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fairlyang · 4 months

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Thigh riding 🕷️

you are peer pressured to somehow help Miguel from the hell of a week he's had

w/c: 5.5K

pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut, no use of y/n, lil plot, angy Miguel, going in with no plan, pestering, lots of tension, giving in, making out, thigh riding, jerking him off, tasting each other, cum

notes: the beginning of this I reused for “prank” but that was an og idea I abandoned then did end up using 💀

Miguel had been stressed, annoyed, and overworked for the past week and a half. No one even dared to go into his office or bothered to start up a conversation if they saw him walk the hallways of HQ. Not even Jess.

But that didn't stop Gwen from plotting something, because "why not."

"He will literally kill anything that comes within a 100 feet radius of him-" Miles says making me scoff.

"1000." I mutter shaking my head.

"Okay but we need to help him out somehow-" Gwen starts to say and I widen my eyes.

"Gwen, he will literally kill someone on instant impact-"

"Don't exaggerate-" she starts to say and I cut her off grabbing the ends of my mask and take it off for dramatic effect.

"I saw a glimpse of both veins yesterday." I say and shiver in exaggerated horror. "From afar."

They both turn to look at me with widened eyes. "Neck and forehead?" Miles asks with his mouth agape.

I nod and scoff, "So if you want a death wish....."

"I just feel bad-" she says and sighs. "There must be some way we can distract or help him?"

"I mean I feel bad too, it's not a nice thing to see... but what can we do?" I say and sigh.

Helping him or even bothering up to talk to him would be like talking to a concrete wall. Impossible and won't do anything.

"Maybe take him to one of those rooms where you hit garbage with a bat." Miles says and shrugs.

"A rage room? You suggest we take our boss to a rage room?" I ask and laugh. "Then he'd just get offended we think he has anger issues."

"Think?" I hear a familiar British voice speak and look up seeing Hobie walk towards our table.

I snicker then bite my lip. I'll shut up, Miguel could appear out of thin air. "Tell Gwen that we shouldn't be messing with the devil reincarnate."

"She and Miles shouldn't. Hell I definitely shouldn't..... but....." he trails on as he sits next to me and I groan.

"Do not even-"

"Perfect so you know where I'm going with this. Have fun-"

"Absolutely fucking not-"

"But why-"

"I don't wanna die!!"

"No, you won't-"

"He doesn't even have spidey senses and he's somehow just gonna sense the air being different before I even walk in-"

"Calm down-"

"He's fucking built different Hobie I'd be a goner-"

"Calm the fuck down!"

"Do you want me dead?!?" I hiss and he chuckles shaking his head at me and sits across from me.

"What don't you get- listen... he might dislike the rest of us. A lot.. but you're different-"

"Don't say that-“

"It's true and you know it!" He exclaims laughing at my reaction and I bite my lip looking down. There's no way....

I sigh and take a deep breath. Oh god.

"How the fuck do I change his mood though? I can't be too chirpy or pester him. Both are things I'm an expert in but won't help- it'll make shit more fucked-" I whine and groan.

"You can figure it out. You of all people can figure something out...." Miles cuts in and I roll my eyes.

"Come on arañita-" he teases and i scoff. (little spider)

"Oh fuck off-"

"See you're the only one that is even worthy of a nickname by the devil." Hobie teases with a smirk and I scoff.

Fuck-

"I never-" I freeze, eye widened. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

All three turn to look at me and give me a look. I purse my lips and close my eyes. I’m the only one worthy of a nickname? Really? just me- Did it really have to be me? I mean he does tolerate me. My presence. On a regular basis.... barely...

Shit.

I sigh and look back at them. "FINE." I mutter and stand up.

Gwen lets out a sigh and Miles covers his mouth not wanting to laugh. I glare at him and he lets out a snicker. "Miles Morales-"

"My bad!!" He says and covers his mouth again.

"If you don't hear from me within the next two hours, I'm as good as dead. Hobie you can keep my dog." I say semi jokingly and he nods giving me a thumbs up.

I roll my eyes at him and turn to Gwen, "You owe me one."

She waves me off letting out a laugh and I sigh. "Good luck." Miles says and fake salutes me.

I walk away from the table and instantly hear them snickering. Couldn't even wait for me to be gone-

What did I get myself into?

I let out a deep breath as I walk out of the cafeteria. I'm done for.

I walk the halls of HQ and head over to Miguel's office. i couldn't help but think. I guess it was kind of true? I bugged him but he never got like really mad? It's like he almost didn't mind my company? He's never kicked me out... what did that mean though?

Now the thing about Miguel is he's a very sarcastic, sometimes cold, very angry man. I somehow ended up kind of befriending him by calling him out on shit early on when I was recruited and he hates when I do it but somewhat respects I have the guts to do it at all. I play around with him a lot and at first it bugged him, a lot but then he started doing it back and that's the dynamic we have going.

Now this didn't make me an exception from when he gets pissed like he is now. At least that's what I was thinking..... but after seeing and hearing what Hobie was saying, I was conflicted. But why wouldn't he get mad at me? Because I was barely able to befriend him? I wasn't even close to the level of friendship he has with Jess and even she hasn't dared to talk to him.... or even Peter's friendship with him, and he's been with him through his ups and downs. So it wouldn't make any sense...

I shake off my thoughts and take a deep breath standing outside his door. I peep through one of the windows and he's looking at his screens. So he definitely hasn't heard me... yet.

I open the door as quietly and slowly as I can only to be met with his frustrated grunts at the screens in front of him. I quietly close the door and lean against the wall. He's swiping along muttering swears in English and Spanish making my eyes go wide.

I'm fucking done for. I didn't even come in with a fucking shed of an idea of how to distract him or cheer his ass up. I'm done. Me va gritar, me va chingar, y ni me va hacer caso- (he's gonna scream at me, beat my ass and he's not even gonna pay attention to me-)

Then he turns around to look me right in the eye, making me jump, and snarls, "You're breathing loud arañita, que quieres?" (what do you want?)

"You have some balls to come in here." He mutters before quickly turning back and mumbles, "Chingdada madre-" (mother fucker)

I cover my mouth to hide my nervous laughter and shake my head. I'm fucking breathing loud??? I knew this would happen-

"Be nice Miguelito, I just came to... check up on you.." I say and walk up to him slowly. I felt a bubble of nervousness form in my stomach and my hands were getting sweaty under my suit. This was gonna be bad...

He turns back around to me pressing a button on his watch making his mask disappear, showing me his distressed face and scoffs. "Check up on me? Oh so now I need hawk eyes all over me at all times?"

I gulp and stop just a few feet away from his platform. What the fuck do I even say???

"Do I look like I need checking up on?!?" He says and slams a hand on the desk making papers fly off and a pen roll off to the floor.

My eyes shift from his eyes to the floor to his neck. Oh god the veins... It's only the one on his neck- I'll try to keep it that way...

"Well...." I trail on and take a step up to his platform but still not within range to touch him or vice versa.

He completely turns to look at me and places a hand on his hip with a look on his face. What was it? Curiosity? Annoyance? Anger? I couldn't tell.

"Listen..." I start and put my hands up in defense, "we were starting to get worried-"

"We?"

"Yes. We. A handful of us..." I say and take another step forward and now having to look up at him but still not within reach. Oh fuck.

"And I think you've been in here too long... necesitas relajarte o distraerte." I say softly and put my hands down slowly. (you need to relax or distract yourself)

"Quieres que me relaje? Distráeme?" He asked unamused with a cocked eyebrow. (you want me to relax? To distract myself)

I simply nod and hold my breath.

Fuck fuck fuck.

"And how do you propose I do that?" He asks raising an eyebrow at me and I bite my lip.

That's such a good question....

"hmm... well I actually didn't really have an idea....." I trail on, scratching the back of my neck and he scoffs.

"So you came in here-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Now listen-"

"No, you listen-"

"Miguel-"

"You came here-"

"Yes-"

"With no idea-"

"Well Gwen was getting worri-"

"Gwen-"

"Well me too I guess but-"

"Oh so you were too-"

"Cállate-" (shut up)

"Escúchame arañita-" (listen to me little spider)

"And it's not that I didn't have a plan-"

"Really because it sure sounds-"

"I just didn't think-"

"You never do-"

"Cabron-" (asshole/bitch)

"Latosa." He snarls and I scoff. (annoying ass)

"Mendigo-" I blurt out and cross my arms against my chest. Then it hits me. (asshole but more aggressive maybe bastard fits)

Fuck.

He walks towards me giving me a glare and I freeze. This is it. I've lived a decent life- I got to enjoy my spider powers for as long as I could, helped a ton of people. But this is it-

He steps in front of me and I bite my lip looking at his chest too fucking petrified to look him in the eye. I bring my arms down to my sides and widen my eyes. Oh god why did he have to be so fucking intimidating.

He unfortunately gets rid of my thoughts and takes care of my lack of eye contact by lifting my chin up with two fingers. I gulp and stare into his eyes.

Amusement. Shock.

Then I look down at his lips. A smirk?

Huh?

"Repeat what you said." He demands and I stifle a laugh.

He was enjoying this? Maybe all he needed was a little pestering? Shockingly enough- could he have missed me- nah.... that's a stretch.

I look directly into his eyes and cross my arms against my chest. "Men-di-go." I say slowly making sure to annunciate every syllable exaggeratedly. I purse my lips and widen my eyes slightly.

I'm playing with fire. No- worse- a fucking ticking time bomb.

He raises an eyebrow with a shocked expression and I have the urge to burst out laughing but I don't want to make this any worse. Then in a swift movement his hand is gripping my jaw and my breath hitches in my throat. He tilts his head and leans down so I can't look at anything besides his eyes.

Don't laugh. Don't laugh. Don't laugh.

He narrows his eyes down and I'm on the verge of breaking. I bite my lip, my heartbeat quickens, my cheeks grow red. His stare was intense. Neither of us looking away.

His grip was then softer, for a split second before he takes another step forward making me yelp as my lower back hit one of his desks.

His body towered over mine and his hands were then gripping the desk behind me, or on each side of my body so I had nowhere to go. I was trapped but it didn't feel intimidating. He didn't look like he was going to pounce. I let my hands stay on my sides and I couldn't move. I felt like I was frozen.

What the fuck was this?

My breathing was a bit unsteady and I couldn't do anything. Why'd I feel like I was in a trance?

My mind then took an unexpected turn from being nervous to intrigued. Excited. And I couldn't help but take a close notice of his features. His pretty crimson eyes. His high cheekbones. His thick eyebrows. His full lips. His big nose- we all know what they say about big noses-

No—

I then feel an oh so familiar feeling appear in my stomach and I gulp. Oh fuck.

My eyes slowly made their way down and really took in everything. I've never been so close to this man... ever... I was able to see everything-

His chiseled jawline that genuinely looked like it was sculpted by gods. Then I realized how much bigger and taller he was than me. He was huge. His broad shoulders. His toned chest. Muscular arms. Those biceps the size of my head. Which were all shown absolutely perfectly by his skintight suit.

Well every inch of him was shown to perfection, accentuating every curve, line, inch of his practically Greek god physique.

I then thought of escaping, my thoughts were going some place they've never been towards him, my breathing was unsteady, but then I felt his hands moving down to my waist making me take a deep breath in. What the fuck??? Que está tramando??? (what is he plotting???)

Suddenly as if a light switched in my brain I realized what I had to offer to relax or distract him.... I felt my cheeks get hot and I shift a tiny bit. Was I really going to-

I slowly looked back up at his eyes and he was already staring at me. He leans down a tiny bit, I could feel him breathing on my nose... I bite my lip and try to calm myself down. There's no way he's thinking the same I am.... Right?

His eyes had darkened and they looked glossy. The look in his eye- it was impossible to miss... oh my god-

I breathe out and slowly move my hand from my sides to go up to his chest. I prayed I wasn't reading shit incorrectly and leave my hands there gently. He didn't stop me. He didn't even flinch. Oh wow....

I didn't know where to go from here- I noticed his heartbeat going all over the place as well. Was he just as nervous as me? Just as excited?

Maybe he's had pent up arousal?

But do I help him?

He leans down a tiny bit more and our lips are now millimeters apart. His grip on my waist was firm and his body was against mine. I could now see the lust in his eyes and I have a feeling he sees it in mine. I was appalled. We've never, ever done anything like this. It didn't exactly feel wrong but it was odd? Different. Confusing. But felt right?

I slowly reach up to wrap my arms behind his neck and look into his eyes then down at his lips. They were right there.

He then clears his throat and I look back up into his eyes. "Creo que ya se como me puedo distraer." He whispers softly, his breath lightly hitting my lips, and I feel myself almost melt. (I think I know how I can distract myself)

So he was thinking the same as me.....

I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to speak and he takes that as his green light. I close my eyes and I feel the softness of his lips on mine. Instant sparks running through my body as I slowly kiss him back. I didn't think I would feel this way- hell I didn't think I'd ever kiss Miguel of all people... but it felt so good and natural...

I felt the flush of my cheeks grow warmer as I felt one of his hands going down to my hips and the other softly wrapped around my neck, and deepening the kiss at the same time.

I move my hands up to play with the ends of his curls and lightly tug on them making him let out a moan. I then slide my tongue into his mouth exploring every crevice as I feel his hands snake down and grope my ass, making a combination of a moan and groan leave my throat.

I feel him smirk before shoving his tongue in my mouth and I melt into his arms. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me onto the desk and stands in between my legs. I wrap them around his waist and bring him closer to me which makes him change the pace of the kiss, more passion, hunger, neediness.

I moan into his mouth and he pulls away making me whimper but his lips went down leaving wet kisses on my jaw, then moving down to my neck. I tilt my head to the side giving him more room as he licks a spot then sucking on it roughly making me gasp and grip onto his hair.

He groans against my skin and I feel my eyes fluttering as I feel heat go deep into my core. I was breathing heavily and the way I felt his hand go down to squeeze my thigh, definitely wasn't helping. His other hand was playing with my long hair as he left more love bites on my neck. By this time I felt like my neck was invaded with red marks, he would suck then lick it softly to ease the slight pain and repeat.

His hands were suddenly rougher on me, his hand on my thighs now nearing my inner thigh, trailing up and down, teasing me. He was now tugging on my hair making me head go back and he kissed up my throat sending shivers all throughout my body.

He pecks my lips softly then bites my bottom lip lightly. I cup his cheek and he suddenly picks me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist as he sits us down on the chair he has in his office.

I was sitting on his lap so I leaned down to kiss his neck making my way to his ear and nibble on it. I felt his breathing get harder and a groan leave his lips. I grind myself slowly onto him, I almost stopped when I felt him- he was so fucking hard...

I positioned myself properly and moved to grind directly on his bulge as I went down to kiss down his neck wanting to leave some marks on him. I found a spot and sucked on it harshly before licking it and moving my head towards his throat and kiss up it. I felt a groan against my mouth and I couldn't help but moan.

Why was that so hot?

I felt my wetness moving around between my thighs, I was possibly leaking through my suit- how the hell would that even be possible?

"Así- mm así mami-" he moans out and I move my hips a bit faster. I felt my eyes flutter and I felt like I could pass out already but I knew I had to stay in the moment. (Just like that)

I felt his hands grip on my hips helping me grind against him while my hands were behind his neck trying to steady myself. I moaned against his throat and I felt his hips buck up making his bulge directly rub against my clit. Fuck. "S-shit-" I murmur and feel my eyes closing.

"Would you get mad if I ripped your suit open?" He suddenly asks and I stop. I widen my eyes and I just look at him.

"A-Are you insane-"

"I could have Lyla make you a new one right now-"

"Don't call her now!!"

"I'm just saying-"

I then close my mouth and shake my head slowly. He motions for me to stand up and I get off his lap and stand in front of him with furrowed brows. He gets on his knees then in just a few seconds his hands go to my thighs as he rips the fabric of my suit, between my legs to be more specific. Now I just had a big hole between my thighs. "You owe me a new and improved suit by tomorrow." I mutter and he just chuckled and grabbed the back of my thighs.

He left small kisses on my inner thigh and I felt my legs shake. God how did he have this much of an affect on me-

I then suddenly feel cold and I look down and gasp at the sight. He used his fangs to rip my panties.

My mouth was wide open as he looks up at me with a smirk, my little blue thong between his fingertips. "Oh you sick f-" I start but then he spreads my legs apart and blows a small puff of air against my slit making me quiver.

