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I Wanna Be Yours: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! Reader
Warnings: degradation, rough sex, dirty talk, slight dacryphilia, praise kink
AN: inspired by the Arctic monkeys song mostly towards the end lol. POC inclusive; reader has no specified race :)
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The gentle thumps of Simon’s heart were you favorite lullaby. It was a peaceful afternoon that was spent on the couch in his arms. A show that was long forgotten and eventually muted played on the TV as you listened intently to the stories of his team’s successes and shenanigans. Simon never told stories about being on the field aside from giving context. Other than that, it was a topic that was never brought up or desired. You hummed in almost a dream state while his endless pits for eyes stared back at you.
Though his face was hidden, you could tell that his face was content. Smiling? You weren’t too sure. He put his finger under your chin and gave gentle strokes to your lip, “Can I ask you something?”
You nodded.
“When I’m gone…do you worry?”
“Yes.”
Simon’s body tensed slightly at your immediate response. He wasn’t quite sure how to process such a quick and simple answer to something he never thought was possible. “That so?”
Softly, you repeated, “Yes, Simon. I do worry…”
He pressed, “Why?”
A scoff. “Because I love you. When you love someone, you worry…that’s why I love your stories so much. I love hearing my best friend tell me that through all this shit, he’s still happy. Even if you don’t show it.”
A deafening silence fell over the room. While Simon’s grip on your smaller frame tightened. He loved that, despite you being above the average height for a female, he was still larger than you. You couldn’t say you didn’t agree. It wasn’t everyday that you met someone who you had to look up at to talk too or to be on the receiving end of bear hugs. Simon’s balaclava was lifted to reveal his mouth as he left a small kiss on your forehead, “You’re too good for me, Y/N. I don’t want you to worry.”
You looked up at him right as he’d pulled his mask back down and held the side of his face, not caring if it was uncovered or not, “I don’t let it consume me, Si. I promise. Deep down I always know you’ll come back to me, as I would you.”
He chuckled, “You a poet now? Can’t say I don’t like the idea.”
A gaggle of giggles rang in Simon’s ears, almost making him feel like he was on another world; a heavenly choir in the church of Notre Dame. Soft thighs straddled his own scarred and muscular ones while plus lips pressed themselves against the fabric of his temple, “Good to know…how’re your dreams?”
Simon nodded, “Less, but still shit of course. When I’m with you they seem to be toned down a touch. I get to slit someone’s throat instead of making their head explode.”
You but the inside of your cheek, holding back a smirk, “Shut the fuck up, Simon.”
Your heart fluttered, a dreamy look overtaking your features at his deep, gravely chuckle. Your favorite vibrator. “I’m glad they’ve lessened. Even if it’s temporary. I like being your distraction.”
The large man shifted in his spot, bending a leg up between your thighs and nodding, “Yeah?”
A sly smirk creased the sides of his eyes a bit at the sight of your chest puffing out a bit and your brows upturning. The grip of your hands on his shoulders made his stomach tighten while you let out a small, “M…Mhm..”
Simon rubbed his thumb against your lip again, whispering as his other started to knead and rub your ass, “You my good girl?”
The heat of your face and excitement of anticipation began to make your brain almost shut down in complete submission. Your hips moved in their own as they ground against his thigh, “Yeah…”
SMACK
You yelped and gasped when he held the bottom of your face tightly, “Yeah? I don’t remember you being so disrespectful, love. Answer me properly. Go on.”
The setting sun casted a perfect sparkle in your eyes and lip gloss as your lip trembled from his stinging spanking. “I’m sorry; ye-“
SMACK
Simon leaned back, opening his legs more to ease the discomfort of a throbbing pressure from his pants, “You’re sorry, what?”
You whimpered at the feel of his hand going lower to your throat while he gripped your hip, “Answer me.”
A shaky whimper, “I-…I’m sorry, sir.”
He nodded, “That’s right. I’ll ask you one last time. Are you my good girl?”
The emphasis on my made a pleasurable, damn near orgasm inducing shiver run up your spine as you breathlessly answered, “Yes, sir. I’m all yours. I…I belong to you.”
Simon chuckled, “Yeah?”
You eagerly nodded, a wave of arousal beginning to drip through the thin center of your panties, “Fuck….yes, sir.”
His head lifted itself as his thumb slid its way into your mouth, “Seems to me like you’re expecting something a little more. Isn’t there?”
No longer having the composure to answer clearly, you nodded. The look in your eyes indicated a lustful high that Simon had no choice but to fulfill as you began to squeeze his thigh with your own. He whispered against your ear, “You’re enjoying this quite a bit, love. Maybe you’re more of a cock hungry whore than a good girl, aye?”
You clenched at his dirty taunting, making you furrow your brow and whine. He began to subtly hump his hard erection against the tight fabric of his pants while his hand pressed against your lower back, urging you to start moving again. Your sweet whimpered pants through your nose mixed with the sight of you giving him a pleading look whilst keeping his thumb in your mouth made his heart melt and his cock throb.
Simon continued, starting to lightly pant, “That’s it. You are a dirty whore, aye, love? I can already feel you leaking through my trousers. Ride my leg harder, come on. I know you can.”
Without hesitation, you began a faster pace. Your nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt that covered your body made you drunker off his scent. A rough, teasing friction from your clit rendered you practically stupid from needy desire. You whimpered, “Y-…you’re s-so…hah….so mean…S-Simon.”
He huskily challenged, “Hmph. yeah? Do you like that, you fuckin sket?”
You could only nod, “Fffuck…I-…mmm, I like it…c-can you be worse? Please?”
Simon groaned at your soft hand gently squeezing and massaging his large bulge while your other hand left his shoulder to lift your shirt up and reveal your hardened nipples and heated tits. He was at the edge of treating you nicely, but figured one more tease wouldn’t hurt.
He huffed and tossed you onto the couch before standing and walking into the hallway. You furrowed your brow at the sudden change in atmosphere, “S-Simon…? Simon?! Did I say something?!”
Panicked you’d somehow triggered him, you scrambled up and speed walked to the hallway, “Baby, are you oka-“
Half way into the hallway, you gasped as a hand slapped itself over your mouth while your feet were lifted off the floor. Your heart pounded in excitement while Simon lowly warned in your ear, “I’m doing just fine, love. You won’t be once I’m done with you, though.”
You widened your eyes as he brought you into the bedroom and locked the door. He dropped you on the mattress and forced himself between your legs before you could wiggle into a comfortable position. He held your neck and gave one powerful thrust through his pants, “You think you deserve to be fucked so soon, you fuckin slag?”
A loud moan escaped your mouth before trying to answer him, “Y-yes, sir!!”
He huffed, leaning close to your ear, “Why’s that?”
Overwhelming tears of anticipation and hunger dripped from your eyes as you whimpered, “Because…I’ve waited s-so long for you…sir!”
“Mmm,” he mused as his now cold, bare hand slid under your shirt to pinch and play with your hardening nipples, “good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”
His other hand squeezed your neck, “You like being treated like shit though, don’t you? That’s not what good girls do.”
You furrowed your brow and ground your hips against his bulge, whining out, “Fuck, Simon, please! Please, I want you to use me!!”
“Use you? Hah. You really are a fucking slag. Get on all fours, before I slap you into next year.”
As you hurried onto your knees and elbows, Simon began to rub your bare ass, muttering, “Filthy cunt. I bet when I’m gone this is all your stupid little brain can think about, hm?”
You whimpered, peeking over your shoulder as the jingling from his belt buckle made your walls clench and stomach tighten. The heat in your cheeks rose to the point of dizziness at how he’d read you like a book. You yelped as a loud smack rang through the room, “Answer me.”
“Hah! Y-yes! Yes, I do!”
Simon’s skin burned in arousing agony watching you squirm and beg for him. Your arousal dripped from your cunt and down your thighs making you grip the sheets tightly. You’re embarrassment only made you dumber for his cock and that’s exactly how he loved seeing you.
His jaw clenched while his leaking, throbbing tip ground and prodded at your weeping cunt. You panted, “S-SimAH~!!”
You moaned out as he finally thrusted himself into you, going until his stomach was pressed right up against your stinging ass. He shoved two fingers into your mouth while he gripped your side as you squirmed at the stretch. It felt so good to be so full of him like this, yet it still hurt to adjust. “Don’t you fucking run away from me. You can take it. I know you can.”
He licked your spine all the way up to the side of your neck; peppering your shoulder and neck with sloppy, wet kisses before biting your earlobe and beginning a hard, steady pace. You whimpered and moaned while your tongue danced between the spaces of his fingers, getting wetter at the feel of your warm saliva dripping down your chin and throat.
Simon stared at you, encompassed by the sinfully angelic sight of you succumbing to pure sin and lust. After being gone for so long, the sight of you made him feel like he was a demon who’d stolen a pure angel from heaven. But no punishment was going to come close to stopping him from ravaging and marking you as his and his alone forever.
Your moans and muffled begs for more made him snake his hand around your side to your breasts, kneading and squeezing them like they were his saving grace after a harsh battle. A blissful, beautiful distraction. He panted into your ear as he went faster, feeling his high teasing him as he played with your most vulnerable spot, “I love you. I love you so much, my love. Fuck…fuuckk that’s it, take me in like you always have. That’s fucking it, good girl.”
The wetness of his fingers coated your nipples before wrapping them around your throat, “Say it back, love. Come on, my sweet girl. Do it for me.”
You whimpered and wheezed a bit as he gripped your neck, “I-….Hmmm ffffuuckkk I love you, Simon. I love you so much baby, I love you!! I love you I love you!”
