and I was so fucking tired of fighting. I was so fucking tired of it.”

“And it’s not your fault,” the hero said gently. They cautiously took the villain’s hands, grip loose and soft. They squatted, maintaining eye contact. “You did nothing wrong. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

“I was too weak.”

“Another human was too cruel,” the hero said. “You’re not responsible for someone else’s actions. Someone did you wrong and I promise their life will end very soon if I should find out who they are.”

The villain was all rough, reminding the hero of shards they’d cut themselves on if they picked them up. The villain hurt other people, hurt the hero and yet…

“You may feel like this world resents you. As if this is some sick game that’s out to get you. People suck. People are horrible. Fucked up things happen and they aren’t just. They’re not fair. But, Christ. I need you to stay strong. You’re lovable. On some days you’re the only person who actually makes my day. When we work together, hell, even when we fight. I feel like I’m the strongest person along side you. You lift me up.”

“You’re joking.”

“We cannot change what happened,” the hero said. “But I know you deserve to be loved. You deserve to be held and comforted. Wounds like these leave deep scars and I’m more than willing to treat every single one with the utmost care I can come up with.”

“Can I get another hug?”

They did.

#for all those who didn’t get the comfort they deserve <3 #maybe I should start deleting asks that I’ve seen around already…#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #h/c

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ A Perfect Circle ╝

Premise: When you like the guy who likes the guy that likes you, things get a little out of hand, when a triangle becomes a circle not just one gets hurt.

Word Count: 2266

Note/warning: in this series I'm going for a bit of punk Yamaguchi, even if it isn't cannon is just my personal favorite, lol. Also he's bi here, so you've been warned, while this is not full blown yaoi or anything of the sort it does have mention of feelings for the same sex. Nothing hardcore, reader is female.

Chapter 1: Midnight Kisses

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College wasn’t easy, your time off was basically non-existent, if you had any it was mostly to complete your assignments or study for a test, that of course plus the time you had to spend in your part-time at a local coffee shop.

So when your classmate, friend and crush, asked you for help doing his hair, you had to call in sick and forgo sleeping the night before to finish an assignment just so you could hang out with him at his dorm, of course, he doesn’t know any of this.

Yamaguchi Tadashi sits beside you every Thursday in finance class.

For a while, that was all there was to say about him being in your life, however, his shy demeanor and cool appearance managed to captivate your heart from day one.

The transition from classmates to friends was fairly painless, he was funny and smart, you enjoyed his company a lot and he did as well, you were caring, helpful and smarter than him, meaning you could help him study. Great foundations for a friendship, if it wasn’t for his stupidly good looking face and those cute freckles that don’t even let you go a night without dreaming of them.

Thinking of confessing was pretty much not an option though, as when you became friends you got to learn he’s had an all time one sided crush on his best friend since high school and that friend happened to be his own roommate.

And a guy.

While it did break your heart for a while, you noticed he did like girls after all, he was open minded and gender was not one of his concerns when choosing a partner. So it wasn’t all lost, at least not for you, one sided crushes get old, and if the right person for you comes to your life they can turn to dust. Or that’s what you told yourself at least, to find motivation.

Yamaguchi had invited you over to his dorm a couple of times already and you met this other guy before, while you could appreciate his good looks and how tall he was, he didn’t seem at all like the most lovable guy out there, they barely had a conversation and it was mostly one sided as well, just like their entire relationship. It did make you feel bad for him, but it also made your heart shine with hope. He didn’t seem so hard to defeat and Yamaguchi certainly deserved better than that.

You arrived earlier than expected to his apartment, ended up taking a taxi afraid of being late and Yamaguchi was still on his way back from school; his roommate opening the door for you.

“Um, hi! I’m Yamaguchi-kun’s friend, is he back already? I’m supposed to help him with something today.” the tall blonde just moved to the side of the door letting you into their shared small home.

“He’ll be home soon, stuck in traffic.” he just nodded towards the couch motioning for you to just sit there and wait like a good girl, quietly. But where’s the fun in that?

“Tsukishima-san right?” unwillingly he just nodded once more, unplugging the kettle from the wall.

“Tea?”

“Thank you, that would be lovely.” Tsukki wasn’t used to this type of sunny smiles, while he does have women chasing his every step, he manages to kick them all away as fast as possible; none of them ever caught his eye nor made him want to even chat with them.