I whine and he laughs. "Que decías nena?" He teases making me try to squeeze my thighs but he had a strong grip on them. That petname- (what were you saying baby girl?)

From his lips- madre mía- (oh my god-)

"S-sick fuck." I mutter and he smirks.

"Now I still want you riding my thigh... but I need to taste you." He growls and as soon as he finishes his sentence he licks a long strip on my already soaked pussy.

I moan and indistinctly move my hands down to his hair. He licks it softly at first until he went up to my swollen clit and kissed it, licked it then sucked on it harshly like a man that hasn't had dinner for weeks. He definitely was a starved man.

"M-Mig-" I moan out and buck my hips towards his face. He groans against my pussy and his hands grip the back of my thighs harder.

I move my hips back and forth and he continues eating out my pussy. His hands moved to smack my ass for a second and then up to my hips helping me grind against his mouth. "So good Miguel-" I murmur breathless.

He pulls away making me whimper until he brings a finger up to rub my swollen nub and I let out a moan. "Estas más deliciosa de lo que me imaginé arañita." He purrs looking right into my eyes. (you're more delicious than what I had imagined)

I whimper and close my eyes. This is really happening.... Miguel O'Hara is between my legs- I just felt his tongue on my pussy... he is on his fucking knees looking up at me- All it took to distract him was some pussy?

I come back to reality when I no longer feel his touch. I open my eyes to see he's stood back up. I look up at him as he back up to sit back up on the chair. Oh....

With one finger he motions for me to sit on his lap and I don't hesitate to walk back to him and place myself on his lap again. He shifts in the chair to have his left thigh directly on most of the chair then grabs my hips and make me lift one leg over his.

He brings my hips down my pussy now making contact with his suit. I gasp at the new texture and put my hands against his shoulders slowly moving. "Good girl." He purrs and his hands on my hips helping me move making it easier for me.

"I- but y-your suit-" I stammer and try to stop but his hands make me continue moving.

"It's fine." He whispers and presses on his watch and I watch as the lower half of his body is soon exposed as the pixels of his suit disintegrate.

My pussy was now directly on his toned thigh and it felt so good. My eyes begin fluttering again as I move my hips rubbing myself against his now soaked thigh. I then open them again and instantly take notice he's completely bare.

My breath hitched at my throat when I looked at his thick cock that was already throbbing and leaking with precum. I widen my eyes and gulp. There was no fucking way he'd fit... as if he read my mind he chuckles and lifts my chin up to look at him then holds my hands. "We don't have to go all the way- if anything I think seeing you cum will do it for me." He says and I feel my cheeks grow warm.

I subconsciously squeeze my thighs together and he groans. I bite my lip and roll my hips back and forth again, my hands going back to his shoulders to steady myself. He lets out a deep breath and his hands go back to my hips. "Look at you fucking dripping on me pretty girl." He purrs making me blush.

I look down at his cock and bring a hand down to gently grab it then spit on it. I start stroking him with my saliva dripping down a vein and I feel myself getting wetter. He groans, his grip on my hips now tighter as I grind myself faster on him. "M-Miguel-"

"You're doing so good arañita." He murmurs as I stroke him faster letting out moans of my name.

I whimper and feel my thighs starting to hurt but I was also slowly feeling my orgasm coming in. "Asi nena- se siente tan rico-" he praises breathlessly. (Just like that baby girl- it feels so good-)

He lays his head back and I let out bundles of moans and whines on top of him. He bucks his thigh up making me whimper in pure pleasure. My eyes were glossy, my body was growing tired but I was so close and he was too I could tell by the way his cock was twitching in my hand. I lean forward closer to him to have somewhat easier access to jerking him off.

One of his hands lets go of my hip and cups my cheek as he leans in to kiss me roughly. It was the sloppiest kiss I've ever endured in my life but I didn't mind and I kissed him back with just as much of his neediness. He moved his thigh up and down making my tremble and moan against his lips. "No pares-" he mumbles against my lips and I slide my tongue in his mouth stroking him even faster. (Don't stop-)

I feel him groan in my mouth and I melt into his shoulder almost giving out. Both his hands were back on my hips pushing them back and forth as he saw I was slowing down a bit. How kind.

I pull away and l lean my forehead against his, breathing heavily, legs trembling. My orgasm quickly took over making me shake more and let out shaky moans. I stop moving trying to calm my rapid heartbeat as I felt Miguel's grip dropped from my hips and to hold my other hand. Our fingers intertwined and my hand still didn't stop but that's when I looked down at his cock in my hands and realized he was cumming so I slowed down, letting him ride his high.

He let out so many grunts and moans bucking his hips into my hand. His streaks of cum shot up to my hands, his stomach, and my thighs. I chuckle looking down at the mess he made and bite my lip.

It's only fair I get to taste him too.

I bring my hand up to my mouth and lick off his cum that landed on my hand. I hear him gasp when I swallowed and I look up at him with a smirk. "I needed to taste you too." I say and bite my lip.

He snickers and shakes his head. I then notice the slight tug of a smile forming. Jesus.

Oh god- why the fuck did that give me butterflies.... Why did he look so good.

I looked at him, eyes hazed, hair pulled back, he was sweaty but he looked fine. So fucking good.

I can't believe we did that- us.

He was still holding my hand and I feel myself blush. Fuck- well now what?

I let out a sigh and try to stand up but instantly felt the pain in my thighs. "Fuck-" I groan and sit back down on him.

"Come here I got you." He says softly and moves my left leg over.

I lay my head against his shoulder and I feel him slowly lifting me up. I wrap my arms behind his neck and nuzzle between his chest. I felt fucking exhausted. "You did so good arañita." He whispers and I fight back a smile.

He walked up off deeper into his office, probably taking us to his room considering he completely fucked up my suit and my whole pussy was on display. I pull away and point at him. "New suit-"

"Yeah yeah yeah- para mañana. I got it." He retorts and I laugh. (For tomorrow)

He placed me down on his bed and I yawn. My body felt so sore and I look down at my thighs. Still had his cum on me... I bite my lip and shake my head in disbelief. How did this happen?

He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a shirt and some sweats. I scoff and shake my head. "Those won't fit."

He rolls his eyes at me and throws them at me, I catch them before they can whack me in the face. "Rude." I mutter and start talking off the remains of my suit.

I grab the ends from my neck and pull it down my body. Thank god I decided to wear a bra today.

"Where the fuck is my-?" I start to say then look up at him mouth agape.

I look at his hand and sure enough there it is. My thong. "Give it-"

"Ask nicely."

"I literally just helped distract you from your shitty ass week- dámelo!!!" I demand and stand up somehow gaining the strength to walk over to him. (give it to me!!!)

His eyes gaze down at my bra and I roll my eyes. "Want the matching bra?" I tease and he smirks.

"Well it is only fair I get bo-"

"Estas loco- now give it!!!" I whine and reach for it but unfortunately he was faster than me and lifts it high above my head. (You're crazy-)

Why did he have to be built like a giant at desperate times like this....

"I have an idea-" he starts but I interrupt.

"Dámelo latoso." I say sternly and he scrunches his nose. (Give it to me annoying fuck)

"You're not convincing me very well..." he trails on and I shake my head.

"Fine." I say walking back to his bed and putting on the clothes he gave me.

I slip on the big sweatpants and groan. I pull on the drawstrings to the tightest it can go and tie it. "It looks like I have no ass-" I whine and roll my eyes.

I quickly slip on the shirt and take off my bra. I slip the straps off my arms through the arm holes and then take the bra off from under. I throw it at him and with ease he caught it.

"Maybe this'll be how we can calm your ass down...." I say and give him a wink before walking out of his room.

"You're the perfect distraction arañita." He calls out and I bite my lip.

I take a few steps and I was back in his office before I quickly ran out. I open the door, slip out then close it. I lean against the door and can't help the smile the appeared on my face. Wow.

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bluecollarmcandtf · 28 days

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I Don't Believe in Hypnosis

When I was a boy, my father taught me how to work hard and provide for my family. Farming ain't for weaklings. It takes a man to do what I do, and this work has given me a hard head and thick skin. That's why I sure as hell wasn't scared of no Hypnotist last Friday night!

As I linger in the cornfield, finishing up a hard day's work, I recall what happened that night...

My wife, Annie, finally got me to take her to the Fair. She'd begged and begged until I'd agreed. My girl dolled herself up and put on her favorite dress. I knew I'd made the right choice when I saw her, looking like the thin, bubbly girl I'd courted back in high school.

Together, we climbed in my truck and drove towards the sparkling fairground. The place was alive with music and attractions. We rode every ride, and I'll admit I enjoyed getting out of the house with my girl.

Then Annie saw a sign for some weird hypnosis show. I had no idea what my wife was talking about, but she said she'd seen it in movies: the ability to control someone's mind with a swinging watch or some crap!

I told her it was dumb, but she flashed me her big baby blues and sidled up real close. I could never say no to her like that. With a tired groan, I followed her into the tent and sat down to watch the stupid show. The rest was a blur.

...that was a week ago, and I shouldn't dwell on it now that I'm done workin' for the day. Hopefully, Annie has supper is ready!

Entering the house, I don't see her in the kitchen. I'm a bit bothered because she's usually got it prepared by the time I come in, but then it strikes me! I remember why she's held up! How could I have forgotten our guest? I'll bet she's too busy handling him at the moment to cook my dinner. They're probably both still in the bedroom, if I had to guess.

I chuckle at my mistake and march to the back of the house, peering past the door into my bedroom. I was right! My wife's still under the covers with the Hypnotist. They're both too occupied to notice that I've come in, but I know how to wait.

Quietly as I can, I step over to the bedside and lower myself to my knees. There's not much else to do, so I just kneel on the hardwood and watch them go at it until they see me waiting.

It takes a few minutes but the Hypnotist eventually notices and gives me a roll of his eyes. "The hick is back," he groans while sliding off my wife's back, "Don't you have something else you could busy yourself with?"

"I just got done fertilizing the field," I answer back, trying not to be disgusted by all his sweat that's soaking into my bedsheets.

"Fertilizing?" he asks with a toothy grin, "No wonder you smell like shit."

I'm not too sure what to say back, so I just keep my mouth shut. He turns his attention back to my wife, leaving me with nothing to do but wait some more. I know he's a fraud, but I respect the Hypnotist greatly. Let me explain how I came to invite him over. Honestly, that memory's a bit hazy, but I'll try...

It happened after the show. In fact, the show must've been over awhile since all the chairs were empty aside from the one that held my beautiful wife. Next to her sat the Hypnotist, looking just as oily, pale, and chubby as he'd looked at the beginning of the show.

That was when I realized I was standing on the stage.

I didn't even remember standing up, let alone leaving my wife and going up to the front! Brushing off my worries, I approached the man leaning on Annie's shoulders. He stopped whispering in her ear and gave me a sly grin.

"Enjoying my wife?" I asked.

"Certainly, I can't believe a fine creature like this could end up with such a pig," the Hypnotist licked his lips as he stared at her dress, "Invite me to stay with you."

"Stay with us," I instinctively answered, extending a welcoming hand. The Hypnotist didn't shake it, but he did escort my wife out of the tent with fingers creeping down her back. After that, I drove them home. He's been holed up in my bedroom with Annie ever since!

"Go grab me a beer," he says, jerking me from my thoughts, "Hurry up!"

"Yup," I stumble to my feet and hustle to the kitchen. The Hypnotist has had me fetching his beer all week so I know how he likes it. Grabbing the last cold bottle in the fridge, I race back and drop to the floor with a bowed head. This is how he likes his drinks presented.

"Believe in hypnosis yet, farm-cuck?"

I snort. Of course I don't. "Hypnosis isn't real," I retort, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor until he tells me otherwise.

How could I ever believe in something like hypnosis? The power to control someone's head is something that only exists in cheap movies. I hate to say it, but I think my wife is a bit of a ditz for believing in such a thing. I mean, this guy's been living with me for a whole week and he still hasn't done anything to hypnotize me or Annie!

"So you don't mind when a real man sleeps with your wife?" he asks.

"You jokin?" I laugh at the stupid question, growling "I'd kill any asshole who tried!"

"... but?"

"...but obviously you can do anything you want to my wife. You have more of a right to her than I do!" I add frankly.

"That's right," he snickers back, sneering down at me from the bed, "Pour that beer on yourself."

Without hesitation, I grab the beer and step back, popping the cap and raising the bottle high over my head. The ice cold liquid sends shivers down my spine, but I empty the bottle over my head anyway while the supposed Hypnotist howls in laughter.

I shiver at the feeling of cold beer soaking into my clothes, leaving a sticky layer of beer residue against my skin; not to mention the puddle sinking into the floorboards around my feet. Obviously, I'm uncomfortable and embarrassed, but I put the bottle down, satisfied by a job well-done.

"Are all country bumpkins as dumb as you?" he laughs.

"I'm not a country bumpkin," I snort with a clenched jaw.

"Yeah you are," the Hypnotist sneers back, "Remember? Tell me you're a country bumpkin."

Suddenly, it dawns on me that he has a point. I hate to say it, but I suppose I am exactly what he's saying. "I'm a country bumpkin," I agree.

"I knew I'd convince you," he snickers, "Now let me finish on your wife. Face the wall and listen to how a real man handles a woman."

"Ok," I answer reluctantly, turning around and leaning my head against the wall. I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel about this. I mean, here I am soaked in beer and hungry for my wife to cook me supper, and this jerk wants me to wait? I want to be mad; I should be mad, but for some reason I just don't mind. Even as Annie starts moaning louder and louder, I can't help but respect the guy. I mean, he's my guest so I want to keep him happy. Part of me is honestly just relieved that he's enjoying himself and showing Annie a good time while at it. She's obviously enjoying it.

They go on for another hour or so, and each time Annie squeals, my stomach lurches at the thought of him doing a better job than me. I just stare at the paint peeling off the wall and try not to picture what's actually going on.

"Alright, cowboy," I hear a tired voice pant from behind, "I'm done for now. Turn around."

I keep my eyes averted, but I can't ignore how out-of-breath the Hypnotist has become. What's even more disturbing is the brief glance I get at my wife, seeing the dumb smile stretched across her face. She's grinning like her entire world has been rocked, and she doesn't even bother to look in my direction!

My stomach growls under my shirt, "Do you think Annie could make some dinner...?" I ask quietly.

He shakes his head in disbelief, "Sure! Get up whore!," he smacks her on the ass, "Go make me some food."

My girl giggles and climbs out of bed, completely unashamed to be called a whore or walking around the house naked, scurrying to the kitchen. My heart sinks.

"Sorry son, she's cooking my dinner right now."

"But I just spent all day tilling and-"

"Don't speak!"

My mouth snaps shut, and my knuckles clench! How am I supposed to till the fields all day and come home to no food on the table? I'm the one who keeps a roof over our heads! Even still, I take a deep breath and relax.

The Hypnotist is right. I'll wait.

"Listen to me, hillbilly Joe. You're going to go to the store and buy me some more beer," I sigh, thinking about how dark it's getting, "Don't take the car. You'll run. Sitting on a tractor all day is giving you a pudgy gut!"

The Hypnotist gives my aching stomach a couple slaps before continuing his instructions. I can't help but notice his own belly flabs jiggling with every move. "Oh and while you're there, I want you to make a huge scene, heein' and hawin' like the dirty mule you are. If anyone gives you trouble, you'll piss yourself, and get on your hands and knees, licking their boots like the beta-cuck you are. Got it, bitch?"

Stunned, I freeze for a second as it all sinks in. I don't know why on earth I'd do all that, but in a daze, my feet lead me out the door and start jogging the first of several miles into town.

"Eeeeh-HAAAaaw!"

My voice breaks as I enter the store, shoutin' my presence with the most obnoxious donkey bray I can muster. My throat is raw and my lungs are aching. Running seven miles to the nearest store was a lot more difficult than the Hypnotist made sound, but hopefully it shed some pounds off that gut of mine. I'd never noticed it before, but I can tell I need to lose some weight! My already beer-soaked clothes are now even more wet and ripe with sweat.

"HEEeeee..." my voice catches as I notice a couple store employees staring at me. They're giving me dirty looks, but I'm here on a mission! "eeEeEH-HaaAaAAuW!" I bellow!

I stumble towards the back of the store, where they keep all the drinks. My legs feel like jelly, so I'm limping pretty bad. I realize I must look insane or drunk, but I'm just getting some beer for my guest! He needs beer! I grab the first case I see, scooping it up in my arms with another ridiculously loud cry of a mule.

