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stxrmylxve · 1 year

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Comforting Times (pt.2)

so either im wiggin, or my fanbase really likes jjk better than tokyo revengers. So I’m taking inspo from myself and creating these actions with jjk

ENJOY??!? (no custom dividers, sorryyyy)

⚠️ :

crying

past/occuring trauma

softies

sorcerer stuff

curses (things/rabid animal spawns) attacking

cursing (words)

hopefully your requests in the comments

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Itadori:

“Y/n, don’t you think you shouldn’t test it without proper training?” Itadori asks as he steps back as you slice through the air.

“This is training yuuji!” you yell as you continue to kick and propel your powers like somesort of ninja.

“But you might get hurt…” he says with a frown.

“You could too with your trainings, more than you already do. Go inside and grab me a water, will ya please?” you ask as you turn to him with a smile as he jogs off.

As you turn back, you begin your next kick and mid air your leg is grabbed, throwing you down instantly with a yelp. The curse has acidic drool dripping, landing on your already twisted leg, making you scream and thrash in pain.

“You’ll do nice.” the curse says as it opens its mouth, expecting to gobble you up whole.

Tears fall down your face as the curse nears. Was this really the end? Like this? This lame experience? With no one around to see or help you?

The curse lets a final drip of acid hit your arm before you snap out of your trance and smash it’s face in two, using most of your energy in that blow alone as it whimpers and falls back.

You look down in shock at your hand that was oozing blood, probably from sudden use.

“Shit.” you say to yourself with a sigh as you walk past the curse, smashing its head with your heel for good measure as it whithered away with a sheak.

Just then yuuji comes back out, aparently so in his trance he hadn’t realize anything had gone down until he saw the trail of blood from you.

“y/n.. what happened here?” he asks cautiously as he examines your hand.

“One of your curse friends payed me a visit.” you say as you wince and pull your hand away from him.

“Sukuna, who was it?” Yuuji asks, more to himself, as a mouth appeared on his hand.

“And what makes you think I would tell you that, brat?” sukuna spits and the mouth fades away.

“Hey! Tell me or I purposely won’t let you see Megumi again!” Yuuji yells back, the mouth instantly reappearing and muttering something.

“Something of Mahito.” sukuna says finally.

You wipe the blood off onto your sleeve, the white fading into a crimson color instantly. You grimace at the thoughts of how to get this future stain out as Yuuji places his hand gently on your shoulder.

“It won’t happen again, I promise.” he says with a dark scowl as he turns and walks away.

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Megumi:

He had his demon dogs out, training with them with a stern face on. You look down at the lemonade below you on the counter, placing everything on the tray and turning around to walk outside to deliver them to Megumi.

There stood a curse, picking his tooth and spitting out a bone of who knows what before looking up with a toothy smile.

“Hi lovely.” the curse says as you drop the tray with wide eyes, backing up to the counter in fear as it continued to inch forward.

“I wonder what Megumi thinks of you. Rather, your past, hmm? Does he know? About all of the slutty things you used to do for pay.” the curse says as they tap their finger on the counter, the tapping echoing through the still house.

“D.. don’t mention my past like that. I’ve changed.. for the better!” you say as tears threaten to fall from your eyes, but you build the strength to hold them back.

“Well it’s not my fault, you just gave yourself away like that. It is all your past, I’m just stating the facts.” the curse says as it licks its lips.

“Don’t say things like that!” you yell as you slam your hands on the counter and charge at the curse, anger overtaking your senses.

“Wrong choice.” the curse says with a frown as it dodges you and sinks into the ground, showing up behind you and knocking the wind out of you with a punch, throwing you to the ground with a thud.

"Megumi isn't here to save you now, is he?" the curse says as it leans down, caressing your hair as your tears broke free.

The curse busted apart with a shriek as you watched it melt in horror, getting up quickly and brushing off your knees.

"Y/N??!" Megumi yelled as he swung around the corner, sighing to himself as he was relieved you were okay.

“You okay?” he asks as he knelt down to you and embraced you in a hug. You didn’t know why you were shaking, you had seen a curse before, but what it had said was right. You just didn’t want to ruin anything with Megumi.

But.. he will find out. After maybe then there really will be no one to protect you.

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Sukuna:

Laying on the couch was always nice with Sukuna. He was so big that you pratically layed on top of him, one of his hands rubbing circles on your shoulder as the other held his phone.

He knew you had a hard time sleeping, rather getting to sleep. Once you were asleep, you slept like a rock, but getting to sleep was easier said than done. He knew this, so every night he lulled you to sleep with circles massaging your shoulder in hopes you would get some sleep that night.

However, you would occasionally also get nightmares. Nightmares about the blood and agony you had seen and heard from your family.

The sight had scarred you, still haunting your dreams to this day. Being pinned to the wall by a curse as it killed your family right in front of you. There was nothing you could have done other than to watch, but the pained feeling of guilt returned everytime you thought of them.

Tears streamed down the side of your face as you clung to Sukuna, trying to fight the nightmare that you knew you couldn’t end, but you still tried.

The tears seeped through his shirt to his skin and in an instant his phone was down and he picked you up like a baby and cradled you in his arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. You know that curse is dead now.” Sukuna whispers, kissing your temple.

He eventually gets you back to sleep after he had petted your hair for the past half hour as a comfort method. He smiled to himself as you slept soundly like a small child would.

“Awww-“

“Uraume say a word and I will kill you again.”

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Maki:

“Hi, y/n.” Maki says as she puts her books into her bag and throws the bag over her shoulder.

“Hey” you reply simply, twirling your fingers to focus in anything other than the silence.

“You doing anything today?” she asks as she walks out of the classroom, peering down at you as you thought of anything she didn’t know yet.

“No.” you say finally with a huff as you look up in defeat knowing that ment you had training.

“Hey, it’s not so bad, you can train with me. I will go change and you go put your stuff down, I will meet you there.” she says with a smile as she takes off.

“Your little girlfriend treating you well?” your ex says as he pears around the corner.

You hated your ex. What they had done as far as manipulation was horrible. They had broken up with you simply because they hadn’t ever cared, and then spreaded false rumors about you. You wished you would have never seen their face again, but life never goes right all the time.

“She’s better than you ever were to me.” you spit as you walk past them, checking the time on your phone before speeding up your pace.

“Aww, we both know you loved me. You were just not the right level for me, you know I deserve better than you.” they say with a smile as you scowl at their bold arrogance and sigh.

“What do you want dude?” you say as you turn around, it was evident they were not leaving you alone any time soon.

“You.” they whisprr as they boop your nose, making you frown and turn away again, hoping to walk off and leave this madness alone.

“Hey don’t fucking ignore me?!” they yell as they slam you against the lockers, your backpack’s ridges digging into your back.

“Well you won’t leave me alone!” you yell as you kick them in the knee, running away as they doubled over. You wanted to find Maki. She would help you. Even if it was just with advice, it would help.

“Maki!” you yell as you reach the locker room, startling her from her silent changing as she turned to meet your rattled eyes.

“Everything alright?” she asks as she comes to your aid with comforting hands on your shoulders.

“They..they’re after me again!” you yell as you gasp for air, having ran through the whole hallway; it was tiring for someone like you.

“Your ex? Again? Did they not get the message to leave you alone?” she asks, face turning sour as she closes the door to the room and takes your bag from you, setting it next to hers and giving you a hug to calm your nerves a little faster.

“Come on, let’s go train to prove ourselves!” she says with a shy smile as she releases you from her tight embrace and ajusts her shirt, holding your hand as she leads you out to get your tools ready for training.

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the beautiful toji:

He left the girl weeping in her bed, leaving an $100 dollar bill on her nightstand near her for good measure as the man walked out of the bedroom. He grabbed his phone on the way out and slammed the door, rattling the otherwise still apartment complex.

He let out a quiet ‘tch’ at the annoying amount of texts he had missed from another woman as he opened them and scrolled through the sorry messages in the elevator as it slowly went down. It stopped briefly at floor 5 as you walked in and then it continued down to the base level.

You wouldn’t lie, the sheer amount of muscle coating the man beside you was mesmerizing as is, but the clothing and the uninterrested look of the world in his eyes was just as amazing to you.

“If you keep looking, I think your jaw may drop to the floor.” he says with a laugh as you stiffen with a blush and look away out the window.

You mutter a quiet ‘sorry’ as you awkwardly shift from one foot to the other.

“What has someone like you coming outside at 1am?” he asks as the elevator reaches the lobby.

“Leaving a one night stand that went south.” you say simply as you pull down your shirt slightly and walk out first, slowing down for toji to fall beside you as you walked out together.

“Went south?” he asks as he slows and takes out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a puff as you explain how it had failed.

“mmm. So not y’re fault, it’s there’s.” he says after a while as he changed views from the bright stars in the sky to your dim face.

“I guess so, yeah.” you mutter as you wiggle your toes in your shoes, the ache of your feet starting to form like it did almost every night.

“Well I’ll let you go, keep in touch, yeah?” he says with a smile as he smashes the cigarette into the concrete and slips a card into your bag. It only had his number, which had probably been passed around to countless other people, but it still felt like you had the world in your hands right now.

You smiled to yourself as you took out the card and put it into your phone, texting a small thank you to the man as he was only a small dot in the night sky now. You turned and walked away, not aware that a curse was following you in the bushes.

You took two steps and the curse came to life, sheaking and charging at you at full force, scaring the living life out of you. You took off in the opposite direction, heading towards toji hoping he could do something to help out.

The curse was on your tail, running behind you on all fours as a dog would chase a person as it swerved in and out to get traction to speed up.

“Toji!” you yell as you begin to loose energy. He turned your way and quickly picked up on this, grabbing you just as you fell and he dodged the curse, it smashing into the ground and shaking the surrounding area.

“Fucking Suguru.” he says with a sigh as he pulls a sword out of his curse nearby, laying you down on the curse for cushion as he went to work on the curse to eliminate him once and for all.

The curse was smart, smarter than some he had met before. It swerved most of his main attacks, but eventually it gave out and accepted its fste.

He wiped the blade off breifly before putting it away and getting you up off of the ground.

“You alright?” he asks as he brushes your hair off, dirt falling to the ground in small groups.

“Uhm.. yeah. I think?” you reply as you check for any wounds, looking at the curse below you.

“You two.. good?” you asks as you back away.

“Yeah. He’s like my.. bag. But alive. He holds my stuff for me.” Toji says as the curse crawls on his shoulder and curls around his torso as well, settling comfortably as you watch in awe.

“Come on, I will take you down the street to the store to get you some water, food, and a bandage for that cut of the curse. Hopefully it will heal quickly.” he says as he takes off without another word, smiling to himself as he heard you behind him scambling to get your things and running to catch up.

You would be an interesting one.

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y’all.. this took me 4 day. Yes, 4?! like, i was so out of ideas for them. I hope this served its purpose as many seemed to like the jjk request i did.

Bye!! <3

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insomniacaesthetic · 2 years

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| 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 | Lucius x Reader

Summary: Lucius Malfoy is a dominant man. He doesn’t beg or ask for pleasure, he takes it. What happens when his favorite pet catches him off guard and ties him to the bed? Revenge.

Warnings/Contents: dom/sub relationship, daddy kink, rope play, edging, oral sex, and a bit of humiliation.

Category: Smut

Part 2 here.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It was a little past 3:00pm. You had been tidying up your bedroom for the past few hours. Though it didn’t require much work, the house elves usually cleaned up after you whenever the room was empty. Once you finished remaking your bed, you flopped back onto it and started reading a random book that Lucius insisted you to read. More like ordered if you’re being honest.

You were in the middle of an intense scene in your novel when the familiar crack of someone aparating into your room pulled you from the pages. It was the house elf, Dobby.

“Yes Dobby?” You groaned as you slammed your book closed. It started him at first, but he quickly regained his composure.

“Dobby has come to escort the young mistress to Master Malfoy’s study.”

The annoyed expression on your face turned into one of fear. You knew Lucius was going to get payback for your little games last night, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon.

“Did…did he say what for?”

“Master Malfoy only said for Dobby to bring the young mistress to his study and quickly. Master never told Dobby what for. “

“I see. Okay Dobby just let me get changed.”

You swung your feet off the bed and made your way over to the walk-in closet. It was filled with an assortment of clothes. From ornate ball gowns to lacy lingerie. Lucius loved to spoil you with the finest things. You were flinging through the garments when Dobby’s nervous mumbling caught your attention.

“Is something wrong?” You raised a questioning brow at him. His bandaged hands fidgeted with the hem of the filthy pillowcase he wore.

“Just master requested the young mistress quickly.”

A twinge of sorrow for the house elf crept up inside you. “Yes okay. One minute.”

You closed the door of the closet, leaving Dobby and his anxieties outside of it as you snatched a random dress off a hanger. It was a simple yellow baby doll dress. It looked similar to a night gown. It wasn’t your first choice, and if you weren’t worried about Dobby getting punished you would’ve spent more time trying to pick out something a bit…longer.

Sure, Lucius said he didn’t plan on taking his revenge for quite some time, but you didn’t want to expedite the process by wearing something too enticing. Although you didn’t own many clothes that Lucius didn’t find enticing. After all, he was the one who picked them out.

Dobby was relieved when you exited the closet and hastily crossed the room to the door. You knew you were forgetting something but didn’t want to stop and have to witness the elf smashing his head in your doorway as he has done many times before.

He led you through the hallways of Malfoy manor. You dragged your fingertips across the beautifully patterned wallpaper as you padded along the equally as extravagant carpet that laid over the marble floors. Turning corners and passing moving portraits or tables which held sculptures and trinkets until eventually you arrived outside the doors of Lucius’ study.

Dobby knocked apprehensively on the double wooden doors. When Lucius gave permission to enter, Dobby twisted the golden doorknob and let you pass him into the room. Before the elf could join you in the study, Lucius made a shooing motion at him from behind his desk and he apparated away. Leaving you alone with the blonde-haired man.

Lucius eyes raked up and down your body. Taking in the sight of you. Finally, he stared into your eyes. His expression intense. A lump began to form in your throat. What could he have possibly called you in for? Your thoughts were racing as you tried to pinpoint a reason why he would request your presence that didn’t have to deal with last night. Nothing came to mind.

•

Last night, Lucius was in your bedroom as he commonly was after dinner. He was lazily stroking your body as he admired how the new lingerie set he purchased looked on you. You were straddling his lap and ordered to remain still while his hands explored.

It was a difficult task considering he spent what felt like years caressing your skin. Never getting close to where you needed him most. He teased you for ages like that. When he finally felt content that he riled you up enough, he gave you permission to move freely. Immediately your lips crashed onto his and you ground your hips roughly against his own.

He almost never let you be on top, and you doubted he would let you for much longer. So you decided to take advantage of your temporary power to formulate a plan. Oh, how wrong you had been to do so.

When Lucius seemed to busy himself with removing your bra, you pressed against his chest and pretended to busy yourself in kissing his neck. In reality, you were attempting to retrieve your wand from the nightstand. As he pulled the straps from your arms, you slid the wand under a pillow. Far enough for Lucius not to notice but close enough for you to grab later.

“You seem distracted, pet” he hummed in your ear. “What’s bothering you?”

“Nothing sir!” You answered quickly. Taking great care to avoid eye-contact so he couldn’t use legilimency on you. “Just thinking about how much I love to please you, Master.”

Lucius didn’t seem convinced, but before he could question you further, you lowered your head to kiss around his chest. When he brought his hands to your shoulders, you had to stop yourself from celebrating. Everything was going according to plan.

You sat up and closed your hands over his own and brought them down over your breasts. He smiled and cupped them appreciatively.

“Lovely. And all mine.” He gave them a rough squeeze. Which almost made you drop the wand you had snuck under the pillow to fetch.

It was now or never.

Firmly clutching your wand in your left hand, your right hand flew out to encircle Lucius’ wrists. You shoved them against the headboard and shouted “Incarcerous!”

Thin cords shot out of the end of your wand and tied themselves around Lucius’ wrists. Securing him tightly to the headboard before he could react. He was now at your mercy.

You stumbled off his lap and stood up to admire your handiwork while you covered yourself with a lace shawl. He wouldn’t be able to escape. His wand was well out of his reach and you weren’t going to release him. Not yet at least.

“Untie. Me. Now. Pet.’ The words came through gritted teeth. You refused to look at his face. It was no doubt red with rage. Lucius was not a submissive man. He needed to dominate and never had he allowed anyone to restrain him.