Simon gave a deep groan and whimpered in your ear. Your words made his dick twitch and his own made your walls clench tightly around him, “Sh-…shit. Shit…ugh, say it again. Say my fucking name again, Y/N, say it.”
Your eyes rolled back as you gripped and clawed at his wrist and swallowed, “Fuck me, Simon. I wanna be your fuck toy, Simon! I’m all yours! Mmmm, my sweet husband, I’m all yours. All fucking yours, Simon Riley!”
His moans and groans sent you over the edge as he held you as close to him as he could, making you give a silent scream of pleasure from your orgasm coating his dick and dripping down his balls. While the two of you caught your breath, Simon’s head rang with your words. Specifically the title of ‘my sweet husband’.
The two of you had never talked about marriage as he didn’t want to give any potential threats incentive to hurt you out of spite for him or his team. But fuck, it filled his heart with pure joy, pride, and a primal need to protect you for as long as he stood on this earth.
While the Simon bathed you in a tub full of bubbles and scattered flower petals, you thought of the same comment. It sent butterflies through your stomach and a childish giddiness through your body. While Simon kissed and rinsed your body, you quietly spoke, “About um…that husband comment…I know we haven’t talked about it. I’m sorry if I-“
“That’ll do, my love. Don’t apologize. I didn’t mind it.”
You turned to look at him and gave a hopeful smile with cartoon-like sparkles in your eyes, “Really?”
He stared at you, his thumb and index finger holding your chin, “Really. I’m sorry I can’t marry you right now…but you’ll always be my wife in my eyes.”
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and a burning sting invaded your nostrils. With a small adjustment to his already lifted mask, he planted a passionate, loving kiss on your lips. Your hands cupped his cheeks, reciprocating his pure love and adoration for you. Your foreheads pressed together while you whispered, “I love you, Simon.”
Simon gave a rare but small grin, “I love you too.”
#fan fiction#simon ghost riley#ghost x reader#mw2 2022#military#tall reader#dirty talk#female reader#gaming#video games#call of duty mw2#mw2 x reader#ghost brain rot#ghost is babygirl#ghost cod#simon ghost riley smut#big scary man make me go purr#i want him#goddamn#thirsty thots#poc friendly#praise and degredation#verbal degradation#degredation kink
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Until he gets tired.
Heian Era! Ryomen Sukuna x Male! Reader
Warnings: 🕊️ DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT. Dom! sukuna, sub! reader. reader is simply crazy. Size kink, cut play, mention of the term 'sex slave', dub-con, sex even when passed out, bulge in the belly, begging, abusive relationship, words written intentionally wrong, sukuna has two dicks, fainting, monster romance (for obvious reasons). DNI MINORS.
Summary: Being Sukuna's partner is something completely insane. Aside from the fact that Sukuna is incapable of loving anyone, he seems to take a twisted pleasure in hurting his partners. Every night, [Name] knows that the next day, he will wake up completely destroyed.
The climate was pleasant. Not too cold, not too hot, a gentle breeze blew through the walls and windows of Sukuna's temple. But what made everything scary and strange were the screams that came from inside.
Today was a special day. [Name] and Sukuna, the king of curses, had completed a hundred years together, as partners. Normally no one would celebrate this, since... Who would want to stand next to Sukuna? No one would be crazy enough to do that.
But, [Name] is.
"Uhm~ 'Kuna..."
The ancient sorcerer purrs. [Name] was sitting in the lap of the curse, skin completely exposed for anyone to see, but protected so no one can touch. And of course no one would touch, who would even dare to come close to the one who is so 'well taken care of' by Ryomen Sukuna. His chest was already completely red and full of small cuts, which were leaking almost invisible drops of blood. He didn't even know how he managed to stay awake anymore, it seemed simply impossible not to pass out there. Not because of the small and insignificant loss of blood, but rather for the pain in his lower parts.
[Name] couldn't move, couldn't even dare breathe wrong, if he didn't want to get slapped in the face. It seemed like an impossible task, and it really was, since Sukuna's dick wasn't just anything, or just an organ. It was big, ridiculously big, it seemed like a joke to imagine that it could fit on someone. So much so that only the cockhead managed to enter the sorcerer's body.
But Sukuna didn't care at all, of course not. He smiled when he saw his flushed face, expressing pain and clearly distorted pleasure. And instead of helping, he only makes the situation worse, squeezing hard around [Name]'s entire length so that he's unable to cum. This felt more like a punishment than a reward for staying by his side for so long.
"Such a dirty little whore... Are you that used to it? Don't you even scream in desperation for me to get out of you? I don't know if I find this interesting or pathetic." He says, with his typical arrogant and self-centered tone.
Deciding that he would take things more seriously, the King of Curses pulls [Name]'s hands close enough to him, so that the younger man is completely lying on top of Sukuna, being the perfect target for the all-out aggression the older man has in mind. He liked seeing his partner like this, but he much preferred seeing him screaming and crying because he couldn't handle his dick.
[Name] lets out a howl of pain as his severed chest is thrown hard against Sukuna's chest. It was like a thousand needles going into his skin because of the small cuts located in the area, but he still managed to find pleasure in the pain.
"Sukuna...! That hurts...!"
"I know."
Suddenly, agonizing screams of pain can be heard from far away. The screams were definitely from [Name], who was now being fucked mercilessly. He drooled against the other man's shoulder while still going through the trouble of jerking off his other cock. It was always so painful, the older man's balls aggressively slapped his ass, while his dick reached the deepest layer of his body, crushing his prostate with ease.
"Stop, please!~ Sho painf- ah!"
He doesn't even have time to complain before another of Sukuna's tricks is revealed. The two bodies completely glued together served so that the mouth on the monster-man's stomach could willingly take in [Name]'s red and swollen cock. He doesn't even know what to feel. It hurts, but he's about to cum!
And...
...To faint...
This lasts all night, and several times, [Name] even faints. It didn't end until Sukuna got tired, and he could never easily get tired of his beloved sex slave. When [Name] wakes up in the morning, a small pool of blood was formed on his bed, and next to the bed, a calm and silent Sukuna was cleaning his own body, which was dirty with fluids from both of them. When looking at his body, the sorcerer realizes that his chest was no longer the only thing that was bleeding, but his entire body. His belly was even full, certainly from Sukuna's loads of cum, which were clearly not few. He can barely stay awake for long before passing out again from exhaustion and blood loss.
#male reader#jujutsu kaisen#ryomen sukuna#sukuna smut#jjk x reader#jjk sukuna#smut#sukuna x reader#sukuna x male reader#jjk#dead dove do not eat
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Loved the Sukuna post. Now... Hear me out...
Bottom Sukuna..
male reader..
some nsfw and sfw hcs
Bottom!Sukuna x Male reader
A/N : ANON I LOVE YOUR BRAIN (the sfw is just more domestic headcanons, I love making big scary mean men domesticated 😁😁😏😏)
A/N : I might have been listening to flesh by Simon Curtis while cooking up the nsfw part
WARNINGS : OOC!Sukuna / Power bottom!Sukuna / Top!reader / a lot of kinky shit / mentions slapping / choking / knife knife / blood play
This man will not show an ounce of submission in public
However remember when I said he loves for you to trace the marks on him. When he is super relaxed a slight pur can be heard. (I HEAD CANON THAT HE PURRS JUST HEAR ME OUT PLEASE. I BEGGING YOU)
However it's not loud and can only be heard when he speaks but you can feel it. Low rumbles in his chest
If you have any hobbies he would act so uninterested but he is full of shit
He would slyly ask about them and take note of them
Only trusts uraume alone with you
Finds everything you watch fucking stupid and boring. He would literally groan anytime you put something on. Would he sit down and watch with you…….yes but will he complain for a bit…..of course he would
Like I said previously he is a pretty good cook but if you are even better than him he would just watch you cook. There is something captivating about you being focused and concentrated. (He will probably get in the mood for some fun 😏)
NSFW
For him to even consider you topping him would take alot of convincing. "You topping me? Do you view me as some type of weakling" He would laugh loudly in your face
Before you get to chance to top him you have to prove to him that you can take him. That you can handle him.
So that means an all night session with him. He will ruin you all night and if you pass then you will get the glorious victory.
Let's just say he was shocked when you succeeded. He tried everything to make you tap out but nothing seem to work.
POWER!BOTTOM
He wants you to FUCK him.