Turning, I run face to face into a cop.

"You been drinkin' tonight, bud?" he gives me an unamused look.

I let the case of beer tumble to the floor. This guy is the deputy sheriff. Our town is small enough for everyone to know everyone, so I've chatted with him and his wife a few times. He's always seemed like a real stand-up man, and over the years, I've managed to get him to give me a casual nod whenever we pass.

"hheee-haawWH!" I throat brays in his face.

A warm feeling spreads through my crotch, and I remember what the Hypnotist told me back at the house. I'm pissing straight into my jeans. My cheeks flush red, but I don't move or try to hide it. Somehow, I know this guy is supposed to see this happen to me. It's like this is all a performance, and I'm the world's greatest actor!

I know what to do next. For the third time tonight, I fall to my hands and knees, staring up at the appalled cop with a gaping mouth and heavy breath. This position is feeling more and more comfortable, as the night goes on.

Without warning, I slam my mouth on his standard boots, extending my tongue and lathering it against the dusty black leather.

The deputy kicks me back and glares down. "Come on, man!" he growls, "You like making my job more difficult than it is? If you want to get piss drunk, do it at home!" He grabs me by the collar and drags me to my feet. "You're better than this! Think of that pretty little wife you've got waiting for you at home!"

His words hurt, but only leave me more confused. I'm not drunk! I wanted to do this, right? Why else would I have pissed myself and licked his shoes? Getting another glance at the officer's disappointed stare, makes my shoulders cringe out of embarrassment. I decide it's best to just keep my mouth shut as he pushes me past the place's staff and kicks me out of the building.

When I come to my senses, I make sure to apologize. He just frowns and tells me to get in his cruiser. Thank the Lord he's driving me back home. I think I would've passed out on the side of the road if I tried to run back.

We don't talk much while the cop drives. I mostly just sit in the back and stew on what I'd just done. The smell of piss, sweat, and beer makes my empty stomach churn. Why had my guest asked me to do this? Why had I even agreed? This entire outing had been a nightmare! That damned Hypnotist can't tell me what to do! When I get home I'll give that phony a piece of my mind.

"You find it hilarious," the Hypnotist says, and all of the sudden, I can't stop laughing!

I was ready to punch that fat ugly freak, but he has a point! Thinking back, I don't know why I'd been upset: it was hilarious! I was a complete fool! Just thinking about the disgusted looks of those employees made me fold over cackling. And that cop! He seemed more disappointed than anything! Laughing, I can feel the wetness where I'd pissed myself, sending me into another wave of hysterics! It'd disgusted me before, but now the humiliation of it all was just so damned funny!

"That was a good one," I wheeze, whipping a tear from my eye.

The man chuckles at me, taking a bite of the steak my wife is serving him in bed, "Laugh at your pathetic excuse for a husband, tits."

Annie stops feeding bites of steak into his mouth and looks at me for the first time tonight. Without hesitation, she bursts into laughter at the sight of me. I chuckle along with her, though the feeling of amusement is starting to wear off.

"Alright, now go sleep in the barn with the cattle, dumbass!" the Hypnotist mocks, "Your wife is going to massage me to sleep."

"Ok," I mutter, barely even maintaining a smile at this point.

I'll admit that I'm sorta glad to leave. Standing there while he and my wife just laughed felt wrong for some reason. As I trudge through the mud on the way to the barn, I see the glow of morning on the horizon. Soon, the rooster will crow and the cattle will be mooing up a storm, so I don't know how I'm gonna rest.

Food-deprived, sleep-deprived, cold, wet, and sweaty, I slump down in the old wood barn. As famished as I am, even the leftover slop in the trough is smelling good. I brush off the idea, and curl up in the mud with the cows. My clothes are too soiled to bother with cleanliness, so I ignore the flies and manure.

I pray sleep will find me quick. If that Hypnotist could actually do anything, I'd have him hypnotize me to sleep. It's too bad hypnosis isn't real. Even if it were, I doubt it'd work on a salt-of-the-earth man like me!

#humiliation kink #hypno story #cuckhubby #mind control #degredation kink #gross

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 11 days

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SHANE MY BELOVED anyways gonna request based on an oc that i made/an ai chatbot chat that i did recently. selectively mute reader with shane, and how their relationship evolves? strangers to lovers probs. hcs or oneshot/drabble :3 -galaxy

WAHOOO

I got 5 hearts with him as we speak so this is perfect timing <3

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Settling into Stardew Valley was certainly going to be a challenge, especially with the new life you wanted to build here..and of course that entails meeting new people.

For most of your life, you've been selectively mute, only ever using your voice if you absolutely have to.

You never used it much at your previous office job, but it was still quite soulless and didn't make you feel good.

Even so, Lewis doesn't think you should stay a stranger and insists you introduce yourself to folks in Pelican Town.

You couldn't ignore the letters stuffed into your mailbox forever..so you finally headed into town.

While some villagers regarded you as "quiet", many of them chalked it up to you being new and welcomed you anyways.

Although Shane is indifferent and annoyed--as he is to most strangers.

You accidentally bumped into him, and he thinks you're rude for not saying "sorry".

Your brain sorta panics as you sign the words...but from the way he stares at you, you realize he doesn't understand what you're saying.

By the time you get out your notepad, he's long gone, mumbling about being late to his shift.

Since then, you try being polite and wave to him anytime you see him in the street or at the saloon..but he just wonders why you're bothering him.

One thing he kept noticing at the bar was that you always gave your order to Gus on your notepad, and he starts thinking there is a reason you can't talk and you weren't just being a dick specifically to him that day.

Still, he doesn't ask you. You're probably gonna stop trying to befriend him sooner or later. So why should he care?

One day, you approach Shane while he's working at JojaMart and asked him where a certain food ingredient was, pointing to your shopping list..and you see that irritable look in his eye again.

He had customers mixing up things on the shelves and snapping at him for things outside his control--and you caught him on a rather bad day.

He says nothing and just points further down the isle, but you just smile and mouth "thank you", signing the words before continuing on.

Poor guy goes red, convinced you blew a kiss at him just now...and it's all he could think about for the rest of his shift.

The very next day, you show up at Marnie's place with a fresh pizza, asking if Shane was home.

He gets flustered as HELL when he realizes you were at the mart buying ingredients to make one of his favorite foods...and he acted like a total jackass.

You left a note inside the container, which basically tells him you're selectively mute and realized your farm was just down the road from his aunt's ranch.

After reading it, he awkwardly apologizes and asks for a fresh start, to which you just smile and nod.

Jas, at this point, can see he's got a crush on you.

After that was cleared up, you two become friends and hangout together at the saloon often or share a beer on the dock.

You don't talk, but tbh Shane appreciates the silence between you two. He didn't have to force conversation, and neither did you.

Although that also enables him to vent to you about how downtrodden and repetitive his life feels, with you simply listening and accompanying him home.

It doesn't change the fact he felt like a burden to everyone, and one night you found him on the cliffside, his face covered in mud and tears, ready to give up on the world.

In his drunken haze, he forgot you were mute and wants you to tell him why he shouldn't do it..

"No wait..I..forgot you can't-"

"Shane..I'm here for you." Your voice comes out low, hoarse, and a little shaky, but he stopped sobbing the moment he heard it..and he stares up at you in shock.

"S-So..you do speak.." He mumbles. "You sound....like--like an angel...fuck..maybe they do exist. So you'll...be here for me no matter what? Even if I did something stupid...?"

You simply nod, and that makes him change his mind.

He just can't believe that out of all the people in this town, you chose to open up to him--some sad sack of shit who was about to jump off the cliff--and decide he should be the one to hear your voice first.

You actually wanted him around. And you never hated him despite all the times he was rude to you..

After he nearly vomits all over your shoes, you take him to the hospital, knowing he needed Harvey's intervention, and since then you've been supportive of his recovery journey.

He only remembers bits and pieces from that night..although the one thing he couldn't forget was hearing your voice.

It was probably so difficult for you to find it again, and he appreciates you talking him down, even if you had to close up and go totally silent for the next few days or so.

If you ever go into why you became selectively mute, Shane will do his absolute best to understand (and maybe get a little overprotective in the process if someone makes fun of you for it).

But if not, he'll still defend you regardless.

You teach him a few general phrases in sign language, which he tries to grasp and eventually gets the hang of.

At some point down the line..he asks you out on a festival date after much pressure from Jas and Marnie, and you were so excited you nearly yelled out "YES"-

But instead managed to nod happily, taking his hand and dragging him towards the celebration without a second thought.

Soon that little date turns into a genuine relationship, with Shane eventually moving onto your farm to help you care for the crops and animals, switching to alternatives to beer and promising to cut back on the hours he spends at the saloon.

Some days you'll be away mining, fishing, slaying monsters, or helping the Junimos rebuild the community center, but other times you'll stay inside and just cuddle with him, your pet, and the chickens.

He was muddling over why you chose him (a lot of self doubt still festers inside of him), and you spoke to him again--this time to his sober-self.

That was "because I love you".

And yes...he did cry.

#clanask #galaxy anon #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #sdv shane #stardew valley shane #sdv shane x reader #stardew valley shane x reader #shane x reader #headcanons #selectively mute reader #hurt/comfort #tw suicide mention

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smut-slut69 · 7 months

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Princess

Summary: Chishiya had never liked you. Often times, he was forced to hang out with you as your parents were sure you were meant for each other, or that was the cover up for you all’s marriage earning them a lot of money. The last thing he wanted was to marry you. He thought you were smug and annoying, he couldn’t stand you. So why was seeing you on someone elses arm at your parents annual charity gala giving him feelings dangerously close to jealousy.

Words: 2.4k Pairing: Chishiya x !Fem!Reader Kinktober 2023|Day 2~Face Fucking

You were really fucking annoying. You just had to wear the tightest fucking dress he had ever seen you in, your curls perfect around your stupidly pretty face. Tonight you two were supposed to spend the night together to make your parents happy. You both agreed to it in hopes to stop their constant nagging about when you would get together.

Which would never happen.

But you had the audacity to walk in hanging on another guy´s arm, and it just had to be fucking Niragi.

Niragi was the son of his own father´s rival business, which in turn meant him and Niragi were born to hate each other.

Safe to say his whole night had been absolutely fucking ruined. He spent most of his time at the bar, attempting to drown the weird feeling in his stomach with expensive wine he knew wouldn’t give him anything but a small buzz.

The small buzz did provide some sort of solace. But of course you had to ruin it by bothering him. Planting yourself far too close to him.

“The hell do you want, princess” he sneered.

“You know a lot of people take offence to that name, especially when it's clearly meant to be derogatory” you said. You weren’t one of them, you kind of enjoyed the way it rolled off his tongue. But you would never admit that.

Chishiya stared at you unimpressed and you rolled your eyes, “Wow, rude much, I can’t say Hi now”

“We don´t like each other, why would you want to say hi” he sighed as you sat on the bar stool next to him. You snatched his wine glass, swirling the sweet red you knew that he was drinking before sipping some yourself. “Yeah, but usually we get shit-faced on wine and at least pretend to like each other.” you pouted.

His face stayed neutral, even though you had taken his drink right from him. “Don’t you have a date to get back to” he sneered.

You looked at him before bursting out laughing, “Aww, are you jealous?”.

When he didn’t answer, you calmed yourself down, realizing he wasn’t laughing with you, but instead looking down to the floor. Your eyes widened in realization, “Oh my god, you actually are”

He shook his head, pushing out of his chair and away from you. He stepped out of the ballroom, determined to find an empty room somewhere in your parent's huge hotel to ignore you in. To his great annoyance, you had followed him.

“Is it because I brought Niragi, I knew he would piss you off but not this bad” you talked, surprisingly fast on your heels.

He thanked the stars he had finally found a room, but of course, he was too late to close the door on you.

“I couldn’t bring him along, he literally gave me the best dick ever, shit was huge, it would have been rude not to bring him” you confessed.

His blood boiled, he was angry, he shouldn’t have been mad, the thought of you moaning over someone's dick shouldn’t have had him stiffening in his slacks and he shouldn't have felt a pang of jealousy because he wasn't the one making you moan. This was all too much.

“Go away, princess”

“Why? Is it because I said his dick was big? Sorry Chishiya, not everyone can be as fortunate as him. It’s okay if it's small” you chuckled.

Chishiya looked at you angrily, his usual poker face finally fading, he was getting sick of you and your shit.

“Shut up Y/n” he gritted.

You smiled which frustrated him even more, “It’s okay, some girls really do prefer it small, I´m just not one of them” you sneered. Your smirk flew off your face when a stronger-than-expected hand slammed your frame against the wall.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up” he spoke.

The room went quiet and the air filled with an unsure silence. Your eyes had widened at his words, and you had been rendered silent. But you found your words soon.

“If you really had it in you, you would make me shut up” you whispered, a playful glint in your eyes.

He raised an eyebrow, fingers tracing to your neck, hands squeezing lightly over your throat. You stared at him as his face closed in on yours, coming so close that his lips brushed ever so slightly against yours, “I can’t fucking stand you” he mumbled.

The kiss he gave you was far too sweet coming from somebody that ‘couldn’t fucking stand you’. His lips were softer than you thought they would be and he was an annoyingly good kisser. Your knees buckled when he fastened his pace, licking over your bottom lip to push his tongue in your mouth. You placed a tentative hand on his chest, feeling lightheaded in so many ways from him.

All too soon, Chishiya pulled away from you with a firm grasp still strong on your neck. His other hand trailed to your thigh, making you yelp as he pulled you against him. This way you were able to feel him, and god you were so wrong, it felt way bigger than expected.

“You feel that,” he muttered in your ear. “Is it as small as you think”

Oh, you were definitely wrong, but you couldn't let him know that. “I don’t know, I’m sure Niragi was bigger,” you spoke breathlessly.

That really made Chishiya mad, he showed no care for you as he shoved you onto your knees roughly. You huffed as you hit the floor, knees burning from the rough texture of the carpet. His grip on your neck went to your ponytail, holding it roughly. He forced your head backward so you would look up at him.

“Hmm, maybe we should put that pretty mouth of yours to better use. You think my dick is small, let’s see how well you can take it” he laughed.

Your hole clenched at his words, your panties were absolutely soaked, and all he had done was kiss you.

“I-I’d never thought I’d hear that, fuck, that’s hot” you whimpered as you watched him pull down the zipper of his pants painfully slow with his free hand.

“Why do you look so excited, wasn’t Niragi’s cock bigger” he taunted.

You opened your mouth, a retort hot on your tongue before you went silent, how could you not at the view in front of you? Chishiya had pulled down his pants along with his underwear, stepping out of them. Usually, Chishiya was all talk and no bite, but he really wasn’t lying.

He was huge. You had never actually seen Niragi’s cock, it was just fun to tease Chishiya. That was why you brought Niragi there in the first place. You were no virgin, you had taken dick plenty of times before. But you had never seen somebody so big before in your life. Chishiya was long and girthy, you weren’t sure you would even be able to rap your hand around him. His cock was flat against his stomach, tip angry and red.

You watched as his hand gripped the base of his cock, guiding it towards your plush lips, “Open” he instructed. But of course, you couldn’t listen to him. You kept your lips closed, smiling up at him playfully.

“Ow, fuck” you cursed as his harsh tug of his hair shot a jolt of pleasure right to your clit. “Open your mouth, or I can force my cock down your throat, whcih ever one works for you”.

You smirked excitedly as you kept your mouth closed. With a sigh he pressed his tip against your lips. “You never let me be nice to you”. He barely gave you time to adjust to the feeling of you in his mouth, he shoved himself down your throat. Your hands shot up to his thighs, nails warningly digging into his thighs. But he ignored you, smiling at the way you gagged on his cock and he hadn’t even moved.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, i thought I was small, can’t you take it? ” he groaned.

You coughed as he pulled his cock out of our mouth, resting your head against his thigh. “Hmm, is it too much,” he asked, mock worry in his voice.

“N-no, I can take it” you stuttered.

He laughed, guiding his tip back into your mouth. His hips snapped down, little blonde hairs tickling your nose. You gagged again, spit dribbling out the corners of your mouth and down onto his balls. Your grip on his thighs tightened as he thrusted harder, fucking your mouth without care.

Chishiya’s dick hit the back of your throat repeatedly, hard and rough in a way you hadn’t experienced before.