“Nope! It’s my turn to be in charge.” You giggled innocently. This infuriated him more.

“Not funny. Untie me now and I won’t punish you…as severely.” He tugged violently against his bonds.

“That wouldn’t be very fun now would it, Lucius?” Using his name might’ve been too far. But you couldn’t help yourself. You finally had the upper hand. You knew once you released him from the ropes, he would spank you till your ass burned red, and whatever else he could think up. So you decided to indulge in as much mischief while you were able to.

“Oh, just you wait little girl. You will regret everything you’ve done here tonight.” He snarled.

“I haven’t even started the fun part yet so hold your threats, sir.” You approached the bed again. Twiddling your wand between your fingers.

Lucius glared daggers at you. If looks could kill, you’d definitely be dead right now. You pointed your wand at his feet and restrained them to the corners of the poster bed. He gave a few test tugs and found they had no give. He was left spread eagle on top of the duvet. You smirked as you observed him. A trace of fear crossed his face only momentarily before being replaced again with fury.

“C’mon princess. Be a good girl and untie Daddy. You don’t know what you’re doing. My silly baby doesn’t know how to take charge.”

“That won’t work!” You tried to say it confidently, but your voice wavered. He smirked in triumph. You shook your head and tried to regain your focus. Though you couldn’t deny the small voice inside of you that was begging you to listen to him. You pushed that feeling away and returned your sights back on the cocky man in front of you.

You sat your wand far away from him and returned to your position on his lap.

“That’s a good girl. Go ahead. Remove the ropes.”

“Oh, did you think I came over here to untie you? How mistaken you are Mr. Malfoy.” The smirk fell from his face. He tried to pull at his restraints once again, but it was all in vain.

“Then what?” He spat. His gentle façade faded into unbridled rage.

“What do you mean what?” You ran your fingers down his exposed chest. Enjoying the feel of his firm skin against your fingertips.

“What have you done this for? Restrained me. Surely not to just stroke my chest.”

You tapped your finger against your chin as you pretended to think of a response. His patience was wearing thin, and you planned to push him over the edge. When he opened his mouth, probably to scold you, you cut him off.

“I was thinking a taste of your own medicine. A walk inside my shoes if you will.” You wiggled your brows at him humorously. His face was stone cold.

“Do as you please my pet. Just know, you cannot keep me tied up forever. When you release me, which you’ll have to do, I will make you pay. It could be tonight, or tomorrow, or even days from now. I’ll wait till you least expect it to exact my revenge.”

You tried to shake off the words, but the threat of his wrath weakened your resolve. Maybe you should untie him.

No! You were in too deep. If you untied him now it would have all been for nothing.

You had been dying to make Lucius beg for you for so long. He was always the one in charge. Always the one making you beg for him. To be fair, that was the dynamic you agreed upon when you willingly became Lucius’ pet. Though just this once, you wanted to have some power over the usually calm and collected blonde. Even if he made you regret it for the next several months.

Cold grey eyes followed your every movement. Eager to figure out what you had planned. You didn’t intend to keep him waiting long. Since he was tied up, you had to use magic to remove the last of Lucius’ clothes. When he was finally fully exposed you took your spot in between his legs.

Gliding your hand over his tense thighs, purposefully avoiding the areas he wanted you most. His face gave no signs of interest. He was putting on a brave front. Though his expression remained emotionless, you could tell from his body language that your gentle caresses were working him up. His eyes were pinched shut.

Using this opportunity to catch him off guard, you leaned down to give the smallest of licks across the swollen tip of his length. His eyes flew open, and he bit down hard on his lips.

That wouldn’t do. Lucius was usually pretty quiet while intimate when he wasn’t rattling off sinful sentences in your ear. Tonight, you hoped to change that. You wanted to make him loud as possible.

You ran your tongue from the tip down to the base of his cock. Never lingering long enough to provide any sort of relief.

“Pet, if you do not stop teasing me I-“

“You’ll what? You’re at my mercy Lucius. I’ll do as I please.”

You returned to your ministrations between his legs. Sometimes stopping to nibble on his thigh. Which definitely pissed him off. You decided to push him further. You wrapped your lips only around the tip of his length, which after minutes of teasing felt like heaven to him. The taste of his pre-cum heavy on your tongue.

He hissed at the gentle sucking you started. Never going further than the tip. It was divine torture. You craned your neck up so you could look into his eyes. Something he usually loved to have you do while he choked you with his cock.

He groaned at the eye contact. His head lolled back against the headboard, hands straining against the ropes. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was getting slightly desperate. He didn’t know how much longer he could go before he caved in. He tried bucking his hips unsuccessfully to get you to take him further in your mouth. It only made you dig your nails into his thighs.

When he finally seemed a bit more subdued, you took in more of his length. Bobbing your head up and down slowly. Savoring the feeling. You noticed it was much harder to figure out what to do when Lucius’ hand wasn’t gripping your hair and shoving you up and down on him. He was definitely right when he said you didn’t know how to take charge. But you would die before you admitted that tonight.

Lucius’ fists were clenched. His nails digging so deep into his own hands he was sure he was drawing blood. No doubt he longed to force you down fully onto his cock. Make you gag and choke on him entirely. Especially after your back talk. You decided to offer him some sort of relief and took as much of him down your throat as you could. Using your hands on what you couldn’t.

This earned you a series of moans as a reward. You kept up this pace for some time, only pulling off to catch your breath. He was nearing his climax. You could tell from the rapid rising and falling of his chest. You planned on bringing him right to the edge.

You hollowed your cheeks around him, something you knew he loved, and swirled your tongue around the head of his shaft. A string of swear words left Lucius’ parted lips as he still tried to buck against you. He was so close.

When his thighs tensed again, you pulled off the head with a small pop. He actually whined at the loss of your warm mouth. You darted your tongue out to give a few kitten licks to his tip then pulled back right before he could finish.

Lucius growled. Anger was bubbling inside his chest at your denial of his pleasure. He narrowed his eyes as he watched you stifle your laughs at his frustration.

“You’re going to fucking regret this so badly once I get my hands on you little one. Oh, I’ll make you pay for this.” His threat lacked the domineering tone from earlier. He was losing the battle.

“Are you really threatening the person who you need to help let you come? Tsk tsk Lucius.” His anger faded for a moment but quickly returned. “If you beg for it, I’ll let you come.” He jerked his head to the side and turned up his nose, his jaw clenched. Silently saying he would do no such thing.

“Suit yourself.”

And so you began again, teasing, sucking, biting, and anything else you could do to bring him to the brink of climax. Only to stop right before he tipped over the edge and let pleasure consume him. You weren’t sure how long you edged him, but around the fourth time of being denied his release he began to show signs of giving in.

Sweat glistened on his forehead. His long blonde hair, which was usually so perfectly styled and neat, was sticking up in multiple places. He was also being more and more vocal. More than he had ever been before. Though his eyes still held a determination to beat you.

Finally, after denying him for the eighth time it happened. His pleas sounded like music to your ears.

“Please Y/N.” He said so softly, you almost missed it.

“What was that?”

“PLEASE Y/N” he screamed. “Please let me come. Please. Please. You win. Just please.”

A grin spread across your face. You won. You were happy to oblige and lowered yourself down onto his swollen cock once again. He whimpered at the contact. When he neared the edge again, you looked up into his eyes. He looked terrified. Scared you would deny him his release again.

You considered it for a moment, but immediately shot down the idea. He did what you wanted. He deserved to finish. When he came, he made the most beautiful sounds. His cries of pleasure echoed around your bedroom. The moans made you blush as how obscene they sounded.

Thick hot ropes of come spurted down your throat and you happily swallowed every last drop. Lucius went limp in his bonds after finishing.

•

“Reminiscing about last night are we, pet?”

Your eyes widened. Lucius was running his hand over the snake ornament atop his cane. The rings on his fingers clicking against the metal.

That bastard use legilimency on you!

Your knees suddenly felt incredibly weak. You regretted coming down here. You especially regretted your choice of outfit. Though you knew the latter was redundant. You could’ve worn full body armor and that wouldn’t have stopped Lucius from tearing into you.

Lucius stared at you for several moments, enjoying watching you squirm under his gaze. A knowing smirk on his lips.

“Come here kitten. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He raised his hand in a come-hither motion. You swallowed thickly. Your legs felt like lead.

“I won’t ask again.” He banged his cane on the floor, causing you to jump.

With great difficulty you made your way over to him. Staring down at your feet as you crossed the floor. It felt like walking to the gallows.

What could this man possibly have in store for you?

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Part 2 here

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halfway-happyyy · 3 years

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This piece was inspired by this lovely ask that I received an inexplicably long time ago: Seeing an intense and loving sex scene Alex just shot and it lowkey breaks your heart but you don’t show anything bc you don’t want him to get the wrong idea and think you don’t support him but he can tell you’re upset and now /his/ heart breaks bc he can tell you try SO hard not to break down in front of him all day long so he confronts you about it and you tell him everything and that you’re not angry just very sad and you can’t help it and you’re sorry and he shushes you and sweet sex ensues

fluffy smut ensues- enjoy, friends.

“Hi love,” A crewman on Alexander’s latest film, and the first friendly face she had come across since arriving on set, wrapped a free arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek lovingly. “Alright?” He asked.

“Alright,” She smiled and set her purse down by her feet. “How’ve you been Pete? Busy, I bet.”

Peter shrugged and removed the headset from his ears. “Absolutely. Always. You uh… chose an interesting day to visit us,” He remarked with a quirk of a wildly unkempt eyebrow.

“Oh?” She asked and craned above the heads of the scant crew in search of Alexander. “I was hoping to surprise him…”

Peter cleared his throat and cocked his head to the side, his expression uneasy. “They are about to film their second and final love scene of the shoot.”

She swallowed hard and settled back onto the balls of her feet, her heart thrumming wildly in her chest. Two options suddenly become apparent to her: she could cut and run; blame it on a forgotten zoom meeting, or a lunch date with an old friend in the same city. Alternatively, she could swallow back the nausea rising steadily in her throat and remain rooted to the spot. Both options left little room for pride and her cheeks flamed under that realization, and the burning set lights around her. “Oh, that’s alright.” She smiled, shyly.

“You sure?” Peter asked. “Georgia’s camp have asked for a closed set to maximize privacy, and the entire thing was choreographed this morning, so we’re hoping to squash it in as few takes a possible.”

She appreciated his honesty and the soft, protective tone of his voice immensely, but it did little to quell the nervousness that prickled at her unpleasantly. “Sounds great,” She muttered under her breath.

Someone called out to Peter and he rubbed a hand over the rounded curve of her shoulder, offered her up a reassuring smile. “In any regard, he has been waiting weeks to see you. Cannot stop talking about it. He’ll be over the moon that you’re here.” He offered her one last knowing look before wandering off in the direction of the disembodied voice.

She had known exactly what the script entailed before production on the film had even begun, so this could hardly have been a surprise, and yet inexplicably, she still felt blindsided by it.

She watched Alexander and his co-star enter the set, designed to look like a minimalist bedroom. Laughing and talking easily about something, as if they weren't just about to film a painfully intimate scene. Without warning, the lights around them dimmed almost to nil, and the film’s head spoke into a megaphone.

“Alright guys, here we go. We know what we’re about to be doing, we want total silence, let’s try and get this thing smashed in as few takes as possible, shall we?” A dismal murmur of agreement resounded throughout the crowd as the director counted down and shouted action.

She couldn’t make out what was being said between the two actors, but she watched them approach each other with a familiarity reserved only for two people who had grown to know each other in ways solely attributed to unforgiving hours on a movie set. She watched him approach her, watched a large, sure hand entwine itself into her golden tresses, watched him bend toward her, two pairs of lips locked in a dance only they knew. It was difficult to watch and not imagine the effect it was having on him, but a past conversation swam into her mind's eye, and aided in easing her trepidation the slightest bit.

“It's never how you think it's going to be kid,” He had assured over warming amber beers, in a quiet corner of their favourite pub a year ago. “It’s quite possibly the least sexy aspect of the job. And yes, it is intimate. How could it not be? But there are so many people watching you and- so many of them have differing opinions on how it should be performed…” He sighed, frustrated. “Once I know I'm doing one, I like to try and get it out of the way as soon as possible.” He read the uneasy look on her face like an open book and reached for her hand, squeezing it thrice across the marred wooden tabletop. “It's always been you, kid.”

As his co-star began to undress him, working deft fingers down the front buttons of his shirt, she pulled it away from his shoulders with an unreadable expression etched on her face. Towered above her, Alexander stood motionless as she worked the belt from his jeans, and shimmied the pants from his thighs until he was clad before her in only a pair of boxers. Unexpected laughter between the two of them. Light and airy and utterly unfamiliar, caused waves of nausea to swell in her belly and she forced herself a deep, steadying breath. A brief moment where the two kissed each other again, before he pulled away to begin removing her clothing. Anxiety getting the better of her, she dropped her gaze to the floor and bit down on the hollow of her cheek until she could taste the metallic brine of blood on her tongue. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply again, counting down from eight in her head and trying desperately not to spiral on the spot. When she opened them, it was to the realization that they had fallen into bed together, her slight form tucked in between Alexander's open legs like it was meant to be there since the beginning of everything. Though the actress appeared nude in every sense of the word, she knew better. A thin, flower-shaped piece of beige tape covered each nipple, and she sported a flimsy pair of nude-coloured underwear. Alexander had been no better- a simple, nude tube sock was the only thing shielding his manhood from her and everyone else in the room and the notion of it made her dizzy.

It was obvious now that they had choreographed this scene beforehand. Every kiss, every touch, every moan or groan was exactly how it was supposed to be. And the further she watched, the further her heart edged towards the precipice of shattering. So many emotions. She was surprised the most to feel anger; and not at all at him, but at herself. This was his job. His passion. Something that was as easy and instinctive to him as breathing. It was something that though he denied it staunchly, coursed through his blood and exited his body in waves of raw talent.

But watching him touch the undeniably beautiful woman beneath him in ways similar to how he touched her? And always in the privacy of their own home, shielded from view of anyone and everything else? Unimaginably difficult.

“Alright Georgia, I want you to kind of pepper Alex's chest with kisses as he thrusts once more against you, and as he does that, you are going to orgasm and then he is going to follow suit.”

They did exactly as they were told, and she watched in unbridled agony as the two of them tumbled over the proverbial edge, one right after the other. Sounds of their feigned lovemaking filled every square inch of room and very nearly caused her to leave right then and there. But then, mercifully, someone called cut, and the actress extricated herself from him and the torture ceased.

“Alright, that’s a wrap on today friends. Take care, we'll see you all in a couple of days.”

Releasing a lungful of pent-up air that felt like it had taken years to come to fruition, she watched Alexander wander off the set in search of clothing. Reaching down, she retrieved her purse and stole herself for her big reveal. He had asked her to visit him a couple of weeks ago, but their schedules had hardly meshed and it turned out that this was the only time until the end of the year that she could take her leave from work.

The weighty realization that she had never before needed to work up the courage to speak to him was not lost on her. But somehow, after the wildly pseudo-intimate event in which she had just been privy to- even surrounded by the skeleton crew, a knot of unease wound itself tight in the pit of her belly. It hindered her from approaching him directly, so she stood back while he finished speaking with a crew member, her gaze downcast, thoughts spiraling.

“Kid?”

Her nickname- one that had been bestowed upon her the night they first crossed paths, roused her from her anxious reverie and she offered him a meager smile. “Hi, Alex…”

He rushed toward her without hesitation, throwing his long arms around her in an embrace that her body had been craving for weeks. He smelled exactly how she had remembered leaving him, only with a subtle hint of something else- some other foreign flowery scent and instinctively, she reeled back from him, gaze weary.

“God, it's good to hold you again.” He pulled away from her to hold her at arm’s length; could sense the apprehension rolling from her in waves and he frowned. “Did you just get here?”

She swallowed the sizeable lump rising in her throat. “Uh, about an hour ago.”

Realization sunk in behind his eyes; she could see it in the way that the glitter in his blue orbs dulled, and he sighed heavily. “Kid- I had no idea you were coming-

“It was a surprise, Alex.”

He reached another arm around her, pressed his lips to the top of her head in a gentle kiss. “I'm over the moon about it, honestly.” He pulled back from her to caress a hand to her cheek. “I'm just going to grab a few things and then we can head out, okay?”

She could feel the biting sting of looming tears behind her eyes, the words too heavy in the hollow of her throat, so she offered him a nod instead.