But this time was different. He’s heard a lot about you from Yamaguchi and he feels like he already knows you, as weird as that sounds, he didn’t feel uncomfortable around you and that was definitely new.

“I have some fancy fruit tea my mom brought the other day, would you like to try that or green tea is fine?” why was he even bringing this out? He hasn’t even thought of this damn tea for weeks, but now he was suddenly very aware of all the snacks around the house that girls might enjoy.

“Oh I love fruity tea!” a small smile crept over his face, one that could creep someone out if seen up close, but thankfully you didn’t notice.

“It’s a berry one…is that fine?”

“Yeah that’s lovely, thank you! You’re nicer than I thought you were.” chuckling, you nervously played with the tips of your hair, while you knew you’d be safe with him, this was pretty much the first time you talked to one another and were completely alone in the house just the two of you at the moment.

“Oh? Nah, you got it right, I’m not nice…” sighing, Tsukki shook his head while preparing your tea, then he brought out a tin with cute looking cookies which were not his in the slightest, yet he set a few on a small plate and handed it over to you along with a steaming mug of delicious smelling goodness.

“I mean…just look at those cookies and fancy tea! If you weren’t nice you would have left me here on my own and stay in your room eating all this goodness by yourself.” you were so delightful, he didn’t even think it was possible for a girl to be this nice to be around. No obnoxious questions or loud laughter, no flirting. Your smiles seemed real, you were truly enjoying his treats and company, no insults were needed, he could get used to this even if that on its own was a terrifying thought.

“Alright you got me, just don’t tell anyone…would hurt my reputation...” he laughed quietly and this made you smile even more. He wasn’t as bad as you thought and that was an understatement, he was actually nice and you didn’t mind one bit sharing some of your time with him.

A little under thirty minutes passed before Yamaguchi finally arrived home. He came in panting heavily, his face red with excertion as he kicked his shoes off and ran inside. “(Y/N)?”

“Yams! I’m here in your kitchen!” confused, he walked over to where your voiced echoed from, and was welcomed by a rare sight, Tsukki was sitting next to you on the other stool, both of you holding a mug in between your hands and eating some cookies while talking about turtles. Why turtles though? What did he miss? Was Tsukki smiling just now? He had so many questions.

“Are those…my cookies…?” he let out a loud gasp, an evil looking smirk covering Tsukki’s face immediately. “Can’t give her just tea, you know…I don’t own cute food….” he wasn’t mad at him for giving away his cookies, not at all, in fact he was enjoying how cute you looked with that bunny shaped cookie pressed to your rosy lips, a great use of the cookies he won at the convenience store lottery. What threw him off a bit was that Tsukki had just taken them without asking first, is something he’s never done before at least not with things like that.

“I’m leaving, have practice.” he got up from the stool, though not without giving you a soft smile and a nod before doing so, a rare sight indeed.

“Yeah….um (Y/N) is staying for the night. I think I told you already, but that’s fine right?” a part of him wished he’d get angry, jealous even, he wanted him to look his way, to feel threatened by the lovely girl spending the night with him; and he unexpectedly did look jealous, quite a lot I would say, but not for the same reason he wanted to.

“Yeah it’s fine, I left the air mattress on the couch so she can sleep better there.” when Yamaguchi looked towards the couch the front door could be heard being closed shut as Tsukki left the apartment, startling you, yet what startled Yamaguchi wasn’t the loud bang but the fact that Tsukki hadn’t just pulled out the air mattress for you, but also set up two pillows, sheets and a fluffy blanket, his fluffy warm beloved blanket, one not even Yamaguchi has gotten to touch before. Just what on earth did he miss?

Deciding on ignoring his friend’s confusing behavior he went back to you who immediately fed him a bunny cookie as to distract him from the entire ordeal, which earned a smile and a giggle from him.

“Thanks, I needed that. Sorry I came home so late I tried getting here faster but the traffic was awful..”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t have to wait for long and that tea was lovely~

So what did you need my help with?”

