#anyway *screams as loud as possible* okay I'm normal now
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#the scan ver of this was blurry/low res so i went n took a photo from my copy of the volume#anyway p sure this is abe and now I'm [EXPLODES DIES BADLY]#and ig mizutani on the left also looking azorable#the text is about how he had to buy uniform looking clothes bc he didnt have any (vol 5 omake)#anyway *screams as loud as possible* okay I'm normal now
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Baking blind, deaf and mute | Chris Sturniolo
Chris Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where Y/N participates in the Baking Blind, Deaf and Mute video, but things don't go as planned.
Warning: Begin of a panic attack, anxiety.
Requested?: Yes, @ecliphttlunar
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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"Alright guys, it's been almost a year since the last time we filmed one of these, I think..." Nick began, his body appearing in the camera frame, stopping next to Matt.
"Yeah, and today we have a special guest-" Matt was interrupted by Nick, who swallowed all the rest of his energy drink, stumbling back as he shook his head hard, feeling the burn go down his throat.
"Like she doesn't appear in almost every video." Chris ignored Nick's reaction, momentarily pointing to his girlfriend next to him.
A laugh escaped his throat, followed by a dramatic sound of pain as he received a slap from Y/N as a response, who rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms and looking at the camera.
"They love me more than they love you guys at this point." She murmured, pointing at the camera with her chin, blowing an air kiss towards it.
"Anyways!" Nick shouted, casting a scolding glance from the corner of his eye at Chris and Y/N, focusing his eyes on the lens. "Today we're going to do the baking blind, deaf and mute challenge, and we have a guest with us, Y/N!" He raised his left hand, pointing it towards the girl momentarily, who smiled big and waved.
"Exactly, and since there will be four of us, instead of three, we will repeat one position. Y/N will be blind with Matt, while I will be mute and Nick will be deaf." Chris explained, wrapping his left arm around his girl's shoulder, pulling her close and massaging her biceps slightly, sealing his lips over her head momentarily.
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"Okay, today we're going to cook a carrot cake with chocolate frosting since it's our guest's favorite." Nick spoke, his voice coming out louder than normal since his ears were covered by the headphones where music was coming out at full volume.
Y/N nodded, resting her hands on the table, unable to see exactly where she was, her eyes already covered by Chris's red bandana.
"Y/N doesn't eat ready cake mixture, so we're going to make it from scratch!" Matt added, his back resting on the counter next to the stove.
His arms were crossed, and his head was turned in the direction he thought the camera was.
"Let's begin!"
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"Can someone preheat the oven, please?" Y/N asked, her head turned to the side where she heard footsteps.
A tired sigh escaped her nose when she received no response. The girl moved slowly, using her raised arms for support, feeling wherever she went.
Sudden hands on her waist made her jump in fright, relief coursing through her veins as she quickly recognized Chris's touch. The boy holds her tightly, guiding her slowly through the kitchen, until they reach the stove.
Chris lightly held her wrist, guiding her hand to the button to turn on the oven, waiting for her to do so before letting go of her hand, moving away slightly.
"What is happening? Are you still here?" Matt's voice cut through the air, his figure doing a 360° turn as he tried to understand where the others were.
"In here, Matt." Y/N replied as she walked back to the table, feeling around until she found the ingredients already separated.
The girl reached for the carrots, feeling them to check if they were peeled. They weren't.
"Chris, can you peel it for me, please?" The girl asked loudly, lifting her chin in the air so her voice could echo better.
Footsteps approached, and soon, the carrots were taken from her hands, the sound of a knife hitting the cutting board filling her ears.
The sound of screams filled the kitchen, Nick singing the songs he was listening to as loud as possible, probably dancing around the space, checking every now and then if the others were making the recipe correctly, despite Y/N and Chris knowing it by heart.
"Nick, can you shut up?" Matt asked loudly, turning in the direction where his brother's voice came from.
Nick noticed Matt trying to talk to him, looking back while furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
"What?" He screamed.
Y/N, who was blindly measuring the correct amount of oil using a measuring cup, jumped in place in fright by the sudden loud sound. Her hand holding the oil shook slightly from the movement, spilling some of the contents onto her other hand and the table.
Her shoulders slumped, but she just kept going, knowing that there was nothing she could do at that moment other than fulfill her task.
After measuring the oil and flour as correctly as possible, the girl felt the table on her right side in search of the cut carrots, no longer feeling Chris' presence there.
Her hands ran across the wooden surface, grabbing the first thing she found in the belief that it was the vegetables, but instead, it was a knife.
A wince escaped her lips, feeling a sharp burning sensation spread from her right index finger to her hand. She had cut herself.
"Can I have a paper towel?" Y/N asked in a low tone, her voice coming out choppy from the pain she felt. "Hey, somebody, a paper towel. Please?"
No one answered her, Matt and Nick's arguing voices only growing louder and louder.
The girl took a deep breath, wiping her finger on her t-shirt, feeling pain and disgust at the same time at the thought of cleaning a wound on a fabric that wasn't as clean as something specific for hygiene.
Her attention returned to the things in front of herself. Y/N replayed her last steps in her mind, making sure she did everything right.
With that, her hand rescued the fuê that she knew was on her left side and began to mix all the ingredients in the ceramic bowl carefully, despite the pain in her hand.
She felt her senses were more heightened than normal, perhaps because her eyes were covered, which made her hear the different steps of each of the triplets, their voices, and in which direction they were going.
But at that moment, her attention was so focused on the mixture that she forgot to pay attention to the three boys.
"Matt, I'm not listening to anything you're saying!" Nick shouted, his tone full of sarcasm.
"I'm just asking you to stop-"
"Don't touch me, Chris!"
"Nick, stop doing that-"
"Stop talking, I can't hear you-"
The impact came suddenly against Y/N's back, causing her to hit her belly on the corner of the table and, consequently, pushing the mixture forward due to the impact. She was certain that everything had been spilled onto the wooden surface when she heard a loud gasp coming from Matt.
Y/N's lips trembled before the tears even came. She felt her eyes burning behind her bandana while her cheeks and chest ached with anguish.
"Y/N?" Chris's voice came out softly, his hands quickly ripping the bandana from his mouth, approaching his girl, ignoring the guilty looks from Nick and Matt as they both removed their respective bandana and headphones.
Y/N didn't respond, resting her hands on the table and lowering her head, feeling the fabric over her eyes getting damp little by little.
"Baby?" Chris whispered, slowly untying the knot on the bandana behind her head, being careful not to pull out any hair. The last thing he wanted was to cause pain on his girlfriend.
He felt his heart sink at the sight of her eyes closed tightly and her eyelashes damp against her pink cheeks. His own eyes quickly caught her chest rising and falling faster than normal in agitation.
Chris moved closer to her, positioning his hands on both of his girl's hips, lightly squeezing the covered skin in an attempt to ground her.
"Hey, hey, pretty girl, it's okay. Deep breaths, hm?" The brunette whispered close to her ear, casting a quick look behind his shoulder at his brothers, silently asking them to move away. "That's right, just like that. You got it, my love."
Y/N sucked in air through her nose, holding it for a few seconds before releasing it through her mouth.
After repeating the process a few times, she could finally feel her heart calm down and the anguish slowly disappear. Y/N opened her eyes slowly, blinking a few times to remove the remnants of tears.
"There's my pretty girl. Are you with me, baby?" Chris smiled kindly, his eyes shining as he looked at Y/N, waiting for her answer.
"Uhum, I am good. Thank you, baby." Her voice came out still a whisper, but in a healthier tone. "Can we continue? I really want to-"
"Wait, is that blood? Baby, are you hurt?" Chris noticed the reddish tone on her right hand, interrupting her sentence and holding her hand delicately with both of his, analyzing the small cut.
"Yeah, with that knife. It was an accident, but it's not hurting anymore." The girl tried to assure him, stroking his hands with her thumb slowly.
"Can we at least clean it? Before we continue." He asked, his tone full of hope while his eyes run through her face, trying to find any trace of pain.
"Okay." Y/N nodded, whispering with a small smile decorating her face.
The boy guided her to the sink, turning on the tap to cold water and slowly bringing her hand closer to the jet, letting the water hit the injured skin slowly, so that it didn't make her feel any more pain.
A wince escaped Y/N's throat when she felt the contact, suppressing the urge to pull her hand back.
"I know, baby. I know, I'm sorry." Chris whispered, his lips pressed against the side of her head. His free hand made small circles on her back, trying to reflect calm to her.
After a few seconds, Chris finally turned off the tap again, drying his own hand before rescuing a few sheets of paper towels. He wiped Y/N's sensitive skin slowly, wrapping her finger around a clean sheet.
"All done, honey."
"Thank you." She smiled, sealing her lips on his jaw slightly. "Can we bake now?" She asked innocently, looking at Matt and Nick, who were still watching them with guilty eyes.
Chris let out a low chuckle at her comment, waving his brothers closer again.
"Are you good, girl?" Nick asked as he approached Y/N, stroking her left shoulder lightly, his eyebrows furrowed.
"I am good, Nick. I promise." She smiled big at her best friend, hugging him sideways and laying her head on his right shoulder for a few seconds before stepping away again.
"Okay then, let's bake a cake!" Matt smiled at the camera, grabbing the nearest roll of paper towels, ready to clean up the mess before they could start baking again.
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Extra - comments:
"omg I would die on Y/N's place, all this was so overwhelming 😭"
"chris is such a good boyfriend and you can see it in here, the way he helps her at the beginning? bf goals 😫😫😫"
"chris and Y/N are so beautiful together 🥺"
"the way chris was super worried about Y/N so he ripped off his bandana too quickly to help her 😔😔😔"
"I want what they have so bad"
"nick and matt feeling guilty and then worrying about her was so cute!!"
"them baking it from the beginning again only because Y/N wanted to eat that cake is so thoughtful 😭"
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JAMAIS VU >>> MOTORWAY SOUTH
1 "The Hat Law."
ACELE - "Yeah, well..." She tries to think of something to say, but can't. "Look man, fuck the hat."
HALF LIGHT [Medium: Success] - Your pulse rises.
AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - What did she just say? That's not how a civilian is supposed to address an officer of the law.
[Authority - Heroic 15] Regain authority in her eyes.
"Is that kind of language really necessary?"
AUTHORITY [Heroic: Failure] - Lots of feeling. Feel it up, *way* up.
"Oh my god! FUCK THE HAT?! Is that what you just said to me? I can't *BELIEVE* you told me to fuck the hat!"
AUTHORITY - You're saying it really loud, but it's not coming out right. Maybe add more indignation?
You - "So I should just... just... take this hat I'm wearing and FUCK it, right?!" (Point at your head, where the hat is located.) "Engage in sexual intercourse with a hat right here in front of you, because you told me so? On the SEA ICE?!"
AUTHORITY - More.
"RIGHT HERE ON THE SEA ICE?!"
AUTHORITY - MORE.
"GIVE YOU A LITTLE… ICE-COP-HAT-FUCK-SHOW?!"
(Puff your cheeks as if you can't even *breathe* from the sheer indignity of the affront!)
ACELE - "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry..." The girl is visibly shaken.
KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant is watching the scene unfold before his eyes, unsure how to react.
"IS THAT HOW YOU SEE ME?"
ACELE - The girl looks down, slowly curling into a ball.
ESPRIT DE CORPS [Challenging: Success] - Three figures on the spring ice. One, a shortish man, is standing with his shoulders slightly hunched. Another, a young woman, tries her best to ignore the third, a middle-aged man with spectacular sideburns, who's screaming at her with all his might...
Across the bay, two figures watch the scene unfold through coin-operated binoculars. "My god," one says in a concerned voice. "Let me see," says the other.
EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - That's it, you've earned it -- start crying, life's hard.
Start crying.
"Anyway... I can't believe you used obscenities like that in front of a police officer. And you should... you should..."
ACELE - The words are stuck in your throat. All that comes out is tears, pouring down your face. The young woman has kept her eyes trained on her wires, waiting for the lecture to end, but now she hears sobbing...
Looking up she sees a grown man -- on the wrong side of forty, his face bloated from alcohol and god knows what else -- not so quietly crying.
"This… isn't really about the hat, is it?"
-1 Morale
"No..."
"It is! It *so* is!"
(Wipe away the tears.) "And you should wear a hat, that's it, that's what I wanted to say."
ACELE - "You know, you're not the only one with issues." There's a motherly hint to her voice. "I self-medicate, shit... life's a horror, you know."
"Crying helps, though. Get it out of your system and then maybe we can talk, okay? I'll be here."
Uh, not great.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Khm..." Having looked away during the final phase of your little episode, the lieutenant now addresses you.
"Do you, uh, want to *talk* about what just happened?"
"That's probably a good idea."
"What's there to talk about?"
KIM KITSURAGI - "Normally I'm opposed to discussing one's feelings, especially on-duty, but I think this is an exceptional case..."
"So, what do *you* think happened?"
DRAMA [Medium: Success] - 'Tis possible thou couldst persuade the lieutenant 'twas all a part of thy 'unorthodox' method. But can thou persuade *thyself*?
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Also are you doing okay?
I think so. I've got a therapist, and supportive friends. I'm slowly becoming more and more financially stable. One of my disabilities is going away, one I thought would be with me for life! I've even got a top surgery letter now, and we're working on getting a consultation with a surgeon!
But I'm also realizing how fucked everything is. Sorry, I kinda vented to you, but it's below the cut so you don't have to read it. Just, overall, I think I'm doing okay. I know I'll be alright. But fuck man it's hard to believe it sometimes, lmao.
I'm just also coming to realize how fucked up my childhood actually was. How fucked up the whole world is. How one person can singlehandedly make your life hell, and that just deciding to get away from them isn't enough.
It's been hard. On a personal level, I've been dealing with borderline abuse for the better part of 3 years, since I finally moved into my own apartment; once online, and twice IRL now. It's been every form of abuse except physical and sexual, but even then, I still felt physically unsafe around one of my abusers. Like he could have hurt me if he stayed around much longer.
The most latest example of it was my ex roommate, who had to be moved out of our place because of his screaming at us, throwing things, extreme beliefs, and illegal things like stealing money. And he still lives in this building, too, just not with us anymore. The new people who have to deal with him now actually just contacted us to ask us how tf we got rid of him, aha.
But even aside from that, on a more broad level, I've come to realize my own learned helplessness (the clinical term), trauma, and am struggling to come to terms with how true a lot of that stuff is.
I am helpless when it comes to ending an overseas "war" that I don't really have any stakes in anyway, aside from a moral one. I don't have family in Gaza, I don't know anyone there, but that shouldn't matter, y'know? It's still terrible, and I still can't help anyone there. No matter how loud we scream, the politicians are doing everything they can to drag their feet and are trying to get Israel to end it as fast as possible so people will just shut up about it already. They know we know, too, and are just trying to save face and it pisses me off. But what can I do about it? Not a whole lot!
I'm helpless when it comes to getting my family's acceptance of my own identity, or the constant misgendering at work, or the sexual harassment I keep getting from customers. Like, just today, two different guys offered to get me a pop or something, and my first instinct WASN'T to be like "oh thank you!" Instead, I raised my hackles in a "why are you being nice to me" way. That's not normal. It's a learned behavior and I don't know what to do about it.
I'm helpless to help my friend, who lives in an actively abusive household here in the States. Not mine, but within a day's drive of here if I got up early. We've called CPS, the cops, I've compiled a HUGE Google Doc of all the evidence we could find, I'm in touch with their sibling, I've straight-up TALKED to their abusive father (which was terrifying holy shit), and still NOTHING has changed. I think we're just gonna have to wait until they're old enough to move out, which fucking sucks.
I'm helpless to even help myself a lot of the time. My abusive relationships in the past have killed a lot of my creativity, energy, and overall positivity. I don't know if I'll ever really get it back.
But I'm doing what I can. I'm standing up for what's right in any way I can, I'm keeping tabs on my friend, I'm educating myself and diving into history, I'm trying to point my parents in the right directions, I'm trying to help my sibling from a distance, anything I can. I just feel like it isn't enough, y'know?
On the whole, I'm doing alright. And I'll be okay. But those bad days be hitting, lol.
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5. The Third Magician
STOP! YOURE MAKING HIM SELF CONSCIOUS!!!!!!!!!!
Well this is just fucked
OH FUCK THIS IS THE ONE THING YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO AS A MAGICIAN!!!!!!!!!! About to get blackballed by the magicians guild
Well no wonder he keeps revealing his secrets hes not supposed to lie. thats like, the main thing magicians do.