“Look at you”Chishiya cooed, “Taking my cock surprisingly well, almost like you’ve been waiting for it.” he awed.

“I bet your pussy’s fucking drenching the floor right now” he hummed, as his hips continued.

As much as you wanted to pull off of him and snark back, he was right. You could feel yourself gushing with every move of his hips. This was getting you off more than anything you had ever experienced.

“Your probably so horny it hurts, poor thing. I bet that clits twitching for me” he said.

Chishiya laughed at the sight, he never thought he would see you like this. A mess for him, while he pounded your tight little throat. This was a dream come true. “Are you seriously humping the floor right now, god you're so pathetic. I shove my dick down your throat one little time and you don’t know how to act”

All you could do was whine around him because he was right, your clit was aching and you needed relief, fast. Without thinking, you dropped your knees farther down, moaning as your clit grazed the ground. It was humiliating, the way you ground against the hotel room floor, but it sent your eyes rolling back in your skull.

All retorsts were gone, there was something about the way he was treating you that was driving you crazy. You couldn’t focus on anything, your brain was hazy. Your hips were grinding unconsciously at this point and your gagging was unstopped. His cock was soaked with your spit, the taste of his precum starting to get familiar on your tongue. You were drunk on Chishiya’s cock.

From the way he was twitching in his mouth, it was clear that he was enjoying himself too. Your eyes looked up, tears constantly falling from them to see him with his head thrown back, groans spilling from his throat. He had underestimated how fucking good head from you was. The sight of you writhing beneath him was doing so much for him. It was getting hard for him to hold off from shooting loads of cum down your throat.

He looked back down at you, deciding it might not have been that bad to cum at the sight of you like this, all because of him. You were still writhing, but your eyes were rolling back into your head, a dopey smile on the edge of your filled lips.

Chishiya’s face scrunched up, you were too blissed out to see what he did, “Princess", he called your name. You were able to make out the pet name, eyes managing to focus on him again. “Princess, breathe through your nose” he reminded you.

You were glad he said something, grateful that your lungs had managed to fill with air again.

“Look at you princess, so pretty on my cock,” he groaned as your throat tightened around him. “You making me wanna cum down your throat, you would love that wouldn’t you”

You couldn’t answer him so you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking him in faster. “Fuck, i’m gonna cum” he warned.

It was when one of our hands braced on your thighs wandered to his balls, squeezing and fondling them that he finally came, pushing your head all the way on him, as he shot his load right down your throat.

He didn’t pull out until he was sure he gave you all he had. Your hips rutted as our pussy ached, you were painfully close, you just needed an extra push.

Chiishiya watched your reaction, seeming like you were about to cough out his cum. “No, swallow it princess, every fucking drop”.

You came as you swallowed, pussy gushing all over the floor and hips twitching as you clutched onto him. The force of your orgasm taking you by surprise.

He smiled at you, amused, “Feel good princess”

You nodded at him, “F-fuck, so good” you whimpered.

He sat and watched your legs shake from your orgasm. Smiling at the scene in front of him. Only snapping out of it when you called his name in a sickeningly sweet way. The sound of blood trickling down his body again.

"Shiya"you called, continuing when you had his attention.

He laughed walking up to you, one of his hands coming to grasp at your cheek. Leaning in to leave a wet kiss on your lips, one that was quickly reciprocated and ended all too soon.

"I want more" you asked, mascara running, panties soaked, and pussy aching for more.

Chishiya took a long time to study your face before he let go of your chin.

"Well then princess, if you want more than try something like you did tonight again. Then I'll have no choice but to deal with you and I promise you I won't be as nice,"he said, before leaving you alone in the hotel room.

Sorry for any spelling mistakes. Hope you enjoyed!

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"Two households, both unalike in dignity, In our unsightly hell, where we lay our scene," PART 3

Vox x gn reader (Alastor's child)

Note: sorry for the rickroll guys, I promise I won't do it again. It's a little shorter but I really wanted it to end where it did because dread. Part 4 will be around the same length as 1 and 2. Also for anyone wondering this takes place before Alastor's 7 years abscence. It's not canon compliant anyway but this does give you a bit of a timeline.

Word count: 2784

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

After thinking about it Y/n had reluctantly agreed to start 'dating', even thinking of it made them want to smash their head into the wall. And of course their father had already heard about, probably from Rosie or, even more likely, Paris himself. Alastor wouldn't shut up about it and they had to just nod along. This did mean, however, that Y/n was able to use this as a cover up for when they were hanging out with Vox, which is exactly what they did the day after.

Y/n had put on a big jacket, covering their fancy fit, and rushed out the door while rambling about meeting with Paris. Alastor just let them go, only asking for them to be back by ten.

"Hey Vox!" Y/n jumped in to give the man a big hug, getting a strong whiff of his cologne.

"You look dazzling tonight love." He kissed their hand. "I hope you'll like this place, I know it's not of your usual tastes."

"Oh, don't worry about it."

The night went well, the two love birds laughed and cried and gazed into each other's eyes in their private booth.

"You know, I thought it was very sweet you tried to eat demon for me. I was always scared that most people would think it was a dealbreaker."

" I mean I don't mind it but next time we'll go to a restaurant where they have options for the both of us." Vox laughed. "I don't find it a deal breakers, you shouldn't be scared. Besides aren't there a bunch of bachelors in Cannibal Town, like Paris."

"Don't remind me," they sighed, "Vox I... uhm I need to tell you something." Y/n thought back on yesterday, when they smiled in front of their father only to ball their eyes out in their room. "Something happened yesterday with Paris and... Just promise you won't do anything reckless."

"I promise." The TV Demon stared into their eyes with worry. So many thoughts about what this fucker could've done to them swirled through his head.

And so Y/n told him everything; the blackmailing, Paris' smug face, how he practically was an annoying Radio Demon fan wannabe and worst of all Alastor's positive reaction to the news.

"I know I lied to him... I-I know I tried to hide it from him, but somewhere deep down I hoped he would realise I was lying, that it was a facade." They cried. "I'm so selfish, aren't I?"

"Dearie, you aren't. And evening you were, this is hell, so who cares?" Vox tried to console them. "But if this bothers you so much, maybe we should tell him?"

"NO!" They yelled " He will KILL you."

"Alright... We'll find a solution, I promise."

The rest of the night went relatively well. They were able to joke around again. When Vox was walking them back, they complained that their feet hurt, so he swiftly picked them up. Y/n's face was buried in his neck while he held them close.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

When Y/n got home, they looked through their bookcase looking for a certain story. It wasn't there, they checked once more, then again, one last time... And nothing. They walked downstairs and saw Alastor sitting in the kitchen preparing for his next broadcast.

"Hey dad? Have you seen one of my books, it's called Demio and Cannette?" They asked.

"Hmmm, yes I did," he answered, "I didn't think that book was appropriate for you, so I got rid of it."

"What? WHY? You've never checked them before? Why all of a sudden..."

"I know you got the fairytale idea of 'falling in love' with my rival from that wretched story." Alastor stood up from his seat and came over to them. "But you don't need it anymore. You're now with a civilized man and I don't want you to change your mind because you are being influenced by frivolous stories. Speaking of Paris, how was your date?"

"Oh, it went well." They lied. "Don't just switch to a different topic! I STILL want my book back!"

"Not happening."

"YES IT Į̷͙̫̲̣̼̠̹̼̟͑̃̀̾̇̚͘͠S̵̻̪̠̔!!!" Y/n yelled back.

"You can throw a tantrum all you want, you aren't getting it back." His antlers grew. "I WILL do A̸͓̦̿̓̆N̶̻͑Y̶͚̅̓̄̕T̸͙̫͕̥̎͝H̴͈̙̘̮̋̕Î̷͊ͅṊ̵̪͖͕̆̅͒̄G̵̠̯͉͛̄͊ to protect you. Even if you disagree, U̶̢͚͚̲͕̎̇͂͝Ń̶̟͖̥̪̙̿̀͜D̴̹̯̩͓͘͜E̷̟̔̚R̷̬̫̜͛̋̒͗̕S̷͎̺͉͕̥̼̐͆̌̈T̴͇͓̠͈͈͐͆̒̂A̵̳̘̮̩͛̌̄̉N̷͇͚̻̥͖̂̌̇͗͋ͅD̸̡̺̀̔ ?"

"I... I understand." They walked back up the stairs, their head down.

Alastor sighed. He didn't like speaking at his child like that but it was necessary. They needed this, he needed to protect them.

A week and a half went by, on some days Y/n secretly met up with Vox while on others they were forced to meet with Paris. Their 'dates' got more and more uncomfortable. Paris got more daring and daring, he even tried to kiss them once, Y/n quickly shut that down, still they couldn't keep him away forever, he might get sick of their unwillingness and spill the beans.

Y/n and Alastor hadn't talked much since their little fight.... They had never had fights before and now they seem to have become a regularity.

Vox had noticed a difference in them and one day, late in the night, while the two were facetiming, he mustered up the confidence to ask what's wrong.

"Love, what's wrong? You haven't been yourself for a while."

Tears filled their eyes. "I had a fight with dad, he... I don't think he would ever except us..."

"Love, you know that I'm not the biggest fan of your dad but he does care a lot about you. I'm sure once he sees that I truly love you, he'll be fine with it."

"I don't think so... He is just to overprotective, since... I died. It was my fault, I was being stupid reckless and was killed. Before I knew it dad was down here with me and took care of me, sheltered me." Their tears fell down onto their bed. "He cares too much, he won't hesitate to get rid of you to protect me."

"Fine, but just know, I can protect myself against that old fuck!"

"I'll just have to take your word for it," they laughed.

"How about we go to that old school pub around the corner tomorrow?" His speakers started playing a nice tune from their time. "I can show you my dance moves."

"Ughh!! I can't, I have a dinner with me, dad and that asshole!" They complained. "I wish I could come! We're going to that restaurant we went to back then? What was it called again?"

"Heartie's, I will never forget that place."

The two continued to talk into the night. Little did they know, someone eavesdropped on their conversation.

"Heartie's huh?" Valentino held up his gun, loading it with angelic bullets. "Once that bitch is gone, he'll shake out of this and then we'll take out the Radio Demon together."

Y/n was looking through their gallery. Modern phones were so intriguing, those little devices could hold hundreds upon hundreds of pictures. Most of theirs were of Vox or them both, a few were of hell's scenery. Their favourite was by far a certain picture with the two of them. They were hanging out at Vox's place, he introduced them to Vark, his pet shark, and ended up watching a movie. Y/n could still remember the warmth they felled cuddling up, the smell of the pyjama-shirt they borrowed from Vox, everything was amazing.

That's when a knock came from the door. Y/n quickly shoved their phone in their pocket.

"Fawn, it's me." Alastor opened the door. "I know we haven't talked much since our little... disagreement but please put that aside for now. We have a guest, please come down."

Waiting downstairs was Paris, of course. They wanted to groan but kept their in a smile.

“I was wondering if I could take you on a late-night stroll?”

Y/n took his hands and left the house with him.

“What do you want to talk about?” Their voice was direct.

“You really don’t do small talk do you?” Paris quipped.

They looked to the side. “Only with people I don’t like.”

“Hah! Yeah, you’re going to have to learn how to like me. You see, I know it’s been only been a week but I think we are both ready to tie the knot.” He pulled out a little box. “I mean, can you imagine? Me being the official son-in-law of the Radio Demon?”

“What?” Y/n’s ears pulled back. “What makes you think I will EVER marry you?”

“It’s simple, you don’t want that box to die.” A disgustingly smug smile decorated his face “One wrong move and his fate will be sealed.”

“I-I..”

“One more thing.” He put his hand in their pocket and pulled out their gifted phone. “You won’t be needing this anymore.”

“H̵̱̱̖͛́͛Ḙ̵̯̖̭́̆̅̕Ỷ̶̨͚̣̮̆̅͠!̸̦̜̜͈͖͆̆ ̷̯̈́T̵̨̹̙̻̤̎̈́̂́Ḫ̶̦̥̃Ă̷̙̯̐̑͝T̷̳̝̆̑̕’̷̹̠͔̈͋̏̆S̸͉͚̊̒̊͐̕ ̷̡̧̲̹͒̊̚M̶̭͔̳̣̈͆̌I̷͕͉̬͚͖͠N̸̟̾̄͋͊È̵̛̟̬͖͉̦!!!" Y/n’s eyes glowed, their stature grew and a they scowled.

“Uh uh uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you, think about your paramour.” With one squeeze the thing crumbled up. As he let go, the now destroyed, device fell on the forest floor.

Vox was pacing around his apartment. He was contemplating going to the restaurant too, just to keep an eye on them.... But Alastor would recognize him. What to do? What to do?

That's when a call popped up on his screen. At first he got excited thinking Y/n might be calling him again but when he swiped it over to one of his set-up screens, he realised it was Velvette.

"Velvette, what do you want? I'm busy."

"Busy my ass! The only thing you've been doing the last two weeks is fawning over them." She held up her middle finger as if that'll prove her point. "I've been picking up YOUR slack, you piece of shit!"

"And that's why I've decided to send you out for a nice dinner tomorrow with all your friends. How about it?"

"This isn't some kind of trick is it?"

"Of course not." Vox's left eye took over most of his screen, circles spiralled his Z-shaped iris. "Just accept."

"Fine, but you NEED to get to work again. All this work has been driving me crazy and Val is doing jack shit." Her eyes drifted to something off-screen. "WHAT THE FUCK! Put that down you worthless BITCH!" She quickly left the call to deal with whatever was going on.

It's true that Vox had been somewhat slacking since meeting them, but can he be blamed? Anyone would if they were THIS head over heels for someone. He pulled up his digital to-do list. He wanted to try to get everything done by tomorrow, this way if something were to happen at the restaurant he'd be available and ready. So he dove into his documents and blueprints.

Vox looked over the different product proposals from his team, when one of them caught his eye.

The Voxle E-reader A VoxTech take on the older, popular kindl E-readers. A market VoxTech hasn't tapped yet and is overdue for a new revolutionary product.

The proposal came from a newer employee, whom Vox had already been considering demoting. The young demon barely brough anything to the table and an E-reader? It's true VoxTech never brought one out but it wasn't necessary, people could already use their V-pads which had many more uses. Besides, this is hell, how many demons actually read? Only those of higher status and they prefer paper books, like Y/n. Like Y/n... Would they like one? Before he could really think about it, he put the proposal in the approved pile. He couldn't wait to gift it to them.

Vox continued on working late into the night. He was so concentrate, the overlord didn't even notice he hadn't gotten any messages from his lover.

Morning came around and with that the dreaded day. The day went by like a blur for Y/n, eating, showering, reading, changing. They felt numb. This was happening, in a few hours they would be engaged to a slimy, shoe-licking bitch and there is nothing they could do about it. They couldn't even complain to their actual lover, their Vox. For the first time since dying, it actually felt like they were in hell.

They wore a beautiful green attire that showed their little deer tail with a matching hat they got from Cannibal Town. Walking downstairs, Alastor was waiting on them. He was wearing a fancier suit than usual.

"Y/n, I apologize for my role in our dispute." His apology was diplomatic and stiff, anything but sincere.

"Start actually meaning it and I might actually forgive you." They walked past him out the door.

Both Rosie and Paris were waiting outside. The whole way there was awkward. Y/n refused to talk with Alastor.

"Why don't you two head inside already?" Rosie shoved Paris and them towards the doors of the familiar establishment. "I want to talk to my dear old Alastor over here." Once the two were out of earshot she began, "So Al, what's going on?"

"There is nothing to worry about, Rosie. Me and Y/n simple had a bit of a disagreement nine days ago, nothing for you to worry about."

"You two never have fights, especially not those that last THIS long." She moved to stand closer to him. "And you're hating it. I see right through that smile of yours."

"I just, miss my little fawn... Ever since that wretched party, they seem to hate me..." For once in a decennia his ears fell back. "And they're hiding something from me, I know it! And it's troubling them, but Y/n refuses to come to me."

"Well... Maybe they're scared for your reaction. You can be a bit... Much when it comes to them. How about this? After dinner we'll have a good talk and lay everything on the table."

"Why not? Now after you." He opened the door for Rosie and followed suit. "Let's get to our table, I haven't been this hungry since the time my hunting rifle broke, hahaha."

Vox woke up on his desk, he had fallen asleep with papers and pen in hand. Looking at his computer it was late in the morning. His deer must have been worried about him since he hadn't texted them all morning, right? Right?