Yamaguchi’s hair has been getting longer and he wanted to do something fun with it before he had to cut it all off for his internship next year, “Oh yeah! Can you help me bleach the underside of my hair? I suck at it…”

“Sure! Just bleach? Or are you going to color it too?” Yamaguchi truly enjoyed the simplicity of this conversation. It was always like this with you, everything was so warm and cozy, lots of laughs and lingering looks, it felt different for some reason, like the entire opposite of the way how Tsukki is with him, he felt wanted.

“Just bleach for now. I think it’ll look cool. I also have been browsing online for tattoo artists, wanted your opinion with that too.” It’s been in his mind lately how he wanted to do something liberating, something that would mark a milestone, the day he decides to move on from Tsukki, to finally confront reality and be with someone who truly appreciates him and wants to be by his side, romantically, hopefully that person would be you.

“Oh show me, show me! Do you have an idea of what you want already?” scooting closer to him, you looked like a cute little girl trying to look at his screen, it was endearing, made him want to squish your face and made his heart skip a beat or two at the closeness.

“Just some lettering…though still not sure what I want it to say…maybe on my wrist, something I could cover if I wear long sleeves.”

“Oh this one looks nice!” the picture featured stylized lettering with butterflies on top of some letters of the word to accentuate the fancy turns and swishes, making it look like a fairytale title in some book. “Shall we get matching tattoos? It’s such a pretty style!”

This made Yamaguchi blush, his heart fluttering, while he hated the idea of matching tattoos within couples, it was such a pure hearted request it made him smile at the thought of sharing something like this with you.

“You mean like the very same phrase or like you have one half and I have the other?”

“I was thinking of the first one but I must admit the second one sounds even more cute.” you were blushing too, both of you were sporting a lovely pinkish skin tone, as you both smiled at each other like fools.

“Then lets do it! How about the lyrics of a song we both like? Would be more meaningful and only us two would know what is it about.” this was exciting, you honestly didn’t think he’d say yes, that’s usually reserved for couples, but you weren’t going to complain, is what you wanted after all.

You spent the entire night listening to your favorite bands and taking notes on phrases you both would find meaningful or interesting, eating some pizza and laughing at each other’s silliness until both ended up falling asleep on top of each other on the couch after his hair was done.

Yamaguchi opened his eyes first and noticed how you were dozing off on his shoulder. Your hand was fisting the side of his shirt while you nuzzled his arm like a cute tiny kitten. Made him want to kiss you, and that wasn’t normal for him. Since he remembers he’s only liked Tsukki, only wanted to kiss him, only wanted him. But you were making his heart burst every few seconds and you made him feel excited about the littlest things, life was brighter, happier, it was something he didn’t want to loose next semester if you end up in different classes. He wanted to move on with his life, to bring you as much happiness as you brought for him.

Unconsciously, he leaned closer and closer until your faces were only inches away, his nose pressed to yours, as he glanced down at you with a loving gaze.

His nose tickled yours and made you stir, though having him this close meant this was certainly a dream right? Why else would he be at a kissing distance? For sure a dream, so why not enjoy it…?...closing the short distance, you pressed your lips to his and he kissed you back right away without hesitating. It was a soft kiss, loving, tender, yet quite intense; lips molding with each other, hands gripping clothing and hair, cute mewls and little moans leaving each other’s lips every few seconds. In all truth you have no idea how long this kiss was, but as soon as the kitchen clock announced midnight, a loud horrified gasp and the front door slamming shut could be heard, Tsukki had come back from practice a bit latter than expected tonight and had witnessed the tail end of the passionate encounter.

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Yandere! Bonten reacting to a broken reader

Includes: Mikey, Sanzu, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Takeomi

Cw: Intense yandere themes. Implied kidnapping. Nonconsensual sex. Slapping. Mind-break. Descriptive depiction of laceration and blood. Sex/suggestive themes. Slight infantilization if you squint. Please know your limits if you decide to interact. Minors don't interact, this writing is not for you.

MIKEY

It happened slowly overtime. The way your mind shifted from fearful to content, to lackluster and lifeless. It was a subtle change too and Mikey didnt notice until it was too late. You were both on his couch watching some movie he had put on. It’d been a tough week and although Mikey’s favorite way to destress was using your body to get himself off, he could tell that you werent in the mood tonight. You behaved so well the past few days, he decided a comfy movie night was well deserved.