Ok I'm gonna be honest I think a human would also be concerned about this
Number 3 on my Top 5 things to say to get kids to REALLY want to investigate the house right here.
Kenichi like breathes and Atom is like screaming because it was so loud
Again just appreciate how straightforwardly evil this is
Tezuka had a lot of fun drawing these panels I can tell. It reads like a wheres waldo page.
Really great way to consolidate all the paintings into several easy to transport vans so they can get stolen easier.
Ok I do gotta hand it to Tawashi this is a great hiding spot
On my "'Tis" and "Indeed" bullshit yet again
First calves vs. boots mistake(s) I've spotted since Plant People, but it's possible I missed one in Deadcross. All panels leading up to this have boots, he loses them for 3 panels, then they come back.
I want to stress again that calves vs. boots does not matter. I just like pointing it out.
Okay embarassment may be a little harsh
I hate him but he is pretty relateable. Me trying to escape problems as well.
This type of thing is common at the police agency (as we'll see) and Atom overhearing it is Also fairly common. I can't say its not relatable to have heard people say things they believed were behind closed doors about like. Your humanity and human rights.
Anyway, Ochanomizu is not likely to react well to you asking for that change but feel free to go for it I guess.
Actually so badass.
Atom's very unprepared for a debate like this, and clearly Tawashi is embarrassed he's been caught in being a bigot who pretends not to be one.
This interaction is bringing forward like, memories of the way Blue Knight's (2003 specifically) logical and straightforward but passionate approach was really clear to me as a kid. It was like, so simple that to go against it would immediately make someone look bad. They would have to admit the core conceit that they did not think robots deserved rights, nor did they deserve to Leave or be properly compensated - and from there, it's a different conversation.
This Atom, in this moment, just doesn't have any idea of what strategies to use, what to say, what to do. It's sad! And it's overwhelming. No wonder he's about to cry and resorts to "You're being mean!"
For anyone, myself included, who has been put in this situation while wholly unprepared to advocate for their own rights, this scene might hit pretty hard. Or maybe I'm just not normal about the comic book.
This would just be really scary and humiliating and upsetting. For anyone. I'm glad he has someone like Ochanomizu who can support him and guide him through it, but in an ideal world he wouldn't have to go through it at all.
Then again, ideal worlds don't make the best stories, do they?
I do love these moments when the roles are reversed from what we've seen before, and Ochanomizu is Protecting Atom from something he can't fight (human bigotry) instead of Atom protecting Ochanomizu from a more direct physical threat.
This whole portion of the story just makes my heart ache a little
Here we see a completely peaceful demonstration by robots to defend an ambiguous existing law that allows robots to act autonomously.
Atom's conceit here is that "If we offend the humans now, it'll only make things worse!" does not work - They will make things worse if the robots do nothing. Should they not at least show that they disagree? That they don't want to go down quietly? The human police are attacking a peaceful protest.
This is all stuff we're plenty familiar with. Atom's idealism is the same as liberalism in many ways. Go out and vote, don't disrupt the way things are. It allows the status quo to go almost entirely unchallenged, and all that needs to happen is a workaround for some votes. A system rarely actually listens to its most vulnerable.
This is the angriest we've seen him yet in the omnibus order. "Maybe I'm not in the mood to listen!" speaks to some righteous anger we rarely see from him - he's sick of always listening, always being patient. This is the way he knows to enact change. Fighting and punching work. When fighting and punching are out of the question, he feels helpless.
FUUUUCK YES DOGGY POLICE CARS FUCK YES ITS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm biased but I do especially love how this was interpreted for Astro 2003. That said I can't find an image online immediately so everyone that's reading this please join me in imagining the 2003 dog cars.
...
It's great, right?
Oh good thing there's only one big place for us to check huh?
To be continued in a reblog. For reasons.
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What do you think each pet/ or au persons idea of a romantic date would be?
Bonas who do you think they’d be in it with?
This is actually such a hard question and I have genuinely been thinking about the answer ever since I got it, that's also partly why it took so long to reply to this specific ask. So, just to be clear, I decided to go with the idea of the "most perfect date" which doesn't include any limits, so it doesn't mean that any of them actually expect whoever they're going on a date with to adjust or anything, it's more of a "if it was possible, they'd like this date to be like that". Some of them are, uh, way more extragavant than others 👀
Pepper - just take her to McDonald's. No, genuinely. Sure, it's not exactly the most romantic place for a date, but like, she was never into convencional romance anyway. So then why McDonald's? There's the superficial reason that she just wants to eat fastfood, and on a perfect date whoever's with her buys her everything and a lot of it, and also adding onto it, it would be preferable if the restuarant was mostly empty. She doesn't mind people at all, but if she's there on a date then she'd rather not have to scream for them to hear her and be distracted by milions of other conversations all around her. Now for the deeper reason, if you take her to such a place then she knows you understand her. She doesn't need romantic dinners and candle lights, she just wants a good time and be able to basically hangout with her date in a normal atmosphere, and some other, fancy places are so full of fakeness. That's the most romantic thing you can do for her.
Minka - okay, she craves excitement and wants to have things to do when on a date and have fun. And what has both excitement and fun? Amusement parks! Any one is fine, but since I'm going by the most-perfect-date-standards ever since she was little she wanted to visit Disneyland and that dream didn't die down at all. So yeah, take her to Disneyland and make sure you do as much there as possible. Go on rides! Take pictures! Eat food! Watch all the performances! Talk with all kinds of performers as well! Preferably it would be with someone who matches her level of energy and enthusiasm.
Vinnie - he doesn't need anything extravagant, first and foremost, you're supposed to be friends so he literally just wants to chill with you. But again, it's the most perfect date, so... take him to your house which is a mansion. It's not like having a bigass house is his biggest dream, but he wouldn't complain if he suddenly had the opportunity to live in one for free, you know? So yeah, and also, warmth! Have a jacuzzi in that mansion and sit there with him and play video games in that jacuzzi somehow (but nothing too competitive cause he might rage). Have some music in the background, as loud as possible but not that loud that he can't hear you. And like Pepper, have as much fast food for him as possible, he's eating all there is. And energy drinks. Give him all that and he would the happiest boy because you're both basically just chilling but expensive version and if he could he would.
Zoe - it's our queen and we all know she would want one of them classic romantic dates but cranked up to 11. So, in a perfect scenario she'd like it to go like this: her date without any warning knocks on her door in the middle of the night claiming that they're taking her on a date of her life and they have a big, biiiig bouqet of roses for her. Somehow, she's already in the most perfect outfit and, of course, she happily accepts. As he jumps into their arms they catch her and carry bridal style all the way to a very elegant and lit up yacht. There, they have the most expensive dinner with wine and there's also a whole orchestra that plays romantic tunes the entire time as well as rose petals everywhere. All the while the yacht is swimming on the river surrounded by the most beautiful sights. They eat, they drink, listen to music and are surrounded by all those beautiful views, but still, her date only has eyes for her. Only at the very end of the date they dare to kiss her and, a classic, that's when the fireworks suddenly explode in the sky above the yacht.
Penny Ling - she would love love to go to the Swan's Lake performance in some big fancy theatre, though the size is not the most important thing. She just wants to see it live, because when she saw it on a video as a child this was actually what inspired her to take up ribbon dancing. Sure, Swan Lake is a ballet not ribbon dancing, but it indirectly inspired her because she thought the dance was so pretty and greaceful. So if you could somehow take her too see it, and in a perfect scenario it would be only her and her date in the theatre, the performance only for her. Also, I' pretty sure you can't eat in such theatres, but in this perfect setting they could and they would have lots of snacks :]. She would be wearing a pretty elegant dress that would make her date swoon as well.
Russell - a classic picnic date for him. On some pretty hill overseeing the city to emphasise that contrast that yes, there's a lot of going on down there but here on this hill there's just him and his date and they can do whatever they want without anyone judging. They have a giant blanket and lots of yummy food, they can have lighthearted conversations, he can maybe show them his favourite books and talk about his favourite games which is sure to lead to some ineresting moments. They can also sit in silence but it's not an awkward one and they both know it, it's just there because they're that comfortable with each other. Ideally, his date would also show a lot interest in him and what he brings to the table, not judging anything, but being entusiastic and accepting.
Sunil - okay, so his perfect date would be driving on a highway when it's already dark, him behind the wheel and his date in the passenger's seat. As I said in one other post, he likes driving and is good at it so it's genuinely so nice and enjoyable for him. Ideally, the highway would be mostly empty (but not fully empty or he might get a bit paranoid because "where is everyone??"). They have some calming music flowing from the car's radio and they sky is clear so they can see the stars perfectly. They can relax and talk about nothing and everything, or maybe they can just sit in calming silence, neither uncomfortable with it. Where are they going? It doesn't matter, he just like the non-complexity of highways, it's just a straight road without any pedestrian crossings or traffic lights he'd have to watch out for so it's perfect for him. At one point they can take a break and for a while pull over somewhere to catch some fresh air and feel the breeze. And at the end, now back in the car, they turn back and drive back home. Perfect
As for who they'd like to be on it with? The obvious answer is whoever they're crushing on. But let's say they're not crushing on anyone at the moment, and someone just asked them out on a date so they accepted to try. In such situation they'd like be with:
Minka - as I said, someone who matches her entusiasm and energy
Pepper - someone who gets her and that she doesn't need any of that fancy, romantic stuff to form a connection
Vinnie - I said it in some other post but he wants it to be someone who he knows already and is of course on friendly terms with
Zoe - ideally, she'd want it to be someone who she doesn't know yet, a charming stranger that comes into her world and sweeps her off her feet because as soon as they saw her they fell for her
Sunil - someone who can appreciate the quieter moments but can also bring out his more energetic and playful side
Russell - just someone who accepts him as he is and doesn't try to change him or say that he's too stubborn for example
Penny - someone who sees past her niceness, sees that there's more to her than that and doesn't take advantage her empathetic spirit
Ahh, I hope this came out okay, I'm actually pretty happy with it
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Greetings if you are still taking sleepy prompts, can you do 2 and possibly 10 for Boggie? I will love you forever.
Being a year older than the rest of the band had its perks. For one, he was the first one with a license and a car, so he could hold that over their heads. Oh, you want to go to McDonalds after the gig? Too bad, I'm driving, Burger King is better anyway. (He didn't really care, he just liked to hear Luke splutter.)
For another, it means he was in college already while the rest were still at home. And college meant his own dorm room. Which despite being on the second floor rather frequently had people climbing through his window. Except Alex, who was normal and either slipped into the building and politely knocked, or threw pebbles at his window until he came downstairs and opened the door for him. Yes, even when his window was already open.
Really, he wasn't sure what he preferred.
Today, it was Reggie who had climbed through his window. Unsurprising, since Luke was back at his parents and trying not to upset his mom by disappearing again, and Alex had his new mysterious boyfriend to flee too when his parents were too much.
Reggie had a standing invitation to come to Bobby's room, especially when he needed somewhere quiet to study. Which, considering he lived in a building full of idiot college students was saying something about how loud Reggie's parents were.
From the dark smudges under his eyes, Bobby could tell this was a bad one. Reggie looked like he hadn't slept properly all week.
Go he gave his boyfriend a hug, and a granola bar, and a kiss to the forehead, and left him alone to grab something to eat at the mess and sneak some shirt back to his room for Reggie. He forced Reggie to eat something, and then let him back at it, settling down on his bed to do some reading for his own courses.
Except at midnight, Reggie was still studying. When Bobby gently suggested he take a break, he whined.
"I'm so behind," he said. "I need to catch up, please, just one more hour."
"Okay," Bobby said. "One more."
Except at one, Reggie tried the same thing.
"Babe, no, you need sleep." He knew from his own late night study sessions that anything past midnight probably wasn't going to stick anyway.
"Thirty more minutes," Reggie begged. "Please? I'll be really quiet, you can just go to bed and I'll leave when I'm done."
"Reg, you're exhausted," Bobby tried to reason with him. "Studying now isn't going to help."
"Please?" Reggie begged. "I just... I don't want to go home."
There it was. Bobby had suspected that Reggie wasn't suddenly just really diligent about the French Civil War.
"You don't have to go home," he promised. "But you do have to close the books and come take a nap, okay?" He was pretty sure as soon as he got Reggie horizontal, he'd be out like a light.
"That's allowed?" Reggie asked, hopeful.
"Of course it's allowed," Bobby said, turning the desk chair so Reggie was facing him. Reggie immediately planted his face against Bobby's stomach. "Why wouldn't it be? Alex crashed here all the time before his mysterious boyfriend who takes him on weird nighttime adventures."
"His name is Willie and they go scream in museums," Reggie mumbled. He sounded like he was already half asleep. "I thought I was just allowed to come over to study and stuff."
"Yeah, and stuff," Bobby said. "You know you're always welcome, Reg. Just because I moved from Lola's place into a dorm room doesn't mean you're not allowed over." It wasn't like he was that serious about his studies anyway. He was mostly just killing time until the guys graduated and Sunset Curve made it big. Whichever came first. Besides, it made his parents happy, and gave him access to a rather sizable allowance, which he'd been quietly saving up so they could all rent an apartment together next year.
"Oh," Reggie said, like that was a revelation. "Wait, you mean we could have been making out this whole time and I just kept coming over to study?"
God, his boyfriend was such a himbo sometimes. "Yes," he said, leaning down to press a kiss to his pouting lips. "But right now, you are going to lie down on my bed, and sleep a solid... at least six hours. I'll drive you to school tomorrow, okay?"
Reggie considered it. "Okay," he said. "And then tomorrow, I can come back and we can make out?"
Bobby laughed. "Yes. Now come on, let's get you to bed."
#bobbyxreggie#julie and the phantoms#fanfic#is it a college au if they don't do anything college-y#and one of them is still in highschool?#Bobby: I have a dorm now and no longer live with my grandma you should come over to... study and stuff*winkwink*#Reggie: *actually comes over to study*#Bobby: =/#yes Bobby got a single room his parents are rich and he has Feral Cat stamped on his admission forms
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Midam superhero anime sounds so fun!! Tell us more 👀
Okay, okay, so this is a super rough idea because I started thinking about it like. Today ahasjslldfkls. But the basic idea is that there are people with superpowers (shocker, amiright) who are basically mutants (I said in the tags I was watching too much Tiger & Bunny and it's true). There are many different types of superpowers. And lots of the people who have them become superheroes. Their true identities are usually hidden.
Anyway, Sam and Dean are these kinds of standard superheroes who aim to save the day and the people and all that stuff. Adam is not superhero or a mutant, just a normal dude.
The angels are basically a family (many adopted though or even employed by Chuck) of mutants. Their goal is not exactly to save anyone, but to kill the ultimate bad guy, Lucifer (surprise, surprise).
As with the superheroes, no one knows these guys' identities. The angels aren't exactly heralded as heroes, though. They're even a bit feared, because their powers are very strong and they don't really care about collateral damage.
Especially Michael is feared. He's only known as the creature he can turn into: a huge-ass dragon. (How can a human turn into a dragon you ask? Well, I say, that is a good question. The answer is that it's cool, and therefore it's possible. Cue some techno babble by Raphael about biology and genes and... stuff.)
So the thing is, everyone is scared of Michael. Everyone. Even his siblings are intimidated by him and everyone who has ever seen his dragon form has run away screaming. He can talk as a dragon, but his voice is generally described as terrible (loud, piercing, even ear-splitting).
(I'm still on the fence about whether all archangels can turn into dragons. Lucifer, probably. He's the ice dragon to Michael's fire dragon. Raphael definitely has lightning powers, and Gabriel wind powers. Maybe they're also dragons.)
So the first scene in my mind is this: Sam and Dean dragged Adam along in a weak attempt to do brotherly bonding. They're up in some skyscraper with a bunch of tourists (in their own home town, they can't go too far because they might be needed as superheroes any time). Adam is extremely annoyed. Dean is really bored. Sam is pretty much the only one really trying, even though he's also annoyed af.
Of course what happens is, some bad guys attack the skyscraper they're in, so everyone starts panicking and running for the elevators and stairs. Sam and Dean urge Adam to leave quickly, but they're cut off from him by the crowd and they have to leave him behind to go change into their superhero get up.
So Adam is still in the building when it is further attacked. He falls and gets knocked out for a moment and when he gets back up, almost everyone is gone but the villains are inside the skyscraper now, on his floor.
Cue the building shaking again as a giant dragon forces his snout into the building to breathe fire on the bad guys (hiiii Michael!!). Michael is massive, by the way. As in, when his head is flat on the ground, Adam can just so reach the top of his eyes when he's on his tippy toes (and the head is the smallest part of the dragon form).