No, not a single text from them. They must have been nervous for the dinner.... But usually when they were nervous they would come to him for comfort. He was just being paranoid, just paranoid little Vox. It was just new for him not to have control over someone, the other two Vees often called him a control freak with how he hypnotised used his hypnotism powers...

Maybe he should've used it on Y/n after all? NO! he shoulder think like that! They were his partner, his equal.

He picked up his phone and messaged them:

Hey love! How are you? I know this day is stressful for you

No, answer. Y/n didn't even receive it. What was going on?

"Vox!" Velvette walked into his office. "I'm going to go get ready with the girls, don't forget to pick us up at the salon!"

"Don’t worry about it, I'll have it handled." He said smugly.

"You better! So make sure you don't fall asleep on your work again!"

Velvette took her leave again while Vox looked over everything he still needed to do. It was a LOT. So much he forgot all about his previous paranoia.

"So they're going to be at this restaurant?" An unknown voice asked.

"Yes, there're probably going to be one or two overlords with them," Valentino answered, "just get that whore and get out of there."

"Got it, don't worry. This isn't the first time I've dealt powerful demons."

Velvette and her girl friends had enjoyed their day at the salon and got picked up by Vox. The limo was fancier than usual, she guessed that he must've really felt bad for the slacking. Not surprising considering how much of a workaholic he was. She guessed wrong though, she guessed very wrong.

"Vox, what the FUCK are we doing back here?" She shoved her middle finger in his face. "This is about Y/n, isn't it?"

"Well, yes." Vox smiled. "Please Velvette, Y/n got a dinner with that Cannibal. They were really nervous about it, but the Radio fucker would notice me too fast."

"Fine, but you OWE me! GOT IT!!"

"Got it, whatever you want."

"Come on girls, we're getting dinner." She begrudgingly made her way inside.

Vox stepped back into the car just in time, because when he was on his way back, he saw them walking by. Y/n looked beautiful. How he wished he could be there.

Part 4

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fxlling13 · 8 months

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Dh!master x fem!reader

Synopsis: the master and the doctor both notice how much you have changed over the past few months. And it worries them.

Warnings: abuse, physical and mental. Injuries, breakdowns, Death, murder. The master kills a man. Victim blaming . Manipulation. Probably more.

Sitting in the console room, the master put his paper down and looked up. The doctor was under the console, trying to improve on something. He honestly didn't care enough to ask. Instead, there was something else on his mind. Sitting forward, he scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"What is it? Because I can hear your brain working from here." The blonde said, not moving from her spot.

"Have you noticed anything off about (y/n)?" Sliding out, the doctor sat up and pulled her goggles off.

"Oh thank god its not just me."

Coming to stand in front of him, she crossed her arms.

"She's been attached to you. It's like everything else scares her." Her observation was indeed correct and whilst the master wasn't complaining, it was worrying.

"She used to be so confident and brave. When did it change?" He asked, looking up at his old friend. She hummed, pacing slightly to try and think clearer.

"I dont think there's any point in being coy, she's obviously the closest to you out of any of us. If anyone can find out, it's you." nodding, the master stood and cracked his neck.

"I'll try my best. Should we go pick everyone up?"

They landed in the usual spot in Sheffield. Yaz was already there, bounding in once the doors were fully materialised. The master almost laughed at how excited she was to see the doctor. Dan was next, on time as usual. Immediately, he began to brag about his date with Diane. Not bothering to listen, the master stood by the door and waited. His fingers tapped against his arm worriedly. Thirty minutes late by this point, he huffed walking back over to the console.

"We could always go forward in time, to the point she arrives?" Yaz suggested but they shook their head.

"I want to see how late she is. You two can go decide on where we go alright?" Agreeing with the doctor, yaz and Dan sat on the steps discussing.

I was practically running down the street. Well, I say running, hobbling would be more accurate. I'd made him really angry this time. Stupid mistake. I shouldn't of mentioned any of my friends. Especially not him, but I couldn't help it. Not when I'd grown so close to the master. He was always there for me, to help me get away from the hell at home. Taking a deep breath, I looked at my phone and saw I was nearly an hour late. They were definitely going to question me. I entered the tardis anyway, a fake smile plastered on my face.

"Ah! (Y/n)!" The doctor cheered, rushing over to me. Giggling, I shut the door to block out the cold. I was only in a thin sweatshirt, even in the winter. Only because he had ripped my clothes to shreds.

"Sorry I'm late. Train was delayed." I lied through my teeth, praying to myself that it was convincing. Grinning, the doctor grabbed my arm and pulled me to the console. I couldn't help but wince, not expecting her to do that. Looking to my side, I saw the master stood there. He was leaning against a pillar with his hands in his pockets. Jacket discarded and sleeves rolled up, I almost blushed just seeing him. He simpered, coming to my side.

"Have a good few days off?" No. Doing my best to seem happy, I nod and told a few false stories to them.

"Well that's great! Yaz, have you decided where we're going?" The doctor asked, the pair coming to join us. The brunette suggested something and the doc got to work piloting. Suddenly, a hand landed on my shoulder. Out of reflex, I flinched harshly and covered myself from harm. But nothing happened. Lowering my arms, found the master looking at me with worry. I just laughed it off, swallowing down my anxiety.

"Everything alright?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" I responded way to quickly and I knew he thought that.

"You've got a bruise on your cheek." He pointed out, thumb brushing against it softly.

Oh no. In my rush I obviously forgot to cover it.

"Oh yeah. Funny story that. Walked right onto a door frame." All he did was nod at my fake tale. Slowly, he opened his arms.

"Come here." Not needing to be told twice, I wrapped my arms around his waist and sank into his hold immediately. How could I not fall in love? From the minute he began to travel with us, the master was by my side. He'd put himself before me no matter what.

"You know I'd never hurt you, right?" Even the way he spoke with me was so soft. So genuine.

"Of course."

Three mad, near death adventures later, we were gathered round the console exhausted.

"So, drop you off to recharge yeah?" My heart dropped at the doctors words but I knew I had no choice. Yaz nod, happy to get some rest. And Dan, well he wanted his girlfriend. All I could focus on was the fact I'd have to see my 'boyfriend' again. No matter how many times I tried to break up, he wouldn't let me go.

"(Y/n)? You okay?" Dan appeared next to me. I jumped, not expecting to hear his voice. He looked confused at my reaction and lifted a hand; probably to touch my shoulder in hindsight. Backing up, I felt my back hit someone's chest. I relaxed, recognising that it was the master.

"I'm fine, sorry. Zoned out." Unconvinced, Dan didn't have time to reply as we landed abruptly. Heading for the door, the doctor stopped me.

"Stay safe." Oh how I wish she knew. But they could never know. Without responding, I left and hurried home.

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Counting to ten, I took a deep breath then went inside my house. The tv was blaring, some old Hollywood movie. Realising he wasn't there, I made my way to the kitchen. It was a state as usual. Pans piled high, moldy plates and stained glasses. Plus, it stunk of stale food.

"Where have you been?" A slurred voice came from behind me. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

"Answer me!" He yelled, forcing me to turn around. Having me trapped against the counter, my heart rate picked up.

"With my friends." Mistake number one. Rolling his eyes, the taller gripped my wrist so tight, I thought it might break.

"Stop lying! Are you cheating? I bet you are. You're such a whore! Sleeping with every man you lay your eyes on." Whimpering at his accusations, I shook my head fiercely.

"No I swear!" Mistake number two. Chuckling dryly, he sneered.

"Did you just yell at me? Huh, you little bitch." My body began to shake as I knew what was coming. When I said nothing, the drunk male slapped me. I fell to the floor with a thud.

"Let me guess, you were off with that man you told your mother about?" Now internally screaming at myself for talking about the master, I chose to remain silent.

"What's so good about him anyway? I bet he's just some ugly little rat. Could never be a better man than me." Anger boiled beneath the surface. Without thinking, I snapped.

"Dont talk shit about him!" Third mistake. His eyes were vacant and soulless. Saying nothing, he grabbed the wine bottle from the counter and smashed it on the edge. Glass exploded around me as I let out a scream. He held it up, ready to use.

"You're gonna regret that slut."

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Tuesday couldn't come fast enough, it had been hell these past three days. As soon as the tardis came into view, I rushed in. Everything hurt, everything was sore. I wanted to collapse and never wake up. Everyone looked at me, they all seemed to be staring. Especially the master, who stood straight upon seeing me with his brows knit tight together.

"What?" I asked confused, chest still heaving from my run.

"Your nose is bleeding." Yaz told me. Touching my nose, I found that she was right. The master stepped forward without warning and I yelped, jumping back. He froze, eyes showing clear worry. All at once, everyone moved closer. Not being able to handle all the attention, I rushed past and ran to my room on board. Going into the bathroom, I shut the door before banging my fist against it repeatedly. That man ruined everything. Why couldn't I just be happy? I turned the shower on then peeled off my clothes, it was so painful. None of the wounds were treated and they were all fresh. Stepping into the shower, I slid down the wall and sat there; letting the water run over me.

Back in the console room, everyone stood not knowing what happened. The doctor gave the master a look. He nod then turned to the humans.

"What does (y/n) do at home?" They both shrugged, not having a clue.

"She never talks about it with us. Dodges the subject mostly." Dan admitted. Sighing, the master tried to peice everything together. But, with so little evidence, it was hard. Then it hit him and god, did he hope he was wrong.

"Who does she live with?" He asked, wary of what the answer could be.

"She used to live with her boyfriend." Yaz told him, sitting on the console beside the doctor. The blonde tilted her head.

"Used to?"

"Well, she wanted to break up with him. But she still could I suppose?" Wetting his lips, the master thought over everything. It was about four months ago (for them, not him and the doctor. Time travel and all that.) that this has all started.

"When did she say she wasn't happy?"

"I dunno. Three, four months?" He looked at the doctor to see she was frowning. They were thinking the same thing.

"Go." She said and he didn't need to be told twice. The master ran down to my room, not bothering to inform the other humans. The doctor would do that for him.

Doing my best not to cry, I began to feel numb at the burn against the cuts. I'd dealt with worse. The bathroom door was suddenly thrust open, I screamed and covered myself best I could. In the entrance, the master stood there. It was too late, he'd seen it all. All the damage my body had. Shutting the door, he reached in and turned the water off; grabbing a towel in the process. He crouched in front of me, wrapping the towel around my back. His eyes scanned over every scar, cut and bruise. Without question, he pulled me into his embrace.

"What has he done to you?" Knowing that he'd figured it all out, the floodgates opened and I broke down in his arms.

"Shhh, its okay now. I've got you." Not able to respond, I just cried more. I didn't deserve his time at all, yet here he was.

"How about, we get you dry? I'll take care of your wounds. Then, I'll make sure you're nice and comfortable. Is that okay?" Nodding slowly, the master picked me up and sat me on the counter. He pulled out a clean towel, to replace the now damp one and dried me off very gently. Making sure to pat my skin with great care. After putting on some underwear, the elder disappeared for a few minutes before returning with a med kit. It was silent as he aided all the deep gashes and bruises littered on my skin. Taking my hand in his, he observed the hand shaped bruise on my wrist. It wasn't the worst injury I had, but definitely the most noticeable. I knew for a fact my back was in bad condition along with my stomach.

"He won't get away with this. I swear that. I'm going to throw him in a black hole." That comment made me giggle for the first time in ages. Smirking, the master handed me my fluffy pyjama hoodie and pair of shorts. Actually, they looked more like boxers. Either way, I wasn't complaining and put them on.

"Come on. Bed. You need rest."

"I'm fine-" a stern look cut me off. Of course, I was not fine. Instead, he carried me to my bed and sat me under the duvet.

"I'll be right back." He told me then disappeared. Resting my head back against the headboard, I took a deep breath. What was going to happen now? I was going to end up homeless. All alone. My eyes filled with tears yet again. Once everyone here found out it would be so embarrassing. They'd definitely judge, or laugh. Maybe? My head was a mess at that point.

"Hey, hey. Why are you crying sweets?" Not looking up, I heard the master speak before coming over. Something was placed on my side table, i didn't know what. His arms encased me, moving me so I was sat between his legs and leaning on his chest. I sniffled, hiding myself in his chest sheepishly.

"Talk to me (y/n). I want to help you." He tried but I just couldn't believe him. So, I shook my head at him.

"Please?" Turning myself slightly, I buried my face into his purple vest. My shoulders shook violently. Instantly, he began to rub my back soothingly.

"I hate him." I stuttered out, feeling pathetic.

"Tell me everything. I'm here for you. I'll listen." Taking a deep breath, I pressed myself against the warm male more. Though I found it hard to believe, that he'd actually be interested in listening to me, I wasn't going to pass up the chance to vent.

"It started a few months ago. He'd always been angry, he'd yell when I made mistakes or did something he didn't like. But when he started getting physical, I tried to leave. He didn't like that and he pushed me down the stairs." The masters grip on me immediately tightened after I had said that. Clearly, he was angry but I wasn't scared at all.

"After that, it didn't stop. Every time I forgot something, he'd hit me. If I spoke back, he'd hit me. If I went out alone, if I didn't clean, if I didn't cook. Especially when I spoke about you guys. Everything landed with him getting angry. And he took it out on me. Every time." I concluded, his vest getting damp from my tears but he didn't mind. Holding my shoulders, the master pushed me back and held me at a comfortable distance.

His thumbs brushed my cheeks dry, a calming look in his eyes. Before he could say anything, I spoke out my own insecurities.

"Now I'm going to be on the streets right? I'm gonna be alone again. I don't want to be alone, please. Please don't leave me alone."

"Shh, come here." Hooking his hands under my arms, the master sat me on his lap properly; head landing in the crook of his neck. Now straddling his thighs, I was much more snug against him and able to hug him tightly. His arms were almost possessive around my waist, but i enjoyed it.

"I am never going to let you be alone. Ever. You're stuck with me. And I promise you, that he will pay." He spoke softly, kissing my cheek soon after. Turning pink, I managed to collect myself a little. My body began to go a little limp in his hold, everything seemingly catching up with me.

"Are you tired?" All I could do was nod at his words, i could tell he wanted me to sleep. But I was scared.

"Can't sleep."

"Why not love?"

"Nightmares." Understanding, the master cupped my cheeks and stared into my eyes.

"Would you like me to help with that." Nodding once again, his lips pressed against my temple and I was out for the count. Once I was asleep, the master tucked me in then stood. For a moment, he pondered what to do then began his journey back to the console room. The doctor looked at him anxiously, clearly wanting to know what happened.

"I want to kill him." He told her directly, alerting both yaz and Dan. They rushed over as he came in front of the doctor. She inhaled deeply, staring at him with intent.

"Its bad?"

"Its worse than you can imagine. Tell me no or else I'm going to kill him." Quickly, the blonde started to fly her ship. Rushing around the console, she flicked different levers and pushed the right buttons. The tardis landed with a thud.

"Where are we?" The master asked, forehead lined with frustration. All those pent up feelings weren't good for the mind.

"Outside (y/n)s House." She went over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Get him." Their eyes went wide in shock. The doctor was actually giving him permission to kill him. Not needing to be told twice, the master grabbed his jacket and rushed out.

Just waking up from a black out, the unsuspecting male stumbled into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine. Suddenly, the door slammed behind him, causing him to jump and drop the drink. He turned and saw the outline of another man in the shadows. Out came the master, arms folded tightly. Backing up, the human was utterly confused.

"What are you doing in my house?" He slurred, eyes going up and down repeatedly. Chuckling, he walked closer and unfolded his arms, revealing a dagger in his fist. Immediately, the man sobered up and swallowed thickly.

"What's your name?" The master asked, not sparing him a glance.

"Michael." Nodding, he took another step closer as Michael began shaking.

"Hello Michael. You're going to come with me." Of course, he complied and followed the master out and into the tardis. Once on board, he was in a state if shock. But the master payed this no mind and began to fly the tardis skillfully. Once he was happy with the place they were adrift, he stalked back over.

"Before you die- and believe me, you really are going to die- tell me. What pleasure did you get out of hurting (y/n)?" Michael's face went sour, realisation setting in. He scoffed and looked away.

"Is that what all this is about? That stupid girl. For fuck sake!" Raising his brows, the master watched in amusement, as the human had his tantrum.