Youre cuddled up in his chest, and you havent said a whole word the entire time. You havent reacted to any of his light touches that he scatters around your torso. And then he starts thinking... it wasnt that your behavior this week was good… its more that you havent done anything.

No words spoken from your lips, no reciprocations of affection, theres been nothing from you and Mikey’s heart drops at the thought. He turns your head away from the movie to look at him. Hes terrified to have his guess confirmed but he meets your eyes anyway and chokes at what he sees there.

Your once vibrant look is now dull. Theres no spark of life, much less joy. Mikey knows better than anyone what its like having a dark impulse ingrained inside your mind. Its something thats an all consuming fire. Your look is much like his, something dark and deep. But unlike mikey, the fire in your eyes is dimmed to an ember. Not even a small glow escapes your visage and Mikey’s heart seizes.

He went too far this time. He isnt sure what or when or which action of his caused it, but youre broken in front of him. By the looks of it, youve been like this a long time and hes just been to preoccupied to notice. Mikeys hands come up to either side of your face and he whispers your name.

“Princess? Can you answer me baby?” When you give him no reply he squeezes your cheeks a little harder. “Come back, angel. Please come back to me.” His hands drift now over your chest and he places his palm above your heart. Maybe he’s made a mistake and you aren’t breathing? But your heart beats under his pressure and he knows that you’re alive, just unresponsive.

“Fuck.” he murmurs. “Fucking come back to me darling.” he squeezes your hips and pushes you closer to his chest. “Fucking come back, or I’ll hurt you.” He hisses the last part and his grip on your body is a confirmation of his threat. But you still blink at him with your unfeeling gaze and he knows he’s lost you. When you don’t respond to the threat of punishment… not even a flinch? He knows your gone.

“FUCK!” Mikey gets up quickly pushing you off of him. Your body tumbles unceremoniously to the floor and he doesn’t spare you a second glance. He’s muttering something quietly as his hands pull at his hair in frustration. He’ll have Sanzu come and collect you later, or maybe he’ll move you to an entirely different country and dote on you 24/7. Mikey steels himself for the actions he’ll take next. He’ll bring you up out of your depths no matter what, because if you aren’t there to love him then who will?

SANZU

You'd gotten on Sanzu’s bad side tonight. It wasn't like that was a hard thing to do anyway. You didn't break any of his rules, nor did you speak out against him. But as always, none of it mattered to Sanzu. When he was bored and thirsty for the high that came from your pain, he’d hurt you for any reason.

You’re laying on the floor curled in on yourself. Your left arm was nestled to your chest, blood trickling from the incison that ran the length of it. Sanzu had pulled out a knife, and carved his way down your arm. You dont cry anymore. No tears left to conjure and no sorrow in your soul. You just felt a deep nothingness. A hallow feeling that sank in your chest.

Usually, Sanzu leaves to let you patch yourself up, but he notices your lack of reaction and nonmoving figure on the floor. He stares at your broken figure for a second before kneeling down next to you. He goes to prop you up, and that doesnt elicit the usual flinch from you either.

“What? No tears this time?” He sneers.

Your blank stare is the only response he gets. Not even a whimper of pain from your bleeding figure.

“Gonna ignore me now too?” He grabs at your injured arm and smears some of the blood that pools near your wrist.

The smallest whisper of “sanzu” leaves your lips and he flashes you a smirk. The scars on his cheeks stretch at an odd angle, a constant reminder of your fucked up situation and the man that controls it all. He goes to pick you up, slinging your body into his hold, and you clutch at his neck as he carries you into the bathroom.

This is different. Sanzu is not one to care about how battered you are after his torture, and definitely not one to care for you himself. He thinks for a second that maybe if he left you on the floor longer, you might have gotten up to clean yourself off eventually. But one look at your dull eyes, and limp body he knows that wouldn’t have been the case for tonight. And it won’t be the case ever again. Your mind had broken, and he knows his darling is incapable of caring for herself anymore.

Sanzu sets you on the counter and goes to grab the first aid kit that was flung in the corner of the cabinet. Before he opens the kit, Sanzu grabs at your arm. You stare blankly at his fingertips as they glide up and down the skin of your arm. It’s light and mimics the touch of a lover, until he gets to the deepest part of the gash. Sanzu’s hand wraps around your upper arm and he presses deeply on the cut. Blood seeps out and the skin shifts so much from the pressure that it begins to tear even more. Sanzu’s thumb digs into the newly widened cut; it dips so far into your skin that the joint in his thumb almost disappears into your arm.