Anyway, Michael notices there's a 'little human' in the room, but goes 'Eh there's always something' (collateral and all that). (Michael has this thing were he thinks of himself as barely human, especially when in his dragon form. He definitely thinks he's superior to non-mutants.)
So Michael attacks and Adam manages to avoid the fire, but so does the bad guy (probably a demon, aka one of Lucifer's minions). And in retaliation, the demon attacks with sand and it gets into Michael's eyes (he can't really move his head as long as he wants it to stay inside the building.)
Michael is blinded and kind of a sitting duck, but Sam and Dean choose this exact moment to step on the scene as their hero-sonas, so the demons' attention is on them for the moment.
Adam, seeing the predicament Michael is in and going full helper syndrom, makes his way over to the big, scary (read: cool, awesome) dragon he's seen on TV so many times. When Michael senses someone coming close, he growls and snaps at him with his teeth. (He can't see, but he can still hear and smell and stuff.)
Adam takes a step back so he doesn't get crunched and rambles out a 'Please don't eat me, I just wanna help, man!' Michael realizes he doesn't smell like a demon, and he remembers the little human from before was running in his direction, away from the demons. He thought that was unusual, because normally people run away from Michael, no matter the circumstance. So he deduces that it's the little human coming even closer now, but he's wary because wtf? Humans don't come near him, that just doesn't happen. Even his siblings keep their distance most of the time.
So Michael barks out something like 'Don't bother', thinking that'll do it, because everyone gets scared by his voice, right? Everyone. Except not this little human. Adam just goes 'Woah. 😲 I didn't know you could talk. 🤩' And he's about to geek out about vocal cords and dragon brains, but pulls himself together because this mighty dragon needs his help (tm). So Adam gets up to one of his eyes and clears the sand out with his hands, reasoning that a) Michael's hands are outside the building and b) they're claws, which don't exactly seem built to clear sand out of your eye.
Michael is so confused about this weird little human that he just lets this happen with only some minor grumbling. He's constantly telling Adam to be scared of him, but Adam is like 'Why though???' and Michael doesn't really have a good answer.
Eyes clear again, Michael rejoins the fight and Dean swoops in, telling Adam to gtfo of the building. Since Adam isn't supposed to know he's a superhero, he goes 'Leave, citizen' and all that and Adam just goes 'Okay, Dean.' Dean sputters about how he is totally not Dean, not at all, that's not his name, he doesn't even know anyone called Dean and Adam is just like 'If you say so, Dean. 🙄'
Problem is, the building has taken so much damage, the ground breaks under Ad and he just manages to pull back and not fall, but he's cut off from the elevators and stairs. So instead, Dean tells Adam to hold onto him, he'll get him to the ground. Adam doesn't trust him that much, plus he's wearing some kind of armour that's difficult to hold onto, but he doesn't really have a choice. So Dean gets him out, but Adam is complaining the whole time and basically screaming in his ear not to let him fall.
Distracted as he is, Dean doesn't notice a demon about to attack them, so he takes the full blow and him and Adam are thrown against another building. Both momentarily knocked out, they start falling towards the (still very far away) ground.
Michael, who just turned some demons into toast, notices the little human from before falling, and in an impulse decision, flies over and catches him with a claw. Raphael, watching the fight from their main base of operations, asks what he's doing (Michael wears an ear piece, dragon size). They always have cameras following the fights, though most of them are on the demons, so they don't see him catching Adam. Michael just says he wanted to do gather momentum, and he flies back to roast the last demons.
I should mention that he picked up Adam, but not Dean, who hurtles towards the ground until he comes back to consciousness and uses his superpower/gear to stop his fall. (I'm not completely sure what his powers are. Maybe he doesn't even have any and is just kind of the Batman of this world, except less cool.)
Anyway, Dean is like 'where the fuck is Adam' and since he doesn't have him and Sam doesn't have him, they conclude that fuck, their brother is dead and it's their fault! Sad. :(
No one thinks of looking at Michael (bc why would he have Adam, right?) plus the claw pretty much entirely covers Adam so they wouldn't see him anyway. And with the last demons dead, Michael is already making his way back to base (he has to shoot down a few press drones that try to follow him, but that's normal at this point).
Michael lands on an open field that's secure for him, but not too close to their base that Adam would be able to find it from there even if he returned. The little human is still unconscious though, so Michael just kind of pokes him with a claw, wondering if he's already dead (or if he accidentally squished him too hard and killed him).
But Adam wakes up, just after Michael changed back to his human form to check his breathing. Absolutely confused, Adam asks where he is. Vague in his answer, Michael tells him he found him lying in the field. He's not sure himself why he saved him, maybe as some way of repaying him. He calls him a cab and pays for his ride home (they're a good ways from the city rn and Adam doesn't have that much money).
Before he leaves, though, Adam babbles something about 'there was De- I mean, [insert Dean's hero-sona here]' and Michael, who knows pretty much all heroes' secret identities because of the angel's vast intelligence network, is piqued. So when he returns to base, he has someone look into Adam (they have his face on camera), especially his connection to Dean. Voila, the angels now know that there's a third brother. Good to know.
Cue angel shenanigans/kidnapping to get Dean to work along with them (they don't like Sam because his powers are suspiciously similarly to some demons' powers). To keep a better eye on him, Michael keeps Adam in his own room. (Sadly, there are two beds - they never took out Lucifer's bed.)
Initial grudges turn into bonding and there is probably some stuff about Gabriel (who ran away and has been hiding as a normal human). Of course Raphael is also there the whole time and is five seconds away from smashing either their own or someone else's head against the wall at any moment. There would have to be a bit with Chuck coming back after a prolonged absence, maybe some revelations about where the mutations (or at least the angels' mutations) come from. And of course Midam finally becoming the married couple we saw in season 15.
Anyway, this got loooooong and rambly I'm so sorry. 💀 (Probably a billion typos, too, lol.) I would really have to work on the details for this to ever become a fic, but for now I just enjoy the version of it that plays out in my head. :)
#Okay so whoever reads this until the end I commend you 😅#Long post#<- just to be sure#Sorry if you thought they would both be superheroes but Adam is still just some guy (tm)#Anyway Adam doesn't get in touch with his brother for several days so they just think he's dead#Then he needs to borrow something or whatever and just walks into their place like 'What's up'#Dean has been drowning in self-hatred and alcohol for days and his eyes almost fall out of his head when Adam is just. Alive.#They were about to organize a funeral for him lol#Adam is like 'Yeah okay sorry or whatever now can I borrow your thingy or not 🙄'#Midam#Quick writing#<- Putting pressure on myself to actually write this lol#Superhero AU
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@downspirals sent : are you drunk ? From Forrest for dennis
"what ?? psh ... no. nooo ... i'm not drunk !!" he was drunk, very drunk. drunker than he had ever been around forrest. today had not been a good day, one of those days when their thoughts felt too loud and they felt fear bubbling in their stomach. the only thing dennis could think to do was drink, that was the only thing they knew of that would quiet down their mind. it didn't help, because it never really does, but he kept drinking anyway. about two thirds of a whiskey bottle down dennis was feeling less than rational, standing in his empty apartment looking in the mirror trying to figure out what could stop that ache. the anxiety about things going wrong. in his drunken stupor he couldn't but thinking about them, about forrest. that was the problem after all, wasn't it ?? the feelings that he was stirring up, that was the issue. dennis didn't need help, he had everything under control. he didn't need pity.
"okay maybe ... maybe a little drunk." dennis admits with a lazy shrug of his shoulders, followed by a laugh sneaking past his lips. "but you ... but you don't have t' worry about that. i'm fine." he wasn't fine, but he had to be. he had to fix this, return things back to normal, back to his usual routine. "y'know i texted you because i ... because we have to talk, forrest." dennis slurs, raising his hand and pointing a finger at him, jabbing into the air with every word. "this ..." now his hand is gesturing back and forth between them. "... isn't gonna work."
and there it is again, that ache in their chest, that buzzing in their head that's screaming for them to stop talking and stop messing things up. but the whisky had loosened their lips, encouraged them to ruin it all as soon as possible before it eventually happened in the end. "you're ... too nice. too nice to me. i don't do ... do this, relationships. they aren't for me. 's just ... 's better if you know that now."
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ヤバい: An Eye for an Eye
Part Three of Oneiric Theater
Prev. Chapter
IZ*ONE's Miyawaki Sakura x Kwon Eunbi Smut
IZ*ONE's Miyawaki Sakura x M!Reader Smut
This chapter will be more story-based at first rather than smut-based, so I'm sorry if it's long lol. Also, I listed "x Kwon Eunbi" as well because of the start of the chapter.
Enjoy.
Kwon Eunbi's office is usually closed during nighttime. The Oneiric Theater doesn't welcome guests all day after all—and neither does she. However, this particular day, someone has stolen into her office and granted the director a quick visit.
The name of the intruder could easily be distinguished from the loud moans that can be heard from the office after, being cried out by the firm director in a whiny tone that is a far cry from her usual formal one.
Her name is…
"Fuck. Fuck, Kkura-ya. Just a little more, please. Just a little more."
Kkura. Miyawaki Sakura, to be exact, Kwon Eunbi's assistant.
The assistant who adores the cling of the her boss' fingers on her back, painful they may be. The firmness of the Korean woman's grip on her drives her closer and closer to the edge.
She isn't sure if she is going to last any longer. But that's okay, she thinks; Eunbi is close too anyway, as what her moans would suggest. She rubs herself harder on Eunbi's center, causing the girl whimpering in the nook of her neck to squeal.
Sakura hisses when teeth dig into her shoulder. She knows what that love bite means all too well:
Harder.
“More, more,” Eunbi sobs. "More, please. I'm almost there."
"So am I, unnie. Cum together?"
Eunbi's whimpering nod confirms her agreement. Encouraged by it, Sakura seals a hand around the Korean girl's thigh and tugs her closer, increasing the pressure on her clit. The pain of her boss' nails sliding against her back, the smell of sex and sweat in the air, and the sheer fucking wetness…
Eunbi's scream is whinier than normal. It definitely isn't from frustration; the new boy toy she brought into the theater makes sure that that possibility is ticked off from the list. Sakura bets it was also because of the new fingering technique she used on her, after a rough bout of passionate kissing and soft pleads from the latter.
The throbbing ache in her body afterwards quickly takes her mind off that. Even as the dull pain continues, she strokes Eunbi's hair softly to bring her down from her high.
"You alright, unnie?" she asks her.
"Yeah. Just- fuck, I'm so wet."
Sakura's relationship with Eunbi is strange by all means. It was supposed to be a normal work one, but a few nights of the director being stressed out quickly changed that.
It just takes a sunset for the roles to be reversed. Eunbi would usually give the orders in the theater because she is its owner and director, after all, but Sakura is the one in control in the sheets.
Or at least, Eunbi's desk, where the director is sitting on with her legs still wrapped around Sakura.
Sakura knows it's strange, but she doesn't mind at all. The mysteries of the theater may be more confusing than an unsolved case sitting in the folders of a detective, but the sex is too good for her to back out.
"Well, you better get dressed now, unnie."
She pulls away a little, pulling the director's short skirt back down from her waist. Though she and Eunbi are fuck buddies, she is still her assistant; her responsibility remains to help Eunbi in everything, including preventing her from looking as if she just got fucked on her own desk.
"Come on now, unnie. Your little boy toy's not gonna sleep forever, you know," she reminds her.
Eunbi steals a glance at the old grandfather clock in her office. The golden pendelum swings side to side, while the hands of the clock point to 11:00 PM. She groans in frustration.
"Hell, I wish he would. He gets on my fucking nerves."
"Not when he's giving you a good pounding, though," Sakura points out cheekily as she strokes the strands of the director's hair back behind her ears.
Eunbi pouts at her mockingly. "Aw, is my little assistant jealous?"
"No, I just find it interesting how you get so brave and demanding with him when you won't dare act like that around me."
"Ugh, it's too late for this, Kkura. Shut the fuck up."
The normal Eunbi is back, it seems. The Japanese woman knows that one of the ways to cater to her ever-changing mood is to be quiet and do as she is told, but she couldn't help but smile smugly.
"As you wish, director. As you wish."
Eunbi dismounts from her desk on shaky legs. Her heeled shoes clack on the wooden floor. "I want you to take care of him today anyway. I'm far too behind on schedule."
Must have hit a nerve, Sakura says to herself with a smirk. She knows the only way Kwon Eunbi could ever get back at her for that is giving her more tasks.
"Sure, director. What's your schedule for today?"
"More training to fix the nightmares."
Now that stirs a little worry in her. Eunbi training by herself to fix the troubles of the theater? That's quite a bold move that even she wouldn't dare make.
"Director, not that I would question your decisions, but that isn't the smartest thing to do. You know how dangerous those nightmares are."
"And they will know how dangerous I am too," counters Eunbi. She tugs at a coat hanging from a nook on the wall and drapes it on her shoulders. "And you know that I'll do anything just to save her."
Sakura is stunned. "Of course I do. I've been your assistant for too long, I know what you mean."
The Nightmares are a touchy topic, so to hear Eunbi freely rant about that is too much for Sakura. She especially knows how harmful they are even to be spoken about.
"Then do this for me, Sakura: show him the Oneiric Diary. Tell him about the nightmares, even if it hurts him."
*****
Eunbi's thighs are soft pillows around your head, ones that you grip tight and pull closer to your mouth while you lick and lap at what lies in between them.
You lick, she shivers deliciously. Another, she cries out, hands tugging on your head desperately to help herself reach climax. Your tongue prodding in between her leaking slit and flicking her nub assist her in her mission.
"So good, so good!" Her gasps of pleasure are high-pitched and whiny. "Fuck, baby boy, don't stop just yet—I'm close!"
"Ah, you're finally awake."
What?
Suddenly, the director's thighs have never really squeezed your head and her hands have never tugged at your head. It was all just… a dream.
A dream that fades away just as your eyes flicker open.
You look around groggily while your senses slowly come back to you. Upon not seeing the cream-colored walls of your room or feeling your duvet on top of you, you suspect that you must have spent the night at the Oneiric Theater. The familiar plush sofa you lay on and the aisles of red velvet seats say it all.
What looks unfamiliar though, is a petite woman with hair the color of cherry blossoms sitting by your side. Her wide eyes never leave yours as you struggle to sit up.
Time still feels like jelly. Look around the dark theater weakly and mumble something about pussy.
She chuckles. "She must've gotten you into one of those wet dreams, huh?"
That was Eunbi's doing? If so, she's far more evil than you thought.
You cover your mouth to yawn, and also to make sure that pussy juices don't stain your lips. Then, you offer a question to the woman beside you:
"Who are you?"
She smiles stiffly. "I'm Miyawaki Sakura, Ms. Kwon's assistant. I'm here to help you in whatever you need."
Miyawaki Sakura whose hair is the color of sakuras. The similarity brings a small smile to your face.
"Alright then. Can you help me go home?"
"Ms. Kwon has specifically instructed that you may not leave the theater premises at this time."
A sarcastic laugh leaves your mouth. "Great," you say. "So I'm a fucking hostage then."
"That's kind of the point, really."
You glare at her. She does not reciprocate the action, but she does return an uncomfortably long stare that makes you quickly back down.
"Okay, Sakura," you begin, trying to hold your frustration back. But you fail miserably; your anger starts to drip off your tone and words. "All of this shit wasn't supposed to happen. I just wanted to watch a fucking movie, and now Eunbi—"
"Ms. Kwon," Sakura corrects you.
"Ms. Kwon, Ms. Eunbi. Whatever, fine. What I'm trying to say is: I'm a victim in this scenario. She lured me in here, fucked me, and got me back in again for another round."
"Was it enjoyable?"
"Well, yes but… wait a minute, that's not the point!”
"Oh, but I think it is," Sakura says.
Her large eyes are narrowed as they look into yours—a predatory glare that makes you grab onto the duvet fearfully.
"Do you really expect me to believe the sex isn't the point? We both know that if she wasn't so fucking pretty—and if she didn't fucking drip of sex appeal in everything she does, you would have been gone a long time ago."
Her words intimidate you almost as much as her glare does. Perhaps what makes them sound even more rightening is the fact that there is some truth to it.
Wait a minute, of course that isn't true. What the hell are you thinking? Eunbi isn't even that pretty. And… and…
Your shoulders tense. You really have to stop lying to yourself, especially when Eunbi's assistant can see right through you.
"Alright," you admit. "Maybe if she wasn't so pretty I would have done everything I could to get away from her. But that doesn't mean that's going to last anytime soon. This stops now."