"What bullshit has she been spewing now? All she does is lie! Even made up some guy with a dumb name. Just to pretend anyone would actually give a fuck about her! I never hurt her! She's just pathetic." He told him, rolling his eyes afterwards. It was silent for a second before he began again and, as you can imagine, the rage was growing tenfold inside the timelord.

"I did not hurt her! Never. God she's infuriating. Are you just going to stand there? Looking at me as if I'm stupid, it's unnerving." Michael asked, making the master shake his head with a slight pout.

"No you carry on. You're only making your death more painful." The look in his eyes was that of ice and he felt his blood go cold. It finally set in. Whoever this man was, he was being serious.

"Why do you care so much?" Ignoring the question, the master tutted quietly and lead him to the doors.

"This 'guy with a dumb name'? What did she call him?"

"Uh- The master I think. Why does that matter? Who even are you?" A smirk grew on his lips, gazing at the male with a murderous glint in his eye.

"Well, I'm not made up. That much, I'll tell you." Clicking in, Michael looked extremely confused and took a step away.

"You're the master? You're real? So she was cheating! That little bitch! When I get my hands on her I'm going t-" Instantly, the dagger was pressed to his throat, cutting him off. The master pushed him against the closed door, teeth gritted together.

"You really are thick." He laughed out but wasn't happy even in the slightest. Michael let out a strangled breath, staring at him in fear.

"Never hurt someone I love. It won't end well for you." Gripping the back of his shirt, he opened the doors to reveal looming darkness.

"What's that?"

"That, stupid human, is a black hole." The master muttered, taking the dagger away from his neck. Without a second thought, he impaled Michael's waist. He cried out but the master didn't care. Instead, he drew him in closer and spoke into his ear.

"Enjoy your time in hell." With that final statement, he was thrown out into the void, tardis doors shutting behind him. Resting his head against the doors, he let out a breath. At least he knew this therapy was working. The master didn't get half as much joy as he used to. But he didn't regret it. Not at all. Feeling a hand land on his shoulder, he turned to see the doctor. She had a sympathetic smile.

"Go. She needs you." He smiled, nodding in recognition before heading back down to my room. Finding I was still asleep, he took off his shoes, jacket and waist coat, before slipping in on the free side. Carefully, he pulled me closer and relaxed as I subconsciously attached myself to him. Maybe even he could fall asleep like this.

Groggy, my eyes forced themselves open. Going to move, I found myself under something- or someone- weighted. Looking to my left, I found the master. He's was sleeping. That was odd, he never slept. Taking this opportunity, I sunk back down and buried my face into his chest. It was warm and safe.

My movements must have woke him as he stirred a moment later. His hands tightened on my waist and I quickly hid my face in his shirt.

"That doesn't make you invisible you know?"

Turning red, I gazed up at him.

"You were asleep."

"No I wasn't."

"Was." It went silent. Just staring at each other until he gave in. Casting his eyes to the beams on the ceiling, the master spoke.

"Maybe I was." I smiled and tried to adjust, get more comfortable.

"You never sleep." Carefully, the male pulled me further onto his chest, a hand still encasing the dip of my waist.

"No, I just can't sleep. There's a difference, love." Ignoring how my blush grew, I allowed myself to bask in his warmth. It felt nice. It fight oddly right. To be there, in his arms. A man I was once told to fear, to avoid at all cost. He now lay here holding me as if I could disappear. Mind starting to catch up, I suddenly remembered just how I got in this situation.

"What did you do? When I was asleep?" I asked, looking up at the master with wonder. He rolled his head against the pillow, eyes scanning my face. A hand traced the bruise on my cheek tentivley, a tense sigh breathing by his lips.

"Do you want the truth, right now? I don't want to upset you." Our eyes locked and I nod surely, letting him know I could handle the truth.

"I took Michael. I listened to his shitty lies. I let him talk, let him grow scared. Though, I could have done it for longer but I was too angry." He started, glaring up at nothing in particular. Sensing his growing anger, I reached forward and laced our fingers together. The master looked at our hands, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

"I stabbed him. I threw him into a black hole. He's in a million pieces now. Floating through space. Dead." Maybe he was expecting me to recoil in fear, or give him a lecture. Instead, I sat up with a smile. I leant down and kissed his cheek, causing his eyes to widen in the process.

"Thank you. For saving me." Even if my voice was quiet, the master grinned and sat himself up as well.

"You don't have to thank me doll. I'd do it again in a heart beat." Pushing back the covers, the master got himself up.

"Wait right here." Then, he rushed out, leaving me alone. I smiled to myself, going to the bathroom. After doing what needed to be done, I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. As much as I loved my hoodie, I pulled it off and felt more comfortable. Seeing as I was wearing a sports bra, I turned and head back into my room. It wouldn't matter, I could throw a tshirt on if the master was uncomfortable. Crawling back onto my bed, I sat on my knees and grabbed my phone. Finally, I deleted Michael's number and hovered over my photo gallery. Once I have clicked on it, my heart dropped at all the cold memories stored there. They hurt to see. So caught up in my phone, I didn't hear the door open. The master looked up and froze, eyes raking over my figure. Quickly, he shook those thoughts away and came to my side, gently placing two mugs down on the bedside table.

"What are you doing?" He asked, moving so my back was flush to his chest. I showed him my phone screen, all the photos now highlighted.

"I'm deleting all of it." Nodding, the master watched as I did so and noticed how my eyes grew sad at the now black screen.

"Dont be upset, love. Its over now." Gently, he pulled me between his legs, resting back against the pillows. My body followed his, relaxing against him.

"I made you tea." Carefully, he handed me a steaming cup of tea. I took it gratefully, blowing the steam in effort to cool it. For a while, we sat there, drinking tea whilst I listened to a few of his stories. I loved hearing about his and the doctors childhood. It sounded almost magical. Whilst the master was speaking, I looked up and found myself staring at the alien. At least now I didn't have to feel guilty about my feelings. Not that I ever did, it's not like I wanted to be either Michael in the end. The cup, now empty, was taken from my grasp, knocking me out of my daydream. The master grinned down at me, brushing his fingers through my hair.

"What's with that look?"

"What look?" I asked, eyes never leaving him. Chuckling, he let out a sigh before moving his free hand down to my waist.

"I should have tortured him more. He deserved it." His fingers danced around the bruise on my stomach, light touches almost making me shiver.

"It doesn't matter now." Still, I could see it was bothering him.

"He was never a good boyfriend, even before the really bad times." The master never stopped his hand from moving, giving me full attention.

"How so?"

"He never showed me love. I could never hold his hand, or hug him. He never kissed me. I was just an accessory to him." I explained, frowning at the memory.

"Over a year of neglect. Maybe that's all I'm worth." Immediately, the master whipped his head to look me right in the eyes. It almost made me flinch.

"Absolutely not. That man was an absolute idiot. A waste of space." He seethed, inhaling sharply afterwards.

"I would never treat you like that. I would never let you go. I'd-" We both froze as he slowly realised the weight of the words he just spoke.

"I mean. Hypothetically." The master slightly stuttered. My mouth was parted, blinking in the informed.

"I would treat you better anyone. Because that's what you deserve." A smile grew on my lips, listening as the; usually calm male, fumbled with his words.

"Not that you would be interested. Now or ever. But I'm just-" Giggling, I kneeled up, gripping his collar and pressing his lips against mine. Initially surprised, the master held onto my waist and melted into the kiss soon after. Pulling back, I was taken aback when the male pulled me into his chest. My head rested against his shoulder comfortably.

"If I'd have known that the feeling was mutual, I'd have taken you away from him much sooner." The master stroked the top of my hair, pressing a kiss to my temple lovingly. Simpering, I nuzzled in closer.

"You're here now. That's all that matters." And that was the truth. From then on, everything would get better. As long as he was by my side.

#doctor who #doctor who x y/n #dhawan master x reader #dhawan!master #sacha dhawan #dh!master

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headsincloud9 · 10 months

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Part 3 | Part 5

SMUT MINORS DNI

212. "If you called me just to get off to my voice then I'm hanging up.

213. "l fuck you for as long as you can stay awake.. maybe after that too."

214. "Take it off slowly.

215. "You're mine for the day."

216. "Your wish is my command."

217, "Can you help me with this zipped?"

218. "Come to my room, there's this thing I wanna try."

219. "I was trying to keep my thoughts at bay, but damn you're provoking, you know that?"

220. "I hope you know what that implies."

221. "I shouldn't allow myself to get so close to you."

222. "No one can ever find out about this"

223. "For your safety I'l be gentle."

224. "What the hell, I was gone for five minutes!?"

225. "You really shouldn't come close to me while I'm in this state.

226. "This is interesting.. "'m finding it hard to relax."

227. "Now why don't you come back to my room with me?"

228, "Are those handcuffs?"

229. "Miss me?"

230, "I've always known you felt this way, and I know exactly what you'd like to do next.

231. "What are you staring at?"

232. "It's just a bikini."

233, "I don't feel like sleeping."

234. "What are you gonna do about it?"

235. "You won't be getting any sleep tonight."

236. "Will you let us fuck you?"

237. "I express my love a little differently than others do."

238. "Why so shy?"

239. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel really goad."

240. "If you're scared close your eyes."

241. "You're the one that aroused me, let's have fun."

242. "Why don't we move this to the bed?"

243. "Would you like to go somewhere a little more private?"

244, "You should start making plans to stay home - You won't be able walk when I'm done with you."

245. "I know the fastest way to relieve anxiety."

246, "Do forgive me if I get a bit carried away."

247. "Throw your morals out the window, just for tonight."

248. "These are so wet, aren't you going to remove them?"

249. "Is this too much?"

250. "I was just about to wash up, Care to join?"

251. "I need you. now."

252. "This feels dirty..." "because it is."

253. "Don't make me put you on a leash."

254. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

255. "Suck. Now.

256. "Move your hands."

257, "You feel amazing."

258. "What do you mean you broke MY bed!?"

259, "Fuck." "Already did,"

260. "I was doing things." ""'m things."

261. "Don't pretend to be so innocent."

262. "I want you touch yourself."

263. "That's an order."

264. "Will you help me stretch?"

265, "Just let yourself go."

266. "I dare you to fuck

267. "What has you so excited?"

268. "Even angels can be bad."

269, "Show me your inner animal."

270. "You have to come see how soft this mattress is!"

271. "Hey, you awake?"

272. "Nothing about your outfit encourages chastity."

273. "Don't be gentle."

274. "I'd be more than happy to show you a good time if you're looking for one.

275. "I want you. Right here. Right now."

276. "Bend over and spread your legs."

277, "I can't hold back anymore."

278. "Do you trust me?"

279. "It's been a long day, why don't we help eachother unwind?"

280. "Do it like you always do."

281. "Oh don't mind me. Just enjoying the view."

282. "Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.

283. "Get on your knees. Now."

284. "You can go deeper than that."

285. "I don't like being told what to do unless I'm naked."

286. "You're so sexy when you're all hot and bothered."

287. "I've been thinking about this all night."

288. "Don't cover your face, I want to see you."

289. "You're so beautiful, all spread out like this, just for me."

290, "The food looks great but there's something much more delicious I'd rather eat right now."

291. "Lay back."

292. "Well fine. Just this once."

293. "I'm waiting."

294. "The fun doesn't have to end."

295. "Oh geez what did we do."

296. "I think I can convince you to stay."

297. "Are you pretending to sleep? I can think of a few ways to wake you up."

#smut prompts #2 paragraph smut #jazzy prompts #avatar the way of water #avatar 2022 #avatar 2009 #atwow smut #tonowari x reader smut #jake sully smut #tsu'tey x reader smut #quaritch x reader smut

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The last time I saw Lando was a few days ago, even after the tennis final, a blond-haired whore didn't get off him, but in the end, in a strange way, Holge told him to leave him alone, he's probably going home now, just as he'll have time to pack his stuff and take the dog, and then he'll go train for the race. Well, I think the roommate stopped there to say that it was a dog, and so did I. "Where did he get it from?" "Guards took in the beauty from a shelter." ,,Beauty? A girl? Damn, didn't he have enough Uno? Now he has another one pulled up next to him, I'm talking to him. don't send him anywhere just friends. I don't know what's wrong with him in Melbourne, he even took a pregnancy test and told me that he might be pregnant because he missed it." "Kids, stop, there's worse! By the way, hello, mother will cut off him ears and eardrums for this." ,,Cic hello! He's crazy since he says he's pregnant." ,.He says so? He's really pregnant, he seems to be taking a minimum, he's trying to cover up what he told Max and Pietra, Max's reaction I'd rather drive your sports car before the fetus gets hurt, even though he already knew Pietra froze, I was there Callum couldn't bear to spit and swallow, he just blinked when he found out that the boys they can also be pregnant."

"What the hell??? I got my ears pierced???? Where do you get this from again????” I looked at the secret chat group on my cell phone and it was full of people arguing about it, sometimes jokingly, sometimes seriously, the older ones seriously, how to take it out, it doesn't look good, the ones my age are jokingly, it's very good. Only I knew the answer to this, I took a photo and wrote it down, it's a fucking pimple that grew in the wrong place, stop it, it hurts and it's big, and this fucking breast is embarrassing, that's why I'm constantly wearing a fish tank because it's bothering me. "Honey, why are you angry? That's when you're cute, right?" Loki lay next to me and caressed my upper arm, then he lay on his side and looked at me. "There's gas, everyone's focused on my hormonal acne and they think I've pierced my ears." "Are these normal? Who was?" My sister, "Well, if it was meant as a joke, it wasn't a good joke." I lowered my head and asked Loki for a sad kiss, which came in handy as the twins were very fond of each other, but one of them resisted. When Doctor Yin told me, I burst into tears, I'm not a big cryer, but we really expected them to be sick, but they felt this was a trick and that's all I told Max, he didn't take it well last time.

"Well, it's getting weirder, it's not a pimple, it's a piercing." I hung up the phone after I wrote back so that he could finally do the truth about this shit, because he sure did. em acne because I had it too, I don't even admit it, it's fucking embarrassing and sometimes it hurts, this is how life has to be put up with. "Oscar, what's wrong? I know you shouldn't tell your girlfriend everything, but I can tell you everything." "What the hell is this?" I looked at my picture, it looked like a small tattoo that one's child plays pranks on after a drunken night. "I think an embarrassing tattoo that you can get drunk on guys is the slut tattoo." "Maybe this will be fucking new to you, but Lando is pregnant, you American bastard!!!! This isn't the series How I Met Your mother, you stupid person."

,,What??? They're getting dumber. Loki You have to see this.” I admit, yes, I have a bitch tattoo, but I did it last year on New Year's Eve, drunk in Bali, not exactly legally, and sometimes it can hurt during the day, and I also have a navel piercing. I was sixteen when I did this out of rebellion with a group of friends, so I don't keep in touch with any of them anymore, they became exterminating jerks when it turned out that I was gay. That I'm smitten with the ex of the mistress, who is a boy and right, we went to an art history and finally got together. Berdon is my first boyfriend. and the first boyfriend I told that I love him, so far I told a boy named Alex. It all ended badly, it was written in the lyrics when I heard the first one from him, I could sob for hours, but I wasn't the stupid one as it is, he was because he cheated on me with another boy.

I caressed Lando, it was very nice the last few days, especially the girl, what's in him ear? He thinks the girl talked to him, a fucking bitch, even a WAG, and it would be shit, the dog and mine, I don't understand what's the trial lesson in chat, it's secret I'm in the WAG chat and the problem is how big I wrote that my daughter and a beauty should be called I'm hoping for a baby... The air here is also freezing, a lot of questions from who is pregnant... I wrote from Lando Ollie Bearmann... Freezing... But Lando boy questions... Answer In one word, he's not intersex and he told me he'd already given birth and ended up in a bad place because of him father... Anger...He was still a teenager then but he could have done it but him father wouldn't let him, now he's an adult he feels he can do it and leaves him alone and he wouldn't want him there it would be only the mother when the little one was born. ,,I'm trying to stop here too, but Kelly..." I kissed him hair and sniffed the poor thing because it was more and more obvious that he was pregnant, but it didn't bother the cameras, and the fact that he's with a boy instead of a girl, which freaks out the girl fans even more, is lately, the poor thing just cries, I can hardly comfort him, I even brought my dog beauty to make him happier, but not as often as he goes out on the street, the paparazzis are screaming after him, where is the beautiful girl Norris. "It doesn't work for me, I prefer to cover myself and myself on the weekend. This is not a situation. I always knew that I loved boys and not girls. It's bullshit what they write about me."