He wants you to treat him like he does you, well at least try to
"Don't go gently with me now. I'm not weak , I can fucking take it"
When you finally gripped his hips and started to pound into him he would let out a manic laugh. It startled you a little bit but you carried on
"There you go fuck me like a strong man"
When he tops you he mostly groans but when you fuck him for the first time he literally growls and grits his teeth
He can not let your hear how good you are making him feel
But you will feel it
Ooooooh lord God help you because he will leave SCRATCHES on your back, anywhere
He will dig his nails into any part of your skin so please have antibiotic ointment on hand. Love watching the blood trickle from were his nails have been. Will lick your blood
DO NOT TEASE HIM OR TIE HIM UP because if you do that just means hell when he tops you again
When I say treat him like he does you, slap him, fuck his throat, overestimate him, choke him, bite him. Everything be ROUGH
AND I MEAN CHOKE HIM, this psychotic mother fucker would smile while his lungs aren’t getting air
Slap his face, thighs, ass everything. He lives for the stings
The only time he would beg you while bottoming is for you to sit on his face or to cum in his throat
Put a knife to his throat as you pound into him, he would think you are the sexiest thing to ever walk the earth
Maybe even cut him a little bit , collect his blood on your fingers and shove them in his mouth 😏😏
CAN LAST ALL NIGHT, you will probably run out of energy before does so could luck
I want to give him the most coma inducing diabolical earth shaking galaxy destroying supernova creating backshots. 🤸♂️🤸♂️
#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x male reader#male reader#sukuna#sukuna x reader#sukuna x male reader#sukuna ryomen
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Uncanny Vash HC’s (SFW)
Authors Note: I’m sweating I have so many drafts to get out so I'm going in order, I promise all your ask shall be answered let me feed the creature lovers rq tho-
Uncanny Vash is funny and I like to think about weird creature boyfriend, some repeats from the cuddling HC’s because this was already in the works but suck it up buttercup
• I’ll start easy with my “Vash purr’s” propaganda because Vash 100% purrs
•Only thing is he’s not a small animal, he’s a full grown man (plant?) so his purring is a bit different, it’s pretty loud and sounds like a rumbling motor rather than a soft rattle, and often sounds like it comes from every direction. It’s a bit unnerving if you don’t know it’s him making the noise
•It’s still soothing though, especially if your laying on his chest or if he’s laying on you? Let those vibrations sooth you to sleep, Vash happy purring naps are the best
• Staying on the topic of noises, Vash can do that chattering thing cats do. He doesn’t do it unless he’s with people he’s close with but if he’s interested in something you’ll just hear “ack ack ack ack” and turn to see him laser focused on something chittering away
•Vash’s eyes do that animal reflection thing, and it’s honestly terrifying to wake up to at night and although he knows they do this he some how never comprehends how scary it is to see him looking at you in the dark
•I see it like that one south park audio:
*Everyone in the dark*
Meryl: “Y/N I’m starting to think this is a really bad idea”
Milly: “Oh I’m not Y/N, I’m Milly! I thought you were Y/N?”
Meryl: “No I’m Meryl”
Wolfwood: “You’re Meryl? Where’s Y/N?”
Meryl: “Who are you?”
Wolfwood: “I’m Wolfwood!”
Vash who’s eyes are currently glowing in the dark: “ha ha guess who I am you guys!”
•All of Vash’s proportions are just ever so slightly off, it’s a plant thing, you’ve seen his sisters. This is one that freaks people out because sometimes they notice it but can’t figure out what they are seeing
•Basically: his arms and legs are just a little too long, his fingers stretch a bit too far, his eyes are a little too big, he’s a bit too tall, all stuff that once added up are kind of hard to pick out when your looking at him as a whole, so you know something is off about this man but you just don’t know what...
•Teeth? Teeth. Vash has fangs, in fact most his back teeth starting from his canines are pretty sharp. You don’t really notice unless he yawns and you watch as all his sharp back teeth are flashed in his gaping mouth and- oh he stopped yawning don’t worry about it
•Vash can drink water with his skin. His sisters have to live in the tanks and take in water through their skin and while Vash prefers to drink like a normal human he can totally dip his hand in anybody of water and it’ll hydrate him. It’s a party trick his does for the group and it freaks Wolfwood out when he drains a cup with his hand
•Vash frog blinks lmao. If he stares at something for too long or is really focused he’ll blink one eye and then the other, he can’t help it
•Speaking of which, Vashes eyes are triple eyelided like a crocodiles, which means he can be asleep and his eyes are wide open. It also means when he frog blinks you can see the other eye lid if you stare hard enough, scares a lot of bar goers who happen to look a bit too closely
•One time Milly had a whole conversation with Vash thinking he was awake but he was not. He was asleep. It’s that damn extra eyelid...if he’s really tired he falls asleep with his eyes open like that. It’s weird.
•He doesn’t keep body heat very well. Maybe it’s due to the fact his sisters live in water but he likes being in the sun to soak up it’s warmth (why else do you think he can wear that coat in the heat?)
•Vash...if he’s distressed will make this noise. You’ve only heard it once when a city was destroyed and he thought you were dead but...it’s like a howl or animal in pain? It echoed through the entire desert and your body had a visceral reaction to it like it was warning you of a feral animal not to be messed with. When you had stumbled out of the rumble the noise had ended as Vash quickly scooped you up into his arms sobbing telling you never to do that again, it still keeps you up sometimes when you think about it
•Vash...somehow? blends in with his surroundings very well. It’s kind of weird, if he stands still its like...hard to see him? but it shouldn’t be, logically this man in a bright red coat should not be able to be missed but sometimes it’s like your brain forces you not to see him. He knows it freaks people out so he talks with his hands and moves a lot so it doesn't happen
•Feathers! Vash sprouts feathers. Usually it’s when he’s very content or happy although it can happen in extreme distress too. They look like normal bird feathers but they shimmer slightly and they feel weird like they’re made of hair, fern or something softer, Vash is pretty embarrassed about them but it’s super pretty
•Vash sometimes get’s places he shouldn’t be able to get to. Your motel room will be fully locked with no key and you’ll open it to see the blonde on the bed and he’ll just wave like it’s no issue. Trust me don’t ask how he got there
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Lullaby (a Trolls fanfic)
Summary: On the way to their first destination, the Trolls have a brief campout for the night
A/N: An idea by FandomKingdomGirl on AO3 as well as @pixarchan :)
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Nobody realized how much of a distance it was to their first stop, until the sky began to turn a gradient sunset color, and then gave way into night.
They had set out in the morning, traveling all day without rest, and it had taken its toll on the caterbus. Rhonda stretched out each of her four green legs and then flopped down on the ground, letting out a great big yawn. John Dory seated himself next to her and patted her fondly, the caterbus letting out a happy little purr in response.
Poppy in the meantime had nursed a fire, supplying wood to it so that it continued to keep them each warm. Sleeping bags were being set up by Branch around it, so they could all turn in for the night and be readily re-energized once tomorrow came.
“Ooo,” Tiny Diamond said, seeing the setup. “Are we gonna be telling scary stories?”
“No,” Poppy shook her head. “We’re gonna go to sleep.”
“What?” Tiny said, like he couldn’t believe it.
“It’s way past your bedtime,” the Pop Queen said matter-of-factly.
“A man doesn’t need bedtime!” Tiny Diamond pouted, crossing his arms.
“Oh, yes you do!” Poppy said. “How else are you gonna grow up to be big and strong?”
“Aunt Poppy, I’m already big and strong, see?” He flexed the teeny little muscles he had on his arms and Poppy sighed.
Branch could tell she was tired. With how energetic she was throughout the day, it all came crashing down at night. A fussy child was not something she would rather deal with right now when there was a nice, comfortable slumber awaiting her. So Branch stepped in to help.
“Proud of your boy
I'll make you proud of your boy
Believe me, bad as I've been, Ma
You're in for a pleasant surprise,
I've wasted time
I've wasted me
So say I'm slow for my age
A late bloomer, Okay, I agree…”
Branch sang just loud enough so that it could be heard over the crackling of the flames, and other nature sounds around them. Poppy glanced at him with delighted surprise, always charmed to hear his voice, but Tiny Diamond wasn’t sharing her sentiments exactly.
“A lullaby?” he said. “Nice try, but that never - “ He broke off, yawning suddenly, and realizing that it just might be working. Seeing that it was, Branch continued.
“That I've been one rotten kid
Some son, some pride and some joy
But I'll get over these lousin' up
Messin' up, screwin' up times
You'll see, Ma, now comes the better part
Someone's gonna make good
Cross his stupid heart
Make good and finally make you
Proud of your boy…”
It was clear that Tiny was falling to the sleeping spell, with the way he was bobbing his head and trying really hard not to let his eyes get too droopy. But he was being stubborn. He still had his glittery arms crossed and was sitting up straight. But Branch didn’t let it deter him.
“Tell me that I've been a louse and loafer
You won't get a fight here, no ma'am
Say I'm a goldbrick, a good-off, no good
But that couldn't be all that I am
Water flows under the bridge
Let it pass, let it go
There's no good reason that you should believe me
Not yet, I know, but…”
Poppy sighed in admiration, her hands tucked under her chin and her eyes dilated. He was so captivating when he sang. That voice of his was something special, a gift from the heavens that bore much talent. It was no longer anything new to her, but it was to someone else who hadn’t heard his singing voice for nearly two decades.
John Dory was just about to snooze against his pet caterbus, when Branch’s singing had made him perk right up. It sounded totally bro-dacious! Not realizing it, his jaw had dropped and his eyes had gone wide as the realization came to him. That was Baby Branch, the little infant who was only an inch tall and who’d sang there on stage next to him when he was a teenager, with a voice that was still developing in strength and uniqueness. Clearly, Branch hadn’t given up singing, and he seemed to have perfected his vocals so stunningly in the years he was on his own…
… years that John Dory was absent for.
A guilt suddenly came upon the teal Troll. He began to think back to how he’d greeted Branch back at the wedding earlier that day, as if no years had passed by, as though it was just another day up to their brotherly antics, when it obviously wasn’t the case. There were many years in between, years where he could’ve seen Branch grow into that lovely voice, and helped guide him there vocally. That was no longer possible… not without a time machine, which, didn’t exist of course.