Sakura scoffs. "Yeah right. You're telling me you don't want to come back to pound her tight little pussy all over again? Find out why she led you here in the first place? And what the film is all about?"
"Of course I want to fuck… er, know what the film is about."
The explicit thought sparked by Sakura's words quickly melts away when you remember the very thing Eunbi promised to give you: a film that would answer all your questions.
You also remember her briefly mentioning something about a diary.
"Then come with me. But just remember: once you find out what's in it, you'll never want to back out."
*****
You are certain that Kwon Eunbi is scary, but that doesn't mean that her assistant isn't either.
As the two of you rise from the sofa at the back end of the theater and start to make your way to the front row, you observe Sakura closely. Her movements are always quick and rash—she practically slams the film tape inside the machine, the force of her hands almost knocking it over. She adjusts the projector as if she were strangling it, and there and then you realize how behaved you have to be with her if you do not want to meet the same fate as the poor projector.
"This shit won't fucking work!" Sakura yells frustratedly, slapping the projector. You gulp roughly, your hand unconsciously creeping up to your neck to make sure that it is still intact.
You don't dare tell her to calm down.
"There. Finally!" Sakura sinks back into the velvet chair as the projector flashes the film onto the white wall.
"Alright." You turn to Sakura. "Now can you tell me what's going on?"
"More than happy to. Now here's the thing, boy toy. Back in—oh my."
The sounds coming from the film tape make yours and Sakura's eyes widen. What's even more alarming is what's playing there on the screen:
A dazed you almost passed out on the row of chairs, with Kwon Eunbi perched on your mouth. Though your expression is tired and sleepy, your mouth obviously isn't. You and Sakura could tell by the way Eunbi moans lewdly, heavy breaths leaving her parted lips as her thighs squeeze down on your head even more.
"What the hell?!" you speak your thoughts out loud. "I didn't know she filmed us fucking!"
You believe that she did tell you sometime while doing the deed, but you must have forgotten. Either way, the heat rises to your cheeks despite your figure being as frozen as an ice cube in your seat.
Sakura seems to be the only one enjoying the show. She's grinning widely at the scene, even leaning forward to view it better.
"Whoa, would you look at that! I must have put in the wrong VHS tape, but this will do. God, she's almost crying from how good your tongue is."
"Sakura!"
"What?"
"Turn the thing off!"
"Aww, alright. Let me tell you though: you must give really good head for her to cry out like that."
Your hands tear at your hair. "Stop talking about it!"
The VHS tape slides out from the player. Sakura pulls a marker out of her pocket and labels it as "Boy toy fucking Eunbi".
"That wasn't the Oneiric Diary, but that's good too, isn't it?"
"Sakura…" You let out a heavy sigh of both exasperation and anxiety. Your ears still burn red from the recent incident. "Please just let me watch the Diary. Or whatever it is. Please."
"Got it, got it," she replies, sliding the actual film the two of you are supposed to watch in the player, still giggling.
You cover your face with your hands, unable to bear the sheer embarrassment. Just when you think this day couldn't get worse, the universe proves you wrong.
Kill me, you pray to whoever God exists. Fucking take me out.
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The film isn't anything fancy. It's more of an educational slideshow rather than a five-star movie, but you still pay close attention. This is what you've been waiting for this whole while, this whole time. This is what will make you finally understand everything.
Large bold words in capital letters decorate the center of the black screen, spelling out the words: "THE BEGINNING".
An old sketch flashes on the screen. It seems to be one based off of a hanok, a traditional Korean house. Thin and thick lines of paint curve to create the home on the scanned yellowed paper, and also the person that stands in front of it, donning a hanbok.
Sakura begins to speak. "You see, back in the era of the Joseon dynasty, a woman created a home for insomniacs—people who found it difficult to sleep, and also troubled people. Her name was Yoo Jeongyeon, whose efforts and powers later helped found the Oneiric Theater."
At the mention of the name, the scene switches to a more modern photograph of the woman. It shows a woman with short hair in a hanbok with a polite smile on her face.
"She had the power to draw out every bad dream, every bad thought that prevents the people under her care from having a peaceful slumber. Those who knew her described her as a thoughtful and kind woman who never let any person go to sleep with a heavy heart."
Wow. The first person to have the powers Eunbi has seems to be a far better person than she. Though you have not known Eunbi for more than a week, you would confidently describe her as a greedy and selfish girl. She knows your every move and thought, even filling your mind with even more sick things.
Although the wet dream she gave you earlier wasn't too bad.
"She seems like a nice person," you say, "so how did the Theater end up with Eunbi?"
Sakura's eyes narrow. "Ms. Kwon. And we're getting there. Can't you be patient?"
"Can't your boss learn to—"
"Eyes on the screen, dumbass. Anyway, as I was saying, Yoo Jeongyeon was a kind-hearted person. However, the nightmares began to haunt her too."
Now there are paintings. Several paintings made by Jeongyeon of horrible messy creatures with blotched red eyes and malformed bodies. Though the paintings are several hundreds of years old, they perfectly capture the fright the nightmares gave Jeongyeon. One of them is a painting of a distorted monster with the tinest pupils in its eyes.
Suddenly, the dark shadows of the theater seem to have something lurking in them. You feel a chill run down your spine just looking at the screen. "Was… was she okay?" you ask Sakura uncertainly.
She looks at you solemnly. For the first time, her eyes hold a soft gaze in them. "You see, when you dwell too much in a dream, it blends into reality. Jeongyeon suffered from the same nightmares her patients did. They were so real and vivid to her. Though she was still able to treat them, she couldn't handle it anymore.
"She began to teach those she trusted to seek out these dreams and treat them, no matter how difficult. Her legacy lived on even when the Joseon Dynasty fell, though it wasn't exactly a happy one."
The people who lived out Yoo Jeongyeon's legacy are shown in more modern photographs. Though the pictures were flashed very quickly, you can tell that none of them were smiling.
As the painted self-portraits become old polaroids and the polaroids become digital images, you notice that Eunbi's are reoccuring. One of her in long dark hair and a collared pink dress; then another of her standing in the theater in a sleeveless turtleneck with her hands on her hips… the photos are almost endless.
What puts an end to her eternal photo stream is one of twelve girls, the only photo where a smile is present. Twelve bright grins, to be exact. Even Eunbi's smile is genuine, and here, she actually looks happy.
"The owner before Ms. Kwon: Bae Joohyun, recognized how many industries, including the film industry, are built around dreams. Therefore, she learned to become a director and evolved the treating home into the Oneiric Theater it is today. Ms. Kwon followed in her lead. Eleven other girls—including myself—were taught Jeongyeon's legacy too."
Your eyes grow to the size of saucers. You glance at Sakura questioningly.
"You?"
You didn't mean to sound doubtful. It's just that the whole thing—the strange magic that is a hundred years old, the dreams, the nightmares—is so elaborate and confusing to you that you cannot believe that another person besides Eunbi possesses those powers.
Sakura doesn't seem to be too bothered by your question though. "Yes. That's exactly why Eunbi has been the owner of the Theater for years: Bae Joohyun didn't like that twelve other people had oneiric power."
"I can see why. It just seems to make people miserable."
"But you wouldn't haunt them with nightmares so intricate and terrifying that the one of the twelve is trapped in an eternal sleep riddled only with nightmares, right?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
A photo of a young lady clad in white appears on the screen. Her almond-shaped eyes curve along in happiness with her grin.
"Kim Minju, The Sleeping Beauty. Bae Joohyun wanted to keep the oneiric power for herself, and so she haunted Minju so greatly that she fell asleep. Then, she used her to manipulate Ms. Kwon into leaving the Theater for good. She refused to leave, and so did a few other girls who followed her lead.”
Now, Ms. Kwon seeks to wake Minju up, even if it's been twelve years since she's opened her eyes. And here… is where you come in."
Sakura throws you a book. It almost hits you in the face, but you catch it just in time. The purple cover is shiny beneath your fingers, the words "ONEIRIC ALBUM" written in fancy letters. You open the book and see the polaroids from earlier, now taped and glued to the pages.
Swipe a few pages till you come to one photo of Kim Minju, sleeping atop a bed of white feathers made on a boat that floats on an ocean from nowhere.
"Ms. Kwon believes that you can help her save Minju, and plenty of others from Bae Joohyun."
"Wait a minute, what do you mean me?"
Sakura pulls at a non-existent something behind your head and gestures to the screen, as if she is throwing whatever she took from your head at the wall.
Now th scene flashed on the wall is set in a hospital. A place you remember all too well.
Why?
That's one of your memories playing.
Your heart sinks as you see yourself crying on the bed, a straitjacket holding you back from tearing at your hair. The moon shines bright enough for you to see your own tears, tears ignited by the thought of sleeping and being visited again by nightmares.
"If you think that you couldn't handle your own nightmares, neither can the director. That's why she's training after all—and why she needs you."
All the bad dreams that haunted you come back to you in that moment. And the thought of finally putting them to good use to help someone sounds really promising after nights of weeping.
Suddenly, Kwon Eunbi doesn't seem to be that bad of a person to you. Despite her being… her, she was just trying everything in her power to help save a poor girl from a cruel woman. Maybe she isn't so bad.
You really need to stop thinking with your crotch.
But you can't help it. Driven by your mind greener than a garden, you turn to Sakura the flower with innocent eyes.
"What if… I don't want to help her?" you ask her.
She sighs. You grin seeing her regret being so tough with you.
"Please. I know you want to help us, but apparently it will take a lot of convincing, huh?"
The hair on the back of your neck stands up straight. You suddenly notice Sakura's fingers dancing on the curve of your arm, drawing a soft straight line downwards.
Exactly what you wanted. Your acting fit for the Oneiric Theater itself, you scoff haughtily and shake your head. "That's not gonna work, Sakura," you inform—or rather, misinform—the Japanese woman.
"Oh, it isn't?"
"No—fuck."
Clearly, you are not the Stanisvlaski that you thought you were. You break out of character the second a distraction a.k.a. Sakura's palm circling your bulge through your pants arrives.
But you bet even he wouldn't blame you for doing so. The sultry look in Sakura's eyes and the steady circled patterns her palm makes can obliterate any man.
"What about now?" she asks sweetly.
"Maybe a little more of that and it's a yes."
"You're so demanding. What if I were Eunbi unnie, huh? You would have folded so quickly."
"Aww, is her little assistant jealous?"
Do you get deja vu...
Sakura flashes you an unbothered smile. "No, not at all. But you have been jealous after you heard me fucking her in her office. You heard how she was screaming, right? You must have been pretty upset knowing that she was screaming like that from just my fingers."
You raise your eyebrows till they feel like they are going to fly off your face. "What? You two fuck each other?"
"Some people go both ways, asshole. And- oh wow." Sakura's eyes sparkle upon seeing your erect rod standing up straight as she get son her knees. "I guess I can see why she chose you, out of all guys with messed up heads."
Is that a compliment? "You know, Sakura, that's not very nice—fuck."
You guess it is very nice: the suction of Sakura's pink lips on the tip of your dick is soft, but deadly. Yabai. Her tongue teases head, circling its shape and flicking in between the slit leaking of precum while her lips rub themselves onto the fluid leaking from your tip as if it were lip balm. Your thighs squirm with heat the pink-haired beauty ignites in you.
Your mind races, the pace of your thoughts contrasting Sakura's slow sensual blowjob. You're so fucking disgusting; how would you let a blowjob convince you to stay in this mess? Even if you could help someone out a.k.a. Sleeping Beauty Minju, Kwon Eunbi doesn't deserve your help. Not after all she's done to you.
But what her assistant is doing to you—keeping those large beautiful eyes on you while she daringly ascends a few more inches into her mouth—might as well make you give Eunbi the undeserved help. Sakura experiencedly lathers saliva all over your cock as her tongue does its magic of circling around it. Her throat is a heavenly tight paradise that welcomes you in whenever she lowers herself down, and offers you another heaven when she ascends: her wet mouth that lubricates your dick.
"Sakura…" you weakly say. Hands tightening around the arms of your seat, you try to drag the words out of your mouth. "This isn't going to work."
She chuckles. "They all say that."
"‘They’?"
"Oh, you know"—Sakura pauses her blowjob to lick at your sensitive balls, suckling on them while her hand jacks you off—"ahh, the ones that made it out alive. And Eunbi on some occasions."
"'Made it out alive'? Sakura—"
"Ah! There you go! You're perfectly lubricated enough for me now."
Sakura pulls away to reveal her handiwork: your aching cock leaking desperately while being lathered from tip to base with her saliva. Her words cause you to imagine what the naked beauty lying beneath that buttoned black dress would look like, how good it would feel in your hands and on your penis. Even the dress refuses to hide those deadly curves.
But still! Are you really going to allow yourself to agree to the lust inside you that will drag you further into this mess? This… this confusing mess of magic and dreams and evil?
Then Sakura lifts her skirt to her waist. Between her thighs is a pink naked, dripping with arousal with an eye-catching innie.
Yes.
She turns around and straddles you before she sits down on you, easily taking in majority of your cock despite her tight walls. Maybe the blowjob really did help after all.
You can tell she's trying to hide her moans, but the lull of her eyes to the back of her head and her parted mouth give her pleasure away. Your hands slide down the curves of her body before settling on her shapely hips, where you help Sakura lift herself up to resume.
Sakura begins to ride you steadily. With a few bounces of your thigh as a headstart and the grip on your shoulders as leverage, her gripps pussy walls massage the veins of your shaft deliciously. She releases a few heavy breaths here and there, but she never lets out a moan. She refuses to.
That is what you are planning to change.
"This really isn't working, how about we try this?"
Now a louder sound comes out of Sakura as you switch her position to being bent over the table the projector is set on. With this position, you easily control the thrusts—you can slam your hips as hard as you can if you'd like or keep it to a slow heated pleasure.
Let's start off slow.
You've gotten a squeal of surprise out of her. Now you want to hear her moan.
"Ah!" she says loudly, propping herself up with her hands on the desk. "What are you doing—ah, fuck!"
Mission accomplished.
"An eye for an eye, Sakura," you reply with a new sense of confidence. You start to pound her faster. "I fuck you as much as I like on this desk, and I'll help you and Eunbi out."
"That's exactly what I was offering to you. And it's Miss… Kwon!" Sakura's arms tremble as they struggle to support herself, her walls contracting around you. "Or were you too much of an airhead to figure that out?"
The table start to move too with the way your hips slam Sakura's into it. "Careful, Sakura. Wouldn't want me to back out of the deal."
She definitely wouldn't, not with the way your cock is stretching her walls apart. But you wouldn't want to back out either; that cute ass getting slapped by your own hips and the high-pitched moans that eventually leak out of her trap you into her.
What were once soft sighs become yelps of your name. What were yelps of your name escalate to full-on cries. Sakura spasms around you, and she pushes her ass further to invite you deeper inside her.
And accept the invitation you will. Her alluring eyes staring back at you, she cries out as you plunge yourself further inside her. There your shaft nudges against a rougher part of her pussy. When you thrust at its direction, she moans out lewdly, wetness gushing out of her tight hole. Make it your objective to reach it as you slide out of her slick pussy.
"Agh, fuck, right there!" Sakura's lower body bucks needily into your hand as your fingers find her clit. She rolls her hips into your hand, enjoying the pleasurable feeling of the heat pulsing in her clit and your cock pistoning inside her.
Clarity seems to be arriving too early as you ask yourself if you should slow down, not to prevent your own high but to avoid giving Sakura what she wants. You want to see the cold facade she puts up absolutely break into pieces; you want her to beg for your cock, beg you to break her. You can't be pleasuring her after all she's done.
But with the way she's throwing her head back and crying out, the thoughts of denial are easily washed away. What replaces it is sheer lust, driven by Sakura seeking solace and her high from your fingers hastily rubbing her slick folds and clit, and your dick that satisfyingly drags itself in and out of her.
Pump into her a few more times, then turn her around. The look of surprise on her pretty face makes you smirk, and the alarm it showcases when you rip apart the buttoned fabric of her dress boosts your ego.
"Ahh! Hmph… hngh…"
Now your thrusts become sharper and quicker. Your tip rubs her sensitive spots and makes her wrap her lithe legs around your waist. You pepper her chest, which bounces beneath your lips from the force of your thrusts with eager kisses.
"Faster," Sakura commands breathlessly, hugging your head to her chest.
You smile smugly at how passive she sounds right now, compared to her sharp voice speaking out complaints and commands. "You seem to forget that this isn't exactly in your favor, Sakura."