Their journey home- a beautiful, rented apartment in West London had been quiet save for the cacophony of masses of passerby. Random pieces of conversations in a myriad of accents, music from someone’s portable sound system, all helped to distract her from the thoughts swirling in her brain. Sitting next to him on the tube, she could feel the familiar warmth radiating from him in waves, and that seemed to abate the anxiety somewhat. Large fingers clasped together on his lap; he was staring at something unseen on the subway floor. The urge to say anything had been palpable minutes ago, but when she went to open her mouth, the precise words eluded her.

“Our stop’s next, kid.”

He rose from the seat ahead of her, offering his hand which she accepted gratefully. As the train trundled to a halt, a voice boomed loud on the speaker above them, but she could not make out what was relayed and then the doors opened for them, fresh air greeting the pair of them like old friends. She had visited England enough times now to know the feeling of an imminent rainfall; the dense moisture that pervaded every square inch of space around them and made her long for a cozy sweater, or blanket.

They walked in silence for about five minutes before the wrought-iron railing of their apartment became visible, and another heap of invisible weight dissipated from her at the notion that she would be in the comfort and warmth of their own space soon. Alexander fit the key into the lock, and opened the door for them, allowed her to wander inside first. Arriving earlier that morning, she had tried to make the space as cozy as she could before she left for the film studio, knowing that he would be spending at least another two months there during post-production. Alexander tossed the keys onto the wooden shelf in the front foyer, kicking his beloved desert boots off with a dull thud. Peeling the blue and grey plaid coat from his body, he hung that up in the front closet and reached for the coat that she had just shed, doing the same. Eyeing her in the fragmented light filtering in through the stained-glass window at the top of the front door, his expression was unreadable.

“I think we should talk about earlier this afternoon, kid.”

Instinctively, she rubbed a hand over her bare arm to ward off the chill that had finally settled itself into her bones and shook her head. “It’s not necessary, Alex.”

He clicked his tongue, gave his head a slight shake. “Don’t do that, kid. It obviously upset you, and I don’t blame you for that at all, but we should talk about it.”

“What is there to talk about, Alex?” She asked, her tone regrettably biting. “What you do in the confines of a film studio- on set, that’s your job. None of it concerns me.”

He sighed heavily. “If I had known you were coming, I could have asked to postpone the scene for a few days…”

“You weren’t supposed to know I was coming. That was the whole point...” Sensing that she was treading treacherous waters, she tried to switch tactics. “I’m fried from the flight in, I haven’t eaten much at all today- all of which resulted in a grotesque culmination of emotions, and I’m over it now.”

She viewed his 6’4” figure stood in the front hallway before her, large hands tucked into the front pockets of his blue jeans. He was sporting socks that she had purchased him for Christmas last year and the mere sight of them caused the lump that had dissipated a while ago to resurface in the hollow of her throat.

“Please, just talk to me.”

Anger evaded his tone- it brimmed instead with a gentle desperation, the resonance of it caused her heart to splinter a little deeper than it already was.

Words thick at the back of her throat, she leveled her gaze with his. “It hurt, Alex.”

There it was.

“It hurt to watch you be so intimate with someone else- to watch her touch you in ways reserved only for my hands, and my fingers, and my lips…” Flames fanned from anger and shame licked at her throat, and god damnit, she could feel the impending threat of tears again. Swallowing hard, she shrugged her shoulders. “And it sounds so much like jealousy but it’s not. It goes deeper than that,” She trailed off, voice breaking, as she lifted her gaze to Alexander’s. “I need you to know that I love you, and that I’ll support you in every single endeavor. But it just gets difficult sometimes…”

His cerulean gaze downcast, he chewed anxiously at the edge of his bottom lip as he mulled over what to say. When he finally glanced up at her, saltwater glittered in the depths of his own eyes and he allowed himself a deep breath before continuing. “I’m sorry, kid.”

She could hear the fragility in his voice now, how close it was to shattering completely and, in that moment, she launched herself into his arms. The urge to feel him on her, raw and utterly overwhelming. A secure arm around her waist, an impossibly warm hand at the back of her head, he held her to him like it was the last time he would ever have the opportunity. They stood embraced like that for an unknowable amount of time, and when he pulled away, it was to take hold of her hand and lead her down the hallway to the washroom. Once there, he flicked on the light which bathed the room in a pale-yellow glow and turned to her.

“Arms up,” He murmured, softly.

Doing as she was told, she raised her arms for him and held her breath as he pulled the t shirt from her body, tossing it into the wicker hamper next to the sink. He placed warm kisses over the delicate line of her collarbone, as he undid the zipper on her jeans and shimmied the useless material from her legs. She held onto his shoulders for support as he reached around her to unclasp her bra, letting the flimsy material fall to the glossy, tiled loor beneath them. Gentle lips kissed the soft skin of her shoulder blade as he hooked two fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her legs, which she kicked off to the side. Standing back, she watched him rid himself of his own clothing in unconcealed awe, her hungry gaze raking over the definition in his chest, and at the taut, sun-kissed skin that rippled over chiseled muscles. He never failed to take her breath away.

They entered the shower together; a violent shiver wracked her body as she waited for the water to turn hot. Watching him from the far wall, she suddenly wanted him. She could feel a strong desire in the pit of her belly- where anger recently burned red-hot there, it had been replaced with a sheer need to have every inch of him make up for the hollow emptiness she had felt hours earlier.

He dipped his head beneath the steaming stream of water and beckoned her toward him. “Come here, kid.”

She walked into his open arms, wrapped her own around his frame and nestled her head against the part of his chest where she could feel the rhythmic beating of his heart against her cheek. His embrace, and the blissfully warm water rolling down her back was a healing salve for her soul and she could feel her anxiety dissipate with each passing minute they stood there. He gathered the wet hair from her shoulder in his hand and dropped it behind her back to press a series of scorching kisses up the side of her neck to her earlobe. Reaching for the shampoo bottle on the ledge, he poured a heap of the opaque liquid into the palm of his hand and began to massage it into her hair with skilled fingers. He worked it into a lather and pulled her back under the water to rinse it out, the subtly perfumed suds cascading freely down her back. Next, he worked the conditioner into her hair, and while that sat, he poured bodywash onto a sponge and began to wash her with a delicacy she was rarely privy to. She held onto him for support as he passed the soft sponge over the sensitive parts of her body, beneath her arms, the hollow crooks in the back of her knees, the soles of her feet. When he was satisfied with his work, he pulled her back under the the warm water to rinse the soap from her body and the conditioner from her hair. She was contentedly sleepy under the steady warmth; her eyelids heavy as she watched him cleanse himself of the day in which they had both endured. When he was finished, he held her in his arms again. She could feel the familiar pressure of his erection against her thigh, how it swelled harder the longer they remained embraced.

“I want you, Alex.” She murmured, earnestly.

A deep inhalation, she could feel him nod against her. Guiding her out of the stream of water, he positioned her up against the heated stones of the shower wall. She braced her arms above her, could feel him line himself up at her soaking entrance. Placing tender kisses down the ridges of her spine, he paid special attention to certain spots on her back that nearly made her sing out for him. One final kiss, and he pushed himself inside of her, reveling in her all-consuming heat. Dropping his forehead to the middle of her back, he stayed where he was for a moment to give her time to adjust to his size.

This was what she had been after from the very beginning; the sensation of him buried to the hilt inside of her, the delicious fullness of him, nearly brought a fresh batch of tears to her eyes. “So good, Alex…” She gasped.

He nodded against her; all forms of speech eluded him as he pulled back from her all-encompassing heat only to re-enter at an agonizingly slow pace. He grasped onto her hips as he found a steady tempo for himself, his fingernails digging miniscule crescent moons in her soft flesh.

“God, I’ve missed this.” He groaned, breathlessly.

Freeing a hand from her hip to snake it down to her sex, he pressed a skilled fingertip into her swollen clit, rubbing tantalizing circles into it. She raked her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it to keep from crying out, causing Alexander to nip at the nape of her neck in mild disapproval.

“None of that, kid. I can tell how good I’m making you feel- but I want to hear it, and I certainly don’t want you to be quiet about it.” Always in constant awe of the sheer, physical affect that his words had on her body, she could feel the familiar unravelling of pressure in the pit of her belly and she arched her back against him to glean more pleasure. “Fuck, you feel amazing…”

A telltale sign of a man nearing the edge, his thrusts had started to grow sloppy, and she clenched around him to help spur his orgasm on.

“Fuck, Alex,” She warned in a hushed tone.

He groaned against her and applied harder pressure to her clit as she stilled against him, mouth parted and slack as a pleasure-induced white-hot lightning bolt coursed through her entire body. She imagined that she could feel it from the tips of her toes to the hair follicles on her head, and she trembled violently against him as her orgasm loomed tantalizingly out of reach.

“That’s it, baby…” He coaxed, gently. “Come all over this cock, hm?”

She froze against him, a single sound worked its way up her throat and exited her mouth in the form of a broken scream, as she tumbled over the edge, her orgasm immediate and intense. Clenching around his cock unintentionally as she unwound from her high, her muscle contractions caused him to drop his head to her back as he too began to unravel above her.

Fingernails marring the soft flesh of her hips and ribs, he stilled against her and with a strangled cry, came into her in thick, warm spurts. She had been after this sensation as well if she were honest. The satisfying feeling of being filled with every ounce of come he had to give her, could never be replicated. Peppering a couple more kisses to her damp back, he reluctantly pulled from away her to marvel at his come as it dripped from her core and slid down her inner thigh.

“Beautiful,” He murmured more to himself than to anyone else.

She stood where she was, braced against the wall for support while she tried to regulate her laboured breathing. Exiting the shower, she relieved herself, and wrapped a towel around her frame to dry off. Padding over to the expansive window adjacent to the made bed, she peered out over a darkening London. Raindrops raced each other in misshapen lines down the glass panes, and she found that she was grateful for the current weather. Alexander approached her from behind, wrapping her in his arms around her waist, chin resting easily in the crook of her shoulder blade.

“London is a lot more breathtaking with you in it.”

His stubble tickled her neck and she smiled to herself. “I bet you say that to all the pretty girls.”

A subtle grumble, he turned her around so that she was facing him. Still entirely naked, he held her chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. Her gaze traversed the cutting line of his jaw, his lips, his defined nose, his sparkling cerulean orbs which glittered brilliantly as he stared at her. No smile was offered up, but the delicate creases next to his eyes deepened as he spoke. “Just you, kid.”

He brushed the calloused pad of his thumb over her flushed cheek.

“Yesterday, today, tomorrow.”

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Alright. Let me say something though. All of you thought on kid Kai. But takes this: BABY KAI :O!!!! If is not a bother I would like a scenario of that x3 just Kai being hitted by a baby quirk and he is like those grumpy babies who are fussy over on someone else's hold BUT on his S/o he is a quiet and kinda cute(???), just him searching for her nose and touching her while muttering some incoherents words and OH GOSH SO CUTE-

Oh well seems like much of you like to see kid kai now this is about babies? Alright then

Your eyes were wide open, the same went for your poor jaw that seemed like it was going to break at any second as you shamelessly pointed at Mimic holding a squirming baby away from him as Kurono pinched his jaw and winced when he wiped a drool of blood coming out of it.

"Don't ask." Mimic muttered as he winced at another one of the baby's whimpers.

"How?!" You accidentaly screamed and the two man winced a bit as Mimic yelled 'What the fuck did I just say?!' Before cursing out loud when the baby bites his hand.

"Quirks (Y/n). Quirks." Kurono hissed before furrowing his eyebrows at the toddler on Mimic's arms whose was persistent as ever to not lose a fight "The boss's from the another yakusa had a brat on their own, and the kid developed her quirk a week ago aparently and thought it would be funny to use on Chisaki, and well.."

"There. A brat." Mimic completed while almost dropping Chisaki on the ground when he shriek again.

"Please tell me this isn't permanent..." you whispered in awe, your words not exactly connecting with the way you stared at the baby version of Chisaki, squirming and fighting still on Mimic's grip with the most grumpy and cute look and pout you ever saw.

"Hold still brat!" Mimic hissed out loud and Kai seemed to stop immediately at that "You might be my boss but for fuck's sake!"

A sniffle or two was enough for all of the room to shut up immediately. Even Chrono widened his eyes and seemed at panick.

After all, the only one on the yakusa who had even a vague experience with toddlers and babies was Pops. And well... no one was ever going to interrupt the old man's resting neither receive a scolding.

The sniffles were getting more frequent but even as a baby, Kai seemed to at least hold back the tears stubbornly as the three adults panicked.

"BLoCk HeAd Do SomEthINg!!!!" Mimic shouted in despair as Chrono looked at him with wide grey eyes.

"Do I look like I know what to do?!"

"YoU ArE hIs ChIldHooD FucKinG FriEnD BitCh-!"

"Stop yelling! Thiis is not helping the slightest!" You tried to calm them both down but the sounds of sniffles lowered a bit and the three of you also quiet down to look at the golden eyed toddler who had locked his gaze at you.

"Chisaki?" Kurono muttered as Irinaka shook him a bit up and down before using out Chrono for punching him on the back of his head.

You finally payed attention to the baby version of him. The clothes he was wearing aparently had also decreased, and you had to admit that the small yet a little too big purple feathered jacket on Kai was just too cute to handle.

"Seems to like you." Chrono muttered more in sarcasm before widening his eyes when Kai WHINED and made grabby hands at you.

"Welp, all yours!." Mimic suddenly handed Kai to you without even sparing your poor self to understand what was going on. Both of you and Chrono stiffed your bodies in fear of anything to happen; but instead Kai just fisted his tiny hands on your clothing and looked at you, not even moving around like he was one second ago on Mimic's grip.

"My would you look at that." Hari said in sarcasm but also a hint of amusement as crossing his arms and staring at you both with a half smirk.

"My break time fuckers. Good luck" Mimic sighed, walking around and mumbling how much he needed a coffee.

"So... what do I do now?" You asked in despair before tensing when you felt the brush of Kai's little fingers on your collarbone.

"Have no idea. Let's just wait until the effect goes away I guess." Hari took a couple of steps towards you and Kai growled cutely and you almost let out a coo pf how adorable he sounded "But let's evit Pops with him like this, just for his own pride to not get hurted, right pal?" He smirked at how the baby glared at him and clinged to your neck.

"Okay... but-oh!" You noticed how Kai was now looking at you and holding out his two hands in both of your cheeks with a quizzical look on his baby face, like he was analyzing it.

"Kurono-kun what do I do?" You whispered and glared at the white haired man when he snorted and smirked.

Giggles left both of you CHOCKED, especially when you looked at your front and saw a smiley baby Kai whose was with one hand in your cheek and the other one in your nose.

"Whaaaaaaaa??????" You said in a goofy open smile as Chrono rubbed his eyes to see if he hasn't gotten crazy or anything related.

"And here I thought that he was just born being an ass would you look at that." He smirked as you giggle along with the baby in your arms.

A whole evening passed and now you an sleeping baby Kai on your lap, cuddled up on your chest as you ran your fi gers through his dark brow looks and chubby face.

"The boss from the other yakusa said that the effect will be gone in one or two hours." Kurono sighed from the other couch as he dropped his cellphone on his side "At least with you he got quiet."

'And I got finally the baby pictures I always wanted of him!' You thought in eargness as you took one more of Kai on that position he was.

He was going to kill you... at least you would die in happiness.

"Well would you look at that." A voice shook you and Kurono, the said man cursing to himself as he saw Pops smirking at the sign of you and Kai on the couch.

"Oh well, I tried to save your dignity Kai." The man muttered as the baby tilted his head with sleepy eyes before sighing and nuzzling on your chest again.

"I will give you one more warning." Kai growled threateningly as he caged you on the hall, golden eyes staring down at you in pure anger but his ears flushed red in embarrassment due to the events of yesterday.

"I swear I have no more." You lied as Kai growled.

"Dont you dare lie to my face (L/n) (Y/n)."

"You know? You were much more giggly as a baby." His right eye twitched and went to punch the wall if it wasn't for your quick movement of lowering his mask down and kissing him. Catching the man by surprise before running off laughing at your victory.

"I swear to god come back here this instant-!"

"Kai my boy gotta say, now the album I have of you is complete" the elder said in a glorious tone as he took one last look at the photos on his hands as he passed by.

While Chisaki was this close to smashing his face on a wall.

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deliasbabe · 4 years

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I’m With You- Venable x OC

Alright, so here’s the Lilac!Venable Kid Fic someone requested! I don’t know how y’all will feel about it, so any feedback would be very much appreciated! Also, if you are interested in me continuing this, let me know! Fic inspired by the song “I’m with you” by Avril Lavigne.