Still, he wondered if there was a way to make amends to that bond…
“Someday and soon
I'll make you proud of your boy
Though I can't make myself taller
Or smatter or handsome or wise…”
John Dory had taken a leap of faith in joining in on the song, hoping that Branch wouldn’t get upset. Branch did not stop singing, but he did look over in surprise at his brother. A part of him was annoyed. He hadn’t wanted JD to sing with him. He wanted to sing with him only when the time required it, when they had already retrieved Spruce and Clay and were ready to do the perfect Family Harmony to free Floyd. But he couldn’t stop himself now. It would break the serene melody that was finally making Tiny shut his eyes for good, the fight in him to stay awake lost.
“I'll do my best, what else can I do?
Since I wasn't born perfect like Dad or you
Mom, I will try to
Try hard to make you
Proud of your boy…”
Both brothers sang, and Branch felt a little spark inside him once they’d concluded. It hadn’t sounded awful. It had sounded pretty good, and John Dory was beaming at him. Branch didn’t scowl at him. He didn’t smile just yet, but he wasn’t frowning or huffing either. He was just looking at him with the slightest hint of appreciation.It wasn’t much, but it was just enough for JD to get that vibe that things could be amended. They weren’t beyond repair - they could still be put right.
Poppy was bubbly with joy as she grabbed the sleeping baby and tucked him into one of the sleeping bags. Tiny smiled in his sleep and cuddled the blanket close to him, sucking his thumb. She then turned her gaze to Branch and JD, and could see the expressions on their faces. They’re going to be great friends by the end of this trip! Poppy thought to herself, looking forward to when she would see her boyfriend and his brother pal around, singing songs and hugging and dancing like they had years before.
Branch broke his gaze away first, and he glanced around them. “Wait… where am I gonna sleep?”
Poppy cocked her head. “Huh?” She looked down, and suddenly realized the predicament. Poppy had placed Tiny in Branch’s sleeping bag, and by the looks of it, the Trolling seemed far too comfortable to be moved. Aside from John Dory’s sleeping bag, which he was already settled into, there was only Poppy’s pink one.
“Ohhh… oops,” the Pop Queen said, biting her lip in contemplation.
“Hmm,” JD thought, and then he snapped his fingers as he thought of a perfect solution. “Say, why don’tcha sleep together!”
“WHAT?!”
John Dory reared back as the two Trolls yelled in shock back at him. “Whoa, chill, alright? I just thought the sleeping bag looked big enough to fit ya,” he explained. “What’d you think I meant?”
As Poppy’s face turned red with a blush, Branch already began to walk off. “You know what? I, uh, I can just gather some leaves and moss and stuff and I’ll just make myself a pile to sleep on, okay? Okay!” He hurried off.
“But won’t that be uncomfortable?” John Dory called after him.
“NOPE!” came the strained reply.
JD was confused when Poppy too didn’t want to speak anymore. “Well, goodnight!” she squeaked, quickly tucking herself into the pink sleeping bag and making sure to turn her face away from his.
John Dory exchanged a baffled look with Rhonda. “Was it something I said?”
Rhonda only shrugged.
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A/N: Song is "Proud of Your Boy" from the Aladdin musical 🎶
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#dreamworks#branch trolls#poppy trolls#john dory#tiny diamond#fanfiction#kittyball writes
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He who Lovescraft loves loudest
AN: Here is my contribution to Stucky Halloween. I don’t really do true scary things, so I went a bit of a different route.
Big thanks go to @greekgeek24 for organising the event and making not only the cover for this fic, and for all the fics that are being entered, but also for the custom bonus image she made for me to share with you guys - you'll find it at the end.
Another big thanks goes to @zenaidamacrouras1 for beta-ing and giggling along to this silly story.
This story also fills Square O2 of my @stuckybingo card - Eldritch Horror as well as the October challenge prompt - Haunted House, and Square B3 on my @steverogersbingo card - Himbo Steve.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Summary: There’s some scary goings-on around campus. Several students have ended up in hospital, traumatised by something they’ve seen. Bucky, Steve, Sam, Nat and Alpine decide to investigate. Will they discover what’s going on and more importantly, will Bucky get lucky with Steve?
Relationships: Cap Quartet friendship, Steve x Bucky, FWB Nat x Sam.
Word Count: 6k
CW: College AU (all are late teens/early 20’s), kissing, groping, suggestive language, Bucky is constantly horny, Steve is a bit of a himbo, Nat has Sam right where she wants him, Scooby-doo inspired, crack treated seriously, cartoon style slapstick, Alpine is obviously the heroine, recreational drug usage (it goes without saying that in real life you should not have your cat inside your hotbox....)
It was quiet and peaceful in the library until Sam and Nat burst in. Steve had said he wanted to study, but Bucky had managed to convince him, as easily as usual, that making out would also be a good use of their time.
Bucky was straddling his boyfriend's sinfully muscular thighs, arms wrapped around his neck, enjoying the feel of Steve’s lips against his own. Enjoying the way Steve’s tongue was snaking its way into his mouth. Enjoying the way both of their partially chubbed up cocks were pressed against each other through their layers of clothes.
It was in the back of his mind that it would probably be relatively easy to convince Steve to abandon the library altogether for the soft bench seats in the back of his van and a lot less clothing. However, that’s when the other two appeared.
Nat, making a statement with her skin tight purple jeans and matching top, threw her bag down onto the table and slumped into the nearest uncomfortable wooden chair, all the while making gagging sounds. Bucky pulled away from Steve with a sigh, sliding back onto his own chair. Steve chased his lips for a few seconds before realising why Bucky was no longer kissing the shit outta him. He blushed and immediately turned back to his books, pointlessly trying to make it look as though that was what he’d been doing all along.
“I don’t even know why you two even bother coming to the library to study,” Sam teased, smoothing out his orange turtleneck. “One of these days Mrs. Parker is gonna catch you and throw you out. That’s if she doesn’t throw you out for smuggling your cat in.”
Bucky spun his chair around, planted his feet in Nat’s lap and tilted his head back to seeSam pointing at Bucky’s backpack. As if on queue, a small, white, furry head popped out of the open zipper.
“Mrow.” Bucky reached out his hand to scritch the top of her head and she started to purr.
“Nah. Mrs P loves Alpine. Who do you think gave my princess a taste for fresh cooked chicken? And she loves me too, especially after I helped her nephew study for his mechanics exam. Doc Octavious gave Peter an A. ”
“I don’t know how you do it, man,” Sam grumbled. “You never seem to study, but still manage to ace all your classes. Meanwhile the rest of us gotta work double time. Especially Goldilocks over there.” Sam jerked his thumb and Bucky twisted in his seat. Steve had gone back to his books, but he still had a cute flush covering his neck and cheeks and his hair was adorably mussed. Bucky smiled indulgently, taking in the sight of his boyfriend in his tight navy slacks and white cotton shirt, before turning back to Sam.
“It’s not my fault I’ve got more natural talent than any of you goobers.” Nat glared at him and shoved his booted feet from her knees. “What are you two here for anyway? I thought you were going to have your own ‘study session’.” He raised his hands in air quotes and Nat’s glare got more intense. Alpine ducked her head back into the bag.
“We’re here,” she ground out, “because there’s been another attack.” Bucky looked at Nat askance and her announcement even got Steve’s attention as his head snapped up too.
“Yikes! Who was it, and when?” Steve’s shyness at being caught making out melted away, replaced with his no-nonsense ‘mother-hen’ tone. Bucky decided he loved Steve all the more for it.
Sam moved around the table and sat down on Steve’s other side. “It was Clint and Laura. They were found late last night, wandering around near the campus coffee shop.” He pulled a fold out map from his jeans pocket and spread it across the table. Steve picked up one of his pencils and, tongue poking out between his lips, drew an X on it. It was the fourth such mark on the paper.
Bucky scooched his chair closer, pushed his shaggy, shoulder-length hair out of his face, and peered over Steve’s shoulder. Nat got up from her seat and stood behind all of them, resting her hand on Bucky’s back.
“They were crying and talking nonsense when Campus security found them. They’re up at the hospital. I was gonna go up there in a bit and see if I could get anything out of them.” Her tone was laced with anger and Bucky turned his head to look at the clenched fingers of her free hand. Outside of him, Sam and Steve, Clint was one of Nat’s closest friends and she also adored his long term girlfriend Laura, having announced early on that the pair were definitely ‘endgame’.
“I can’t believe that Dean Fury isn’t doing anything about this. This is the fifth attack in just over two weeks and he’s acting like it’s nothing but Spooky Season pranks that have gotten out of hand.”
Bucky wouldn’t put it past Nat to storm into Fury’s office and refuse to leave until he took it seriously. She might not be the tallest, but she was definitely scary when she wanted to be.
“I think I see a pattern,” Sam said, cautiously. His finger tapped down on the map. “Here are the first two attacks, then the third, fourth and finally, the one last night. They’re all within half a block of the old Borson house.”
Steve’s brows drew together. “But no-one has lived there for years. As I understand it, the realtors only just got hold of his daughter to get her to agree to sell.”
“It gives me the heeby-jeebies,” said Bucky. “But maybe we should check it out this evening?”
“Got any twos?” asked Sam.
“Go fish,” Nat responded before she held out her hand for the joint Bucky was passing her. Sam grumbled and drew a card from the deck.
It was smokey and dark in the back of Bucky’s van, but that wasn’t unusual. Nor was the fact that, once again, Bucky was sitting on Steve’s lap. Now he’d passed the joint on, he could return to kissing Steve.
Steve’s lips opened under his, so Bucky let go of his mouth full of smoke, shotgunning it to his boyfriend. Steve moaned back, his hands tightening on Bucky’s waist and rocking them together.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Buck. Must be the luckiest guy in school.”