"Fucking prick. Faster, I said." The bratty whine that comes out of her is so strange to hear from her, but you welcome it anyway. "Come on, I told you to—haaah!"
Her complaints come to an end when you give her what she wants. You impale Sakura faster, heaving every bit of might in your body to fuck Eunbi's assistant harshly.
But soon Sakura begins to tremble violently. Her mouth falls open as the electric feeling shoots through her body, causing her to yell out a final curse as your thrusts start to slow down.
"Holy fuck, that was…"
"We're not done yet," you say strictly. "On your knees, Ms. Miyawaki."
A panting Sakura looks up at you. "What? But…" Sherolls her eyes. "Oh, fine, I suppose we're not. But make me a promise."
"And what is that?"
"Promise me—after all this—you actually help us. If you fail to do it, I'll haunt your dreams so bad that those nightmares at the ward seem daydreams."
That's it. That seals the deal for you. Nothing could absolutely come close to the nightmares you had at the ward. You've pushed that memory so far back into the corner of your mind that remembering it feels like being slapped in the face over and over.
But to hear Sakura say that infuriates you. How dare she threaten you about that? How-fucking-dare-she after everything the Oneiric Theater has put you through?
You look down on the Japanese woman on her knees and grin despite your irritation. Oh right, she has to hold her part of the deal.
Grab the locks of pink hair and yank backwards. Never allowing her to have a break from her orgasm and quickly makimg her pleasure you instead, you fuck her mouth with newfound fury.
Sakura gags as your dick enters her throat over and over. The feeling of her throat tightening around your dick is heavenly, and you, a proud sinner, seeks more of it.
"Fine, I promise," you say in between groans. You stare down into Sakura's large eyes brimming with tears while you piston in and out of her mouth as if she were nothing more than a fleshlight you wasted money on, a sex doll you spent a fortune on. "But you know what, Sakura?"
It's a question to infuriate her. A question to make her realize that now you have the upper hand, although your control lasts only in sex.
And also for her lips trying to speak to amplify the pleasure rushing through your veins.
She chokes out a garbled "Wharth?", and after she does, you smile madly.
"You guys are starting to piss me off really bad."
Sakura glares at you, but right now you can see through her like she can to you. You can see that despite her choking and gagging on your rapidly thrusting cock, she actually enjoys it. The hints that lead to it are her subtle smile and her opening her mouth wider.
That makes you angrier. How can she still have the upper hand although she's literally on her knees?
Full with hatred, you fuck every bad thought that passes in your mind into Sakura's mouth. You make her choke on it, make her go into coughing fits she can't recover from because you do not let up on furiously fucking her face. You watch in sadistic joy as the saliva rolls down her neck, where you can see the perfect imprint of your dick penetrating her throat.
And most of all, you watch her pretty angelic face—such a large contrast from her attitude towards you—succumb to the obvious pleasure from being degraded and used for a deal.
The knot in your tummy grows tighter. You thrust into Sakura's mouth till your climax arrives. It paints her lips white and adds to the saliva spilling from her orifice.
Sakura tries to swallow much of it, but the choking causes her to stick her tongue out. More of your semen drips out and onto the floor, puddling onto the carpet.
Miyawaki Sakura, assistant of Kwon Eunbi, kneeling on the floor with her tongue out and drooling your cum and saliva from being roughly facefucked seems like a fanboy's wet dream. But for you, it is a fantasy come true.
Then the clarity hits you.
This is real. The whole movie thing, the dreams, the Theater—all of that is real, and there is no escaping it. By promising to Sakura and fucking her as part of the deal, you've just locked yourself into a room and swallowed the key.
What have you done?
"It's a deal."
Sakura's voice brings you back to earth. You look down at her and see her smiling widely despite what just happened, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"It's a deal, boy toy. And I look forward to making more negotiations with you."
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Inu!Bakugo...for @ultimate-astridwriting's Hybrid collab!
Summary: My part of the hybrid collab. I had so much fun writing an angry Pomeranian Bakugo. 10/10 would do again. I'm not completely happy with it but who ever is? I'm still proud of myself!
Word count: 2.2k.
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Bakugo being an ass, sexual content, somnophilia, collars, choking, humping, creampie, name calling (bitch, slut, whore etc.), use of the word cunt.
You sigh as you rummage around in your pocket to produce the key to your home. After a long day's work all you want to do is get some dinner, take a bath and go to bed but none of those things would be possible would they?
No, not after the spur of the moment decision to adopt a hybrid of all things. The week earlier was one of torrential downpours and near freezing temperatures, the roads making a slushy substance of half-melted ice and salt to prevent the very thing it was being mixed in with. People stayed indoors the best they could when they weren't at work but life had to shit on you and make your car breakdown in the parking garage. Umbrella rested on your shoulder, rain boots on your feet with your spare in your bag and you trudged through cold, mushy hell back home. The streets were barren as a Walmart on a weekday at 4am, no life passing by you until you crossed an alley between two businesses. A pathetic whimper had caught your attention and your gaze drifted down to a soaked cardboard box. What was in that box you weren't sure if you should curse or love. A hybrid.
Narrow red eyes stared at you in suspicion, fangs bared at you but the creature didn't make any attempts to nip at your fingers when they neared to ruffle the spikey head of hair. The hybrid had leaned into your touch before recoiling away as if you had smacked him. The black and orange collar had seen better days, the charm that dangled on the hollow of his neck read "Dynamite" but he didn't give any indication that was his name when you repeated it outloud. He was barely dressed in anything, a thin t-shirt, shorts with ragged Converse that had more holes than Swiss cheese. Truthfully he looked a few days away from starvation and how could you keep that on your conscience if you left him there? After laying your warm coat over his shoulders you somehow, someway, managed to get him back to your place. Everything went downhill from there in the blink of an eye.
The weak puppy persona was gone the moment warm food settled in his belly and within the hour he acted as if you had crowned him king of the house. Beginning his rambles of curses, demands and biting at your fingers. The worst of it happened when you tried to take his collar off for a new one, one that wasn't frayed and barely hanging on. "Katsuki" as he spat out his name with enough venom to put a Black Mamba to shame had flipped over a coffee table, ripped up every couch cushion and went so far to chew on the linoleum on the kitchen floor.
No doubt you'd be greeted with the same sight as always. Messy, dirty, unknown stains everywhere and dishes still in the sink waiting to be moved to the washer. Maybe if he wasn't such a loud ass you could train him but your frazzled nerves were at their wits end. You didn't know what to do, you were about to throw in the towel and put him up for adoption. Yep, you were disappointed to be proven right. Katsuki reclining on the couch lengthwise, remote in his hand with the most bored expression on his face while idly flipping through channels.
"Fucking finally, you're home! I've been waitin' for fucking hours for your ass to get back! I'm hungry, get your shitty ass in the kitchen and make dinner." He barked. Barely giving you any time to hang up your coat and slip off your shoes before his orders began.
"Katsuki...I can't, not tonight." Could your voice portray anymore pleading? Apparently not because he didn't seem to notice, or care.
The fluffy ear at the top of his head only flicked in response, the top lip curling into his signature snarl. "Then what the fuck are you good for? Get your fucking ass in that god damn kitchen and fucking make dinner already."
All that you were good for? All that you were good for? How dare he! He's been freeloading off you for a week now without so much as a thanks for saving him from the streets, feeding him, clothing him, keeping him warm and dealing with his bullshit and this is how he repays you?
"I've fucking had it with you!" Your voice rose higher than you meant to but at this point you didn't care, a line had been crossed. "You fucking sit there and ruin my shit and yet I'm the useless one? I have half a mind to kick you out! You can make your own fucking dinner, I've had it! I'm done! I can't take this anymore!"
Despite not having any clunky shoes on your feet still managed to resonate in the small living room while you stormed past the couch. You had expected anything, anything at all. A slap, a punch, a groan, literally anything but you were met with only silence and that somehow pissed out off even more. How could silence be so infuriating?! You didn't even notice the terror that washed over his face as you screamed at him or the way his chest heaved with the sob or how he trembled underneath your wrathful gaze as you walked away. The bedroom door slamming made short work of that.
"Fuck I'm such an ass.." You mused to yourself already regretting blowing up at him but what would an apology do that wasn't already broken? So better yet why not send yourself to bed without dinner as some kind of punishment? He'd linger at the doorway to the kitchen, staring at you with those intense eyes if you made dinner anyways so why let him win? He could his own shit for fucks sake!
After a quick shower to dethaw your bones and warm up what was left of your dead soul the softness of your pajamas helped ease the guilt gnawing away like a puppy on its first bone. Laying in bed until sleep eventually overcame you and when he knew it was safe to slip in and sneak over towards your bedside.
Rustling was what woke you. The rustling of clothes and the jingle of something metallic in the darkness of the bedroom. Whatever grogginess you normally suffered when waking up was vanishing the more details were dissected and understood by your half-asleep brain, a process that took an embarrassingly long time. Clothes rustling, the bedsheets moving, heavy pants and something incredibly warm nudging up against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Naturally your brain assumed the worst and your eyelids flew open to show nothing; at first. As your eyes adjusted to the pitch black room they found the blazing stare of those vermillion eyes, the bared fangs that belonged to your hybrid.
What the hell was Katsuki doing on top of you?
Noticing that you were awake the snarl turned into a smirk as he huffed, his large chest expanding with each desperate pant. Why did your folds feel so good just as you were waking up?
"Feel that?" How could you not? The feel of a scorching cock bumping up your folds and sensitive clit, wet from the pre leaking from the tip. There was so much of it from what you could feel, too sticky to be your own. His hips had yet to cease moving, no word from your shocked form to still his rutting hips.
"W-what the hell are you doing?" Was the most logical question your brain could come up with in the moment.
"Humping...fucking dumbass." His warm breath created goosebumps on your cool skin, his head must've been so close to yours by the hair tickling your forehead. "Tryin'ta...help ya. Shitty woman.."
"Help? How the fuck is this helping?"
"You've been working so hard so I thought maybe...a good fuck would calm ya down, relax ya." Katsuki's voice was so desperate, so needy, the humping of his cock on your labia increasing.
He was trying to help? He was going to fuck the frustration out of you? Is that was he was offering? Having sex with a hybrid was common enough to not be considered taboo but you couldn't help but feel he was trying to worm his way into your good graces. Unless your words had struck some kind of cord with him. "Okay, alright, I'll let you help."
"Fuck yeah!"
With that the head of his cock nudged against your cunt, already spread and waiting for him. How long had he been doing this for? The burn of the stretch was delicious, he was just big enough to fill you up but not hurt. Settling right up to kiss the tip of your cervix when he bottomed out. His hands grip at your thigh and hip, pulling his back to slam his cock right back into you. Over and over, over and over, over and over. Practically using you as a fleshlight to get himself off but damn if it didn't feel good, him bouncing you on his cock so roughly each thrust was sending the headboard against the wall.
"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Katsuki!" Your hands pat around and eventually find his biceps and you cling on for dear life, your nails digging crescent shaped markings into his skin.
"Yeah, yeah...you like this form of stress relief, don'tcha you dirty slut?" Undoing the collar around his neck the frayed cloth of the strap is tied around your neck, the buckle clamping down tightly to constrict your airflow while two fingers slip under it to pull and tug. "You're my dirty fucking slut! Mine...mine...mine...mine, fucking mine!"
Your fingers trailed down the tiny amount of space between your bodies down to the precious, neglected nub between your legs. Barely able to wiggle your index and middle finger down there from the rabid fucking you were receiving to circle the bundle of nerves and send yourself over the edge. Each clap of your thighs smacking against each other forcing your hate for his behavior ebbing away. If he was going to act like this all the time how could you kick him out?
"F-fuck! Gonna cum...fucking cum..cum for me. Cum with me!" Katsuki snarled as the pressure around your throat increased. Your hand was smacked away from your clit and was replaced with the large pad of his thumb, frantic circles sending your body into a writhing mess of flails and kicks.
The orgasm that had been steadily building from your ministrations had been ripped away and replaced with one quickly approaching to push you over the edge. The white hot pleasure-coil that formed underneath your belly button snapped and all of it coursed through your system in one go. Paralyzing your body for a split second as you squirted all over the hybrids cock, his still rubbing hand sending the liquid everywhere. Coating his thighs, your thighs and the bed underneath you.
"Fucking fuck! Such a whore, such a dirty girl for me! Oh my fucking g-god!" One last slam of his hips and his own body stilled, burying his cock deep inside your cunt to shoot his cum deep in your womb. He stuttered before his body collapsed on top of you, suffocating you in his sweaty muscles.
Bathing in the afterglow, coming down from your high you could've sworn you heard something. Mumbling, soft mumbling too indistinct to understand. Katsuki's head laying on your shoulder, his nose brushing along your collarbone and was he laying kisses here and there? No, you must've been seeing things. Still buried to the hilt he turned his head to speak, his fluffy ears perked and his tail gently swishing behind him. The sudden light from your phone illuminated the room, casting light on Katsuki's face and the sight made your breath hitch in your throat. Clearly he had been crying. Tear stains streaked down his cheeks, brows knitted together and the same lost look he had plastered on his face appeared again.
"Please, please don't kick me out. I'll do anything, please...please don't abandon me. Not again." His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he hid his face in your neck. Voice breaking, shoulders trembling, the verge of crying all over again quickly approaching.
Your heart broke and you returned the favor by hugging him around the shoulders, a hand carding through his hair to soothe him. Had he been abandoned? Did his previous owners not like him? Was all his aggressiveness some kind of defense mechanism? Was he giving you a reason to kick him out to keep himself from experiencing that kind of pain again? Oh, poor baby. "Never again...just don't destroy things anymore, okay? Help me around the place a little more will ya?"
"Yes." Katsuki snuggled on top of you. Finally believing he had a real home with you, a place where he could belong. "....Master."
#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#katsuki bakugo#inu bakugo#hybrid bakugo#hybrid au#bakugo katsuki x reader#x reader#tw:nsfw#tw:hybrid#tw:humping#tw:creampie#tw:collar#tw:choking#tw:naughty words#tw:name calling#tw:somnophilia
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female, fem aligned, or she/hers do not interact please. i kindly ask you to respect my boundaries. thank you
this one is self indulgent because its something i deal with, but i hope for it to find other people comfort too
contents: some angst with fluff, izuku midoriya/deku, he/him reader with mental and physical fatigue, swearing, possibly depression? if you view it that way, yelling/arguing, no quirk au/casual
‐–—drained—–‐
izuku had asked if you wanted to watch tv with him, and you agreed. it sounded like a good relaxing time, but ended up being the complete opposite.
,,Yeah?! I'd like to see you try!" katsuki yelled from beside you to izuku on your other side. ,,I have, and won! But you're too caught up in your ego to admit it!" izuku responded in a tone just as loud. thats all theyve done today, argue. it was normal, sure, but they really seemed adamant about getting under eachothers skin today. most of class 1-A was out of their rooms and lounging around, including you, who was trying to watch some tv. thanks to the two yelling idiots on both sides of you though, you couldnt even think at this point.
you managed to drown out their words eventually, all it was to you was loud noises now. it didnt matter what they were saying anyway, you just wanted them to be quiet. your head was starting to ache and you couldnt take anymore. you wanted to scream at both of them but you just didnt have the energy to. you silently stood up from the couch and headed to your room. ,,Look, you ran Y/N away!" izuku said pointing in your direction. ,,ME?! HE LEFT BECAUSE OF YOU!" katsuki screamed.
you sighed and kept walking. theyre the most childish duo youd ever seen. you entered your room and closed the door behind you, immediately heading to your bed to lie face first into the pillows. you felt like groaning but just couldnt muster it, you were so tired. you thought about playing a game on your phone, but didnt feel like you had enough energy to. every idea you had ended with ,im too tired'. it was like that very often.
you once were very productive and energetic, and you arent really sure what caused you to suddenly crash and burn but as the days went by you just felt more and more fatigued. you were barely active, not getting out of bed unless forced. or in this case, since your best friend asked to watch tv with you. you didnt feel like talking or doing any activities, all the stuff you used to enjoy now felt more like a chore or that you felt too tired to do it. it was very rare you ever had motivation.
you sighed through your nose as you turned your head to the side, deciding youd nap. you closed your eyes, already feeling sleep trying to take over and you werent putting up a fight in the least. when you finally fell asleep, or at least got very close, you heard a knock at your door. you felt anger spread throughout your mind, not mixing well with the drowsiness. you didnt say anything, not only because you didnt feel like it but also to make the person think you were asleep or busy. clearly it didnt work though, because the knocking happened again. ,,Y/N? Are you in there? May I come in?" you heard izuku say.
you mentally groaned before putting what seemed like all your strength into an audible ,,yes." you heard the knob twist and the door open, seeing the once dark room fill with light. it didnt last long though, as he closed the door after he entered. ,,Are.. Are you alright? I'm sorry about me and Kacchan's yelling.." he said, rubbing his arm. you didnt respond. you wanted to, but it felt like you had to strain to say anything at all. ,,Y/N?" izuku said as he got closer. he turned on a lamp that was on your bedside table. you made a ,nnhmf' noise in response and put your arm over your eyes.