Your brain doesn’t register any of the pain. Not even a yelp or tear escapes your visage. Sanzu hums at your reaction. It sounds pleased but the haze that fills your mind makes it so that you cant tell for sure. He grabs your arm and a roll of gauze and patches up your gash. It’s a shoddy job, with blood still leaking everywhere but you cant find it within yourself to care.

“Thank you,” you whisper to Sanzu. It’s the quietest tone he’s ever heard from you before but he basks in it. Scooping your body into his arms once again, Sanzu brings you back to the bedroom and roughly tosses you onto his bed. He hovers over you, and you stare into his eyes directly. Thye’re filled with life and madness, darkness and insanity so deep it should fill you with dread. Instead your gaze only slightly contrasts with his. Yours now full of madness and darkness, it lacks all evidence of life.

“You can use me all you like, Sanzu.” You close your eyes and let him have your way with you, subjected to your fate.

RAN

Ran comes home a little earlier tonight. The sound of the door opening before 6:00 pm is quite frankly unheard of since you've been living with Ran. Normally that would instill some sort of dread in your heart. But it's been this way for a long time now. Too long. And as you’re lying back on the couch staring up at the ceiling, you know something has shifted. Within your heart or mind, or maybe a crack deep in your soul; something has been redone.

You patter up to Ran in the foyer as he's loosening his tie. You lean up on your toes and give him a kiss on the cheek, like he demands of you, and give him a hug that’s tighter than usual.

He looks down on you with an amused expression “No complaining? That’s new, doll.” You squeeze him a little tighter, burrowing your face into the fabric at his arm. And you say nothing. In fact, there’s no talk back from you the entire night, not when he places you on his lap at dinner and hand feeds you, not when he strips you and drags you into the shower with him, not when he’s got you panting against the wall, his cock deep inside you, brushing hands on your hips.

No bratty arguments, no complaints, none of it. Actually, the way you were moaning in the shower and pushing back against him makes him think you actually enjoyed yourself tonight. He leaves the bathroom to grab a cigarette and when you come back out he almost does a double-take. You’re wearing one of his long shirts and you're tugging at it, eyes shifted to the ground. He’s never seen you this… demure before. Usually, your vexing attitude is all Ran receives. Even after punishments when you're supposed to be apologetic, you’re detached and callus to Ran.

He raises an eyebrow at you, lowering his cigarette. “Ok princess, what’s this all about huh? You want something from me? Trying to butter me up because you broke a rule again?” His tall stature is towering over you but your hand comes up to brush against his bare stomach.

Your voice is quiet when you say “No. Just wanna be with you. Wanna be close.” Ran almost chokes on the smoke he just inhaled.

“You want to be close?”

“Yes..” you whisper.

Ran takes a better look at your face, one of his hands coming down to cup your cheek to tilt your head up...and it clicks. There's an emptiness in your eyes, a void or a fissure. He isn't sure which. But it's deep all the same. A smile crawls its way onto his lips. It would be saccharine if it weren't for the sadistic glint in his eyes and the pressure he puts on your wrist as he's pulling you towards the bed.

He tugs you on top of his chest and his fingernails dig into the skin of your cheek when he looks you in the eye.

“So darling, I've finally broken your shell.”

RINDOU

Rindou has been gone from the penthouse for a while now. At first, you think he’s just later than usual. It's not uncommon for him to come back in the middle of the night. So you curl up on the couch of the living room, where Rindou expects you to be when hes not home, and you fall asleep. But he isn't there when you wake up. And he doesn't come home 12 hours later. You think it’s one of his punishments from the way you spoke out against him earlier that week.

After pushing 60 hours of Rindou gone, no access to the necessities that he usually provides when hes there, your mind starts to wander. Your incessant thinking turns into worry, and it’s not for yourself. It's for Rindou.

You don’t even register that your overthinking isn’t centered around how you’re trapped on the top floor of a skyscraper with no one knowing you’re there. Your worry is centered around Rindou. Once the spiraling starts, it's impossible to pull yourself out.