“If we were alone you could be even luckier,” Bucky mumbled into the soft skin of Steve’s neck.
“But you’re not,” drawled Nat, “so clothes stay on and flies stay zipped. That means you, Barnes. We all know who the bad influence is around here.”
“Anyway,” added Sam, “aren’t you two supposed to be keeping a lookout? Can’t do that while your lips are attached together.”
Bucky turned his head and stuck his tongue out at Sam. “You’re such a square.”
Sam raised an eyebrow and took a long pull on the joint. “I think you need to reframe your definition, man. I’m sitting in the back of a beat up van, smoking a joint, keeping an eye out for an unknown monster terrorising our campus and getting beaten at ‘Go Fish!’ of all things. Also, I’m me. As far from square as they come.”
“Don’t get cocky, Wilson.” As she spoke, Nat stretched out her foot, placing it right into Sam’s crotch. Sam squeaked. Nat smiled.
“I still don’t quite understand what we’re even looking out for,” said Steve. “What did Laura say again?”
“Not a lot,” Nat replied as she stared down at her hand of cards, still rocking her foot back and forth. “She’s obviously traumatised from whatever it was that happened. Her parents said she wasn’t really talking at all, but when I got there she just grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled me really close. Then she just started muttering under her breath. The words ‘tentacles’ and ‘monster’. Then she let me go and went back to staring into space.” The others looked at her in horror, but Nat didn’t seem to notice. “Got any eights?”
Sam threw his cards down across the small table and the moment was broken. The slips of card slid across the melamine surface and Alpine, who had been lightly dozing upon it, opened her eyes and batted a few to the floor.
“Damn it, Romanoff. How the fuck do you do that?” Sam bent down with a huff to retrieve his cards, the joint wedged in the corner of his mouth.
“Observation, my dear Wilson. I can read you like a book.” As Sam sat back up, Nat plucked the joint from his lips and passed it back towards Steve and Bucky. She slipped around the table and slid onto the bench seat Sam was occupying, squishing him against the wall of the van. He grinned at her.
“And is that book the Karma Sutra?” He’d dropped his voice as low as it could go, pulling out all the stops.
“Depends how flexible you are, Sammy-boy.” Nat flicked the end of his nose and they both dissolved into giggles
Bucky, started to chuckle at their antics, when suddenly an ear-piercing scream from outside split the air.
“Jinkies!” Steve exclaimed and leapt to his feet, banging his head on the roof of the van and tumbling Bucky to the floor in the process. Both exclaimed in pain.
“Damn it, Stevie!”
“Sorry, Buck.” Steve rubbed at his head with one hand and with the other reached out to haul Bucky up from the floor. One strong jerk and Bucky was back on his feet. Bucky placed the joint in the ashtray and then rubbed at the ache in his ass. Sam and Nat were also on their feet and opening the sliding side door. Cool autumn air swirled into the space, flushing out the pungent fog they had all been cultivating.
Nat jumped down onto the asphalt, head tilted to the side as she waited to see whether any more noises would be forthcoming. She didn’t have to wait for long. A second scream met their ears and before any of the others could say anything she was off, sprinting towards whatever was happening. Sam and Steve looked at each other for a moment and then Sam sped away, hot on Nat’s heels.
“Nat! Wait!”
Bucky jumped down after him, but before he could follow suit he felt Steve’s large hands clamp down on his upper arms.
“Stay here, Bucky.”
“But Steve!” Bucky twisted in Steve’s hold to face him, confusion on his face.
“No, Bucky. I need to know you’re safe. Please. Stay here. You and Alpine. And we might need you to drive the van.” He dropped a kiss to Bucky’s forehead and then he was also running off into the streetlamp lit night.
Bucky watched him, mouth agape in stunned silence, before he stepped back and sat down on the edge of the open doorway.
“What the hell was that? Doesn’t he trust us, Al?” Bucky turned his head to look back into the van. Alpine was no longer sitting on the small table. “Al?” He stood up and then climbed into the van. “Alpine? Where are you, princess?” Bucky opened his backpack zipper wider, wondering whether his stalwart feline had decided to curl up in there for a snooze. No such luck.
Bucky planted his hands on his hips and let out a sigh. His girl was always trying to roam somewhere. He re-exited the van and strode over to bushes on the opposite side of the road.
“Alpine… Princess… Where are you sweetheart?” He ducked down but couldn’t see her. “Here, Alpine! Pss-pss-pss… I’ve got some chicken for you…” Bucky walked a little further down the sidewalk. She had to be around here somewhere. Just then, he caught movement in his peripheral vision; a dart of white disappearing between two fence planks.
“Ah-ha!” Bucky jogged off in pursuit. “You won’t get away from me.” He clambered over the short fence and followed the small blur of white into the shrubs. Branches snagged at his hair and his olive green t-shirt and he wished he’d worn a jacket now - it was a lot colder out here than he’d first thought and it would have protected his arms from getting scraped. The greenery thickened, forcing Bucky down onto his hands and knees. He shuffled forward and stuck his head and shoulders into a gap under one of the bushes. Alpine was sitting under it, swishing her tail angrily.
“There you are, Princess. Come on. Out you come. We need to get back to the van.” Carefully he reached out, but Alpine let out an uncharacteristic growl as he did. “Hey! What’s gotten into you?” She growled again, the hair on her back standing up on end. As Bucky looked at her in the gloom, he realised something. She wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at something behind him.
Bucky felt a chill go through him, and realised that the ground around him was taking on a green glow. He looked at Alpine, her fur also taking on the eerie hue.
“I don’t suppose that’s Sam, trying to scare the jeepers out of me?”
Alpine continued to growl.
“Didn’t think so…”
Bucky took a deep breath and then backed up quickly, intending to surprise whoever it was behind him with his speed. However, the weed from earlier had made him a little light-headed and as he stood up and spun around, the world spun with him. Something strange - green and non-human looking - started to coalesce in front of his eyes. It opened its mouth and let out an inhuman noise as something else wrapped around his arms. Bucky stepped back in alarm and caught his heel on a tree root. As he lost his balance the creature lost its grip on his arms, but that meant there was nothing to stop Bucky as he pitched backwards. Pain flared from the back of his skull as it connected with the ground. The green, monstrous figure loomed over him, getting closer, but the world continued to spin, before it all went black.
Bucky was shaking.
No. He was being shaken.
“Bucky. Baby. Please. Wake up. I need you to wake up.”
Bucky groaned. His head hurt so much and Steve’s voice was so loud.
“For god’s sake, Steve. Let him breathe.” That was Nat. Bucky groaned again and tried to open his eyes.
“M’okay, Steve,” he croaked out. “What happened? Where am I?”
He sat up, clinging onto Steve and finally managed to open his eyes. He was in the back of his van. Hazy memories flooded back in.
“Alpine! Where is she?” Bucky whipped his head around looking for his beloved pet, but he just went dizzy again and had to cling to Steve harder.
“She’s here, man.” Sam knelt down beside him, a struggling bundle of white fluff in his arms. He opened them and Alpine jumped down onto Bucky’s lap, rubbing her head against his middle and purring. “We came back to the van after finding out that the screaming was Hope Van Dyne - Scott had jumped out on her to give her a scare. It apparently worked too well, although Scott is now sporting a black eye. But when we got back you weren’t here and the door was open. Steve was starting to have a nervous breakdown when Al came running out from the trees, meowing her head off.”
Bucky felt Steve slide to sit down behind him and pull Bucky’s slimmer frame against his broad chest. Bucky allowed himself to be pulled into the hug and Sam continued.
“As soon as Steve got close to her she turned tail and ran off again, but stopped every few yards and looked behind her. She was seeing if we were following. What on earth were you doing in the yard of the Borson house?”
Bucky inhaled deeply, letting the smell of Steve’s cheap, but familiar, cologne sooth him. “It was Alpine. She ran in there first and I followed. I didn’t realise it was the Borson yard. I was concentrating too much on getting my princess back.”
Nat sat down cross-legged next to him, eyes roving over his face as if she were a nurse checking for signs of concussion. Knowing Nat, that’s probably what she was actually doing. “We found you unconscious and Steve carried you back here. What happened?”
Bucky’s brow furrowed as he tried to recall the details. “There was some kind weird person - creature - and it grabbed me, and made this horrible squealing sound. It was green. But I slipped and fell. Banged my head. I didn’t even see it that clearly.”
Sam let out a whistle. “Jeepers! I know you were baked, but what in the HP Lovecraft did you see?”
“I really don’t know, but I want to go home.”
Bucky was still nursing a headache the next day, which sucked for two reasons. Firstly, it was Halloween, and he, Steve, Nat and Sam were supposed to be going to a party tonight and currently he wasn’t feeling it. Secondly, it was making it harder than normal to pay attention in Professor Zemo’s History of Conflict in Europe class. He just wanted to go to sleep, preferably with his head resting on Steve’s stomach as his blonde boyfriend combed his fingers through his hair.
“Are you with us, Mr Barnes?” Sam jabbed him in the ribs and Bucky lifted his head to find that the Professor's accented voice was aimed solely at him. He realised he must have been staring off into space.
“Sorry, Professor. I didn’t sleep very well last night.” Bucky mumbled his apology into his chest. Professor Zemo sighed and briefly pinched the bridge of his nose.
“Mr Barnes, please don’t make your nocturnal habits anyone else’s problem except your own. You can waste your own time if you want, but you will not waste mine. If you can’t give my class the proper attention then please avail yourself of the door.”