Words: 3,179

Warnings: None really, slight angst? Shithead kids?

Venable hadn’t ever considered herself a very observant person. Sure, she was meticulous in her work, leaving no detail unfinished. But for life in general, the small things tended to slip by, not that she cared. Her time was too precious to be distracted by menial things, and even the idea of “people watching” made the woman’s skin crawl. You didn’t have to study the human race to know they were a bunch of idiots, Wilhelmina dealt with them on a daily basis. She probably wouldn’t have even noticed the girl sitting on the bench, but after more than a few passing glances, the woman realized she had seen the same girl practically every day for months, and she couldn’t help but be a little intrigued.

It didn’t help that she had a perfect view of said bench from her office window, and she found herself staring at the girl more and more as the days passed, wondering what exactly she was doing. Sure, the office was in LA, but it was a secluded area with little to no foot traffic. Venable wondered if maybe she was waiting for the bus, but after a few days the woman realized that wasn’t the case. She never met with anyone, never talked to anyone, she just sat quietly. Some days she would have a book to read, other days she would eat some chips or a small snack. But more often than not, she would have nothing, not even a backpack or a phone. Venable wanted to find it annoying, just sitting around all day doing nothing, taking up what could be valuable space, but it wasn’t like she was being a nuisance. She kept to herself and didn’t bother anyone, didn’t cause a scene, the only annoying thing was that Venable couldn’t stop watching her. So maybe Venable could find her annoying, her mere presence being the nuisance.

But after a few days with no sight of the girl, Venable found her absence to be more of a distraction. She found herself to be glancing out the window more than usual, completely falling behind on a huge project Jeff and Mutt had assigned her to. She was always ahead of the game, always beyond punctual, and it infuriated her that this stranger had woven her way into the women’s head. Was she alright? Did something happen? Where did she go?

After a week, Venable started to believe she imagined the whole thing, after all, the girl should have been in school, but Jeff and Mutt had also mentioned not seeing her, although they made sure to comment that if she wasn’t so young they would totally bang her, which just made the woman roll her eyes and scoff. The boys were so focused on physical appearance they didn’t see what she did, didn’t recognize the signs she knew all too well. Venable only ever saw her in three different outfits, and most of the time her clothes were speckled in what the woman assumed was dirt and other various substances. Her blonde hair was often dirty and in desperate need of a trim, and she didn’t have the usual wide eyed gaze of a child who was properly cared for. Her blue eyes were dim, glazed over, empty, which meant either she was homeless or viewed as an afterthought, much like Mina was growing up in the system. Maybe that was why she took an interest, because she understood it, or felt some sense of camaraderie.

One rainy Friday night, Venable stayed late in order to get some work done for the quickly approaching deadline. She stared at the blue tinted screen in front of her until the sun had set and her head hurt, her eyes straining as she tried to finish as quickly as possible. Eventually, she paused and ripped open her desk drawer, searching through it until she found an aspirin bottle, the pounding in her head becoming too much to bear. She glanced out the window as she sipped on her bottle of water, spotting the girl once again taking residence on the dripping bench. “Idiot…” She mumbled to herself, shaking her head disapprovingly. Sure, it wasn’t pouring anymore, the rain reduced to a light yet annoying drizzle, but only a fool would choose to sit outside during it, drenching her clothes and giving herself a cold in the process. But when it dawned on the woman once again that maybe the girl didn’t have a choice, she glanced away and refocused on her work, not wanting to entertain the idea any further. After all, even sitting underneath an overpass was a smarter choice than sitting in the open air.

Still, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing up as the rain fluctuated between a sprinkle and a downpour, seeing the girl never move, not even an inch. At a quarter to 10, she finally gave up on her duties, begrudgingly leaving them for another day, and called for a car. She wasn’t one to give up on work, there were numerous times she stayed until 2am and toyed with her spreadsheets until they were absolutely pristine, but the rain had seemed to calm, and she wasn’t quite sure how long it would last. She was smart enough to actually plan her time so she wouldn’t be caught in the looming flood, unlike someone she knew, or at least knew of.

She grabbed her things, cane in one hand and an umbrella in the other, her bag slung over her shoulder, and walked toward the doors, locking them behind her and praying her moron of a driver was timely for once. She was careful as she stepped onto the slick pavement, taking small, light steps in order to keep her footing steady, the last thing she needed was to slip and ruin her freshly dry cleaned suit. Heels were a poor choice of footwear, given that she needed her cane in order to balance, but Venable wanted to look immaculate at all times and it usually didn’t cause much of an issue, at least not until that night.

Once she made it to the curb she stood regally, umbrella perched over her shoulder, and she glanced over at the girl momentarily, mostly just to see if she even noticed her presence, but she didn’t seem to, she just stared down the street as if she were alone. It wasn’t like Venable wanted to hold a conversation, and she felt a sense of relief that the girl wasn’t staring at her, but she also was intrigued, briefly wondering if it was something she was conditioned to do, or maybe she just didn’t want to chance any form of interaction.

The woman was drawn out of her thoughts by the sound of some rambunctious boys walking towards her, hollering like it wasn’t the middle of the night, snapping her glaring gaze over to them and giving a fiery stare. Why did teenage boys, or boys in general, always have to be so obnoxious, like they had to make their presence known at all times, like they needed the attention? It probably was because they did need the attention, felt like they deserved to take up residence in everyone’s minds at any given moment, and the woman rolled her eyes at the thought.

“What are you staring at, hag?” One of the boys said, catching her stare and shifting their direction toward her, the rest following like a pack of wolves.

Venable smirked, “Not much, apparently.”

“Oh, you think you’re funny, huh?” One of the boys said, marching right in front of her and towering over her like he was some sort of god, the rest circling around her. Venable didn’t break her stare, refusing to be intimidated by a bunch of shithead teenagers who probably couldn’t form an intelligent thought if they tried, but it only seemed to egg the boys on, and one was quick to snatch her cane out of her grasp, making her stumble slightly, “How about now?” The boy swung her cane in front over her, tempting her to grab for it, hoping the action would make her fall, but she knew better and stayed put, “You want this back? Apologize.”

The woman laughed, picturing the million ways she could take her revenge and dispose of their bodies, “For what? For recognizing the societal failures you all are?”

The boy in front of her narrowed his eyes, a grin overtaking his features, “So no apology, huh? Ok, have it your way. Give us your money and we’ll give you this crap stick back. How does that sound? Pretty fair, wouldn’t ya say?”

Before Venable could even respond, could even tell them they wouldn’t ever get shit from her, the boy was shoved to the ground, the cane ripped from his grasp. “What the fuck?” He yelled, the rest of the boys quickly moving to help him up.

Venable locked her eyes on the girl, cane in the teenager’s hand like she was ready to swing, the assistants jaw clenching. “Get the fuck out of here.” The girl bit, her eyes blazing. She didn’t even look at Venable, her eyes laser focused as the boy stood and moved towards her.

“That’s ours, give it back.” The boy said, reaching for it as the girl reared the cane behind her and twisted her arm so it was palm up, seconds away from smashing it on the idiot’s head.

“Go find some kids to steal candy from. That’s more in your league than robbery.” The girl said, bouncing the cane as if it was going to give her more momentum, “You heard me, scram!”

“Little bitch.” The boy muttered, looking back at his friends and motioning them to go on, seemingly deciding this wasn’t a battle worth fighting, “Let’s go.”

The girl turned and watched them as they walked away, holding the cane behind her with an open palm like it was a relay stick so Venable could grab it, waiting until the cane was out of her grasp and firmly situated in the woman’s hand before turning back to her. “Are you ok?” She asked, although there wasn’t any softness in her voice, not an ounce of pity.

Still, Venable clenched her jaw. “I’m fine.” She said coldly, expecting a look of offense to wash over the girls features, but it didn’t, she just gave a curt nod and retook her position on the bench. Venable sat brooding for a moment, feeling the need to dig into the girl and rip her apart. She didn’t ask for help; she didn’t need help. She wasn’t weak, the child should have minded her own business and not meddled, and the woman would be damned before she said thank you. “Isn’t it too late for someone your age to be out?” Venable asked harshly, catching the girls attention after a short period of silence.

Her tone didn’t seem to faze the girl, she just shrugged her shoulders, “Probably.”

“Are you waiting for someone?” Venable asked, the harshness dissipating once she didn’t get the reaction she had hoped for.

“No.” The girl said quietly.

“Don’t you think that your parents are going to be upset at your meandering after dark?” Venable asked snidely, trying to provoke some sort of reaction from the girl that wasn’t painfully neutral.

“They aren’t my parents and they don’t care. The less I’m in that house, the better.” The girl said matter of factly.

Venable let out a huff, frustrated with herself for identifying with the girl, seeing herself reflected back as an almost mirror image. She hated that she felt sorry for her, because no one ever felt sorry for the assistant. No one pitied her situation, no one ever understood, but Mina understood this girl, her frustrations, her isolation, and she didn’t know how to handle it. She wasn’t a woman who was particularly empathetic, but she knew this pain, and she hated that she felt it, wanting to do anything to destroy any bond she might be forming with this wet, stray dog of a child. “You know loitering is a crime.” Venable said shortly, hoping it would scare the girl into walking away, but it didn’t even make the girl squirm.

“Sidewalks are public space and the bus stop is right there.” The girl stated, throwing her gaze towards the sign a few feet to her right.

“But you aren’t waiting for a bus. You’ve been here all day.” Venable fired back, although she did have to admit that she was impressed by the girls planning. The bus stop was an easy out, and she could easily deny that she knew the bus wasn’t running at these hours.

“Are you going to call the cops on me?” The girl asked bluntly, looking the woman in the eye.

Venable pursed her lips, sitting quietly for a moment, which told the girl her answer was no. To most, the girl’s bluntness and confidence would be seen as some sort of defiance, but strangely, Venable liked it. There wasn’t a hint of condescension in her tone, she wasn’t trying to suck up to the women, she was just to the point with her answers instead of tiptoeing around them to sound polite. “What is your name?” Venable asked, now purely out of her own interest, although the realization that she was interested confused her. This was the very thing she hated, and there she was, actively pursuing it.

“Charlie.” The girl said.

Venable couldn’t stop herself from snorting, “Charlie?”

The girl raised one eyebrow, a smirk on her lips. “Do I look like a Charlotte to you?” She asked sarcastically.

Venable nodded slightly, glancing away as she fidgeted a bit and flexed her hand on her cane, uncomfortable with the fact that she was so comfortable. She understood the sentiment behind the question, the idea that the girl didn’t live up to her name, that she wasn’t who a Charlotte should be. It was the very reason why Wilhelmina went by her last name, her first name seemed too regal and perfect for what she was, disabled and alone, imperfect in every way. It was why she was so focused on her appearance, why she dressed in purple every single day, fighting to make herself believe that even for a second, that she deserved the name, that she embodied it.

She shifted uncomfortably, hating the slight warmth she felt making its home in her veins, a sort of affection she had never felt previously, an affection for this girl. Venable had never really liked children, she always saw them as weak, naïve, but this girl wasn’t, or at least she didn’t seem to be. She wore the same mask Mina did, the detached persona, borderline robotic, but the woman knew there was more beyond the surface, a whole array of the very human emotions Mina herself tried to burry, ones the woman wanted to drag out and view, despite her best attempts at keeping distance. The idea of taking the girl home briefly flashed in her mind, but she pushed it out, clenching her jaw as if the sheer force of it would keep her in line. Did she really think she could help this girl? Wilhelmina was just as damaged as she was, probably more so. She couldn’t help her, the girl had to help herself, just like the woman failed to do. Venable wasn’t the nurturing type, and nurturing was exactly what the girl needed, something she couldn’t provide even if she wanted to. All Mina needed was for her damn driver to show up so she could leave and keep herself from making a horrible mistake.

“You’re Venable, right?” Charlotte asked, the first question she had dared pose to the woman.

Venable gave a small nod, now thoroughly intrigued, “Wilhelmina. How did you know that?”

“The idiot coconut heads never shut up about you.” Charlotte laughed, Venable smirking at the nickname, “You know it’s amazing they’ve made it this long? God help whoever decided they were capable of running their own company. Someone has to be helping them keep their shit together, and you seem to fit the bill.”

Venable gave another smirk, arching an eyebrow, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“That’s not flattery, it’s a statement.” Charlie said, glancing away before looking back, “I don’t flatter anyone.”

Venable gave a nod before the air was silent once again, the slight sprinkling of rain progressing into a drizzle, the woman letting out a scoff at her driver’s inability to be even remotely prompt.

“You could wait inside.” Charlotte stated, watching the woman roll her eyes and move to shield herself with more of her umbrella.

“I wouldn’t have to if my employees would do their damn job. Idiots, all of them.” Venable spit.

Charlotte smirked, “Are you going to call him a miserable excuse for a human again?”

Venable looked over at the girl, the shock written on her face, but only for a moment before she set her face and pursed her lips, “Am I that predictable?”

Charlotte gave a shrug, “Everyone is. Everyone has a pattern; you just have to pay enough attention to notice.”

Venable gave the girl a stern once over, “And I’m assuming you believe I’m being harsh?” It wasn’t like she actually valued the girl’s opinion, like it would change a single thing about her or her actions, it was more a test to see how blunt the girl would be.

Charlotte gave another shrug, “You just want people to be competent, that’s not a bad thing. Someone has to have the balls to call people out, be the villain, otherwise you’re just enabling and contributing to the problem.”

“Or maybe I’m just cruel.” Venable said, almost as if she was trying to play devil’s advocate, arching an eyebrow at the girl and a slight smirk forming on her lips.

Charlotte creased her eyebrows, thinking for a moment before she glanced away, “Sometimes the cruelest people have the best intentions.”

Venable wanted to ask what she meant by that, her mouth opening to pose the question when she spotted headlights in the foggy distance, pursing her lips and letting out a frustrated sigh. The car pulled up, the woman stepping towards it and opening the door before freezing in her place. Every rational bone in her body was screaming for her to just get in, but when she spared one more glance at the teenager, the words were flying out of her mouth before she could stop them, instant regret hitting her taste buds.

“Charlotte, get in the car.” She said, catching the girl’s attention as Charlotte looked at her inquisitively.

“What?” she asked, her brain taking a few moments to register the words before she shook her head, “No, I don’t even know you.”

The woman clenched her jaw, furious that her own stupid heart betrayed her, that it was winning over her very rational mind, “Charlotte, it’s raining, and I won’t ask again. Get in the car.”

#I kind of am into this concept?#I'm here for soft Venable 100%#part 2 is being drafted if anyone wants it #wilhemina venable x reader #wilhelmina venable #wilhemina venable #ahs imagine #ahs apocalypse #AHS #ahs fanfiction #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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timetravelassasin · 4 years

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Happy Christmas!

Summary: Its your first time spending Christmas with the Weasleys and the Golden Trio.

A/n: Happy Christmas everyone here is my gift to all of you. I hope you enjoy it!

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"Just bring your beautiful self there is no need to bring gifts," Fred's Patronus said as you sat up on your bed.

The twins had decided to invite you to their family Christmas dinner and you were nervous since it was your first Christmas with them. You had already met the entire Weasley family and the Golden trio with you being Fred's significant other.

"But I already got everyone something," you pouted taking a look at the bag of gifts next to your dresser.

A sigh left your lips before getting up and getting ready. Changing into some black skinny jeans and a sweater that Molly had done for you. You made sure to secure your Santa Hat that you found in muggle London.

"Alright wand secured and bag of gifts great then let's head out," you mumbled before walking out of your flat.

You aparated to the Burrow and double checked yourself. Your hat still in place and your hair stayed tied to the side. The walk to the front door felt like forever. The door flew open once you arrived to it. Fred stood standing at the door.

"You're here great," he said happily pulling you into the house.

"Y/N I told you you didn't need to being gifts," Fred said taking the bag.

"I know but I couldn't help it," you said covering your face.

"And that is why I adore you so much," Fred said wrapping you up.

"Freddy let her go I wanna hug her too," George said.

"No she is mine," Fred said pulling me to the side.

"Fred come on let me go say hi to Molly," you chuckled getting away from him.

After managing to escape Fred's grasp you went around handing gifts and greeting everyone. They were all happy to see you again and loved the gifts. You recieved a few of your own. The Christmas tree was decorated with homemade ornaments and tinsel. Lights covered the tree and most of the living room. The warmth of the fireplace kept the house warm while snow fell outside.