,,Please talk to me if you can, I want to know if you're okay." he said as he lightly rubbed your arm. you stayed still but eventually moved your arm to look at him. he smiled seeing your face. ,,Can you at least tell me how you feel? Or how I can make it up to you?" he asked. you took a deep breath in, storing up energy to talk to him.
,,i dont think im alright. i never feel like doing anything and.." you stop, closing your eyes. ,,its so hard to even get up in the mornings. all of my hobbies seem like tasks and i wouldnt have even left my room today if you hadnt asked to spend time with me." you sigh. ,,dont get me wrong, i still love getting to hang out with you but whenever i do it just seemes like you and bakugo are competing or yelling about somthin stupid. it tires me. i dunno, im just so.. drained." you finished as you continued to lay there.
izuku had a frown on his face, he knew you hadnt been feeling well but youd always wave it off saying you were tired. it wasnt a lie, but its more than just being tired. you were rarely seen happy anymore. he felt horrible knowing that he was a part of the reason, due to his and katsukis fighting. ,,I-I'm.. I'm really sorry. I should have been more considerate about how you felt, I get so riled up in my quarrels with him that I guess I just.. Get caught up in it and forget what's going on around me. He's really been getting on my nerves lately but- this isn't about me." he stops himself as he turns his full attention towards you.
,,Please allow me a chance to make it up to you. We don't have to leave your room if you're tired, I just want you to feel better. Can I do anything? Do you want me to leave?" izuku asks worriedly. you groan out a ,,ugmhf no." izuku tilts his head. ,,Uh.. Which part are you saying no to?" he asked. you sighed and patted the other side of the bed. ,,turn off the damn light and please hold me. thats all i want." you said, wishing he could just read your mind. you had talked too much today and it was taking a toll on you.
he felt warmth rise to his face, but did as you said and turned off the lamp. he walked to the other side of the bed and climbed on it, getting close to you. ,,Um, how should I uh.. Hold you?" he asked nervously, unsure of what to do. you sighed and lifted yourself up to lay on his chest, then went limp again. he felt his blush increase, you were so close. he wasnt complaing, it just had been a while. it wasnt often you both cuddled, this moment was special to him. he put his arms around you and lightly stroked your back. you dug your face into him more, enjoying the slow rubbing.
his fast beating heart soon slowed, relaxing into the position. you still looked tired, but definitely more peaceful now. he smiled at you, though you couldnt see it anyway. ,,..I love you." he whispered. he closed his eyes, soon dozing off himself.
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What is their reaction when they find out that they may have grown attached to you ?
You know how Jason can be very insecure and self-conscious ? Well. Prepare for a whole new level. He will check himself in the mirror when you're not looking, and if he doesn't like what he is seeing ? He will smash the mirror and go in a corner to sit and move back and forth, to give himself some reassurance. He still remembers what his mother used to tell him.
" Persons are a nuisance, Jason. You don't need them to survive."
But then, why does he feel like he needs you ? He feels conflicted as to what to believe.
Super jumpy ! He will jump almost every time you touch him or lose his grip of the things he is holding, often ending broken and splattered on the floor. He would be as clumsy as Jason and would want you to spend more time with him. However, he would also be scared of you breaking his heart.
" I..I c..care.."
Like many of your patients, Brahms has trouble finding his words. At first, many thought he was mute, like Jason or Michael. This is why hearing him speak to you always means it is important.
" I..I care.."
He wants to say many things, how he cherishes every moment you spend together, how you make his heart race everytime you are near him or how he wants you to be by his side forever..But, he can't. He can just hope that what he feels can be expressed through eye contact. You may not understand what he wants to say, but you still try to understand. You put your hand on his and reply with a compassionate smile.
" I care about you too. You are a very good friend, Brahms.."
Did you just indirectly friendzone him ? Possibly..You walk out and Brahms sighs before sitting on his bed while hugging his doll to comfort him.
" You turn me on."
He will be absolutely frank about it. He will just step up and tell you in front of anyone. He doesn't give a damn if the others hear him as well. Also, creep alert, will watch you sleep. He will sneak in your bedroom in the middle of the night and just look at you sleep. He wants to touch you so bad, but he knows that that would wake you up. And he doesn't want that. He will just admire you from afar, even pretend that you may like him back. He would just want to get close to you, to look at you and wonder what you may be dreaming about..hoping that you are dreaming of him.
" Oh my sweet..You look so perfect when you sleep.."
Now..You know how Five is very serious about his relationship with Dolores ? Well, you better be prepared by lots of imaginary fights between the two of them, and even a break-up ! *gasp* Drama. He would be in a very bad mood and would scream and attack everyone that approaches his personal space. He would also smash everything in his room. Like, everything. So much that the other nurses would be too scared of him and ask you to handle it.
" Hey. Are you okay, Five ? Did something happen ?"
He would snort and look up at you with visible frustration.
" You happened. Dolores and I broke up. Not that she was one to share her feelings anyway."
You frown in incomprehension before asking with a small airy laugh.
" I don't understand, what does that have to do with me ?"
Your question seems to trigger a nerve and he suddenly stands up to look at you dead in the eye with anger and, somehow, pain..
" Everything ! You're too nice ! Too forgiving ! Too perfect ! You wiped our past as if it was nothing, goddammit ! We're serial killers, Y/N! We're monsters and you treat us as if we were..as if we were.."
He doesn't get to finish that sentence as he seems on the verge of tears. He jumps on his bed to sit and hide his face behind his knees. You seem to finally understand the problem and sigh before sitting next to Five.
" It's okay to have feelings, Five. You can't hide them forever. I'm sorry if it upsets you but, I don't think you're all that bad. Sure, you kill and even eat people. But, I've seen you change. You are a lot less violent and a few more months ? And I'm sure you'll be out of here in no time."
He looks up at you again with a sort of desperation, very uncharacteristic of Five, before finally asking in a tearful voice.
" What if..What if I don't want to go back ? Out there, I'm just a freak. But, here ? I got.."
He doesn't finish his sentence, but you guess what he is going to say and smile understandingly.
"..Friends ?"
He doesn't answer, he only suddenly hugs you tightly and hides his face in your skirt. You hesitate before slowly petting the top of his head affectionately. The gesture seems to relax him, but he quickly straightens up and wipes his tears away. He then stands up and apologizes.
" I..I'm sorry, it was highly inappropriate of me. I'll..I'll let you work."
Before you could say anything, he runs out of the room and leaves you confused and worried.
Lots of uncontrollable laughter. More than usual. He is very nervous when you're around him and sometimes cries while laughing, showing that he is deeply ashamed of his condition. He is very bipolar and will sometimes act very casually around you, only to break into tears when you leave the room. He will stare at you and turn his gaze away as soon as you would notice.
" Well, would you look at that ? Sir Sh*tty the clown seems to have a little crush on the nice nurse.."
Pennywise would tease him about it while Penny cackles behind him. Arthur glares at them both before either ignoring them or leaving the room.
No. Nope. Certainly not. He will try to hide from you. He knows very well what he is feeling, and also what happens to the people he feels this way towards. He just managed to get rid of his curse, he is not about to risk getting on a murder rampage again ! Every time he would see you, he would pretend to be busy or hide. One time, he even jumped out the window to get away from you. It is very odd since Michael is normally the most chill and calm out of all the patients. But one look at you ? And he becomes a panicking mess. He has to get away. He doesn't want to hurt you like he hurt everyone else close to him, like he hurt his family..
" Me ? Having feelings ? Ah !"
One word: denial. He doesn't want to hear about things like feelings. He saved you ? Bah. It was only because he was bored. He will deny everything, but still follow you and pop up out of nowhere to see what you're doing. He enjoys talking to you, even if he doesn't want to admit it.
" Pennywise..You're staring again."
Penny would gently warn him as his big brother would pretend to not have done such a thing.
" Can't an old clown appreciate to look at nice things sometimes ?"
Penny frowns, not understanding his big brother's words until Freddy intervenes by popping next to him with a huge grin.
" Let it go, kid. Your big bro is just too much of a chicken to go talk to her.."
Pennywise growls in annoyance at Freddy before raising his middle finger at him.
" F*ck off Freddy ! At least I don't watch her sleep like a total perv !"
That would result in a fight that you would have to break. Again..
" Pennywise..I think I'm sick.."
Pennywise would admit some day to Pennywise that would sigh in annoyance.
" Stop saying stupid sh*t. You know very well that we can't be sick."
But, upon seeing the devastated face of his brother, Pennywise sighs loudly before turning towards him to focus his whole attention on him.
" Fiiinnneee...Tell me."
Penny's mood seems to lit up as his brother seems to be willing to listen to him.
" OK, so it concerns the nurse, Y/N. Everytime they are near me, I feel things in my stomach, like a million kids were kicking me in there..Everytime they touch me, I feel as if a part of me in my chest is about to burst and I feel warm, very very warm. And then, I feel very very bad when they talk to anyone else..It's horrible. I want it to stop..Should I eat them ?"
Pennywise stays silent for a while before saying with an unusual straight face.
" Penny.."
He starts, but Penny starts panicking as he sees the sour look on his brother's face.
" Oh ! It's bad, isn't it ?! What is it ?! How long do I have ?!"
Pennywise rolls his eyes dramatically at his brother's exaggerated reaction before cutting him off in his worried questions.
" Shut up, you idiot ! You're not dying. You're just feeling.."things" for them."
Penny stops talking and frowns in confusion, his eyes diverging in deep concentration, as if trying to understand Pennywise's words.
" Things ?! What things ?!"
He finally asks with his eyes wide open in obvious loss and Pennywise face-palms himself before answering with a loud sigh.
" You're falling in love, you dumb f*ck !"
At the word, Penny's face freezes and his smile goes downwards as he realizes that his older brother is right.
" Oh, sh*t.."
He curses and Pennywise frowns, as Penny hates curses.
" Language ! I'm the only one allowed to use curses, remember ?!"
Penny nods before asking in a worried tone.
" How do I get rid of it ? I don't like it.."
Pennywise can't help but feel sorry for Penny, as he knew better than anyone that there was no turning back..
" I'm sorry kid. But if it's really love ? You can't..like I can't.."
Penny's eyes widen at his brother's confession.
" You..You..love her too ?"
Pennywise seems to realize what he just said and groans before walking away. He didn't want anyone to know, even though Penny is his brother. Penny understands the wish of his brother to be left alone and starts walking out in the garden to think over what his older brother said..Could it be ? Could he really be falling in love ?
Bonus : The deal
The Horde is blindfolded and dragged to another room where a man and a woman are waiting for them. At first look, he can already tell that this man is one of the unworthy. The unbroken. The weak..His interest is cut short and he then turns towards the woman sitting next to him. Now, this one was interesting..Her eyes betrayed a much deeper complexity and she had a scar running from her forehead to her left cheek that proved she was worthy.
" You..You are broken. Rejoice.."
The woman smiles, but before she could start talking, her partner does it for her.
" Mister Wendell Crumb, we have a mission for you."
But Kevin only grits his teeths at the man.
" You are impure..I want to kill you.."
The man arks an eyebrow, but ignores his threat.
" Fine. Whatever. But first, I want you to be my spy. We didn't get you out of this prison for nothing, mister Wendell Crumb. We want you to be our little spy in the facility. We want you to find out how a certain miss L/N managed to control the patients outside of the facility. Do that, and you'll be as free as a bird..Do we have a deal ?"
He frowns, they wanted him to spy on a nurse ? She must be quite special for them to go to such lengths, to use him as a spy..Yes, quite the unique prey. The Beast was already impatient and Kevin licks his lips before nodding.
" Fine, but on one condition. When you're finished with her, I get to eat her heart.."
The request seems to take the man aback, but it is the lady that Kevin is looking at. She smiles coldly before nodding in agreement.
" Deal."
Kevin finally smiles widely and can't help the excited giggle that gets out from deep within him. Then, the dark and low voice of the beast makes itself heard as the smile grows almost ferocious as he announces. .
" Let the hunt begin.."
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Prison Quickie // Abner Krill x Fem!Reader
hi there!! here's my newest story. I'm gonna format these a little differently, with a short description before the full story, and i'm gonna make the look a little more clean overall. i hope you guys enjoy! this was heavily requested.
~ You and Abner had been having a little romance going on at Belle Reve, until Amanda Waller assigns you two to Task Force X. You both need to feel each other one last time before you are sent on the mission to Corto Maltese. ~
NSFW TAGS : angst, crying, mutual masturbation, prison, slight exhibitionism, fear of getting caught, dirty talk, smutty
WORD COUNT : 2.3K
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You rub your eyes and stretch your arms out. You let out a sigh and sit up. Another day in this stupid prison.
You slide out of bed and put on your shoes, then slide on your orange jumpsuit. The thought of having to eat the slop that the prison serves makes you sick. You make the conscious decision to try and skip breakfast if you don’t get caught.
“Mhhh- shit.” This fucking sucks. You push on your cell door, and to your surprise, it's unlocked . Breakfast must’ve already started, and the guards open all the cells around that time. Awesome.
Stumbling into the cafeteria, you squint your eyes looking for Ab. Where the fuck is he? You think to yourself.
He was probably still in his cell, as he had a habit of sleeping in late. Alright, then. You turn swiftly on your heel and begin to walk to Abner’s room in the cell block opposite to yours. You bump straight into Ms. Waller and her slew of guards.
Fuck. You know what she wants from you and you know damn well what your answer is.
“Are you serious??” You mutter. She gives you an expression you’ve seen so many times. Her eyes aren’t looking at you, but nearly THROUGH you, as if you aren’t even there. You know that you are NOTHING to her.
“No.” You sneer right in her face. “I’m not joining your dumbass squad thing.”
“We’ll see.”
“No, actually. You won’t. I don't give a flying shit about you or whatever the fuck you want from me. I'm already in fuckin' prison. My answer won’t change.”
She lets a long pause linger. The silence rings in your ears.
“I know who you're looking for. You won’t see him again unless you agree.”
There’s no way. There’s no fucking way.
“No.” Your voice hitches in your throat.
“We got Abner Krill on the squad. You’re our last ask.”
Your jaw muscles clench. Shit. Tears well in your eyes but you shake them away. How did she convince him? She probably baited him with you. You and Abner had gotten… comfortable during your time at Belle Reve. Waller knew you loved him. She knew about your detailed affair with him. And she was determined to get rid of you two once and for all.
“You bitch! You dumb fucking bitch! He’s gonna die out there! You’re fucking crazy, you cunt! You’ve sentenced him to death and you know it!!!” You lunge at her while screaming obscenities. There was white hot rage in your chest. She’s purposefully taken the ONE thing you care about most. Just to get you on her dumb task force and probably die anyway.
Strong hands grab your arms and shoulders. The guards have your arms pinned behind you, forcing you to stop moving. You struggle, but you know there’s no use.
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning for the briefing. Unless you want Krill to go alone.”
You roll your eyes and swallow hard.
“Fine,” You wiggle in the guards arms. “But if we come back and he’s not alive, mark my words- I will blow your fucking head off and feed it to that fucking shark...person...thing.”
“Sure.” She retorts. “See you at 8am sharp.”
The guards let you go and you practically shove them off of you. The only mission in your head right now is to find Abner. You have to see him. Before you two get sentenced to your drawn-out deaths tomorrow.
You sprint down the hall, the guards letting you go. They figured that they should let you see him one last time. No funny business though. Last time you went to his cell, they put you in confinement for sucking his dick. You almost laugh to yourself while recalling that memory.
You nearly trip while rounding a corner, and you finally make it to his cell, chest heaving from running so fast.
“Prisoner Abner Krill / Polka Dot Man. True Power Capacity: Unknown.”
Ew. It’s written like he’s not even a person. It pisses you off every time you see it.
You see him through his cell window. He’s laying on his side while clutching a pillow. Ah, man. He’s probably just trying to cope. You sigh heavily. Seeing him like this fucking sucks. He’s normally in a dismal mood, but this is different. He’s receiving a death sentence.
You give the door a couple gentle knocks.