Bucky squirmed in his seat from embarrassment, aware of the heat in his cheeks that was probably turning his face bright pink. “I… umm…”
“Don’t be so hard on him, Prof. It wasn’t his fault. He got attacked by the monster last night.” Sam’s voice cut across the awkward tension in the air and Bucky didn’t know whether to hug him or hit him. However, his announcement had the effect of distracting everyone in the lecture hall. Or rather now focusing them on Bucky for something other than being chewed out by Professor Zemo.
“You saw it?” Maria turned around in her seat in front of Bucky, eyes wide with intrigue. “What was it like?”
“And why aren’t you in the hospital like the others?” Carol, in the row behind leant forward.
“Well… I…” Bucky rubbed at the back of his neck, trying to formulate an answer that wouldn’t make him look like an idiot. Fortunately he was saved from answering by the Professor trying to get his classroom back in order.
“Settle down, everyone. There is no monster. It’s all just pranks by your immature peers, I’m sure. The only real damage is going to be to the property prices. Who’s going to want to live near such a rambunctious group? I sincerely hope that whoever is behind it stops soon. It’s bringing down the reputation of our centre of learning. But anyway, enough of this distraction. Are you staying or going, Mr Barnes?”
Still awash with embarrassment, Bucky mumbled “Staying, Sir,” under his breath, but it seemed to placate the Professor.
“Alright then. Where were we? Ah, yes… the Peninsular War…”
“Are you sure I look alright, Buck?” Steve’s voice was laced with trepidation, but Bucky was having difficulty concentrating. He knew that Steve’s costume was going to be a vampire one - he was a werewolf to go with him - but Bucky hadn’t quite realised how revealing Steve’s outfit was going to be…
The main part of it was a red singlet which made Steve look as though he was about to start wrestling. Bucky thought that he might enjoy wrestling with Steve. Under the singlet was a shirt. Sort of. It was sheer. It had a built in cravat at the net and had multiple folds of fabric around the wrists. However, it stopped just above Steve’s glorious tits. To finish it off, there was a short black cape with a red ‘pop-up’ collar. On his feet Steve wore his shiny black dress shoes, his black socks pulled part way up his calves. It was definitely ‘a look’.
Not that Bucky’s outfit was much more dignified - a furry hooded cape with ears that just about covered his nipples, some kind of cross between grey sweatpants and yoga pants with a fuzzy tail, and a pair of furry gloves with claws. He’d just put his battered combat boots on to walk around. And right now he was walking closer to Steve.
He pressed his chest up against his boyfriend’s, wrapping his arms around Steve’s slim waist. He smiled to himself as he saw Steve’s eyes flutter shut as the fur of Bucky’s cape rubbed over his exposed nipples.
“You look so good, Steve, it makes me want to howl. Ow-ow-woo!” Bucky threw his head back and leaned into the bit.
“Buck….” Steve hissed between his teeth, his neck turning a very un-vampire like shade of pink.
“What? The only other person here is your mom and she knows how I feel about you. She’s rolled her eyes at me enough. But I promise to behave myself while we’re out. Or at least I promise to try. And you can’t blame me, baby. You’re so god-damn sexy.”
Steve seemed to have got over Bucky’s over the top reaction and looped his own arms around Bucky’s neck. “Right back at you, Buck. I can’t promise not to bite your neck.” Bucky snorted at Steve’s silly vampire accent but leaned in for a kiss. It started innocently enough, but as was normal for the two of them, hormones raging, it wasn’t long until Bucky was lying on his back on Steve’s bed, being pinned down in a way he couldn’t complain about. However, before things could move from PG-13 to Rated R, they became aware that there was a knocking on the front door downstairs.
As they listened to the dulcet tones of Sarah Rogers letting the visitors in, the two reluctantly drew apart and willed their erections to go down. There was one thing when your boyfriend’s mom knew what you were getting up to, but for her to see the evidence of it was another thing altogether.
Costumes sufficiently smoothed out, the two descended the stairs to find Sarah chatting to Sam and Nat in the hallway. The three looked up. Sarah Rogers let a small smile play over her lips as she took in the costumes of her son and his best-friend-turned-boyfriend. Nat and Sam grinned.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Slutty monsters of the night?” Sam drawled.
“Can it, Mr ‘Nat and I aren’t wearing a couples costume’. You’re Batman and Catwoman for fuck’s sake.”
Nat rolled her eyes behind her mask. “Yeah, and Batman and Catwoman aren’t a couple.”
“They are friends with benefits though,” smirked Steve. “So I suppose it tracks. I don’t know why you two don’t make it official.”
“Why spoil a good thing, Rogers? Natty and I both know where we stand, don’t we, kitten?” Sam turned his head and flashed Nat his signature gap-toothed smile. Nat extended a gloved hand toward him, fingers curled like claws.
“Me-ow! Now, let’s get going, boys! Halloween parties wait for no creatures.”
The four of them all hugged Sarah Rogers goodbye, and Bucky carefully picked up his backpack from her sofa, a sleeping Alpine still inside. Sarah had said that he could leave the cat with her, but Bucky had decided to bring his faithful feline with him and let her chill out in the van while the party was in full swing at Scott’s house.
He pulled himself up into the driver's seat, placing his backpack down next to him and tucking his tail to the side. Steve slid in on the other side and reached across to squeeze his thigh. Sam opened the side door and helped Nat hop up, even though she was capable of getting in on her own. When the door slammed shut again, Bucky turned the ignition and they were off.
Steve fiddled with the radio, turning on a local station playing a medley of Halloween hits. Thriller was currently playing. Bucky hummed along while he drove, drumming on the steering wheel while Sam sang along, slightly off pitch, in the back.
It was one of those ‘blink and you’d miss it’ moments. One moment they were driving along a fairly empty street, towards campus, the next the headlamps lit up a strange green form in front of them. Bucky slammed on the brakes. Steve reacted quickly, grabbing Bucky’s backpack and stopping it, and Alpine, sliding off onto the floor. In the back, Sam and Nat let out cries of displeasure as they were shaken about.
“What the hell, Barnes!”
Bucky twisted in his seat to meet Sam’s outraged gaze.
“Did you see that? Did you see it?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He put the car back in drive and pulled over to the side of the road and leapt out. He was looking around frantically as the others climbed out of the van. Steve reached into the backpack and placed Alpine on the ground and she wound around Bucky’s legs, sensing his discomfort. Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“I saw something green, Buck. But I wasn’t really paying attention.”
Bucky spun to face him. “It was him, Steve. The monster.”
Sam and Nat came to stand next to them.
“Are you sure, Bucky?” There was a gentle questioning note in Nat’s voice.
“Absolutely, Nat. I’m certain.”
“Well,” said Sam, rolling his shoulders and puffing out his bat symbol covered chest, “He can’t have gone far.”
Down on the ground Alpine started to paw at Bucky’s leg. “Mwerp.”
They all looked down at her. She cocked her head, turned around and trotted off.
“She’s doing it again,” said Nat. “She wants us to follow her.”
The four of them scrambled, Bucky only just remembering to lock the van, and they all jogged off after Alpine. She ducked down and squeezed under a gap in a fence and her faithful humans skidded to a stop.
“It’s the old Borson house again,” stated Steve. “Something very fishy is going on. Let’s go.” He started to climb over the fence, but stopped part way when he realised the others were looking at him. “What?”
“Seriously, man?” Sam raised an eyebrow. There was a heartbeat of silence, and then Sam shook his head in resignation. “Okay. Let’s go.” He followed Steve over the fence and held his hand out to Nat. She gave him a look and practically vaulted over, landing crouched, one hand on the floor between her bent knees. Bucky rolled his eyes.
“Such a poser.”
“You’re just jealous that you can’t do it,” Nat retorted.
Bucky snorted, but clambered over the wooden panel in a more sedate manner. He didn’t trust himself not to fall flat on his face. Nat smirked at him.
With them now all standing in the yard, the very place that Bucky had been the night before, Alpine trotted back over, chirped at them and swished her tail.
“Okay,” said Steve, back in full-blown ‘large and in charge’ mode, which made Bucky’s heart pound loudly in his chest. “Let’s split up. Sam, Nat. You check the yard. Me, Buck and Alpine will go inside. Whoever finishes first joins up with the others. Let’s put an end to whatever this is.” They all nodded their agreement and Sam and Nat snuck off into the trees, black costumes helping them blend right into the shadows.
Bucky turned to Steve and took his hand with a smile. “Do you think you’ll need an invitation to step over the threshold?”
“Ha ha, Buck. Come on.”
The front steps creaked ominously as they walked up them. Bucky clung to Steve’s back, now starting to feel a little creeped out.The only thing stopping him from going into full blown panic was wondering how Steve could be so calm and collected while his nipples were exposed and currently pointy enough to cut glass. “What do you think we’ll find in there, Steve?” Bucky asked. “A monster?”
“Pphht. It can’t be that scary.” Steve pushed open the front door, and they walked into the gloomy interior.
Something brushed up against Bucky’s leg and he let out a shriek that he quickly muffled with his hands. Looking down he saw Alpine’s reflective eyes looking back at him. Letting out a sigh of relief, Bucky bent down and picked her up. She wiggled out of his arms and settled on his fur-cape covered shoulder.
“You wanna be close too, princess? I don’t blame you.”
He pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight, sweeping it back and forth across the floor and walls. The house was still furnished, with thick layers of dust covering every flat surface. When old man Borson had died neither his daughter or two sons had really wanted anything to do with him or his things. It was sad, really.
Suddenly a noise ripped through the air, something akin to a hiss crossed with a scream. The two young men came to a halt.