"Y/n we are all so happy to have you join is," Molly said happily pulling you to the kitchen.

"I'm happy to be here. I'm glad Fred invited me over. My family is all separated and didn't really have a clue where to spend it," you said as you helped her set the table.

"You are more than welcome to visit. It is no problem for us. I honestly love it when you come over the boys seem to behave with you around," she smiled setting the Turkey on the table.

"Y/n, can you join us in our snowball fight after dinner," Ginny asked wondering.

"Of course, I'll even be on your team," you said as you set the last dish down.

"Ginny call everyone down dinner is ready," Molly said.

Right when Molly had said dinner was ready everyone came rushing in and taking a seat at the table. Fred and George took a seat on either side of you and served you food.

"Y/n where would you like to take a trip to next," Fred asked pouring you a glass of butterbeer.

"Hm, how about Italy or Rome," You mentioned as you began to eat.

"Alright, we can take it in 2 weeks time," Fred said.

I hummed at the sweet taste of Molly's cooking. Everyone ate happily and enjoyed the dinner. Once the table was cleared and the dishes were cleaned everyone made their way outside. Molly busied herself making hot chocolate while the others were outside. You decided to stay in and help her. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and a small velvet box placed in front of you on the table.

"What's this," you asked with a smile.

"You're Christmas gift from me," Fred said as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

You opened the box to find a star shaped diamond ring with smaller star shaped diamonds surrounding it.

"Will you marry me and become my better half besides Georgie," he asked slipping the ring out of the box.

"Yes," you answered before turning to smash your lips to his.

He chuckled before pulling away and slipping the ring in your finger. You heard squealing behind you to see Molly smiling happily and in tears.

"Oh Molly don't cry," you chuckled as you went to hug her.

"It was about time he proposed to you," she smiled hugging you close.

"Come on Fred, Y/N we are about to start," Ginny called out.

Forts were made of snow and snowballs covered the back of each one. Ginny and Hermione pulled me to their side with Harry. Fred, George and Ron took the other side.

"If I win I get to choose the wedding cake," Fred yelled.

"If I win you have to wear what I say at the wedding," you smirked.

"What," everyone yelled except Molly.

"Happy Christmas we are getting married," you and Fred yelled as you thru a snowball at each other.

Fred ended up winning the fight leaving you to pray he doesn't choose a weird wedding cake. Everyone was happy and congratulated the both of you. You had to admit the Weasleys were one of your favorite Families.

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #TimeTravelAssasin Fics

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neganandblake · 5 years

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 191 - The Department Store

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

MASTERLIST

Chapter 190 - The Department Store

[Negan and Blake investigate an abandoned department store.]

The department store, as predicted, had been heavily looted, and even the store's large window fronts had long been smashed and what was left of the display contents gone.

Blake knew, of course, that that did not really bode well for what was inside the rest of the store. But living out on the road for so long in the years before arriving at Alexandria and The Sanctuary, the blonde knew to not leave any stone unturned.

"Careful, Peaches, watch that damn glass right there," Negan hummed, his arm sliding around Blake's waist and tugging her away from a particular sharp shard of broken glass, as the pair of them eased their way inside.

Blake peered around, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, her gaze filtering across the remains of what was once, probably a very popular, out of town store.

Clothes littered the ground in piles and just a few items hung off racks limply, unwanted and unloved.

A small smirk skimmed over the blonde's lips as she glanced up at Negan.

"This your idea of a nice date to the mall, huh?" she said nudging him in the ribs with her elbow. "You gonna treat me to a FroYo too?"

Negan grinned back at her, licking at his lips, as he slid his arm down between them and he entangled his hand with hers.

"Only if you'll put out afterwards," he uttered into her ear.

Blake pulled back and eyed him, smiling. "I don't put out on a first date, Negan," she retorted smartly. "But if you give me a ride home, I'll let you put your hand up my blouse."

At this, Negan gave a laugh, leaning back on his heels, biting down onto his bottom lip and marvelling at her.

"Oh, Darlin' I'm gonna hold you that!" he chuckled, as Blake smirked back and led him deeper into the store with a soft sigh.

But they had barely gone a few feet however, when a snarling rotter apared from behind one of the racks, launching itself at Negan.

"Son of a-" he began, giving a roar and shoving the walker from him, as Blake coolly detached herself from the dark-haired Saviour and moved off to look at a stand of what must have been panty-hoes, that now had nothing on it but a single pair of plastic legs covered in fancy fishnet stockings.

A second later she heard Negan taken care of the creature, hearing a crack from Lucille and a heavy thud as the biter collapsed to the floor.

"You having fun?" she called back to him mockingly, turning around and lifting an eyebrow in his direction.

But she stopped, her smile faltering a little as she turned to find herself alone.

She took a step forwards, staring around the empty store.

"N-Negan?" she called out in a quiet voice, here eyes searching the floor where the bloodied walker now lay completely still.

Wait, what had happened? Had he been dragged away by another of those creatures?!

But Blake tried to reassure herself now.

This was Negan.

Surely she would have heard an endless stream of curse words spew from his lips if anything like THAT had happened!

The blonde frowned, noticing from the sorber of her eye, a couple of of the dead shifting around close to the large glass windows they had just come through.

"Negan…" she hissed again, taking another few steps further into the room and staring about.

But still there came no reply.

Seamlessly Blake's hand slid to her hip, pulling her knife from its leather pouch, and holding it at her side, fingers tensed around the handle.

A chinking of glass from behind her made her jump for a brief second, but she noticed it was just the two same walkers trying to make it through the window, obviously having heard her voice.

She turned away, ignoring them and moving swiftly behind the large stand of dusty purses on her left, pacing across the room, her green gaze searching here and there for any sign of the leader of the Saviours.

But again there was still nothing.

"Negan, where the fuck are you? This isn't funny, y'know?" Blake said aloud, hoping to god that this was some sort of stupid joke. But again there came nothing but the groans of the walkers, now slowly dragging themselves across the store floor behind her.

She paled slightly, swallowing hard and all of a sudden feeling very lost and very very alone.

She was just about to call desperately again, when a noise from just over her right shoulder, made her jump, her head snapping towards the clattering sound of something tipping over nearby.

She noticed that up ahead, where the source of the noise had seemingly come from, was a large fitting room, that split off into two sides.

And so, raising her knife slightly, she edged her way towards the entrance, pausing when she got there and listening.

A little way behind her, one of the dead gave a loud carrying groan, but there came nothing else now but the sound of her own breaths, shallow in her throat.

It had a been a while since Blake had been out here on her own like this.

And although she was good with a knife, being so far away from the place she called home now…. well this felt different somehow. A little unnerving perhaps.

Or, maybe, it was the absence of Negan, here one minute and gone the next, that magnified this sensation of overwhelming fear.

But she could do this. She was strong, she knew that.

And so, taking in a sniff or air and lifting her chin, steadying herself, she crept through the narrow walkway that led to the left hand row of fitting rooms.

It was a mess in here, with abandoned piles of clothes littered everywhere, with a long row of the large white doors that separated each fitting room, some hanging off their hinges, some intact, as she eased herself by them, finding each cubicle empty, save for a few items of abandoned clothing, as she passed.

"N-Negan?" she said in a soft whisper, her eyes darting about worriedly.

But before she could say another word Blake heard the snarl of walker behind her, closer now that she had been expecting. And she turned to see a glimpse of a misshapen rotter dragging itself through the narrow doorway behind her.

"Shit..." she muttered under her breath, her eyes widening in alarm.

But before the creature could round the corner and clap its grey and vacant eyes on Blake, the blonde cried out….feeling a sudden hand clamp around her middle.

And as quick as a flash before she could do anything to stop it, she was dragged quickly into the vacant cubicle behind her.

The blonde gave a squeak and lifted her knife in urgent protest, as she felt her back collide with the side of the cubicle wall and the door to snap tightly shut behind her.

But she blinked up in fear...only to see a familiar grinning face staring back at her.

Negan.

Standing there, tall form crammed into the tight fitting room, smiling down at her, showing off a perfect line of pearly whites as he did so.

"What the f-" Blake began furiously.

But her words were cut off by Negan pressing a single finger to her lips and offering her a playful warning look, as the sound of the walker approaching drew nearer and nearer.

Blake smacked his hand away, offering him a reproachful look, but all the same, didn't say another word.

What the hell was he playing at?

Both adults eyes flickered downwards, looking beneath the door and watching the rotter's mangled feet until they had dragged themselves past.

Almost immediately, once the imminent danger had passed, Blake stared up at Negan, the movement causing him to look back at her too.

"What the fuck?" she mouthed, frowning hard.

But the dark-haired man just continued to grin, leaning his face in close to Blake's and blinking slowly, teasing her now, as the tip of his nose brushed hers.

From outside the door just beside them, they heard the groans of the walker grow louder.

Blake of course knew what a precarious position this was.

If the dead heard them or discovered they were in here, it would take them no time at all to get underneath that door and attack. And with no way of escape that would surely be the end for them both.

So the blonde woman couldn't quite believe how calm Negan looked, taking this as an opportunity to make sure he had Blake in a compromising position.

With one hand he had her pinned to the wall behind her, and with the other, she felt him slide his tanned digits down her side purposefully.

At this she tilted her head, shooting him a warning look. But it seemed like this only served to rile Negan up even more, as he bit down onto his lip and pressed his taut body up against hers, with Blake now feeling his warm breath on her own pouting lips.

She made to protest a little, but could only close her eyes as his mouth gently met with hers, it taking all her effort not to moan out softly, feeling her panties dampening between her legs at the welcome contact between them.

He really was an asshole, wasn't he?

She felt the dark-haired Saviour smile into her mouth as he kissed her, slowly and purposefully, being careful not to make any noise at all.

Blake couldn't deny that this didn't get her heart racing. Feeling more alive now than she had in weeks. Out here, just the two of them, risking themselves like this. Well, it was almost exhilarating.

And so maybe it was that reason, that, not even a moment later, both adults felt their kisses growing more urgent, Blake's free hand slipping to Negan's belt, and his sliding to her ass, giving it a needy squeeze.

At this, Blake pulled her mouth from his, breathing ragged, staring up at the dark-haired Saviour with lidded eyes full of desperation. Both knowing exactly what the other wanted.

But were they really going to do this, here? Now?

But there question was undoubtedly answered for them, as suddenly Blake felt her foot suddenly get tugged out from under her. And both of them stared down in immediate horror to see a rotting hand wrapped tightly around Blake's ankle.

"Shit!" she cried in a loud voice, before she could stop herself.

And before she or Negan could say anything more, the rasping noise from the walker at her feet was joined by another set of snarls.

Fuck. They'd found them.

Blake tried to pull her ankle from the walkers grasp, but its grip was just too strong, its long fingernails digging through the fabric of her jeans and into her flesh.

And so, panicking, Blake,with the knife that was still clutched in her hand, leant down and reached beneath the door, plunging the blade into the rotter's decomposing skull as it snapped its jaws at her

But even as the dead figure stilled and became lifeless, Blake found no relief, staring wide-eyed, seeing from her vantage point beneath the fitting room door, as two more walkers entered into the narrow corridor on the other side of their cubicle.

"Shit!" Blake said again, standing up straight and staring at Negan in worry. "There's more of them! We need to get out of here."

But to her dismay, Negan was merely stood there, leaning against the wall behind him as cool as a cucumber, much to the blonde's irritation.

"It'll be fine, Darlin'," Negan merely purred, hissing out a sigh and lifting his wire-covered baseball bat aloft as he pushed himself from the wall. "Nothin' me and Lucille here can't handle."

But as the noise of snarls grew louder at the his voice, Blake shot him a scowl.

"You'd better handle it, Negan. This is all your fault anyway," she snapped.

"That so?" said Negan with a grin, moving past her and peering carefully through a crack in the door, out into the small hallway beyond.

"Yeah. If you weren't in here playing your stupid games and trying to scare the hell out of me, we'd be fine!" she hissed.

But Negan merely swung around, that grin still plastered across his lips, narrowing his eyes in her direction.

"Thought you enjoyed our little make out session, Peaches?" he asked in a cocky voice, moving back towards Blake and looming over her, licking his lips teasingly.

But Blake, knowing full well what he was trying to do, merely tutted and gave him a shove away.

"Later, Hot Stuff," she said with a bemused shake of her head. "Let's get out of here first and maybe you can get to second base on the ride home."

Negan gave a chuckle at Blake's words.

"Oh now we're fuckin' talkin, Sweetheart," he said leaning back against his long legs and dragging his teeth over his bottom lip hungrily.

Blake smirked, watching as Negan turned back to the door.

"Well I guess it's now or never," he commented peering out of the thin crack between the door and the wall where the walkers were just about visible on the other side, pawing and scratching at the white fitting-room door.

The dark-haired man looked back at her.

"You ready, Darlin'?" he asked, his face suddenly becoming wholly serious. As did Blake's now as she nodded back.

And in a second, lifting her knife up high. Negan had taken a step back and unlatched the door...

...flinging it wide open to the awaiting dead...

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#negan #negan twd #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #twd #The Walking Dead #negan the walking dead #negan fic #negan story #negan series #negan and blake #negan smut #negan fluff #negan oc

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066-ADOBOX [Adobe-Box] -Fighting/Rock -The Wrestler Pokemon -Ability: Solid Rock/Rock Head - Battle Armor(HA) -Dex: "They live in large groups named 'schools' where they spend large parts of their lives training in combat with each other, guided by elder GLADIOLITOS. Their fighting style can be described as a mix of wrestling and boxing, and it is beleived humans learned both sports by watching them train." -Moveset: -Submission -Brick Break -Rock Smash -Rock Polish -->Evolves at lv 21<-- 067-GLADIOLITOS [Gladiator-Lithos] -Fighting/Rock -The Warrior Pokemon -Ability: Solid Rock/Rock Head - Battle Armor(HA) -Dex: "With strong rock armors and highly trained bodies, they will take any challenge that comes to them and fight until achieving victory or exhaustion. When GLADIOLITOS learn all they can in their quarries, they leave home in search for worthy opponents and greater power." -Moveset: -Dynamic Puch -Take Down -Power-Up Punch -Bulk Up "Deep iside the mountains of Old Country, in a large plateu, live the ADOBOX and GLADIOLITOS. This remarkable fighters have called this piece of land their home from before men came to Kroel and by the time they arrived, this creatures were already the greatest warriors they had known. With solid rock bodies that seamed to have detach themselves from the mountain itself this pokemon spend almost all their time training with each other, using all kinds of figting styles, from grappling and holding to punching and kicking, in a wild mix of techniques. By observing this pokemos it is believed that humans developed their own fighting styles as well, some specializing in an specific style, some trying to encompass all of them. But this amazing feats of fighting prowess is not the only interesting aspect of this pokemon's aparent culture. When a GLADIOLITOS has mastered all techniques taught by its elders, it leaves the plateau to begin a long pilgrimage in search for one thing: The altars of the kings. GLADIOLITOS will search for this altars as they are the only place where they can get in contact with the great kings of the skies, once it finds itself at the altar, the GLADIOLITOS will pray, offering itself, its body and abilities in service of the king, in hopes of winning its blessing. If the king wont accept the warrior, it will have to continue its journey to the next altar, but, if it is accepted under the wing of the king, it will be transformed and elevated to a new level of power, becoming a vessel to the might of the king, a champion of the gods. If no king accepts the GLADIOLITOS it will have to roam the land, incapable of returning home, looking for powerful opponents to defeat and become worthy of the kings blessing"

#pokemon #fakemon #fighting #rock #gladiator #boxer #fighting type #rock type #rock type pokemon #fighting type pokemon

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ivarswickedqueen · 6 years

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Crush - part 3

Hi guys, another chapter of Crush is ready :) I recommend you to read previous chapters: part 1, part 2

Paring: Hvitserk x reader

Word account: 2500 ±

Warning: Explicit smut, 18+ only

Tags: @akamaiden ♥, @strangunddurm, @betheworstyoucanbeandenjoyit, @hizz-hizz-mothertruckerz, @93generation, @imnotinsanehunny, @gummiwormsandonedirection, @romanchronicles, @missrobyn81, @anarchy-is-coming

As always, English isn’t my first language, so I deeply apologize for making any grammar mistakes.