“Knock knock, it’s me.”
“...Come in.”
You slowly take a seat on the side of the bed.
“Do you… do you want to talk about it?”
He rolls over to look at you, tears welling in his eyes.
“Y/N, I don’t wanna do it. I d-don’t wanna do it.” His lip quivers as he’s choking back tears. You lay down facing him and pull him into a hug.
“I know, honey. I know. Shh…” You make your best attempt to console him as he cries.
You feel his tears leaving a little spot on your shoulder. Fuck. There was nothing you could do other than hold him. You rub small circles on his upper back, and caress the nape of his neck with your fingers, twirling little bits of his hair. “Shhh… Shhh…”
He looks up at you, his eyes puffy and red.
“I love you. I love you so much. When Waller told me you were going to be on the Task Force I couldn’t let you go alone. I can’t let you go alone.”
“Wait, she told you already? When? I just came back from seeing her.”
“What? She told me last night you agreed to go.” He tilts his head in confusion.
Are you fucking serious? She baited Abner with you. He wouldn’t have fucking joined if she hadn’t done that.
“No, I just saw her. She just told me that she got you to get on the Squad.”
“Oh god…” He realizes that if he had said no, you probably both wouldn’t have gone. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry...” He starts crying again, shaking as he does so.
You were gonna find a way to kill Waller. You were gonna burn the fucking prison down with her in it. You push the rage away for a moment and sigh. You need to focus on Abner, he needs you.
“Stop, stop, It’s not your fault, you didn’t know…” You console him more, heart breaking for him. You didn’t want him to feel this way.
He starts to calm down a bit, and you cradle his tear stained face. “I nearly fucking killed her when she said you were going to be on the Squad, if that makes you feel any better.” You chuckle.
“R-really?”
“Of course, you fucking dummy.” You smile and kiss him, wiping the tears from his cheeks.
“Okay, let’s change the subject. No power dampener today?”
He giggles. “No, they took it off, but that means my virus is gonna progress like normal. So instead of expelling the dots once a week, it’s twice a day, like when I was a kid.”
“Ohhh. But at least you don’t have to wear that fucking thing on your neck anymore.”
“True.” He chuckles. You’re trying your absolute best to get his mind off of the situation. A couple more tears form, glistening under the flickering light of his cell.
“You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay.” You kiss him again, a little more passionately this time.
His lips melt into yours. He lets you hold him, finding the closeness comforting. You use your thumbs to swipe away the tears falling down his cheeks. You tilt his chin up to gain access to his neck, lapping at the skin. You can still slightly taste some of his tears. He lets out a small whimper.
His hand moves from his side to your waist, snaking his hand up your shirt. You inhale sharply, his cold hands a striking contrast to your warm skin.
“Ahhh- Ab, are you sure? We could get caught again and-"
He places small kisses on your cheeks while whispering. “Please- I want to, p-please…I just need a distraction from what’s h-happening and I need to be close with you before we g-go tomorrow…”
You sigh. Honestly, it’s not the worst thing if you get caught. They can’t really do anything now that you’ve been assigned to Task Force X.
“Okay. Let’s just keep quiet.”
You slide your hand under the front of his shirt, lifting it up just a tad to see his happy trail. You desperately want to lift it more, just to see more of his skin. But you can’t. The guards know what’s up with you and Abner. They will separate you two if necessary.
The feeling of possibly being caught was thrilling. It made your heart pound so loud you could hear it in your ears. He kisses you feverishly.
“Oh Ab…” You moan into his mouth. Your pussy was aching. He had barely started touching you, and you wanted another fix of him so bad. It had been weeks. He pulls you in closer, digging his fingers into your back, craving to feel more of your soft flesh.
You wriggle your hands around his hips and pull him closer as well, his bulge against your center.
“Oh my god…” Abner winced. He was painfully hard. He wanted to feel every inch of you, and feel your insides warmly wrapped around his length. But he knows that’s not possible right now. You traced your finger across his girth.
“Ab… I need to feel you, nghh- I’m gonna go fucking crazy if I don’t, ahh…”
“I know, I know. Unzip your pants, quickly.”
As you swiftly unzip your pants, his hand grips your chest, lightly pinching your nipple through the t-shirt. Your back can’t help but arch, and a squeaky moan escapes your lips.
His hand moves down, squeezing your flesh through your orange canvas shirt. He starts sucking and lapping your neck, loving the taste of you and wishing to feel every inch of your soft skin. He uses his free hand to unzip his pants as well. You feel your arousal leaking through your panties, and his touch feels electrifying on your skin. Every point of contact between him and you makes your clit ache for friction. Your hands tangle in his midnight black hair.
His hand cups your heat, and he slowly runs his fingers through your folds. You squirm for more, but you don't think he's getting the hint.
“Quit teasing me p-please- I need you.”
“Oh, s-sorry, I didn’t realize-”
‘It’s okay, shh.”
His slender fingers meet your clit, and he gasps at how wet you already are for him. Abner circles his finger pad expertly around your clit, and the relief of sexual tension almost makes you cum.
“Wait wait wait…” You say, he pauses and looks at you, with his big beautiful brown eyes. You free his cock from his pants, and quickly lick your palm. He’s incredibly hard, not to mention big as well. He breathily moans as you begin to stroke his cock. He returns to playing with your clit. Your arms are crossed over each other, both mutually getting each other off.
He’s getting sweaty now, his hair sticking to his forehead. Your chests are both heaving from the feeling of each other’s touch. His eyes dart around the room, checking on the window to make sure there are no guards out front.
You decide to tease him a little, knowing that dirty talk is something that he always wants from you.
“Yeah baby, you like that? I bet you wish you could be inside me right now…” He groans, your words bringing him closer and closer to his peak.
“Does that feel good baby? I’m sure it does…”
“Fuck, please don’t stop, honey-” His bottom lip quivers. “I’m gonna cum, I- I’m gonna- shit…” He releases his spend onto you, hips bucking erratically into your hand. He clearly hadn’t gotten off in a while, it must've been since the last time you two did this, nearly 3 weeks ago.
He doesn’t stop playing with your clit, rubbing small and fast circles with a perfect amount of pressure.
“Yes, Abbie keep going- mmh-”
Your eyes dart up and see a guard walking down the hall. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Ah!! Abbie quick, theres a g-guard, ahh-”
“Oh! Shit okay okay okay…” He speeds up and your orgasm rocks you to your core. Your muscles involuntarily flex, sadly clenching around nothing. You exhale and nuzzle into Abner’s shoulder as you come down. You can feel his heart beating fast.
You quickly zip up your pants, as does he. You run over to the sink and rinse off your hand, cleaning Abner’s cum. You look behind you out the window. There’s three guards, and they're getting closer.
You dive back into the bed and lay on top of him. He holds you tightly, like if he let you go, you’d never come back.
He kisses your forehead. You know the guard is coming to separate you.
“Abner, the guard-”
“Shh. Just enjoy this moment before he comes in, it’s okay-”
The door slams open, making you jump. He points at you aggressively. “YOU. OUT, NOW!!”
Another guard from behind him storms and yanks you off of him, causing you to slam your head face-first onto the tile.
“NO!!” Abner nearly screams, reaching for you. He could almost feel the pain you were in, causing tears to start falling.
“Ahh- fuck.” Your nose was definitely broken, the dark blood dripping onto the piercingly white tile.
“Y/N, oh my god.. STOP!!” Abner yells, the pain in his voices aches in your chest. There are two guards this time, they pick you up by your arms with ease. You don’t really have the strength to fight back. Hitting your head made you feel pretty woozy.
A part of you was almost mad at him. He knew the consequences of you going in there and touching him. But it wasn’t entirely his fault. You agreed to go in, and you agreed to jerk him off. This definitely meant that you were gonna spend the rest of the night in solitary confinement.
“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I love you…” His voice trails off as you are dragged to your new cell. You see Abner bury his face in his hands. Ah, man.
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(3/3) Eren Yeager
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Send a DM just to trap me (damn)
Threw your bitch in a taxi (taxi)
Wanna get drunk and nasty? (Nasty)
It was inevitable, of course he was going to find out.. Now here you are, sitting in your mothers house trying to figure out what you could've done differently. It's not only embarrassing but it sucks because that's your father, he's your everything , he's the man who adopted you. All you had to do was stay away from Eren.. though you couldn't even do that..
"Cheer up, here.. I got watermelon and pineapples.. I know it's your favorite.."
The woman with glasses, your mother handed you the soft bowl that held your favorite fruit. Her eyes staring at you softly as you were sitting on the floor. It was like you felt like you didn't deserve a bed right now.. In all honesty though, it wasn't fully your fault.
The soft, warmth that you had from the strong arms that touched you in ways... that night had kept you asleep. His hair fit his face so well and he said so many things that night that was hard to pass by. It wasn't a joke, Eren knew what he wanted.. and that was you.. and still is.
The many missed calls from him was ridiculous and the texts were everlasting. He figured he'd messed up, that or you were maybe drunk last night..? You didn't seem drunk.. that's just because you weren't.
"I should've stayed away from him..."
"Cupcake, you can't keep blaming yourself. Shorty-pants tends to be that way with Eren because of their past. There's nothing wrong with Eren technically, he lost his parents at a young age, in front of his eyes.. so he's a bit mental from that.." the words came out of Hange's throat and you nodded slowly. The thought still edged you on though, why did Levi want you away from him..?
Just because he has mommy AND daddy issues? That is a bad sign for sure, but at the same time.. Eren has done nothing but shown you his kind side. As well as his sexual side but we ain't gonna talk about that.
"So why... did dad kick me out... because of that..? Or cuz of their background together..? Eren is nothin but nice to me.. I would've backed off otherwise I ain't stupid to stay wit a nigga that beats on me.."
These words spat out in direction of no one in particular since nobody is here.. but it hurt. You wanted to scream so badly but what good would it do anyways.. Slowly slipping a pineapple chunk in your mouth. You watched as Hange was conflicted on what to say.. which is odd.
She has known Levi longer than anyone.. but Levi is still a mystery. So all she could do was direct this somewhere else...
"He'll be fine later okay? Don't worry... just.. eat your fruit, someone's comin to see ya in a little bit.. mkay?"
It's almost been a month.. and you didn't see Levi becoming fine any day now.. from what you could see, you were abandoned just like whoever your real parents were..
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Standing outside to get some nice air, your eyes watched the car in the driveway pull off. It was Hange's bmw. Her mission was to get Levi to straighten up and fly right, but you told her there wasn't any need. The damage was done already.. right?
Hange does tend to make things right though, she's just that lovable of a person..
Letting out a sigh, you'd decided to finally turn your back and try to go back into the house but your ears were kinda deceiving you. Your head whipping back towards the driveway as you saw the car that was there. It wasn't Hange for sure, though that black, porche was nobody's but..
Eren's...
His taller form immediately moving from that car and eventually coming to face you.. in all honesty he wanted to yell and scream and do everything in the book.. but seeing your pretty eyes tear up was enough for him.
After a few silent minutes passed, the two of you were now wrapped up in each other. As close as you two possibly could be on the comfy couch. Just bathing in each other's scent and aura. It was a nice feeling nonetheless, but at the same time, Eren was confused as to why you were so quiet. Why didn't you answer his messages or his calls...
"I'm sorry... I ain't mean to ghost you like that... but, he uhm..."
Swallowing down the tears that were edging to release again. Eren's green eyes stared into yours, his ears ready to hear everything you had to say to him. He wasn't going to ignore these feelings you had.. why would he?
"He found out... and he didn't like it.. obviously. He kicked me out...so I live here now..." your words spilling out of your throat, it sounded like you were in pain. Your glossy eyes staring up at Eren, who happened to be a bit more annoyed than anything. The past was the past... he didn't understand why Levi was so strung up on him. The two never had good relations, they always hated each other... Maybe in a past life too..
"I'll talk to him.."
"N-No, do you have a death wish..?"
"For you... I'll do anything you want.. if you wanna come live with me that's aight with me..." Eren offered up everything he could think of. There's just this feeling, he didn't want to leave you... but he also didn't want you to be abandoned by your father...
Eren knows that technically, that's already happened to you.. but you grew up with Levi and Hange..
"We gonna talk to him together... he ain't gon kill you if I'm there.. even if he hates me.."
"He Doesn't hate you... not him... he just pissed right now." Eren was correct, Levi was simply annoyed at the fact that you decided to spend the night without his knowing... and at EREN's house nonetheless. Levi already could think about what happened in that bedroom... though if you played your cards right, you could probably make it seem like it didn't happen...
Probably...
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The paperwork continued to pile over, Hange's steps being big as she stepped over the books and papers. Honestly, this has to be the first time she's seen Levi like this. His house was a mess.
And that's something you don't hear everyday.
"Shorty! Shorty mc shorty pants...? Ah!" Hange was obviously teasing the male but she ended up tripping on one of his shoes that was in his office, man was he living in this one room?
Her glasses were put back on her face as she looked up at the desk. Seeing Levi tapping on his keyboard quickly. He himself probably didn't notice the way he was living at the moment... when he does he'll probably scold himself.
"You sir, need to get it together!" Hange spoke as she stood back up, and she earned a loud and annoyed sigh from the male.
"Look, shitty-glasses I don't have time for it right now!"
"Don't yell at me! This is about your kid wanting to isolate herself from the world because you can't stop being an asshole!" Hange quickly spoke as she then moved back from Levi, making sure her distance was far... still managing to joke in instances like this.
"Stop trying to pry them apart! I've seen Eren! He treats her like a Queen and he even gives her these looks that makes it known... he's not going to hurt her... not to mention she might hurt him first.. physically.. I've seen her throw a shoe at him once.." Hange chuckled out at her last sentence but Levi didn't seem like he was in a laughing mood.. nor was he ever...
"Fine" Hange huffed, her cheeks reddened at the fact that she couldn't persuade Levi-that's what she thought-and she immediately left his office, though came back and kicked one of the books over...
The two slender fingers he had was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to surpass the headache that already arrived.
.
.
.
"Get out.."
"Daddy I ain't do nothin wit him, I just fell asleep I swear..-"
"I don't care!"
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"I'm tired.. I'm goin to sleep Ight..? Pick me up tomorrow..." your words softly sliding out as Eren stared at your soft lips. This however made you smile and wrap your arms around him. Pulling him down to your height to kiss him gently. His lips still tasting like sugar...
Today, Eren kept you company and he even offered to take you out tomorrow... so all wasn't lost..
Eventually you'd closed your bedroom door and decided to get ready for bed. Gently laying in your bed after putting a scarf and bonnet on your head. The soft pillow was cold and that only made you a tiny bit more happier...
Knock knock
As you were about to close your eyes, the sound of knocking was on your door. That could be nobody but Hange... right? Considering this is her house but normally she just opens the door... without knocking..
"Come in...?" In a bit of a confused tone, you'd propped yourself up so you could get a better look at the door.
"Why say 'come in' if you're unsure... you're going to get yourself killed.."
"Daddy!" Your voice shrilled with happiness... and all Levi could feel was that same energy.. he may not like your little... boyfriend.. but he loves you.. his beautiful daughter...
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PUPPY
pairing: werewolf!lee jeno x reader (f) *halloweenie special*
genre: smut, supernatural au
word count: 4k
warnings: mature content, excessive explicit language, sexy times (meaning sexual content), I used the word ‘penis’ ONCE and only ONCE, mentions of a knot, knotting (I’m sorry), slight impreg kink, cumming inside, unprotected sex, blood, aggressive behavior, other stupid cliche werewolf things that are most definitely prob in hundreds of fics, jeno does NOT like being called a puppy even tho he’s called it oNCe
a/n: the first release of the dreamie halloweenie series! I hope this one sets the tone for what’s to come 👀 sorry to anyone who hates werewolf cliches and for the extreme lack of any substance or plot lmaoooo anyway I hope y’all enjoy reading
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~10/10/2020~
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“are you cool with jeno staying the night?” your brother shot out, startling you as he spoke, not even looking at you as he spread too much peanut butter on a slice of bread nestled in his hand.
you looked up from where you were sitting at the kitchen table to face your brother, not saying anything in reply as you got lost in your thoughts.
jeno was an oddball. he was nice and he wasn’t creepy or even that weird, he just had his moments that were just well, odd. he was your brother’s friend of about six years; they met in their second year of high school and have been inseparable ever since. because of that, you have also been surrounded by jeno in all that time as well.
in the first couple years, you didn’t notice anything strange about him. he seemed like a normal and healthy young teenage boy. he was incredibly handsome, so of course your poor soul developed a small crush on him that only grew as the years progressed.
since you paid such close attention to him, you could pick out the oddities in his behavior occasionally pretty well. just from that, you’ve deducted that his sense of smell was almost god-like, like he could smell things that a normal person couldn’t.
now, you supposed that it wasn’t that weird that he had a good sniffer; there were probably tons of other people in the world with the same ability...but it wasn't just his sense of smell that had you curious.
sometimes he would act strangely at night; not often, but enough to have you questioning it. he would either disappear completely without a word or come up with a half-assed excuse to leave and then run away like a frightened animal.
it was just plain odd...and you couldn't get over it, no matter how much you tried to will yourself not to think about it.
snapping out of your stupor, you felt your heart jump at the thought of jeno coming over, even though he’s been here countless times, but you didn’t let it show and you shrugged your shoulders.