What if something happened and Rindou had gotten gravely injured during a mission? What if Bonten’s rival gang finally got a one-up on him and they have him locked away somewhere? What if hes hurt and doesnt have contact with any of the other Bonten members for help?

An image of a broken Rindou laying on the ground, blood pooling under his head comes to the forefront of your imagination.For some reason your mind cant handle that thought. A choked sob rises simultaneously as your heart sinks. Rindou is the one that provides you everything. Rindou is the one who cares for you and provides you comfort when in need. It's only ever been Rindou.

When he does come home your body jumps at the sound of his footsteps. Youre curled up, trembling on the floor near the door. Staring blankly at it. When Rindou looks down at you he can see your blank, unfocused gaze. It’s not directly on him, and you don't have the energy to shift your eyes to look at him.

Rindou leans down to lift you off the floor. He’s just about to speak when your voice cuts in barely above a whisper.

“Don’t leave me Rindou.” your hands grip his jacket tightly, your knuckles turning white from the force. “Please, don’t.”

You're still shivering in his arms and that blank look is still present in your eyes. He doubts you'll even register his words when he speaks.

“I've only ever desired you, darling. You alone with me. I’m not leaving you ever again.”

KOKONOI

Kokonoi wakes you up with a gentle kiss to your temple and a flutter of his breath across your skin. Pealing your eyes open, sight still bleary, you reach your hands out to Koko. He pulls you up into his lap and kisses you again.

“Ready to start the day, baby?”

You don’t respond verbally. It’s been like this for a few days now and Koko just takes it in stride. Pride swells through his chest because he knows what this means. Your hands that reach out to him constantly now, the way your broken eyes look at him for direction.

Koko ends up doing everything for you now. And he thrives in it. He loves picking out what you’ll wear that day, helping you get into clothing, being the one to dote upon you. You’re too much into his mindset now, too broken to do any of it yourself really. He spent months giving you all your needs, helping you forget your old life, and making you believe this one was better than any you could achieve on your own. So now you rely on him for everything.

Today Koko decides he’s going to take you to his office. You’ve never met the rest of the boys and now is a good as time as ever. At least that’s what he tells himself for the reason of dragging you along. Deep down he knows that he can’t leave you alone. Your mind in this state it might be dangerous to abandon you for a whole day in his penthouse.

So Koko picks you up and brings you to the bathroom, he plops you on the edge of the tub and preps the bath and your outfit for the day. You don’t say a word to him as he cleans you up and dresses you. He’s putting on the finishing touches to your outfit, lifting up your arms to slide the pink frilly top over your head.

Koko’s hand comes up to pinch hard at your cheek. “Give me a smile, baby.” The expression you give is cracked and devoid of any emotion. It’s a stale grin that should look cold to anyone else, but he thinks you look perfect. It’s endearing to Koko, the way you can only let out emotion if he demands it. He puts his hand around your neck and tugs you close to him. Koko’s lips find the soft spot under your ear and he starts sucking at the skin there.

You’re stiff until Koko says “Moan for me, darling.” In your broken state the most you can muster is a soft mewl but that’s all Koko needs. He smiles against your skin and then pulls away. The pride in his eyes is unmistakable. Your emotional state is fully dependent upon his command and Kokonoi basks in the power he has over you. His finger comes up to thumb at the skin under your eye.

“Good girl. Some people arent meant to take care of themselves, but that’s okay. I’ve got you from now on.”

KAKUCHO

Kakucho takes you for a nice date out for the first time in what seems like forever. He had been swamped at work, and so your weekly fancy dinners were pushed to the back burner for a while. Now you’re seated in a secluded upper room of a fancy restaurant. You’re dressed to the nines, with a designer piece Kakucho had picked out for you. He lounges across from you at the table, whisky in his hand, and his gaze is narrowed.

“I wanted to talk to you about something, love.” He swirls the drink a bit and the clinking ice pulls you out of your reverie. You don’t respond, instead, your fingers pick at your dress, and your eyes are cast down to your lap.

“Your behavior recently has been… off. I know that I’ve been gone a lot more lately, but I have the cameras set up and I know you’re laying around a lot more than usual, darling. You haven’t picked up a book or cooked yourself dinner in ages. I’m worried about you.”

You turn your head to the side, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the cityscape around you two. You give him the barest shrug. Kakucho reaches over the table and turns your head to look at him.