A/N: Next chapter will be probably the last chapter. But I want to write something for Ivar before I finish this story. Please let me know, if you want to be tagged in my Ivar stories or just in this one ;)

Gif belongs to @bonniebirdsgifcentre

"Where do you think you're going, babygirl?" Hvitserk said and pulled you closer to him. "I... I was looking for you," you decided to lie. "My prince" you added and looked at him through your eyelashes. "Really, Y/N? It seems to me, like you wanted to disappear without saying goodbye to me" he pouted. "No, really, I was looking for you" you continued with your little lie. "OK, Y/N, I believe you. So, you found me. What do you want from me?" he smirked, when he saw your cheeks turning red again. You were struggling to say it out loud, but when you involuntarily looked at the chair, his smirked grew wider. He decided to help you. "You want me to finish what I've started earlier?" he purred into your ear, sending another wave of shivers down your spine. You nodded, your fingers playing with his vest, unable to say a word. "You want my fingers in your tight little pussy?" he continued and you whimpered at his words. "Is it what you want, babygirl? Do you want to cum all over my fingers?" he asked and pushed two fingers inside your mouth. You wrapped your lips around them, sucking on them, tongue flattening against his skin. "Fuck, Y/N, do you have any idea, what are you doing to me?" he moaned and starred at you with lust-clouded expression in his eyes. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and kissed you hungrily. He was devouring your lips while his fingers found their way back inside your panties. He began to play with your wetness, flickering his fingertips on that one special spot, rubbing it slowly and softly, up and down. He pushed two fingers deep inside you and swallowed your cries of pleasure. "Hush, babygirl. As much as I want to hear you scream my name like there's no tomorrow, we have to be quiet. I don't want to be interrupted again," he whispered into your ear and added another hickey on your exposed neck. His other hand moved to your chest and began kneading your right breast through your dress. You began to grind your hips as his fingers worked inside you. He moved them skilfully, hitting the spot that made you clench your walls around his fingers. You moaned out, feeling it in the pit of your gut that you were close to coming. You're hit by waves of pleasure, as your orgasm hit you. You pulled him closer to you, and smashed your lips against his, moaning quietly into his mouth, your hand running through his hair, pulling at his braids, earning low growl from him. You hesitantly palmed him through his pants. He hissed and bit your earlobe harshly. “Don't start something you can't finish tonight, Y/N". You plucked up all of your courage and palmed him again. He growled and pinned your hands above your head. "Don't do that, or I won't be able to control myself and I will fuck you right here, against the wall. Odin knows, that I really want to do that, but I want to take my time with you. I want to cherish you, I want to make you come with my fingers, with my tongue and with my dick. I want to see you fall apart underneath me. I want your legs wrapped around my hips, I want to fuck you deep and hard, I want to see you ride my dick, I want to see your tits bouncing up and down in front of my face. I want all of that and more, but not tonight babygirl," your head was spinning, when you heard all of those dirty words coming out of his mouth. He kissed you again, slowly and passionately, taking his time. His tongue slowly dancing with yours, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. "Good things come to those who wait. Go home now, Y/N." he said pushed you softly out of the door.

Next morning

"What a lovely day" Sigurd said and yawned. "Do you want to know, why is it so lovely, my brothers? Because there is no sign of Ivar" he chuckled and Ubbe frowned at him. "Why can you two get along?" he sighed, annoyed. "Because he is a spoiled brat" Sigurd snapped. "Where is he?" "He is probably with Y/N" Ubbe smirked, when he saw Hvitserks reaction. His brother was awkwardly silent this morning, but he looked up, when he heard your name. "I don't understand it. Y/N is gentle, kind, sweet, caring, innocent girl. And Ivar is, well Ivar. I don't understand, why she loves him so much" Sigurd polemized. "Oposite attracts" Ubbe teased and Sigurd snorted. "They are like fire and water. Do you think they're fucking?" he asked curiously. "I don't know, maybe. They spend a lot of time together in his room or at her home. Only Odin knows what are the doing there. And Ivar is always in a good mood, when he comes home or when she visits him here" Ubbe smirked, when Hvitserk broke his horn of mead. "What the hell" Sigurd cursed. "What's wrong with you, Hvitserk? You are awfuly quiet this morning" Sigurd asked, once again completely oblivious. "Nothing. I need some air" Hvitserk snapped and walked outside. "What's his problem?" Sigurd turned to Ubbe. Ubbe only shook his head and laughed.

Hvitserk was pissed. He believed you, when you said, that you and Ivar are only friends, but his brothers words made him worried. Sigurd was right, you were gentle, sweet, caring, beautiful young woman and Ivar wasn't blind. And it was obvious, that you loved his little brother with all of your heart. And who says that friendly feelings can't turn to romantic feelings quickly. The idea of Ivar touching you, made his blood boil. He marched towards your house. He walked through the market and saw your parents and older sister selling your fathers weapons and that meant only one thing. You were home alone. Or with Ivar. The idea of you and Ivar being alone in an empty house forced him to run. He found your house with ease and quietly stepped inside. He stopped immediately, when he heard your soft moans. Is it possible that Sigurd was right? he thought for himself. He wanted to leave immediately, but curiosity and jealousy got the better of him. He walked silently towards your room. You moaned again, louder this time. His cock reacted to that sound. He didn't want to see you fucking another man, probably his own little brother, but it was like he was drawn to your room like a moth to a flame. He quietly opened the door and peeked inside. His breath hitched in his throat and he found he couldn't speak. He could only stare You lay on your bed, completely naked. And alone. Your eyes were closed. Your right hand was on your breast, squeezing your hardened nipple, while your left hand was playing with your clit, drawing lazy patterns on it. He gulped, his face was hot, he was staring at you with lustful eyes. You pinched your nipple and moaned loudly. He watched you, as you played with your clit, his mouth drooling at the sight in front of him. You finally slipped one of your fingers inside your wet entrance. "Hvitserk" you moaned his name and he lost it. It was the hottest thing, he'd ever seen in his life. He stood quietly outside of the door as he watched you fuck yourself with your fingers while moaning his name.

He slowly reached your bed. He kneeled beside it and watched you closely. He was quiet as a mouse, but you probably senseced his presence, because your eyes opened quickly and he could see the panic and embarrassment in them. "W-W-What are you doing here?" you stuttered and tried to cover yourself with your blanket, but he threw it away. "I'm here to help you, babygirl," he chuckled darkly. "So..." he started grinning as he lightly trailed his fingers down your arm leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. "...are you doing this often? Touching yourself and thinking about me? Pretending it's me, who's touching you? That my fingers are stretching your perfect little pussy? Tell me Y/N, are you doing this every morning? Thinking about my mouth wrapped around your nipples?" he licked the valley between your tits, slowly reaching your right nipple, his tongue circling around it, but avoiding your hardened nipple on purpose. "Answer me Y/N" he insisted and bit down on your breast. "Yes" you admited, your body shaking with desire. You were embarrassed, that he caught you like this, but it seemed like he didn't mind at all. He smirked, satisfied with your answer. He finally took your nipple in his hot mouth, he started sucking it gently, but after a while he became rougher and took a little bite. He moved to your left breast and gave it the same attention. You arched your back, forcing your nipple deeper into his eager mouth. "You have such a lovely pair of tits, Y/N. I can suck at them all day and never get bored" he praised you. The feeling of his mouth devouring your tits was amazing, but you needed him somewhere else. "Please" you begged. "I need..." you struggled to say it out loud. "What do you need babygirl? Tell me!" he commanded and kissed you deeply, taking your breath away. "I need... I want... I need your mouth... down there" you finally managed to admit your biggest desire. Hvitserk smirked devilishly. "You want me to eat your pretty little pussy?" he murmured huskily into your ear. "Yes please, My prince" you moaned shamelessly. "As you wish, babygirl" he gave you another mind-blowing kiss and kissed his way down your body. When he reached your pussy you nearly stopped breathing. His warm hands pushed your thighs apart, and he settled himself between them. You shivered when he blew a stripe of air across your centre. Hvitserk slowly licked a bold stripe up your heat and uses the tip of his tongue to swirl your clit. He nipped at it, dragging it with his teeth. His tongue dipped into you and his calloused hands held your hips down, when you tried to move them. His lips sucked noisily at you, the obscene sound of his slurping echoing loudly in the room. You heard the slave girls talking about his mouth. You dreamed about his mouth. You could feel yourself getting wet every time, when you looked at his perfect lips. But you never imagined it would feel so good. You were falling apart underneath him. Literally. You moaned his name loudly, encouraging him to increase the speed of his tongue. His tongue was replaced by his fingers, digging deeper inside of you. He curled his fingers, hitting the right spot repeatedly, his tongue was back on your clit, playing with that little bud, driving you insane. You screamed his name and came all over his fingers and tongue. He licked greedily, lapping up your juices, nudging your sensitive clit with his nose. He wiped his mouth and kissed you again, giving you a chance to taste yourself on his tongue.

"As I said yestarday, you taste amazing, Y/N" he praised you. You smiled at him dreamily and began to pull on his shirt signaling him to take it off. He obeyed you and took off his shirt and pants. Your eyes grew wider, when you noticed, he's not wearing any underwear. He was huge. You blushed deeply but your mouth watered at the sight of him. "Like what you see, babygirl" Hvitserk asked with confident smirk. You nodded and bit your bottom lip. "Look at you, babygirl, so eager. You want to suck my cock, don't you" he asked and laughed, when he saw your crimson red cheeks. You've never sucked a man's cock before, but you really wanted to take him in your mouth. "Next time, my sweet innocent Y/N. Today is all about you, and your pleasure. I already made you come with my fingers and with my tongue. So you know what happens next" he said and stroked his already hard cock couple times. He pushed you deeper into the soft furs on your bed, dragging the head of his dick up and down your crevice. He entered you slowly, looking into your eyes. You opened your mouth, moaning softly, when he filled you. He stayed still in you for a little bit so you could adjust to his size, you nodded at him, and he started gently rocking his hips into yours, and then he picked up the pace, thrusting deep into you, liquefying your center, his cock pulsing inside you. You moved together for long moments, the only sounds grunts and gasps of pleasure and bodies slapping together. Hvitserk skimmed his fingers down your body to you clit and started stroking it, he pinched your clit, making you cum again. He continued to play with your clit to extend your pleasure. "Wow, Y/N. That was... spectacular" he chuckled and kissed your forehead lovingly. You blushed and snuggled against him. You were afraid, that he will leave you. That he will use you, like he does with the slave girls. But it seemed like he has no intention to leave. He wrapped his strong arm around your torso and pulled you closer to him. "Let's take a little nap, Y/N. You wore me out , babygirl" he chuckled and closed his eyes. You watched him lovingly, wanted this moment to last forever.

You woke up after couple of hours and panicked, your parents will be home soon. "Wake up, my prince" you tried to wake him up, but he mumbled something and wrapped his arms tighter around your waist. "Please" you begged, but he snored softly. You tried to nudge his leg, but you accidentally nudged his groin. He groaned and finally woke up. "Are you asking me for another round, babygirl?" he asked you playfully, his eyes still closed. "N-no" you stuttered, but bit your lip, his words sent a rush of arousal through your body. "Are you sure?" he opened his eyes and winked at you. "My parents will be home soon. My father would kill me, if he saw as like this" you shivered, your father was really angry man. Hvitserk raised his eyebrow. "I am a Prince of Kattegat, your father wouldn't dare say a word" he assured you, taking your chin in his hand and pulling you closer for a kiss. "You don't know my father" you whispered. "Hey, Y/N, don't worry, I'll protect you from your father, from your family, from anyone, do you understand?" he caressed your cheek and you slowly nodded. You belived that your father wouldn't say a word in front of the young prince, but he would beat your ass lately. But you didn't want to ruin this moment with Hvitserk, so you let him kiss you again. His hands roamed all over your body and you let him make you feel loved for the second time this morning.

To be continued.

Part 4

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#hvitserk #Hvitserk ragnarsson #hvitserk fanfic #Hvitserk imagine #hvitserk x reader #crush #vikins imagine

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moss-sprouted · 2 years

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tw dont read if you cant handle graphic descriptions of violence and abuse

i refer to abusive people in my life with just their pronouns and i cant do names and i dont wanna see them or talk about them and since my uncle has made me his punching bag for his mental health issues after reassuring me he's on my side and then turning around and threatening to bash my head in and making a gesture to come towards me while hitting a while when all that had happened was i got woke up by his mother when she came into my room while i was sleeping, and then when i attempted to go to the bathroom thats half connected to my bedroom at 9 am he was randomly in there and i let out a sound of frustration and wasnt able to close my door properly and it frustrated me more but that justifies him telling me he called the cops on me(he didnt) threatening to have me removed from this house even though he doesnt live here and calling me a dumb stupid bitch who's head he wants to smash in while his mother defends him and screams at me and somehow im supposed to handle that at 9 in the morning with very little sleep and not have horrible panic attacks which i did and Now i am not even allowed to be triggered by the thought of him and im supposed to forget about it because he's apparently going to apologize cause my grandma thinks well of course he would when he has never apologized once for anything he's ever done besides cry and hug me without my consent like when he screamed and yelled at me during my birthday when all my other family wasnt in town and my grandma had went into the hospital and i was scared and he was telling me the whole time that im a coward for not calling the hospital to check on her and that if she dies she dies and then doing the cry non consensual hug thing and then not even a day later trying to steal the battery to brand new fucking bike and i told him to get out of my room and i said i was uncomfortable about it but he got mad i yelled at him for sneaking into my room in the morning and then is telling my grandma in the next room loudly he's gonna smash the birthday present he gave me like he never apologized for any of that, has continued a pattern of abuse and using me as a punching bag and finally he's threatening actual physical violence for something so mundane that im supposed to just get over it and not be fucking terrified and traumatized by him? he was telling me a month ago he'd help me get my life together and help me get out of this house and do everything he can and then he's randomly threatening to bash my fucking head in and im supposed to not treat him like the other two people who have actively traumatized me?? like this keeps me up at night since it happened and i cant sleep peacefully and im having random panic attacks and feeling fearful in my own house cause he doesnt fucking even live here and comes over without any warning and uses the bathroom that is literally Connected to my bedroom instead of using the one connected to his "beloved" mothers and he eats my fucking food and hes always using our washer and dryer and im already constantly terrified he's going to start a fight with me over anything and scream at me but now i have to worry maybe he'll become physically violent?? its not like he hasnt before though it was usually me being a pissy teenager who would push him for screaming in my grandma's face but like fucking wanting to pee and not be woken up is aparently cause to have my face BASHED IN

#tw abuse #if you just wanna unfollow instead of see this stuff cause it might be what i talk about for a bit

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queennicoleinboots · 3 years

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Vegan Taco Mac with Count Macrula and Count Macula, Jr., part 7

Count Macrula, Count Macula, Jr., FreeLee the Banana Girl, and I returned from Publix and saw Joebear and the spirit of Colonel America smashing the TVs. Joebear had anger issues because he lost to Hecarim in League of Losers too many times.

FreeLee the Banana Girl saw the TVs being destroyed and was pleased.

"Send FreeLee the Banana Girl to the heavens! She is done here!" Count Macrula shouted as lightning shot out of the palms of his hands.

FreeLee the Banana Girl floated to heaven. Everyone noticed, nodded, and then went on with his or her day.

Joebear then grabbed a TV, walked outside, and took a dump on the TV. I got excited and joined him outside. I grabbed the right cheek of that big bear ass.

"This WILL NOT DO!" Count Macrula shouted. "We need a castle in order to have Vegan Taco Mac with Count Macula, Jr!"

Tyler1, Joebear, the cast of PeeWee Herman, Paul the Goat, Patches, Lindsay, Prince Carrington, and Nugget screamed.

Count Macrula sang in dark angelic language before he shouted, "HOOOMMEEE!!!!" in a baritone language. A gothic castle descended slowly from the sky onto Count Macula, Jr.'s family of gray bears' property.

We were all of a sudden surrounded by great high cathedral ceilings that were painted with Count Macula, Jr.'s family photos, including his long lost cousin's sister's brother's former college roommate, whom he mentioned was absolutely nobody to him back in Swamp Ass With Bears when he was still Colonel Mac. Count Macula Jr.'s father's van was parked in a valet garage by a beautiful arc angel who looked like Quentin Tarantino. He parked the van next to a black 1933 hearse that looked like the one used in the first Dracula movie.

Count Macula Jr.'s computer desk was upgraded to dark oak with multiple drawers and a place to put the computer.

Count Macula Jr. himself began to change again. His gray hair now was silver, so he was a silver bear. He also had bat wings and even sharper teeth. "Coooool!!!! Cool! Cool! Cool! Cool! Cool! Cool!" he shouted as his high-pitched Southern voice echoed in the castle.