“it’s not like I have a choice in the matter,” you stated truthfully, looking down to pick at your nails. “you would have just said he was coming over anyway if I said no.”
your brother smiled at you, beaming as he placed the bread down and patted your head.
“you know me so well, y/n.”
you rolled your eyes, shoving him away. “yeah,” you retorted, slightly annoyed. “It’s not like you’re my brother, or anything.”
he didn't say anything further and you left him alone with his sandwich, getting up and making your way to your room where you could successfully hide for the rest of the night. before your cold make it far, you heard your brother yell something about jeno coming around 8, but you didn't say anything back and just minded your own business all the way upstairs to your room.
you pathetically holed yourself up in your dark room for about four hours, only coming out to quietly sneak to the bathroom and then you would go back into hiding once again.
even when you got word that there was pizza downstairs, you ignored it and continued to watch horror story narrations on youtube.
you just couldn't deal with being in the presence of your long time crush today. it took everything in your power to stop yourself from going downstairs and being potentially spotted, but you managed to pull through successfully and be a pathetic hermit in your room.
it was around 3 a.m. when you were finally finished with watching youtube videos, and you felt gross. you supposed that the two boys would be sound asleep by now, considering your brother never ever sacrificed his beauty sleep for anyone. you grabbed some clean clothes and gathered them in your arms before trudging tiredly to the bathroom, swinging open the door without a second thought, not realizing that the light was already on when you got there.
your heart almost jumped out of your chest as your eyes bulged out of their sockets.
“holy fuck!” you screeched as you took in the sight of jeno, in the middle of the bathroom completely naked, stroking his painfully hard cock right before your eyes. you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the show and you accidentally discovered that there was something not right about the way it looked...
your mouth fell agape and you barely heard him gasp loudly before trying to cover himself with the closest towel.
“jesus christ, y/n!” he yelled back, both of you not even considering your sleeping brother that was just three rooms over.
your eyes stayed glued to where he was covering himself with the towel, still thinking about the oddity of his dick. it seemed to be swelling at the base, which was definitely not normal for a human penis to do.
“what the fuck is wrong with your dick?” you blurted out unapologetically, causing a blush to cover his entire face and neck. you tore your eyes from his covered crotch to look at his eyes, which were now a shocking shade of bright yellow. you jumped back, dropping your clothes on the floor as you watched him breath heavily, most likely trying to calm himself down the same as you.
“oh my god, what the actual fuck is happening?” you murmured out loud, your eyes wide and never leaving his own as he stood silently in front of you. “am i dreaming? am i fucking high?” you tried to reason out as to why you were seeing what you're seeing, but jeno didn't give you much time to think before he spoke.
“you’re not dreaming,” his voice came out low, almost like a growl, and you felt your heart freeze up. “I dunno if you’re high...but what you're seeing is as real as it gets.”
your mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping out of water, trying to formulate the words to say next. your brain literally couldn't think of anything except his abnormally large and weird dick.
“okay…” you trailed off, your hands coming up to rest over your racing heart. “so then I’ll ask again: what the fuck is up with your dick??” and then you quickly added, “and your eyes??? I'm so confused right now, jeno.”
he sighed heavily and turned around, giving you a full view of his ass before he gathered his clothes to get dressed and cover himself. you really should have looked away, but your eyes wouldn’t listen to your internal screaming no matter how hard you physically tried to stop staring.
when he pulled his shorts on he finally turned to face you once more, forgoing a shirt much to your dismay (but really, you were dying on the inside at the sight of his abs). he stared at you for a second, his eyes back to their natural deep brown color.
“...there's a lot we need to talk about.” was all he said before grabbing your wrist in his scorchingly warm hand and dragging you out of the bathroom and down to your room. you didn’t protest and you let him practically drag you all the way there, closing the door behind him and guiding you to plop down on your bed. jeno walked to the opposite side of the room, distancing himself from you as much as possible.
“um..so,” he started hesitantly, trying to form his words correctly. “I’m uh, I'm a werewolf.”
your eyes bulged out of your head in disbelief, but you didn't say anything in reply. you both stared at each other across the space of your bedroom, not uttering a single word.
at first you were ready to call him crazy; there was absolutely no way that it was true. but then you thought about his eyes, his sense of smell...and then thought about his cock...holy shit wait, was that a fucking knot??
“um, yeah, it was…” you heard him say suddenly. you jumped out of your skin at the sound of his voice, not expecting him to reply. did you say that out loud by accident?
“you did.”
okay fuck, you needed to stop thinking and pull yourself together. what were you supposed to say to that? ‘oh cool, your cock has a knot and you’re a fucking werewolf, that’s super, jeno!’
jeno went on to explain the ins and outs of being a werewolf to you over the next twenty minutes, the small pink blush on his cheeks never truly leaving as he went into detail about everything. he even corrected certain cliches that were not true, a scowl making its way to his features with each inaccuracy you brought up.
“so...my brother doesn’t know?” you questioned quietly, looking down at your lap.
“no one knows besides you and my family.” he confirmed, and you looked up again to see him lean against the wall behind his back, eyes gazing sharply at you.
you panicked slightly, thinking that holy crap, now that you know, he's gonna have to kill you so the secret doesn't get out.
“oh my god,” you whimpered out, “are you going to kill me now?”
you watched his eyes widen before he choked, coughing violently before composing himself. he straightened his posture, but still didn't make any move toward you, still keeping his distance.
“what?!” he practically shouted, startling you. “of course not! why would I do that??”
you felt your face grow hot and you looked away once again, wringing your hands together on your lap. you shrugged, murmuring quietly, “i dunno...I thought you'd kill me to keep the secret, well, you know, a secret…”
you heard him sigh exasperatedly before hearing his soft voice grace your ears from across the room.
“I don't kill people, y/n.” he sounded slightly sad, and you then felt bad about assuming something so terrible of him. “the only time I kill is when my instincts become too much to control, and I snap.” his head hung low, but he quickly added. “but I’ve never actually killed a person, even if my instincts were screaming at me to.”
you tried to wrap your mind around what his wolf instincts were like; he only briefly touched on that topic earlier, seeming like he didn't want to talk about it too much. you being yourself, of course you had to pry.
“so like, what you’re saying is,” you started, your hand cupping your chin in thought as you pondered over your thoughts. “that if you were to like, hypothetically, snap right now and go all feral, you would want to kill me?” the question came out inflected as a statement, but you nonetheless awaited his answer patiently as you took in the sight of his face going through about five different emotions in the short span of a couple seconds.
“I don’t think…” he trailed off, looking down at the floor while clenching his fists. “I don’t think killing you would be my first instinct,” he looked up at you, his eyes blazing a slight yellow again as he seemingly stared into your soul. “...if you catch my drift.”
at first you were completely confused, not sure what other instincts he could express while being feral, but then it all clicked and it had your body heating up at the thought.
“oh.” you simply retorted, your eyes glazing over at the implication of him pinning you down and taking you as he pleased. “oh, fuck. you’re fuckin’ serious?”
his eyes were dark as he drank you in, his nostrils flaring slightly as he subtly sniffed the air between the both of you. dear god, you hoped that he couldn’t smell the sudden arousal that consumed you. you watched his eyes glow into a bright yellow and you felt your instincts screaming at you to run, but you held his gaze as he let a low growl escape his mouth.
“y/n,” he said, low and strained as he tried to fight his animal instincts. “you need to leave if you don’t want this, right now.” his words were final, no room for questioning.
you briefly tried to think it over; what would actually happen if you stayed and let him have you? you could probably die, first and foremost, but you shook that thought away even though it was a very real and serious possibility. you couldn’t deny your arousal at the whole thing, being taken like a bitch in heat by a guy you’ve been thirsting over for a while now. you may not get the chance to fuck a werewolf again, so you quickly made your decision.
“I’m…” you trailed off, dragging your gaze down to his neck and collarbones where you could make out the sweat forming on his perfect skin. “I’m staying, jeno.” you spoke softly to him, watching his brow furrow in confusion before smoothing out again.
you made your way to him and he stiffened up, watching your every move like a predator as you tentatively stopped in front of his panting form. reaching a hand up, you caressed his face, your breathing shaky as you leaned in closer.
“you can have me, puppy.” you threw in the last little jab with that sudden nickname just for fun, your heart soaring at the sound of the deep growl he let out upon hearing it. you fought the smile off your face as he practically pounced on you, pushing you over to the bed and pinning your body underneath his in one swift movement.
“I’m a puppy, huh?” he questioned darkly, his glowing eyes roaming over your face before his head dipped down to nose at your throat. you whimpered softly as his teeth nibbled on your sensitive skin, earning a satisfied growl from him.
you felt your shorts stick to your core from how insanely soaked you had become, and you grew hot at the idea of him pulling them down to find that you were, in fact, pantieless. he had your wrists pinned down against the mattress, not allowing you to touch him much to your annoyance. you tried to struggle against his supernaturally strong hold, but was met with a deep snarl in response. you immediately grew pliant underneath him out of pure instinct.
he pulled back, sharp canines prominent in his mouth as he fixed you with his glowing stare, red swirling with yellow in his bright irises.
“don’t fucking move,” he spat, his voice coming out low and gutteral, causing a flood of your own arousal to escape you down below. his nostrils flared for the second time that night, and he breathed in deeply at the scent of your wet and begging cunt. “be a good girl and take what I give you.”
the statement was final, and you barely had time to nod before he was tearing your t-shirt in two, biting the skin of your shoulder. his sharper teeth did not sink deep into your flesh, but when he drug the canines across your skin, you felt them rip you open. you let out what could be considered a poorly concealed scream, but it came forth as more of a moan as you felt hot blood trickle down your arm.
your shirt was in ribbons, and he looked extremely pleased as he took in the beautiful sight of your naked breasts, no bra in his way. he watched as your chest heaved up and down in anticipation, and he released your wrist to gently trail both of his hand over your body.
“your tits are so pretty,” he murmured, diving down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. he worked your other boob with one of his hands, kneading it and flicking your sensitive nipple.
your back arched into his touch, and you tried your best to stay as quiet as possible in fear of your brother hearing you.
he suckled hard; nibbling your nipple and dragging his teeth along it, causing shivers to run up your spine and your core to clench around nothing. your shorts were without a doubt ruined at this point.
your nails scratched down his back and he continued to ravage your chest, alternating between both of your breasts and teasing your sensitive buds with no remorse. it felt like hours of play, but eventually he pulled back to roughly grip the fabric of your shorts and tear them down your legs, exposing your dripping core to his hungry eyes.
you whined as he stared at you, reaching your arms out towards his own pants, wanting to see his cock again now that you were laying there, desperate and pouting for it.
his eyes shot to your face, smirking as he watched your brow furrow and your lips purse, your hands trying to grab at him from your place on the bed.
he didn’t allow you to pull his shorts down for him; instead he hooked his own thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down slowly, exposing his cock inch by inch before it finally sprung out, slapping against his stomach proudly.
your mouth watered at the sight of him once again and you moved to try to sit up, but didn’t get very far. he grasped your non-bleeding shoulder and roughly shoved you against the mattress once again, not saying anything. the stare he gave you oozed enough dominance for you to clearly get the message that he was trying to send.
jeno didn’t waste any time spreading your thighs open, two of his fingers immediately swiping through your embarrassingly wet slit before easing inside your tight hole. the stretch burned at first, considering he was starting you off with two fingers instead of one, but you welcomed the slight pain that mixed with the pleasure of him reaching up with his thumb to graze over your throbbing clit.
jeno thrusted his fingers into you gently at first, gradually picking up the pace as he went along. before you knew it he was adding a third finger, stretching your more than you’ve been stretched before.
you gasped at the feeling, your back arching off the bed as you cried out while he started finger fucking you with earnest.
“shhh, baby,” he said quietly, his movements never ceasing. “just gotta open you up for me, make sure you can take my knot.”
you held back another moan at that, thinking of how his cock would stretch you open, and how full you would feel with his knot nestled inside you.
he abruptly pulled his fingers from you, causing your back to arch again as you protested the loss of stimulation. his strength amazed you, and with one hand on your belly he pinned you down completely, sucking on the fingers of his other lewdly while stating you in the eyes.
after licking his fingers clean, (which caused heat to crawl it’s way down your belly), he kissed you sloppily on the mouth once again before gripping your waist and roughly flipping you over onto your knees.
your chest was flush against the mattress as well as your face, and your hips were lifted high in the air and you could feel the heat radiating off of him as he positioned himself behind you.
his nails drug down your sides and he gripped one of your hips with his hand, using his other to position himself at your leaking entrance. you wiggled your hips in anticipation, whining as he drug the head through your folds before slowly sinking inside you.
your fingers gripped the pillows as he bottomed out, his knot already slowly forming at the base of his shaft. it stretched you ever so slightly at the entrance of your core, and you whimpered out in pleasure as he started thrusting in and out.
the small form of his knot caught on your entrance with each precise thrust, and you were finding it very difficult to stay quiet. jeno’s breaths were heavy and every so often he would let out a soft growl as he felt his tip pound gently into your cervix.
your small whimpers were short and staggered, escaping your mouth with each thrust, which spurred him on to create a faster and harsher pace. he leaned over your back and didn’t relent as his cock punished you pussy, and when you let out a cry that was just a little bit too loud, he shoved your face right into your pillow to silence you.
“shut up,” he panted, a rumble low in his chest following his words. “just fucking take it.”
you nodded your head in response to the best of your ability, biting your lip to keep quiet as the presence of his hand left the back of your head.
he seemed to be getting close now, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge as well. it was uncommon for you to cum without any clitoral stimulation, and you were amazed at his ability to reach all of the most pleasurable spots inside you.
you felt your stomach tightening up and you gasped sharply when you felt his cock press right against your sweet spot, making you reach your high almost instantly.
you clamped around him, barely registering that he buried himself completely inside you and was now stretching you to the max with his fully developed knot. the pain of the stretch only intensified your orgasm, which had you screaming into your pillow to muffle your cries of ecstasy.
jeno growled loudly as he came shortly after, biting the back of your neck aggressively and painting your walls with his cum, emptying completely inside of you while his knot kept a single drop from escaping.
he withdrew his teeth from you, surprised that it didn’t break your skin, and gently moved the two of you to lay on your sides as you basked in the afterglow of what just occurred.
your chest heaved as you fought to catch you breath, you pussy still stretched to its limit as you laid with him. you reached an arm around to caress his face, a small show of affection as you smiled in bliss.
after catching your breath, you sat in silence for a bit, just bathing in each other’s warmth, before you had to go and open your big mouth again.
“so your knot is supposed to like, plug me up?” you questioned, your voice still sounding slightly out of breath as you panted. “to make sure I get like, hypothetically, pregnant or whatever?”
he groaned in response and gripped your hips tightly, his hips bucking and causing his still painfully hard cock to sharply jab against your sensitive insides, making you yelp.
“dear god, y/n,” he whined, his nails digging into your skin. “don’t say things like that, fuck.”
“oh, so you like that idea?” you teased, turning your head to try to look at him to the best of your ability considering your current position. “fucking me full of babies?”
his eyes stared down at you intensely, the color of his irises brightening up as he growled lowly at you. he suddenly gripped your hips and turned you both over, his body completely laying on your own as you were pressed against the mattress on your stomach.
“keep talking, y/n,” he growled out lowly, his hips pressing tightly against your ass, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. “I’ll fuck you again right now, and give you my fucking babies.”
he couldn’t see you, but you smiled contently, preparing yourself for another intense round with this beast of a man. there was a small chance that you would actually get pregnant, considering the IUD you had…but the thought of it had you ready to go at it again.
in some fucked up way, you were content with this, and you threw your hips up to grind back against him, grinning even wider as he pinned your body down even harder.
jeno fucked you like an animal until the sun came up, and your brother was none the wiser.
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