“Cmon love, just tell me what’s wrong.” His narrowed gaze has turned into one of concern.

“Nothing Kaku, nothing at all.” You lean over and give him a light kiss on the marred skin of his cheek. When you sit back down Kakucho’s eyes are blown wide. You’ve never initiated pda before. And all of this new behavior from you the past week is beginning to weigh on Kakucho. The rest of the night prompts his worry to set in deeper.

You’re quiet for the rest of dinner, and that spark isn’t in your eyes when he buys you your favorite dessert. Later that night when he brings you back to the mansion, laying you down on his bed, your body is pliant under his. You move your arms in tandem with his, but there’s no passion behind it. When he kisses up your neck and looks at you again he realizes that you’re not initiating it any more. He’s drunk off the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him, too excited over the way your hips roll up to meet his. But your eyes don’t reflect his passion, and your touch holds a whisper of brokenness. He’s too far in deep to notice any of this.

When youve both reached your high, you curl in on yourself. Kakucho goes to tug you ontop of his body like usual after-sex ritual but you wont budge. He all but growls as he rips you around and your head flings onto his thigh. Hes shocked to see that no emotion hides behind your pupils. Not even hate or discomfort and an anger so deep trills through his body. Kakucho lifts you up and places you on his lap, anger billowing off of him and consuming your broken body.

“I spent years giving you a perfect life angel, im not going to let you just ruin it” His deep voice should scare you into responding but instead you close your eyes and take a deep breathe.

“I dont care what you do to me anymore Kakucho.” Its the most youve spoken in weeks and your voice cracks as you speak.

Kakucho ignores your obvious broken state and brings your head to his chest. “I’m the only one who could ever love you.” He whispers into your neck “I only ever want to shower you in love angel. Shower you in my love.”

AKASHI TAKEOMI

You’re sleeping in the large bed that you share with Akashi when you hear the loud bang of the door as it slams shut.

“Where’s my darling huh? Whered she go?” Akashi’s loud voice booms throughout the penthouse and its enough to jolt your body into action. Youre cursing yourself in your mind. It sounds like Akashi has come home drunk or maybe hes high off adrenaline. Neither of those scenarios bode well for you.

Your body slinks out of the bedroom and Akashis heavy gaze falls on you. His lips are parted with a cigarette, like always, and the glow from the burning tip sheds an eerie light on the scar that bisects his features. Akashi drops the cigarette in the ash tray by the door and then hes stalks over to you. Your eyes should be blown wide, you should be bracing for the impact that is Akashi Takeomi’s lust filled gaze. But youre tired, your soul is fractured, and you cant find it within yourself to care anymore.

One of his arms go around your waist and dips into your sleep shorts squeezing the flesh of your ass. The other hand grabs at the back of your head and pulls your face so close to yours that you can practically taste the tobacco on his tongue.

“Youre gonna give me what I want now baby, and I dont want to hear any fucking complaints.”

Even if you wanted to, youre powerless to stop the force of his lips. His body slamming into you and pressing you up against the wall. His lips are everywhere on your face, your neck, your chest, and you cant find yourself to push back. Not anymore. His rough hands are tossing you onto the bed and ripping your shorts off in one go. He grabs at your chin, his fingers dig into both of your cheeks and force you to look at him.

“Dont wanna wait tonight princess, so youre gonna take all of it.” The eyes that stare back at him are blank and emotionless.

He slaps your cheek hard, which usually elicits a reaction out of you but this time you barely have the strength to murmur “Okay, Omi” His lips curl in sadistic delight and he wastes no time in sheathing his cock into you. Youre not prepped whatsoever, and it hurts like hell. But no tears pour from your eyes, and no cries fall from you lips. You lie on the bed not objecting to any of Akashi’s rough advances.

After hes finished and cleaned himself up, he laughs at your broken state on his bed. Theres blood undrneath you and on your chest where his teeth bit too hard. You looked more than fucked out, and to Akashi its the only sight hes ever wanted to witness.

He stands near your body and lightly slaps your cheek. You turn your head and look at him, your eyes are a blackhole of nothingness.

“You gonna say it now?” Akashi’s hand pinches roughly at your cheek.

Your voice is cracked and emotionless when you whisper “I belong to you.”

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