"WOW!!! This kitchen looks incredible!!!" Lindsay, my brunette friend with large brown eyes, shouted as she poked her head in the kitchen door. "I didn't know Colonel Mac lived in a gothic castle! Wow!!!." She was wearing a royal red princess gown. She was now Princess Lindsay Carrington from Savannah, GA. Her husband was Prince Carrington from London.

Count Macula, Jr. skipped over to her and stared at her. "Dear Princess, my name is no longer Colonel Mac," he said.

Princess Lindsay Carrington stared at the silver cub before her. "Excuse me. I was addressing Colonel Mac. I know not of whom thou art," she spoke as she chewed on a nacho.

"I am Count Macula, Jr! I have become a silver cub due to Count Macrula granting me vampiric powers. I am a vambear," the silver cub said as he looked directly at Princess Lindsay Carrington.

"So you're telling me that you were formerly known as Colonel Mac and that you are now Count Macula, Jr.?" Princess Lindsay Carrington asked.

"Yes," Count Macula, Jr. said. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!"

"So much can happen in a grocery shopping trip!" Princess Lindsay Carrington said dramatically.

Patches, Princess Lindsay Carrington's cat, walked in the kitchen and meowed loudly. She shook the whole fucking castle.

"JEE WHIZ!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" Count Macula, Jr. shouted like Tyler1 as he skipped in the kitchen. He had a widow's peak and intense brown eyes. Needless to say, he had a set of lungs on him.

"Are you Count Colonel Mac?" Patches asked.

"NO!" Count Macula, Jr. shouted.

Joebear, Colonel America's spirit, Count Macrula, Mr. Williamson, Princess Lindsay Carrington, Kendrick, Pauno, and Peter's therapist, the cast of PeeWee Herman, and I started cooking the vegan taco mac.

We are sorry we had to interrupt Count Macula, Jr.'s shouting rant, but if we plan to eat today, we have to get started.

"No! No! No! No! No!... No!" Count Macula, Jr. shouted. "I have no affiliation with the military, nor do I want to. I don't believe in murder. I'm a passive bear, although because my fur is now silver," he said before he took a deep breath. "MY LUNGS ARE STRONGER THAN EVER!!!"

"EAR RAPE!!!" Tyler1 yelled as he covered his ears. "He is louder than me."

Colonel America's spirit wavered in the air. "I have returned to fill an important role in this story. I am the logic in this otherwise completely illogical nonsensical saga," he announced as he began to boil the canned beans.

"Not to mention the Colonel role," Count Macrula stated as-a-matter-of-factly as he was washing the spinach.

"Where are the avocados?" Mr. Williamson asked. "We're supposed to have guacamole with vegan Taco mac."

"Says whhoooooooo??? Yiiiickkkkk!!!" Count Macula, Jr. said.

"Agreed. Fuck avocados. Worst fruit ever. Should be abolished," I said.

"Disagreed. The only thing worse than an avocado is a lima bean," Count Macrula said. He shuddered. "The horror!"

A random bear jumped in the kitchen and said, "I brought lima beans for the vegan taco mac with Count Macrula-"

Count Macrula screamed and used red eye rays to disintregrate that poor bear and the lima beans.

I continued to chop up peppers and onions.

"So are you not even allowed to bring lima beans in the kitchen?" Reba the Mail Lady asked.

Count Macrula shot his death rays at Reba the Mail Lady and disintregrated her.

Princess Lindsay Carrington started rinsing the rice for the rice cooker. "That answers our question. Can we even mention Lima-"

Count Macrula was shooting the death rays in her direction.

"Lima, Peru! It's one of my favorite cities to visit. I say!" Princess Lindsay Carrington said as she was dramatically trying to catch her breath.

Count Macrula then smiled widely and said, "Why yes! That is one of my favorite cities! You can mention that all you like!" he said as he washing the lettuce.

"Did you know avocados are good?!" Peter shouted as he poked his head in the kitchen.

I threw the knife I was using to chop up peppers and onions at Peter's head.

Peter left and started laughing.

"Wow baebae!" Joebear said as he put the macaroni in the boiling water. He set the timer for 10 minutes.

"No avocados for me! I didn't buy any!" I said as I growled and continued to chop peppers and onions.

PeeWee Herman picked up the knife, did his typical laugh, and did a goofy walk in the kitchen. He washed the knife before chopping up the tomatillos.

Miss Oreo meowed.

Pauno then walked in the kitchen. "For people who like guacamole or tacos while they wait, I shall make them rain from the sky!" he announced.

"Thank you," Mr. Williamson said.

Pauno then walked to the living room and threw his hands in the air. Lightning came out of them as he brought down guacamole, Mexican salsa, nacho chips, and many napkins. Everyone in the living room cheered.

Mexican salsa music started playing in the background.

That, of course, was when Count Macrula's phone began to ring. "WHAT IS IT?!" he shouted as he was in the middle of chopping tomatoes at lightning speed.

"THE IT OFFICE IS ON FIRE!" an equally loud woman shouted over the phone.

Count Macrula then started laughing as his ass off as he threw his head back. I could tell he was sick of working.

"I CAN'T QUENCH THESE FUCKING FLAMES. I ALREADY PEED DURING MY LUNCH BREAK! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE AT WORK TODAY!" the loud woman shouted.

"Not that I'm aware of," Count Macrula said as he raised his eyebrow and chopped the cilantro. "Morpheus, put this cilantro in the pico de gallo!"

"Aparently you will today. All of Gwinnett County is on fire, and we are short staffed!" the loud woman said with a sigh.

Count Macrula sighed. "Yes. Let me wash my hands and put a Dracula mask on. I'll be right over!" he said.

"Halloween's over, you asshole!" the loud woman shouted.

Count Macrula hung up and then screamed. The vegan Taco Mac was done in a jiffy as a result. He moved time forward by an hour. Then he returned to normal. "Duty calls," he said as he then flew out of the castle and had the face of Count Dracula.

"What if I told you that you forgot to consider those of us with high blood pressure?" Morpheus asked as he was preparing the pico de gallo.

Literally everyone stared at him. Count Macrula's face appeared on the wall and just stared at him. He was trying to shoot death lasers at Morpheus, but his physical body was trying to fly back to the office.

"How many dietary restrictions are we going to have in this fucking story? How many dietary restrictions are we going to have in this fucking story? How many dietary restrictions are we going to have in this fucking story? How many dietary restrictions are we going to have in this fucking story? How many dietary restrictions are we going to have in this fucking story? How many dietary restrictions are we going to have in this fucking story? How many dietary restrictions are we going to have in this fucking story? How many dietary restrictions are we going to have in this fucking story?" Count Macula, Jr. asked.

"Eight," Peter answered. "No meat. No other animal products. Low sodium. Low gluten. Low sugar. Real ingredients. No added hormones. And... limited advocado?"

"NO LIMA BEANS!" Count Macrula shouted as his eyes had fire as pupils. He was the mirror on the kitchen wall.

"Would that make it nine dietary restrictions?" Pauno asked as he brought down low sodium chips, low sodium salsa, low sodium guacamole, and taco shells with no salt added.

"Yes!" Count Macrula shouted. The vibrations of his voice knocked down a bowl of guacomole.

"Goddammit!" Pauno said as he used more energy to create a table that only had bowls of chips and bowls of guacomole on it.

Paul the Goat bleated. "I'm at a party, JENNA!!! You have a trust fund.

... You can go to parties. Why is it my fault the Bank of the Ozarks Credit Card isn't paid off?!.... And? It's under your name!" he shouted as his blue eyes were bugged out of his head. He bleated for five minutes straight.

Peter couldn't help but laugh. "That's why I ain't EVER getting married," he commented.

"My marriage is fucked up sometimes, too," Joebear said. He was mixing all of the ingredients of Vegan Taco Mac together.

"Yes, you act ridiculous, too, Boo," I said.

"Pssh! Yeah, okay! You're the one who almost added black beans to the Taco Mac last time and thought about forcing me to eat that shit!" Joebear said with a growl.

"Baby, I add all the ingredients together-" I said.

Joebear interrupted me with a growl. "No!"

"I say! May I please have an extra side of black beans?" Prince Oliver, Werewolf of London asked. He was a great prince who I served on Sunday afternoons.

"Yes, you may!" Princess Lindsay Carrington said as she served him a side dish of black beans.

"Thank you, kind woman," he said as he started to eat.

"You are welcome, kind sir," Princess Lindsay Carrington said.

"You know what we forgot?" PeeWee Herman asked.

"What?" I asked.

"Refried beans!" PeeWee Herman said.

The remaining cast of PeeWee Herman screamed in agony as they ran around the castle in terror.

"Oh God! Who cares? Refried beans look out something that came out of an asshole!" Joebear yelled. "Fuck it. I'm done. I'm traumatized. I'm playing a game of Paladins. Fuck this shit."

I cracked up as I made bowls of vegan Taco Mac for everyone.

"Just in case there are assholes who like refried beans," Pauno said before he brought refried beans from the heavens. "Low sodium, gluten free, dairy free, soy free, vegan, organic, made in Heaven, and produced in Greece."

Paul the Goat bleated as he hung up his phone before adding refried beans to his vegan Taco Mac.

Count Macula, Jr.'s face ended up on eight walls of the castle. One of his faces ended up right next to the picture of the long lost cousin's sister's brother's former college roommate, whom he mentioned was absolutely nobody to him back in Swamp Ass With Bears. Count Macula, Jr. spoke in stereo. "WHY ARE THERE REFRIED BEANS IN MY CASTLE?"

"Because they are a Mexican food," Pauno said. "They're there."

"I will allow it this time, but never again," Count Macula, Jr. said in stereo. "I will allow it this time, but never again. I will allow it this time, but never again. I will allow it this time, but never again. I will allow it this time, but never again. I will allow it this time, but never again. I will allow it this time, but never again. I will allow it this time, but never again."

Count Macula, Jr. repeated himself 64 times. How obnoxious! Eight Count Macula, Jrs. saying the same thing eight times equals 64 times.

The computer Joebear was sitting at caught on fire and exploded. "My frame feels fried. Time to go to bed," he said as he stared at the flames emerging from the computer.

I laughed. "I don't know what's going on. I haven't known what's going on all year. I have been writing the same story 64 times, and I'm still not done with it. This is so stupid," I said with a laugh.

"It sounds like you need a raid therapist," Joebear said as he watched the World of Warcraft unfold in Count Macula, Jr.'s castle.

"Fuck you. I don't exist this week," Count Macrula said as his face left the wall.

Pauno laughed. "Does anyone actually give a shit about refried beans right now?" he asked.

Before the rest of us screamed, Count Macula, Jr. screamed "Yes!" 64 times.

We heard a bunch of random angry gamers on Cutie Pie's stream shouting swear words at the Giant Count Macula, Jr. raid boss. Count Macrula, Jr. grew to be 30 foot tall. The fuck did we put in the vegan Taco Mac?

"Are we getting on VR?" Cutie Pie asked.

"YES!" Tyler1 shouted. "It's for alcoholics and losers!"

"I'M A LOSER!" Peter screamed angrily as he got off the couch he was on.

The screen turned black.

"I'm unzipping my pants!" Cutie Pie said.

Angry gamers were just chattering like hell. The remaining cast of PeeWee Herman screamed and talked about random shit.

"I'm horny! Hah Hah!" PeeWee Herman said.

"How do I join your world?" Cutie Pie asked.

A technicolor screen from the 60s just appeared in Count Macula, Jr.'s castle.

"What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on?" Count Macula, Jr. asked in stereo.

"I don't know what's happening right now. I'm not trying to guess," Joebear said. He made a noise that sounded like an air compressor.

I laughed so hard. "I can't breathe," I said.

"Do you have the Rona?" Pauno asked.

"MY HOUSE SUCKS!!!!" an angry gamer shouted before he neighed.

"No. I'm laughing hysterically," I said. "It gets to be too much." I belly-laughed.

"I'm BIGGGGGG!!! Just too big!!!!" Joebear said as he rolled on the floor and did a cute growl.

A bunch of gamers laughed their asses off. They were drunk already. Princess Lindsay Carrington, Prince Carrington, and Prince Oliver, Werewolf of London were drinking heavily to deal with the stress of this castle.

Ted the Alligator and Jack the Crocodile burst through the castle doors and growled. They then went to eat bowls of vegan Taco Mac. Then they drank a few bottles of Jameson.

Cutie Pie materialized and laughed with Ted the Alligator and Jack the Crocodile.

A snowman fell out of the sky and started laughing hysterically and rolling on the floor. Then he fucking melted.

"What the fuck?" Cutie Pie asked. "Jameson actually tastes like ass."

Prince Carrington laughed SLIGHTLY too loudly. So did Peter.

Bruce Dwillinger, a youtube King James Bible preacher, descended from the Heavens and said, "Hey! You're all losers!"

Kissy walked around the castle. Garfield danced to some party music. Joebear announced. "This is ridiculous. Not gonna lie. Here we go... Dawgs..."

DarthSydePhineas then dropped these beats: https://youtu.be/RIWWEpx-PiQ

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kyakykreativitylover · 6 years

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I want the monopoly on Modern!AU McGrawHamilton

That said I can’t have it so instead have my bullet point ideas.

1) Thomas and James meet an a political rally and end up spending a night in holding together when the peaceful protest is interupted by the po-po who ain’t having it. Imagine Socialist!Thomas taking James to all of his meetings with various unions, and political movements and stuff and showing off his perfect boyfriend. For his part James was also always a socialist, but he could never imagine doing all the political manoeuvring that Thomas is doing with ease.

2) James and Thomas as dads. Their kids are Abigail, Eleanor, Ben Gunn and Jack Rackham. Think “My family”, so a slightly off beat family of people who are sarcastic and wild but fun and love each other. (”What’s the time?” James asks Thomas when he hears something in the kitchen smash. “Uuuugghhhh....... 8 am.” Thomas responds groggily. “Why the fuck are they already awake?! I thought teenagers sleep in!!!!” Something metallic clutters on the floor. Thomas gets out of bed. “Kids, can’t you practise QUIET vandalism, or break things outside where your father and I can’t hear them breaking????” There’s silence for 5 seconds, then aparently the entire china cabinet hits the floor. “SORRY!!!!” Eleanor yells up the stairs. “The cat got stuck, and has now unstuck itself.” Jack explains. “At the cost of all our bloody china.” James says from somewhere behind Thomas. “Not all of it.” Ben offers brightly. “Have kids, you said.” Thomas whispers to James. “It’ll be great.” James grins brightly before leaving the bedroom to deal with their wayward kids and cat. Thomas rubs his head before huffing out a laugh. “Mirandas’ porcelain survived!” James yells from down stairs. “But Uncle Johns mug is dead.” Abigail says. “YES!” James exclaims. “I mean, I’m sad.” James corrects quickly. Thomas goes down the stairs to deal with the disaster.)

3) James is in a death metal band called The Wailing Walrus. Thomas is a classical violinist, training for the conservatoire. They are also dating each other. Other people don’t get it, but they get it. Cue Thomas playing the electric violin for one of James’ song and James being excited to wear a fancy suit to go and see his boyfriend perform. James also plays the piano and he a Thomas make music together.

4) James and Thomas work on a film together as Director and Director of Photography respectively. Stuff happens. The film is cancelled (after production). James is distraught. Thomas is also distraught. They end up working on the film together after buying it’s rights, licenses and acquiring all the footage they shot. It takes 8 months before the first cut is produced. They ran out of money and move in together to save money and to get the film together. It’s released to lukewarm reception, so they go back to the drawing board with the story and start again from scratch. It takes them 3 years to get the film out, this time to mass applause and accolades. (At which point in time they’ve begun dating and are now getting married). Yay.