“What on earth?” Bucky felt Steve’s voice rumble in his chest as he buried his head into Steve’s back.
“I don’t like this, Steve.” He remembered the fear and disorientation that he’d felt last night and tried to repress a full body shudder.
The noise sounded again and they turned their heads towards the stairwell. The sound was coming from above them. As their eyes adjusted to the gloom, a green glow could clearly be seen. Bucky gulped.
“We’re gonna go up there, aren’t we?”
“We gotta, Buck. We gotta do this for Clint and Laura, and the others who were hurt before them.”
Bucky nodded against Steve’s back. He could do this.
Slowly they walked towards the stairs, making their way up, one step at a time. The unnatural glowing got more intense and while there were no more screams, the ominous hissing got louder and louder. They crept, one foot after the other, closer and closer towards the partially open door at the end of the corridor, Bucky’s fingers curled around Steve’s red, spandex singlet. Steve stopped, one hand raised a hair’s-breadth from the old, scarred wood and looked at Bucky. His eyes looked strange under the eerie glow, but he looked so sure, so brave that Bucky knew he’d follow Steve anywhere, even if he did currently look like a cross between Bela Lugosi and Bret ‘The Hitman’ Hart. Bucky gave him a small nod, and Steve pushed the door.
The creature stood there, illuminated by its sickly green glow. Its face had two dark eyes, but where its mouth was, it seemed as though it had half-swallowed some kind of squid. Tentacles curled down around its chin, glistening with slime. It had two long arms, ending with three fingers and claws, which it raised menacingly at the two young men.
Bucky and Steve lept in the air as it screamed, that ear-piercing sound combined with a hiss. They screamed in return, filled with terror and Alpine leapt down from Bucky’s shoulder, hair on end, hissing and spitting. They all turned tail and ran. Alpine was in front, her four legs carrying her faster and far more elegantly than either Steve or Bucky. Next was Steve, barrelling forward, clasping Bucky’s smaller hand in his, practically dragging him along behind. Bucky stumbled, bringing up the rear. He kept turning his head, shrieking incoherently as he realised the monster was right behind them.
They thundered down the stairs, across the entrance hallway and out of the front door, Steve almost ripping it from the hinges as he pulled it open.
“Nat! Sam!” Steve shouted out for their friends as he dragged Bucky across the lawn.
“Here!” They heard Nat shout and turned to see her standing by the trees at the bottom of the yard - the place where they’d found Bucky yesterday. She waved them towards her. “This way!”
They turned toward her and carried on running. “He’s still coming,” Bucky wailed. What he wouldn’t give to be an actual werewolf right now. He could rip out its throat or something. They stumbled into the shrubbery, Nat having melted back into the darkness. Why did she want them to go this way? Surely it would have just been better to escape by running out the front gate and heading back to the van?
They ran between two trees, and as they did so, they heard Sam shout out.
“Now!”
Instinctually, Bucky and Steve came to a halt and turned around. The monster was bearing down on them, getting closer, when suddenly it tripped on something and crashed to the ground. Immediately, Nat launched herself from the shadows and landed on the creature’s back. She jerked his arms up and cuffed them together. At the same time Alpine leapt down from a tree, landing on the creature's head. She dug her claws into its skull and it let out an all too human type of noise.
“What the heck?” Bucky was dumbfounded. What just happened? Where had Nat found handcuffs? Why wasn’t she scared? She stood up, brushing loose dirt from her pleather outfit and sauntered over to Bucky.
“We used a tripwire from Sam’s utility belt. The handcuffs are also part of Sam’s costume and I wasn’t scared because of what he and I found in the shed before you two wusses came shooting out of the house.” She patted Bucky’s cheek and he wondered if she’d read his mind or whether he’d actually spoken out loud.
Steve, choosing to ignore Nat’s teasing comment, looked down at the struggling creature in the dirt. “What did you find?”
Sam placed a booted foot in the small of the creature’s back, pinning it to the floor and trained his phone flashlight on it. “We found costume making supplies. And glow sticks. Lots and lots of green glow sticks.”
“Plus instructions on how to make a small speaker. Cos-play stuff really,” Nat chimed in, adding her flashlight to the mix.
“But that means…” Bucky’s jaw dropped and he strode over to their struggling captive, dropping into a crouch. “This isn’t a monster at all. It’s someone dressed up and trying to scare everyone. Just like the Dean and Professor Zemo said. But who?”
Sam helped him to manhandle the creature into a sitting position, and now he was up close, seeing it lit up and having his hands on it, Bucky could clearly see the rubber and foam, the stitch marks and the little channels that had been made in the outside to house the multitude of glowsticks. Alpine came and sat down next to him, licking at a paw nonchalantly.
“Right - let’s see who you are.” Bucky grabbed hold of the monster’s head, soft and squishy rubber under his hand, and pulled to reveal…
“Professor Zemo!” The four of them exclaimed in shock.
The professor’s dark hair was plastered over his forehead, and in the torchlight his brown eyes gleamed with frustration.
“Yes, it’s me.” His lip turned up in a snarl and if he weren’t handcuffed, Bucky would have been reluctant to be this close to him.
“But why? What on earth do you get from scaring college students?”
“While I did enjoy a little of the karma from scaring some of your peers witless, it was more that I needed the house prices to come down. I wanted to buy the Borson house, but do you know how little a college professor makes? It was starting to work, too. The price had already been slashed once. I’d have gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for you pesky kids.”
They all looked at him, dumbfounded, until Steve spoke up.
“Respectfully, Sir, that is really fucked up. Buck, sweetheart, can you call the police?”
“You kiss your momma with that mouth, Stevie?” Bucky sniggered, taken aback by Steve’s uncharacteristic swearing.
“No, but I’ll kiss my boyfriend with it.”
And he did. Just a vampire kissing his werewolf boyfriend in a dark, haunted stand of trees.
Sam made gagging sounds.
Nat called the cops.
Alpine purred.
The end.
Bonus: - They finally get to the party and have a fabulous time.
Tag list: @christywrites, @alexakeyloveloki, @doasyoudesireandlive, @galactusdevourerofworlds, @km-ffluv
#stuckyhalloween2023#stucky fanfic#stucky fanart#steve rogers x bucky barnes#crack fic#college au#cap quartet#steve x bucky#alpine the cat
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Pure -Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: why did I move to this fucking neighborhood?
Warnings: non con/rape, cult, religious themes, kidnapping, breeding.
Note: I hope you guys really like this. Sorry for not writing for a while, so this might be bad.
Their God, Steve Rogers or better known as America's golden boy, was the most worshipped man in this godforsaken village. I should've known that something was wrong when the townspeople were preparing for this harvest celebration at the end of the week. A lot of the women here didn't accept me, because I apparently wasn't pure. That I wasn't a full women because I've let men deflower me before their fucking god. I've only met their ruler when he gave me the lease to the house. Why didn’t I catch on when the women constantly talked about purifying me. Now, I was in trouble because the men were surrounding my home with black masks and torches, yelling about " the ritual".
Chest heaving, I grab a pan to defend myself with. I tried to purchase a weapon as soon as I realized that something was very wrong here, but the man running the store said that a lady has no use for a weapon. I wasn't allowed to leave the town because I wasn't pure. I tried to call my family to come get me, but they couldn't get into the town. They are basically keeping me hostage inside this damn town. Why did I move here?
Tears started running down my face, falling into my shirt. I was shaking as the men around my house tried find some way into my house. With every shaky breath I take, tears continued to blur my vision until I am having a full blown panic attack. Why are they doing this to me? I just wanted to live out my adult life away from my parents. Now, I miss my mom and dad. Keys go into the lock of my back door and my whole body goes completely numb, ears ringing. " No no... "
The back door swings open and the men flood into my house, as I drop the pan with pure horror. " Purify.... Purify... Purify..." they chanted coming towards me with a tall man with dirty blonde hair. The blonde haired man takes off his mask and its Steve Rogers, the man that gave me the house in the first place. The sheer presence of this man makes my knees feel weak. I drop down to my knees, tears flowing. He smiles and kneels down in front of me, grabbing my face with his giant hand. " Time to purify you, my dear."
" No.. please...” tears run down my face. He caressed my face, humming a nursery rhyme that is used around the town to calm down the babies. He stands up and claps his hands, the men behind him moving and grabbing me. I scream and cry, kicking my feet, begging the men not to hurt me. They take me out of the comfort of my own home, taking me to Steve's house as the women and children watch from inside their homes as their brothers and husband carry my struggling form towards the house.
Steve's house stood at the end of the block, big and intimidating. His house was always the finest, largest, and neatest looking house. His lawn was always clipped and his home was always clean due to the women always cleaning it. The women praised this man so much that they cook and clean for him. They make sure their God is well taken care of. Hell, they sometimes give themselves up to him when ever he gets horny. Its terrifying that they just give themselves to him.
The men carry me inside of his big, gorgeous home and dropped me on the couch, leaving me alone with this scary man. Steve takes off his mask, that was hanging around his neck. He hums and licks his canines, looking my body over with his icy blue eyes, with a smirk. " Pretty pretty... Woman. " he lays his heavy body over my small one. My lungs felt like they were being crushed, it hurt with every breath I take. " such a shame that this body has been defiled in such horrendous ways" he purrs, spreading my thighs open. The callouses on his hands scratched my plushed thighs as he leans in to my untouched neck, kissing it with wet sounds. I shiver, pushing on his broad shoulders, crying for my parents. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to hug my momma and daddy, letting them comfort me and tell me that it will be okay. Not under this fucking creep, feeling weak under him.