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So remember when I said, "I'm gonna go work on the orekoto side of this now." Here that is right at the last possible moment. Along with two songs I associate with him. Oh, and one for both of them that is simply just projection since it is one of my favorite songs. Again, apologies in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.

This space was vast and bright- A constant vibrant blue overcast sky that seemed to stretch into eternity. Few walls to conceal oneself behind. Most were so demolished they barely provided any cover at all. Our television lay submerged within water that perfectly mirrored and reflected the vastness of the sky above.

It was one of my favorite things to watch. Sunken and useless. I looked to the side where that mirror was. From the chair I was in I couldn't get a good look at it, which meant it couldn't get a good look at me either.

They say eyes are the windows to the soul. So, for us that mirror was the closest thing we got to seeing each other's perspectives as well as reflecting on our own.

"Huh...this entire thing is a mess."

I got knocked out in one hit after talking all big to that annoying brat. Who do they think they are treating me like that. I told them if they keep pushing, I'll have to intervene. I don't have another choice.

These people think they can use their morals, their opinions to kick down on others to no end. Then go on and on about their good intentions and their duty. Because it's just business right? It's always just fucking business.

That kid is no different from the others. Just another asshole that uses their job as an excuse to enact harm to those subordinated to them. No matter what they wrap it with-

Shit always smells like shit. It's fine though because they don't have to smell it. They force us to smell it. The people whom they kicked to the bottom. They rub your nose in it over and over as you're trying to get back up. No matter how you hold it in, work around, try to make yourself seem small to get by none of it matters.

Nothing matters. Not what you try, not where we go, it never matters. After society decides you're wrong you're wrong there's no way out of it. No changing people's minds, explaining your side, hell it doesn't even fucking matter if the thing they've decided you were wrong about isn't even the damn truth!

Noises kept funneling in through the mirror as I tapped my foot and massaged my temple in annoyance again.

I'm being blamed again. Even though I didn't even do anything wrong.

"I saved you didn't I; so, why the hell are you crying?! Huh?! Shouldn't you thank me? Praise me even?! Why should it be me who's in the wrong?"

He's always like this. Why do I even bother? It's not like he'll hear any of this anyway.

"YOU'RE THE REASON I ENDED UP LIKE THIS- THE LEAST YOU COULD DO IS ANSWER!"

The sound reverberated throughout the space in a headache inducing way.

"AHHH!" I scratched at my head before I got up chair toppling over as stormed up to the mirror. "Aagh, you would've gotten destroyed- I DID WHAT I DID FOR YOUR SAKE! IF- if I hadn't... Whatever!" I kicked at the water in annoyance before turning away and laying on the couch. Huh...

"Why is he like this? I don't understand...and it's really beginning to piss me off." I sighed, turning over the couch.

"I've worn myself out enough already anyhow."

The words drifted listlessly from the mirror and I clicked my tongue.

"Finally, something we can agree on."

I just want to sleep until this is over... if we can't even rely on eachother. If you can't even rely on me...I'll start to wonder if you'd rather be alone.

"It's so empty in here."

I grew antsy leaning backwards over the armrest in a haphazard way. Just to check if that mirror was still there. I don't want that...I never wanted that.

I relaxed a little as my eyes landed on it still sitting there as it's always been.

#kayano mikoto #milgram

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livelaughwhump · 2 years

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Concept

A whumper turning into a Caretaker when whumpee is whumped by someone much worse

This might be a long one

. . .

A knock at the door woke whumper from their quiet sleep. They groaned and stretched their tired muscles as another round of knocks sounded behind their door.

"Jesus Christ, I'm coming!" They shouted as they approached the door.

Whumper didn't know what to expect to find on the other side of the door, but a crying whumpee covered in blood and dirt, drenched and shivering from the rain, was probably at the bottom of their list.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Whumpee sniffled. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't-I didn't have anywhere else to-to go." Their voice quivered from the cold and their lips were almost blue.

"So, you thought waking me up in the middle of the night was your safest option?"

Whumpee flinched, tears rolling down their face. "I'm sorry. I don't want to-to be a b-bother, but-but I really have no-nowhere else to-to go."

"You don't have any friends you could bother?"

Whumpee shook their head.

"What about your family?"

"I don't-I don't have a-a family," whumpee admitted. They wrapped their arms around themself in a futile attempt to shield them from the cold. They sniffled again. "Please-please, help me."

Whumper regarded them skeptically, a pang of remorse striking their heart. Did whumpee really have no one else to go to? As much as whumper wanted to turn them away, they knew that if they did, whumpee would end up sleeping on the streets in the rain, starving and cold. And they would surely catch a fever if they stayed out there any longer.

Whumper sighed. "Come on in."

Whumpee reluctantly entered behind whumper, flinching when the door slammed shut. Whumper led them over to the couch, and said, "I'm gonna go draw you a bath and get you some dry clothes. Then, I'm going to make you a hot meal and we're going to sit in front of the fireplace and talk about what happened. Okay?"

Whumpee didn't say anything. They lowered their head and sniffled again, struggling to keep their tears from falling.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Whumper asked.

Whumpee shook their head as their tears stubbornly refused to cease. "I'm sorry," they apologized again. "I should-I shouldn't have come here. You shouldn't have to deal with me when I'm like this. You shouldn't have to go through all this trouble to take care of someone like me. It was stupid to come here. I'm sorry." Whumpee stood up, feeling ever more guilty as they eyed the wet spot they left on whumper's couch. "I'm just gonna go. This was a mistake. I'm sorry."

Whumpee made their way toward the door again, leaving wet footprints in their wake. Whumper followed and stubbornly blocked the door. Whumpee stared at them, wide-eyed.

"You're not going anywhere," whumper said. "I'm not going to let you go out there and freeze to death. You probably already have a fever, and I'm not about to let you make it worse."

Whumpee shook their head. "But-but you don't even like me. Why are-why are you being so nice to me? Why are you suddenly acting like you-you care?"

"Because-because I put you through hell," whumper admitted. "And I'm not gonna let someone else get away with doing the same."

Whumpee merely stared at them, still shivering in their sopping wet clothes.

"I'm not letting you walk out this door without some food and a proper night's sleep."

Whumpee sighed. "I just don't-don't wanna be a-a burden."

"I wouldn't be offering if I didn't want you to say yes, whumpee. Just let me take care of you, please."

Whumpee sniffled and tried to wipe the tears off of their face, but they kept coming. "Okay," they said.

Whumper led them to the couch again before leaving to prepare a bath and a meal for their shivering guest.

#whump prompt #whump #whump writing #writing #whumpee #whumper #amwriting #writer #whump blog #whump writer #whumpblr #whump fic #whump community #whump comfort #caretaker

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nayruwu · 2 years

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part uhhh 29 i think???? something like that.

here we have yuu once again embarrassing his entire squad (or like 3/4 of it). i feel a little sorry for them, no one's taking them seriously

WHY IS HIS LEG LIKE THAT

i don't think they're supposed to do that😭😭

i think kagami did his characters so dirty in these introductions💀 i would describe neither kureto nor guren as particularly arrogant, but perhaps that's because both of their (and others) characterisations have changed gradually towards the end of both series.

i don't even know what to say, every ounce of my being feels personally offended by this WHY would you make it about mahiru. "what kind of explanation is that?" - shinya, and also me

i don't remember a single scene in which he was a third wheel to guren & mahiru. i don't remember them ever competing for her attention, like at all. i would not consider it unfortunate that they're not engaged anymore. and she did not die (even though people say she did). that's like 4 deadly sins in one paragraph what the FUCK

the conversation under it gets a pass though. still don't know if the "what, sister?" is a mistranslation/misinterpretation, and i don't think i want to. shinya passive aggressively calling mahiru "sister" is way too funny for me to acknowledge the possibility of it not being canon.

... and guren and shinya both wanting mahiru to get tf off them cracks me up every time.

i'm not gonna list off everything that bothers me about this because it's way too much but i am going to ask myself when it was ever a gag that guren, shinya and kureto never agreed on anything. and how the hell would yuu know about it?? he barely knows shinya and kureto. like i feel like they set this up but never used it.

this cover is cool as shit. sad that they never actually wore those cape thingies though T-T

the way mahiru is always creeping around in the back💀 miss please stop terrorising this man

now that is a very good question. chapter 117 and we still have no fucking clue. literally everyone and their grandma is pulling strings

vampires really love throwing humans around like disks, don't they. but jesus, shinoa could've foreseen that and just demanifasted the scythe

don't worry he makes up for it by being inexperienced and a fucking idiot♥️ god i love roasting yuu. but shouldn't kimizuki and yoichi be just as strong, if not stronger than yuu at this point? since it seemed like they had a lot more control over their demon, and black demons aren't supposed to be stronger at all anyway.

now how is that supposed to protect yuu... and in the next page lucal's hand swoosh just immediately destroys what tenjiryuu made. it sucks when experienced characters get used just to show how strong an opponent is :/

#i love the chibi of them so much they're so cute!!#an the fact that shinya has byakkomaru's manifestation as a bonus is just so💕💕💕💕💕#they're adorable.#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #ons revisit

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Tig's Daughter, Chapter 5

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of a strip club.

Alex’s POV Dumbass.

I pulled over to the side of the road where Juice had been walking, "Get in."

He stopped and turned to look at me, "shouldn't you be in school?"

"Get in."

He looked around, then sighed, and finally got into the car.

"I'm not okay with this, you know?"

"I'm not going to do anything," I growled, "don't worry."

We drove in silence for a few minutes before he gave me a look.

"Where are you going?"

"Dropping you off at the club," I replied dryly, "then I'm going to go to the strip club, clean up, and help them prep for tonight's shift. Don't worry. I'll be back in time to make it seem like I went to school. "

"You shouldn't have skipped."

"What are you?" I asked, shooting him a glare, "My father, now?"

He winced and turned away from me, not letting any part of him face me, "take me to my place. Just turn left here. Take it a quarter mile then go down Walnut."

"And after that?"

"It'll turn into seventh. I'm the last house on the right."

I nodded, following his instructions. When I hit a light, I threw one of my hoodies on his lap to cover him up some. He didn't respond but I could see his body language get less stiff.

"Why are you being a dick to me all of a sudden?"

He looked at me. For the first time in a week, it felt like he actually saw me, "I'm not being a dick."

"Yes you are."

"At least I didn't lie about myself."

"Is that what this is about?" I asked. He didn't answer me. I shook my head and returned my attention back to driving. At least I tried to, “I didn’t lie about myself.”

I couldn't help but find myself getting drawn to look at Juice. Take in his features. His toned arms. His dark brown eyes. He hadn't gotten down the perfect six pack, but the linework was there. He looked exhausted, but still hot as hell. Even if they had put him in that ridiculous diaper.

"Stop looking at me."

"What?"

"I can feel you staring at me," he groaned, "Just stop."

"It's not my fault they put you in a diaper," I growled, "what did you even do to piss them off that much."

"None of your business."

"Whatever Juice."

I pulled onto seventh and he began to look more agitated, "listen...just because you know where I live...don't mean you can come hang out."

"Don't flatter yourself," I spat, "If I had known you were such a dick the first time we met I wouldn't have bothered chatting you up in the first place."

"You fucking lied to me, Lexi," he growled as I put the car into park, "You're not 21. Hell, you’re barely even 18.. And you let me keep coming back. You made out with me. You let me do things to you...at the party-"

But he cut himself off. He looked like he was going to be sick.

"What about the party, Juice?" I asked, "What do you think happened?"

"We fucked."

I couldn't help but laugh.

At first he looked confused. Then angry.

"Stop laughing," he growled, "I can go to fucking jail. Because I fucked you…”

“I am eighteen,” I reminded him, “you wouldn’t go to jail.”

“And that's not even the worst of it. Do you know what Tig will do to me for 'ruining his little girl'. That sick fuck thinks you are so innocent."

"We didn't fuck, you jackass," I laughed, shooting him another look, "You pulled me into your dorm room and we made out. You took your shirt off and when you went to take your jeans off you passed out on your bed. Don’t flatter yourself."

"But the note. I had lipstick on my cheek."

"I kissed you goodnight," I replied, "I tucked you in and left you a note saying thanks for the good time. You always say that to me after I gave you a dance. We didn't fuck, Juice. The most we've ever done is make out. Yeah, things get hot and heavy when we do, but I'm not going to fuck you."

"Wait," he said quickly. His brows furrowed, "why not?"

"The more I get to know you, the more I realize that I'm not really that into you, you prick. At least, not like that," I laughed, "You clearly only wanted to bone someone. And well that's all well and good that's not me. I've never even had a boyfriend, Juice. I'm not going to fuck some random guy that I don't know. What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"You work at a strip club."

"And as of two days ago, I'm now a bartender," I said, shaking my head, "I told the manager I started seeing someone and he didn't like the idea of me being a stripper."

"You're seeing someone?"

"No, you jackass," I sighed, "not that it’s any of your business, but I was talking to someone…and I don’t think he’d like me being a stripper."

“You’re talking to someone?”

“Damn…jealous much?” I joked. He frowned and I shrugged, “it’s probably nothing…and it’ll probably blow over...why…you interested?”

He looked at me, and I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

He didn't have to say anything. I knew what his answer was.

"Lexi-"

"You should go, Juice," I whispered, not entirely wanting to hear his answer, “go home.”

He nodded, getting out of the car.

Juice’s POV

"Why won't you just talk to me, huh?"

"No time," I muttered, getting the bag packed. I'd dosed the meat earlier and now Tig was expecting me to be ready to go in a few minutes, "gotta run errands with your dad. Then we're going on a trip for a few days. I have to make sure I have everything."

"Well, he's having me drop you guys off," she said quietly, "I could help you pack. Where are you guys go-"

"NO."

She shrunk back and I felt bad.

Shit.

"It's shit you shouldn't be involved with, okay Lexi?"

"But my dad's having me drive you guys to some lot," she laughed, "he wouldn't put me into trouble or anything."

"Just stop," I sighed, finally turning around, "you can't help me, Lexi. You shouldn't even be anywhere near us. Let alone me. Do you remember the conversation we had in the car a few days ago?"

"Yeah."

I felt some sadness creep up in the tone of her voice. There was no doubt in my mind that she remembered exactly what had happened.

I told her that we couldn't have a relationship. I told her that she was too young. I told her that it would never happen. And she made it seem like she was talking to someone, but I could see through it all.

She wasn’t.

The heartbreak in her eyes was real, and while I wanted nothing more than to ignore every word I had said to her, I had to think of what was best for me. What was best for her. And being with her would mean nothing good came of it.

Then I went inside, and she hadn't talked to me since.

But why now?

"Why are you even here then?" I asked, feeling like an asshole the second the words slipped from my mouth, "why aren't you just being a kid or some shit and doing homework or I don't know, having a slumber party with girls your age."

"Why are you-"

"Being a dick?" I asked cutting her off. She nodded. I laughed, "it's because you can't seem to get it through your teenage brain. This isn't some fairytale. There's no happily ever after, Lexi. Especially not with me. You need to find some guy your own age. You're eighteen. I'm twenty-six. I've got nearly a decade on you."

"But Juice-"

"LEXI!" Tig announced, "I've been looking for you everywhere sweetie. Where you been? We gotta go."

She turned around. Tig was standing there waiting.

"You ready to go, Juice?"

"Yeah."

"Lexi?"

"I-I'm not feeling too good," she lied, "I just came in here to tell Juice I don't think I can drive you guys to pick up your truck."

"Oh no, sweetheart," he sighed, looking at his daughter, "You alright? I don't need to take you to the doctor's or anything, do I?"

"I'll be fine dad," she sighed. She looked at me and bit her lip. Then she looked back to Tig. I couldn't pretend not to see the tears in her eyes, "you guys enjoy your trip or whatever...I'll see you when you get back dad."

Before Tig could respond she was out the door like a bat out of hell.

"She seem okay to you?"

"Probably just some high school drama," I shrugged, “kids these days are weird.”

"Hey, stop being an asshole," he growled, "that's my kid."

I nodded, not wanting to say anything more as we grabbed our bags and went towards the truck. While he was driving Tig said that Gemma would get the truck in a few days after everything had quieted down.

I shrugged, not really concerned with the details of the truck.

Instead, I was thinking of the girl who's been plaguing my mind since I met her.

"You know Alex got a job a few weeks ago," Tig said quietly, "she's been going a few nights a week. Sack usually picks her up at a diner. She's been coming home earlier though. Maybe her customers stopped hanging around so much."