5) James and Thomas in the same college. James is there because he wants to go to Uni and get a PhD in Literature. Thomas is there because it’s an escape from his family and their overbearing bullshit. They date, fight, make up and finally graduate. James goes to uni, Thomas becomes an artist. They rent a flat together and make it their home. (At this point Thomas’ father has disowned him so he has no money. He also has no clue how to “working class”. “Where are you going?” James asks Thomas. “To Waitrose. We need a cake if we are having guests over. Cake, and biscuits and finger sanwiches and mini-quiches-” “What the fuck Thomas?” Thomas looks at James blankly. “We’ll offer them Doritos and salsa dip, which we’ll buy at the Aldi around the corner.” “Maybe some cake, biscuits and small sandwiches.” Thomas insists. “Fine, but Aldi brand cake, simple biscuits- you can’t go wrong with HobNobs and Fig Newtons- and we’ll make like 6 grilled cheeses and cut them into small dainty shapes.” “Okay.” Thomas concedes. They spend seven quid at Aldi. “We would have spent over 20 quid at Waitrose.” James tells Thomas. Thomas says nothing because he had been planning on spending 50 quid at Waitrose (he hadn’t mentioned the pate, the cheese and cured meat platter and the wine he had wanted to buy). James goes to uni, has a breakdown in third year and can’t graduate. Thomas gives him encouragement and he finally gets his Masters after 6 years at uni (as opposed to 4, there’s a year gap where he isn’t at uni, he’s just recovering from his breakdown, and he does the final year after this year break). They’re happy, James gets into his PhD program and ends up working on education reform after his breakdown. Thomas’ ends up going to Uni to study video game design and, with James, designs a video game that becomes quite popular in indie game circles. They live relatively happy lives.

#McGrawHamilton #FlintHamilton #Thomas Hamilton #James McGraw #James Flint #My Fic idea list

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itziwitzib · 4 years

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I just find in the internet this reeeaally old game from “Beauty and the Beast”

I was just losing my time in the internet and I found this page with a lot of old games, between them the old Beauty and the Beast videogame, from 1994, i was like 5 years old when I used to play this thing!!

At first I was like Heck yea!! I remember this, lets see if is as fun as I remember....

And then my first fatal mistake, I watch this it has two modes, ‘Easy’ and ‘Adventure’, and while i think, “Wow, this go from 0 to 100” I just asumed, than something that 5 year old me played couldn’t be really that dificult.... so I chose the 'Adventure’ level.

And at first, it was okay, the lumiere game was a little bit more difficult than I hoped for, but fun

I had a fun time with clockwork memorizing symbols at the library

The memory game was a little bit to complicated for my taste, but probably because it took me to much time to realize that the little pots and bushes at the sides counted too.

Then I came to this freaking game, and Good I want to smash Mrs Poot agaist the floor right now! The objective of the game seems pretty simple, the eggs jump from one bowl and you need to move the items in the kitchen so they make it to the next one, sound easy right?

NO! This freaking thing is too complicated!!

It took me five tries to figure out the secuence to get the eggs to the right place, ohhh but thats not enough, you need to do the right secuence with an almost perfect timing, you see.... If you go too slow, the little bouncing eggs will fall to their desmise and break, if you go too fast the things in the kitchen will return to their place before time and the eggs will fall eitherway, but you need to get enough eggs in time because if you don’t then Mrs. Poot will admonish you and you have to star over again!

Well maybe you shuldn’t have a sistem so complex to put the eggs in the bowl Dear! I pass the firsth two levels and this teapot wants another cake! Only two people in the whole castle eat, you don’t need this many cakes!! (also aparently I can’t take a screen shoot with mrs poot eyes open)

It does’t have a pause button, don’t let me go back to the other games and got the 8bits version of “Gaston” as soundtrack and is turning me crazy! And goes over and over again (but of course, since I aparently love to suffer can’t just quite the game cause i want to win this thing)

Also if you want to torture yourself Be My Guest: https://www.myabandonware.com/game/disneys-beauty-and-the-beast-38v

#I just needed a break so I came to tumblr to make a post about it #there's anothe minigame but i don't think i will play it today #maybe another day #when i dont want to smash a teapot #how do i tag this?#the beauty and the beast #the beauty and the beast videogame #retro video games #videogame #mine

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wanderer706 · 5 years

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Behind the Screens Ch 10- Stuck

(Cam. Airl- Written Draft 2)

The food was decent enough Michela thought to herself. Clark had ended up taking her to a burger place that she had never tried before, but was more willing to give it a whirl. Overall though she thought the food was decent enough, but the drink he had gotten from the machine tasted funny. She complained to him, but he pointed out that he got the exact same thing for a drink. It was as he explained this that Michela looked straight into his eyes, and sudden the thought of marriage popped into her head. She knew they were both to young to even think about that, but the thought of marrying him was almost tempting to think about. She completely forgot about how funny the drink tasted, and ended up slurping the whole thing down.

Clark then suggested another activity was in order, and they drove in his car up to a scenic lookout that gave a beautiful view of the city’s nigh time skyline. It was so pretty that she wondered why nobody had even thought about making a painting of it. The colours would leap off the canvas, and woo any critic she thought.

Clark turned on the radio which was halfway through a song. It was a love song that to Michela sounded bland, and uninteresting. Mainly because it sounded like every other love song sung by every pop star ever.

“So, what do you think?” Clark asked.

“About what? The view or the song?”

“Tonight. All of it.”

“Food was wonderful.” That was a lie. “the view is great, but I don’t like this song.”

Clark turned the radio dial to find another station. The next one was playing a news bulletin he was about to change it when the words Apartment Killer were spoken. Michela quickly convinced him to keep it on this station.

It was in the middle of recap of the police conference on the killer. It went through everything that the reporter felt was necessary. Then once that was done it just played Michela’s message to the city. As she heard this Michela let out a little sigh.

“They really know nothing.” Clark said to her.

“Evidently not.” Michela said.

The recording continued, cutting at several points, and finished with Lisbeth’s message to the people. Then it cut back to the presenter who went straight into another story

“I’m sure there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Clark said.

Michela gave him a look that told him that didn’t exactly change matters. Clark distracted her by changing the radio station again. This new one was playing a song that Michela thought had a lot more energy to it. Clark then attempted to break the silence by telling some jokes, but it didn’t exactly help Michela’s mood.

On the drive home, he once again tried to make her feel better by asking about Milo.

“Same as always. He acts like some sort of god, and treats me like I am just his bottom bitch who job it is to occasionally wipe his bottom.” She said.

“OOOO… does that mean he can’t reach his own bottom with his stubby little arms.” Clark said.

“No, but it might explain why he stinks so badly.”

“Well, I am still sorry I can’t offer you accommodation with me but we’re full.”

“That’s all right.”

Clark pulled the car into an open parking slot.

“This is probably as close as I can get you.” He said before putting on a prim and proper voice “Shall I walk you to the door like a gentleman.”

Michela laughed and joined in. “You’re on my fine fellow.”

They walked to the building hand in hand with the stupidest look on their faces. A few people walked past and looked at them funny. When they finally got to the lobby they burst out laughing.

“Did see the look on people’s faces!” He said.

“I know. Well… I suppose this is goodbye.”

“What say I escort you to your door?”

“You really want to go up there?”

“He’s a walking blubber mountain who can’t wipe. Besides if he said something I could easily…” he was interrupted by the sound a loud siren. Both Michela and Clark had to put their hands on their ears.

“What the hell is that?!” Clark shouted at the top of his lungs.

Suddenly a large security grate slammed down in front of the door they walked. This was followed by the sound of smaller grates slamming shut on every window and door on the floor.

“What on Earth?!” he asked. The siren went dead and they could hear themselves think again.

“That would be the new security system that was installed. A brilliant decision by the owner to trap the apartment killer inside if he tries to attack. Of course, that means we’re stuck in here with them.”

“What bone-head made that decision.”

“A bone-head who doesn’t live here. Only his brother lives here. Relax it was probably just a rat or something that tripped it. We should be fine once…”

The lights suddenly went out for about three seconds before a few of them came back on.

“Okay that’s not good.” She said running to Reggie’s door. Clark quickly followed.

Knocking on his door yielded no results at first, but then there was sudden burst of shouting.

“You useless steaming pile of shit!” Reggie shouted. Cautiously Michela knocked again.

“It’s open!” Reggie shouted. Michela opened the door in time to see Reggie throw something across the room. It hit the television destroying it in the process.

“Fuck!” Reggie shouted. Michela slightly backed out of the room.

“No. Don’t go.” Reggie said. Michela steeped back in followed Clark. She took a quick sniff of the air. It had a faint smell of alcohol but nothing fresh.

“I really hate my brother. Bloody prick insisted on installing this damn security system.” Reggie said after taking a deep breath.

“Can’t you turn this this system off?” Michela asked.

“That’s the problem. You see this.” He said picking up the device he just threw across the room. “This is supposed to allow me to call the authorities who can give me the all clear, and only then will this allow me to deactivate the system. But take a look.” He passed the divide to Michela, who took one cautionary whiff of Reginald as he handed it to her.

The device had a screen that showed a wireframe of the building. Beneath, but still on the screen there was a blacked out button the said release below a screen which read “Standby” in green.

“So, it’s clearly faulty. Can’t you call the authorities or the company that made this by your mobile.” Michela said putting the device on the coffee table.

“There is no signal for some reason.” He said pointing at the reception bars on the device.

“So, we’re stuck in here then.” She said.

“Looks. That way.” He said having a seat.

“Shit, my car’s going to get towed.” Clark said. “Why don’t you make a sign.”

“A what?” Both Reggie and Michela said at the same time.

“A sign. A sign to call out for help. We could find some way of squeezing in-between the front door and the grate. It’s that or we could smash open a window on a higher floor.

“The first five floors are sealed.” Reggie said. “Any higher and it turns into a case of jump and hope that you survive the fall. But the sing idea is worth a shot.”

“Do you need any help?” Michela asked.

“No. This is on me not you. If you want to help try, and find a place where there is a signal otherwise just go back to your apartment and wait till morning.” Reggie said.

Both Michela and Clark decided that was the best idea. With the elevator, out they opened the stairs and walked all the way up to Michela’s room. Clark asked if it was better to simply stay with Reggie, but Michela warned him about his acholic tendencies. So, they walked up the stairs of the building. Michela had hardly seen this place but continued up the bland concrete stairwell without much thought until about floor eight that was when both her and Clarks leg muscles started to ache, but they pushed forwards till fourteen.

Once inside the apartment Michela was surprised to see it looking exactly how she left it. She figured for sure that Milo would have at least moved to the television as it was the night he usually watched wrestling.

“Your arsehole friend won’t mind if I stay, will he?” He asked.

“If he does I’ll just explain what’s happening to him, and if doesn’t listen I’ll just punch him.” She said walking over to his door.

Milo’s door was slightly ajar and there was the ever-present stench of his unwashed body drifting out. Inside Michela could see that the lights were still off with the curtains drawn.

“Milo?” she shouted he didn’t respond. Probably had his headphones at max. That was when she saw a single fly go into the room. At first, she didn’t care but then she smelt the air and realised it was more pungent than usual. Did he shit himself? Did he step up in laziness and now wasn’t bothering to leave his room when he needed to go.

She opened the door and turned on the light. Everything suddenly froze. There was blood everywhere. It coated the ceiling, the walls, the bed everything. Milo was just sitting at his desk not moving. Taking a deep breath Michela put her hand on the chair and turned it around. Now she couldn’t hold the scream in. There in the light was illuminating Milo’s fat bloated body. Missing its head and covered in blood.

Clark came running. “Oh Shit.” He said. None of them noticed the task bar open on his P.C. which had frozen and had a program called Ghost Drive E opened on it.

Before they could do anything else though there was another blood curdling scream from the other apartment on the floor. They both ran out of the apartment to investigate.

Once all they could hear was the sound of furniture breaking inside the other apartment. They approached the door cautiously but stopped when there was a loud thud on the other side of the door. This was followed by another scream, and several more thuds against the door. Then this long black spike came through the door for a moment. A single drop of blood came out of the hole before the spike shoot back in. There was a final crash before everything went silent.

Clark suddenly ran at the door and tried to knock the door down. Michela tried to stop him but he was so determined that he was successful in forcing the door open.

Inside the apartment it looked like a tornado had touched down. Furniture was thrown about everywhere most of it looked fine but some were damaged beyond repair.

Clark stood there dazed, and Michela ran over to the owner who was lying face down in then entrance. She was dead of course. There were multiple slash marks all over her body that went deep enough to reveal some organs, and shattered bones.

She turned back to Clark who was staring at the television. Behind him there was a large five clawed slash on the wall.

“Clark?” She said. Clark snapped out of his trance.

“I thought I saw… no… no… that’s… that’s impossible.” He said.

#horror #chapter 10

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ninety-eightpointsix · 5 years

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Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, the perfect game for any Nintendo fan, it even has a story this time through. There is literally only one complaint from fans, that their favorite character didn’t get in. Seeing as how there are millions of fans, there is obviously a tremendous divide over which characters those are. For most people, that’s okay, a complaint is a healthy way to vent frustrations and prevent taking your rage out on loved ones, or something. Everyone understands that “It really sucks that Shadow isn’t playable” does not mean “ZOMG WURST GAME EVAH!!!!11″ or that you won’t be purchasing it because of this one omission.

But then... there are the trolls... the ones who do say things like “I won’t buy the game if Banjo-Kazooie doesn’t appear in it!” Not the characters Banjo & Kazooie, but they want the entire Banjo-Kazooie franchise to appear as a character... this should be one tip off that they are trolls. Anyways, the most popular, or perhaps infamous trolls were the Waluigi fans who posted 9/11 & holocaust imagery or something in protest... and apparently got Sakurai to snap. That behavior was 200% not excusable, but Sakurai taking it out on everyone isn’t right either. Okay, not everyone, he was specifically targeting Waluigi fans... but why bother to click on links, that would be too much like fact-checking.

Before it was announced, I was perfectly content with the entire game as is, definitely no Waluigi, probably no Shadow, and there was significant debate over whether or not the mysterious extra mode was a story mode or not. It didn’t matter, this game was not only good enough, it was practically perfect in every way. Actually, I don’t even want Waluigi to get in as long as Sakurai is at the helm after he ruined Wario... basing all his attacks on WarioWare rather than the far superior WarioLand, I can’t even imagine how bad he’d screw up Waluigi... but I digress. Then, when I was resigned to my fate and actually quite comfortable, Sakurai ran up and kicked us when we were down. All because someone had kicked him five months ago... and honestly, I’m starting to question the whole 9/11 thing. Because he couldn’t let it go I’m forced to reevaluate everything I know about him... which is next to nothing... except he does have a history of trolling the fans. But do you realize just how tame that is for the internet? Aparently he’s never seen it when the internet actually hates someone because they just plain get mean.

At about this point most of you have scrolled past to ignore me, and the rest are probably thinking “Oh my God, shut up OP! Leave Sakurai alone! Hasn’t he been through enough?” and maybe you’re right. Counterpoint, have you ever seen Bob's Burgers s8e04 - “Sit Me Baby One More Time” where Tina learns that ‘we all have a little bully inside of us’? Well, I’ll sum it up, it doesn’t matter who started it; Sakurai and certain Waluigi fans are now bullying each other... and they are both wrong. I know I will never be able to apologize enough for what certain Waluigi fans did; but I cannot, in good faith, bend over backwards and just let Sakurai wreak his vengeance on us either. I’ve been bullied my entire life, and I’ll tell you that ignoring a bully will never solve the problem, never. He may never admit to us that the plant was intentional harassment on his part, he may never admit it to himself, he may continue to torment fans because he believes it’s owed him, that’s on him. I’m merely reacting, if I show him how much his actions hurt me, he might have a change of heart... but this only works if he has a conscience. So, it’s not the tactic you would use on a normal bully, this is specifically the one for a man who’s been pushed too far and retaliated.

Basically, I am protesting with harmless satire... attacking the plant and not Sakurai himself... pretty much just that and not registering my game... that’s all the power I have. They literally do not loose a single cent, and I don’t know what it is they gain by us registering, but it presumably isn’t all that much. So little in fact that they won’t even notice it... there’s presumably a large number of people who won’t end up registering their game simply because they can’t figure out how to, despite simple instructions and online tutorials etc., so even if a significant number of people don’t register their games it will have literally zero effect. But at least I won’t have the Wank Pheasant appearing in my game. Probably in online matches, but not in other modes; and that will make the game much, much, much better.

Some of you may disagree with the things I have said, you may want me to take my crummy opinions and shove them up my own ass. However, this is my own personal blog, and my opinion is not up for debate. You can, instead offer your own opinions as a rebuttal, and I will be happy to point out where I already addressed that to discuss things further. To me it’s like I get to the checkout and someone’s standing there with an ice cream scoop and a chamber pot asking if I want something extra for free, and after I say no everyone else in line starts yelling at me because I’m just holding out for real ice cream. And I’m all, whatever my reasons are don’t even concern you, just don’t leave a steamer on my plate... is that really too much to ask?

#Super Smash Bros. Ultimate #Piranha Plant

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