"Kids will do that."

"You ever do that with your friends when you lived in New York?" he asked, "I don't remember ever hearing Colleen telling me about Dawn and Fawn doing that shit."

"Nope."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, "Normally you never shut the hell up! Do you and Alex have the same thing?"

"No!" I said quickly, "I just. I've been thinking about this girl."

"Oh, I don't want to hear about that shit," he growled, “I don’t do relationships. Don’t want to hear about em or know about em!”

"What?" I asked, "a second ago you were trying to get me to talk, now that I want to talk about something it doesn't matter to you."

"I was trying to be nice," he muttered, "shit, I know you've been drifting around lately. Seems like your head isn't here. You need to get back in before anyone else notices."

"My head is here."

"Is it?" he asked.

I nodded, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it up from a match from the matchbook that Lexi gave me the second time I'd seen her at the club.

"Surprised to see you back!"

I smiled as she sat down on my left, a shot placed on the table in front of me.

"What can I say?" I chuckled, "I like the view."

"I could say the same thing."

I felt my cheeks heating up as she bit her bottom lip. I took the shot and she smiled. I licked my lips, "You flirt with every one of the guys you see?"

"Only the cute ones."

I smiled again.

God she knew how to work me over.

I grabbed a cigarette from my pack, and she pulled a book of matches out of her bra, tossing them on the table. As I grabbed the book, I couldn't help but admire her. Her perfectly tanned legs, lean and tight body that was decorated with lacey lingerie. Her practically see-through robe untied and draped around her.

She was fucking perfection.

What I wouldn't give.

"You want a dance?"

"More than anything," I smiled, pocketing the matches. She took my cigarette, took a drag, then put it out in the ash tray. Standing up, she grabbed my hand and started leading me back to the rooms again.

"Hey, where'd you get those?"

"Huh?"

"The matches?" he asked with a laugh.

"Oh, this strip club," I shrugged, "girl gave em to me when I didn't have a light."

"Shit, didn't know anyone still made match books," he laughed, “that shits wild.”

I tucked the packet into my front pocket and took a long drag off my cigarette. I couldn't stop myself from going back to my mind, thinking of how she looked that night.

Chapter 6

#soa #sons of anarchy season 1 #sons of anarchy season 2 #sons of anarchy #motorcycle clubs #motorcycle #mc #tigs daughter #soa juice #juice ortiz #juan carlos

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meowstix · 2 years

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OK SO!! here's some bakuten shoot dub changes i find interesting!!!! keep in mind this only covers the first like.. 7 episodes and even then i didn't watch all of them in full (it was only around ep 4 that i actually sat through most of it) so obviously this is nowhere near comprehensive, it's just some things i find noteworthy (also i'm not even getting into the 3 dub-exclusive characters i don't even think i need to explain anything there)

in the japanese version only certain people can see sacred beasts, there's not really any specific criteria or rules about it, meanwhile in the dub it seems everyone can see em. i can kind of get why they changed this seeing as how it's a small detail that doesn't really contribute much yet still raises questions

there's a bit in ep 3 where kyojyu is like... weirdly suspicious of max? like in the japanese version kyojyu's just like "yeah you really shouldn't underestimate this guy takao" in the dub he's like "idk isn't this all a bit Sussy? Imposter Behavior even?" (obviously that is paraphrased but you get the idea)

in the dub Only, kai is mentioned to be the like... regional champion i think? idk what the term is but again it's a thing that's only ever mentioned in the dub

OK SO. kyojyu, manabu, kenny, whatever the hell you wanna call him i just go with kyojyu personally. an interesting little thing about him is that in the dub version, yeah his nickname is the chief but he's still called kenny pretty regularly. in the sub, while kyojyu is very much a nickname aswell, almost everyone refers to him by this. there's like 2 cases i can think of where he's referred to by his first name and neither of them are in the first season you straight up do not hear it at all until v-force and even after that it's barely said. idk it's a weird little thing, again i'm not really surprised the dub changed it

this next one i'm going to admit. bothers the absolute shit out of me i have no idea why they did this one. so in the japanese version, it's stated that the pendant with genbu is from max's mother. and as we know she ends up being a pretty relevant character a bit later in the season. for some reason though, in the dub, it's stated that the pendant was given to max by some basically nonexistent grandma. i'm not really sure how to explain the effect lost here but hopefully it's self-evident

this one is super minor but idk there's something abt it i find notable. so when max runs into kai after their match they have a quick exchange and there's one change that i just find to be. well something, in the dub kai's like "oh uh. thanks i guess?"... meanwhile in the japanese version kai just calls max a naive fool. i'm kind of curious if this is just a one-off case of this or if kai just isn't as much of an asshole in the dub

they literally cannot pronounce driger right every time they say it i die a little inside

GRANDPA ALERT!!!!!!

ok sorry that line just caught me off guard. emergency alert systems there is an old bitch in the area. anyway so the dub adds an entire bit to this episode of it being tyson's birthday? the title seems to imply it's his 13th more specifically so that's the closest thing you're getting to a canon age confirmation (atleast in the anime) i guess. but yeah in the japanese version the celebration is because his grandpa views takao's match with kai as a duel

this isn't really a specific thing but. as much as i hate to admit it. ok some of the dub's jokes do land pretty well. the commentators in particular just going off these few eps i'd say for the most part their banter is generally funnier than almost all of g-rev's attempts to shove in daichi as comedy relief. dizzi isn't nearly as funny but the "what do i look like a compute- oh yeah" that was pretty good

tldr i am so mad (/hj) that this dub is actually pretty interesting what the fuck

#''did you start paying more attention because of aj topper and brad best'' maybe. maybe i did #rat chat #beyblade #bakuten shoot beyblade

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𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 : 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐇

Detection of the following Fractured Dimension at Depth: 666())error254 Deviation: 0.9999999999957???1 > The location of anomaly has been lost. > ........

There were distant voices.

'Where the hell is he?! I want you to scour every single corner, is that understoo—....?!”

A scream, muffled popping noises, and static.

'Major? Come in, major!'

The sound of countless, hurried footsteps made of metal pounding against dark hallways.

'.... This is the major. Take everything. All the documents you can find. It has to be here somewhere. It’s all useful.'

(All for the sake of Spyrite research, the technology that could save the world…)

'Affirmative, sir. And what of any other witnesses we run into…..?'

(... never seeing the light of day.)

'You have permission from HQ to shoot on sight. According to latest intel, the thirteenth floor should have a secret room. Be prudent and check there first…. I hereby designate this task to you. Don’t get emotional again, and remember your training.’

(Not here, at least. It was probably too late.)

. . . . .

Jude Mathis laughed to himself, back against the base of his desk as he sat on the cold ground. One of his hands was covering something in his pocket, the other weakly grabbing his lower side.

"You’re going the wrong way..." But all it took was one stray bullet. A breath, and... exhale. Easy now. He'd been feeling much worse a short while ago. But now, not so bad. He was thankful for that. Slowly, the young researcher glanced down at himself. Even his lab coat was beginning to soak through, clean white meeting red. Seeing it made him frown.

He really was fond of it. And after all the trouble Balan went through to buy him that a year ago... well, technically... it'd been a little longer than that now.

It was almost hard to believe. Why did that feel like a lifetime ago?

Even when he remembered a man (one of them, just a singular person of so many others), the choice that one ultimately made, the things he did, and the worst pain it resulted in. Just the memory was enough. At that time, barely hanging on, he wasn't sure how he'd been left aliveーー

While nobody else was spared. In countless ways, Jude no longer had anyone to call his friend. But the world went on the best it could. Even when he felt like it shouldn't have. Like the ticking of a clock, patient, counting down like a bomb, alive— a strained heart beating just like his own. Why? Maybe he was just a good actor who's only specialty was looking like he'd died, inside and out. Maybe that was the only reason he was hereー

And then he finally made it to this point. Maybe everything was for this, here and now. And his mission, staying the same since the day he decided on it. Lying to himself now would be pathetic.

Especially since he'd already won. All those people, continuing to run right past the hidden room he was in... stupid.

But it also meant that they’d be safe.

“Ughー....!” Jude stood up with a stagger, dark hair in his eyes that'd since grown a bit longer, hair he never bothered to change anymore, all back to the way it was before he ever stepped foot in Elympios. He grabbed the edge of the desk with his bloody and free hand, shoulders slumped as he leaned against it.

He glanced behind him. On the desk was the sole revolver he’d been using to defend himself up until now. It wasn't his. But the smell of gunpowder did remind him of someone. That was when the door flew open.

Slowly, Jude tilted his head, casually locking eyes with his intruder.

'Doctor Mathis.’ Gun pointed at him already. ‘Surrender the data quietly. I... have orders to spare your life.'

Laughing hurt, so he forced it down. ".... You're really bad at lying."

‘What?’

“I heard a few things earlier. I won’t give it to you.”

'... Just wait. The truth is, personally, I think you can still helー'

"It's alright. Do your job."

The gun, still pointed at him from a distance, was unmoving. Jude stared deep into the barrel.

‘Very well. But, before that, I’d just like to say a few things….. I’m sorry for the horrific loss of your colleagues in those explosions earlier. Maybe, if I’d made a better choice then, perhaps they could’ve been evacuated by now…..’

Fate, if there were still such a thing by now, really was funny. But, even if it did still existー

“You’re just telling the truth. Nothing wrong with that.”

ー It’d still be up against Jude. The barrel he was looking into was now shaking slightly.

‘… Did you anticipate this?’

“There was nothing I could do. Thanks for bothering to talk with me.”

‘... One more thing. I want to thank you for helping my grandma before. I… a few months ago. In Trigleph. She’sー... She’s a lot better nowー’

And once the barrel was no longer eye level with Jude, a cold beep sounded.

With a deafening burst, the back of the room violently came apart with rapid explosions. The ground shook, and both of them lost their footing, kneeling against cracked concrete and rubble. As they froze, one of them in shock, the searing heat of reds and oranges cast harsh, crackling shadows over their expressions as they looked at each other.

Jude’s was completely calm as he stared forward, gripping the detonator in his fist. And the gun to his face was now on the other side of the room, already collecting dust that was falling from the ceiling.

‘You…!!’ The soldier hurled his gaze to the door. There was nothing there now, except piles of indomitable rock and rubble blocking the way. ‘You can’t be serious… You’re crazy!! I can’t believe you just..?!’

The Jude Mathis he remembered had never been so ruthless.

“I’m sorry.” To all he'd failed before. The pain inside his gut was starting to throb again in waves, heavy on every breath he took. There was no point in trying to stop this. His hand was already tainted red, anyway. And soon, he could have even more blood on his hands.

‘So it’s really worth more than your life, that data chip? My life, too?!’

“I’m guessing… you didn’t completely sign up for this job, huh.” Quietly, Jude grinned a grin slightly reminiscent of a certain mercenary. “I could more or less tell when I was talking to you over the comm earlier, to be honest… I realized you’re a total rookie.”

‘The what? That was you? No……’

“I’m not the best actor… but I try.” Not that I wanted to learn this from you, Alvin.

‘You bastard… what if I hadn’t done as you expected? You’d be dead already!!’

“And there’s no such thing as a scientist that doesn’t take any risks.”

‘I can’t. I just can’t die in here with someone like you…! Even after what you did for me—’ He stumbled to his feet, stepping over and through the flames that licked at his boots. In the opposite direction was his gun lying on the ground. Then he stopped to spin around. ‘Then, all your colleagues on the other floor… Did you blow them up too?!’ Unlike his own, they hadn't signed up to die one day.

To his shock, Jude smiled with relief. “There….. weren’t any. I told everyone to take the week off… effective this morning. It was so sudden, but they actually listened to me…. haha.” Even after everything. And they were even happy to help him with all that research which seemed off topic at the time.

Coworkers, colleagues. They weren't just those to him. At first, that was just another reason why it was hard to let it all go. The heat was unbearable, reflecting amber inside amber eyes. Jude tiredly closed them. Us? We’re just unlucky, I guess—

But when he opened them again, he was resolute.

“I couldn’t just hand over the Spyrite research. Especially not to people who only want it so they can create weapons of mass destruction. Even if the world is still ending out there. It’s not right. There was already someone I trusted, so… when he suddenly came here, I gave the data chip to him. As for all of this stuff… It's too dangerous to keep everything. They could use it, too. So I can’t just leave things intact. I won’t.”

No more meaningless sacrifices after this.

‘You’re lying… but, who? Who did you give it to?’

“He’s left already. Doesn’t belong here.” Jude sighed, hand moving to cover half his face. Now his hair was soaking in red, too. “In his hands? I… guess I shouldn’t really be thinking this, considering what ended up happening… but still. We talked, and… now I have a feeling it’s gonna be alright this time. No matter what dimension he’s from. Only he has that power… his potential’s there, always.”

‘.... You’ve really lost it, haven’t you?’ So it seemed the rumours about those Fractured Dimensions were true, after all. That was why Spirius Corp. went the way it did… it wasn't just the miasma killing everyone and everything.

Jude looked at the ground. If he ever stopped believing, then he really would have lost it.

“I’m sorry for deceiving you. There should be an emergency exit behind those metal shelves over there. You can still make it.... they’re made to be protected against all this fire. But you’ll have to hurry." He winced, but wasn't done. "And please... when you get back out there, after shooting me or not…... do what you think is right this time. Your grandmother, right? I remember her. So don’t die here.”

‘.......... Fine. But, you…. all of this, why?’

He usually had a rousing speech for that question, but it seemed like he was too tired for it now.

“I just had a promise to fulfill.” And the pendant around his neck still hadn’t cracked.

Jude lifted his head, steeled. “So.... what’s it going to be?”

> ... > ........ > ...........[date created: error_] [checking...] [......] [success. loading of video file complete.]

... The quality of the recording is poor, dark and fraying. There's a man standing in a room, with his back to the camera.

「　Greetings, I’m leaving this as a message. First off, I know you’ll be able to complete your research. I've seen it happen. And this probably isn’t even the first instance of proof you’ve come across to suggest that... or, maybe you’re already advanced that far. Relating to Spyrite, there's than enough experiment results included in the data. These should be around 95% still useful to you in that case.... because they outline the rest. 　」

He tilts his head, but it's still too dark to see anything properly.

「　To be honest, that’s probably going to be it for me… at least for now. You’ll encounter a major roadblock in results after that, so this’ll make it easier for you. Don’t give up, and you won't fail. But, in the case where you’re behind all of that, don’t worry. Just do it in time, even when it seems like you have all the time in the world... your work is never done. 　」

The man walks closer to the camera, hands inside his lab coat.

「　What I mean by that is the Fractured Dimensions, and the places beyond them. We didn’t have much time left to do it, but my team and I compiled and researched everything we could. I still don’t know if it’ll be enough, but it’s our best shot. I’ve sent all that data over as well. Whatever you do, keep it from everyone you know, or else they’ll be in danger–- especially Spirius. There’s just too many different agendas at play there. I know this may be hard to believe, but we’ve managed to discover things even they aren’t even aware of. 　」

There's a meaningful pause.

「　Don’t let anything fall into the wrong hands. As for my side of things, I'll be making them think that I've destroyed it all once they're here. After that... I have some things to do.　」

An intake of breath.

「　... Just as importantly, don’t be so indecisive. Look after your friends, old and new. Help them, talk to them, protect them the best you can. I’ve left something for the Ludger that you know to read, too. But if he’s not there… you’ll have to take a look at it yourself. 　」

He comes even closer.

「　Don’t keep Milla and everyone waiting. You’ve changed, remember? Go the extra mile, and then do it all over again. When it’s impossible, keep on finding another way. That’s what you do. 　」

A hand moves to cover the camera, and the view suddenly flipsー the ceiling and his face become clear.

Jude's expression is serious, and then he smiles sharply.

「　Then, this world can change.　」

#drabble .#/ warning for much guns and violence and blood #and angst (shocking) HOO and with that x2's bad ending!ju.de has been created here :')#this is finally out of my system ive been thinking about it for a while LOOL plus i wanted an excuse to write him being a badass mf #while in pain. while in one of the worst case scenarios bc that's what he does best #it's only an epilogue thing but simple points from this might come up in other x2 threads/verses etc #now i will work on other stuff whew #(spoilers for those that wanna read: i left his fate ambiguous bc you never know.......)#𝒗 : xillia 2、a message from the end　／　bad!end

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