Bright lights filled my eyes as he pressed himself against me, ripping my jeans and shirt off. It was such a beautiful day, yet they decided to do this today. " Ah you have made your body so unpure. Don't worry... You will be my perfect wife." he says that as he flicked my nipple piercings with disgust. His body weight held me down as he unscrews the jewelry and throw them across the room. He caressed my face, making me turn away from him with tears running down my face.
He spends 2 hours undoing me in the most vicious ways. From fucking me silly to absolutely humiliating me by pounding my face in the window, letting his sheep see my red, tear stained face. Steve stretched my small pussy out, molding my vaginal canal to fit his thick cock. He holds my hair, wrapping it around his knuckles, yanking me back against his chest. My tits on full display for the gathering towns people coming to the window.
My pussy drips into a puddle on his wooden floor and he just kept pounding into my privates, more pain and pleasure searing through my entire body. I put my hands on the window, crying out. I drool, whimpering out his name in broken moans. It's too damn good, but felt so wrong. The heat bubbled up in my stomach and bursted, wetness running down my thighs. He hums and continues, letting his head fall back. The overstimulation fills my body, quickly. I try to fight him off, shaking and begging him to get off.
Steve presses his hand on the arch of my back, slamming in harder. I scream, banging on the window, his thick cock pounding deep inside. " you will be pure. My perfect wife in my eyes"
As my knees give out, he kept going on about purity. My body was about to give out as he fills me up with his cum, sighing in relief. " You are now pure"
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Hi Fairy! Congrats on 1.5k followers!!! That's amazing!
I thought I would come check out your super cute garden party. 🖤
Could I get a romance table for two with Pro Hero AU Bakugou please? And I would like a cheeseburger and fudge brownie pretty please. 🖤🖤🖤
Cheese burger : " can we stay like this forever?" "No my arms hurts"
Fudge brownies : "your blushing" "no.. it's just warm in here"
It's been a long day of patrols for the big scary Dynamight. From one chase to the next, this big pro is tired.
After a big warm dinner to fill his stomach, the blond trots through the house to find his favourite person.
Are you in the bathroom? No, skin care is put away. Bedroom? No but your glass of water is empty, katsuki makes a mental note to fill it bedore bed.
Where could you be?
Katsuki hears your tv show playing from the living room, ah yes your favourite place to flake out before dragging yourself up the stairs to the warm bed.
"All by yourself havin' fun huh?" The blond gets your attention as he rounds the couch as you scooched over to make room for his fat ass muscular body.
"Long day doing silly hero work?" You tease as your throw the fuzzy blanket over your legs, Katsuki grumbles at the thought of his patrol he only got off not long ago. Katsuki mives the blanket to cover both of your legs happy that the blanket being used is one from his merch line.
"Stupid kids not knowing basic law, it's like their parents forget to parent em' " katsuki places his arm around your shoulders as you shimmy further into his warmth
"Well it's your job to enforce it" you tease as you feel Katsuki's eyes rolling into next week at your comment
"Real funny, it just makes my job harder"
Katsuki focuses on the showing playing on the tv, one he claimed was "a waste of time and boring" followed by "trash tv who watches this shite?"
This is what you yearn for each day. The comfortable silence makes your heart at ease. The man whos currently snuggled into you, normally makes your heart do flips, spins, backflips–
"Can we stay like this forever?" You ask as you start to massage katsukis scalp, each time you do this his inner cat emerges and you swear you can hear him purr–
"No my arm hurts"
Katsuki smirks as he feels your nails stop scratching his scalp. He knows how to purr-fectly tic you off
"Your so annoying" you murmer with a smile as you push his head away from you sit up on the couch. Katsuki laughs lightly at the sight of you pouting like a young child who has been told no more dessert
"Your blushing" katsuki further trys his luck as he teases your futher. Katsukis laugh deepens as he notices your cheeks flushing,
"It's just warm in here" you try to diffuse his taunting but your cheeks rising with heat seem to make you even more guilty
"Love ya, idiot" katsuki gives you a kiss on the cheek, he may be as annoying as a papercut on the corner of your finger
But you would never cut that finger off if that means no more katsuki
-> masterlist
Note : omg you wanted me to write you a drabble...wtf is going on !! Definitely don't feel qualified to write anything with your blog slapped on it but omg this was so fun! Thank you for dropping by!
Means so much to me 🥲💓
#fairy 1.5k event 🍾#bnha#bnha imagines#little fairy forest#mha headcanons#mha fluff#mha x y/n#bnha headcanons#bakugou katsuki#bakugou fluff#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugo katsuki#bakugou#mha bakugou x reader#bnha katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#bakugo#dynamight
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Cigarettes (Short Story) (CW: Mention of an accident)
For @lookashinyrock, a picture of SpookyHenry being playful and fanged... along with an overdue story to go with the other drawing I did of him...
Being gentle doesn’t mean you cannot be scary…
“Whats the matter, my good man? Haven’t you had a locomotive ask you for a cigarette before?”
Not one this monstrous…
The man had found a quiet spot to have a puff of a ciggy or two. He was not to know that this was Henry’s forest and he was not kind to those who trespassed or littered. He’d seen the locomotive approach, dropped the cigarette butt in the scrub and set to make off as quietly as he could, but the big Black Five had seen him and was annoyed at the casual disrespect. At being so far away from where he should be to go into the forest just to smoke.
It kept happening that people trespassed into the line to do meaninglessly silly things like cross the rails or end up in places where they shouldn’t to do things they could easily do at home.
Why, oh why do people keep doing this?
“Excuse me, my good man! Would you be so kind as to offer a weary locomotive a cigarette?”, he called out to the man.
The man had seemed surprised.
“Sure…” uneasy at this odd request.
“Come…lets smoke and talk a bit...”
As he approached the Black Five cautiously, Henry began to blow out a lot of steam all at once, gradually but then thick enough to be covered up. Through it came a clanking, grinding noise and his voice groaning… and distorting.
The change sounded terrible enough, but once the steam cleared enough the full horror of it was overwhelming; now he was at least 30ft tall, had bestial hoofed legs in the place of wheels, and a whip-like tail with a vicious looking coupling hook where his tender should have been. That grey Dalby-esque smokebox face had a predatory cast and his eyes were now yellow, and glowing…
“Whats the matter, my good man? Haven’t you had a locomotive ask you for a cigarette before?”, he laughed mockingly. Even his voice had changed, split into three: the clipped, snooty masculine above, a darkly lilting husky feminine in the middle and a mechanical-animal growl that reverberated below.
“Come, sit with me and let us smoke and talk a bit…”
The man was overtaken by the urge to bolt, but he knew that if he ran, Henry would give chase and he was entirely unsure whether he would just outright eat him or maliciously play cat and mouse with him.
“You still haven’t given me a cigarette…” he said, more amused than annoyed.
He yawned and stretched the first set of “pilot” legs upward, flexing paws that could easily crush a man and talons the size of scythe blades. He had harmed nothing more than soil when he used those claws for purchase on a steep hill, but the man did not know that.
Henry sat back down, sphynx-like, and casually whipped his tail a couple of meters above the man’s head, then settled with the hooked tail-tip hanging over him like a scorpion’s stinger.
“Cigarette?”
He approached the bestial engine cautiously, cigarette in hand. It was not all he could do not to bolt.
“Hand it to my mouth...I won’t bite…”, his three part voice reverberating, cheekily.
Trembling, he cautiously handed it over and lit it. If it wasn’t so unnerving, it would have been ridiculous, the tiny cigarette in the big loco’s mouth.
Henry sucked it in one drag, blew the smoke out of his nostrils, hissed steam and then swallowed the butt.
He said nothing but purred quietly for a time, less a purr and more of a rumbling shhhhhhhhhhhhh.
“Bit far from any of the stations, aren’t you?”
...
“Lovely here isn’t it?”
“Uh huh…”
“I had a buffer in making this… this used to be a bare embankment where mud would slide down into the track whenever it was wet… now the trees hold it all together.
“We keep them away from the line of course… trees can fall onto the line and stray hot cinders can easily burn down the whole lot. The line inspector tells us when we need to prune the trees… we are not at all sentimental that way…,
‘I guess when they came up with this idea they weighed up the benefits and disadvantages...”
“The passengers love it so…whenever any one of us has to stop at the set of points there, they love looking at the animals and trees..”
“It would be such a shame if people started littering here and spoil it…”, lantern eyes turning towards the cigarette butts. Henry grinned, black lips pulled back bearing fangs.
“Are you really going to eat me over cigarette butts?”, the man stammered.
“Oh Heavens no, my friend! What gave you that impression?” laughed Henry, and licked his lips.
But after saying that, his three-part voice lost its mirth, and grew cold. His masculine voice lost its foppish edge and took on a snarled, vaguely Cockney/Manx inflection. His actual voice.
“I’m going to chase you off because this area is private NWR property…
‘You don’t look like any guard or railway worker that I know of and you are not wearing high-vis gear, so I must assume you are trespassing… whether you are looking to be a vandal, going to have some kind of party or for illicit sex is not my concern...you put yourself in danger just by being here…”
‘Because I’m nice, I’m going to give you around 5 minutes head start and I will not say anything to the Fat Controller… just so you know…”
Henry suddenly stood from his reclining position, raised his front arms and flexed his claws again.
“If I catch you again here again…
The least I’ll do to you is to make you eat every last one of your cigarettes and whatever trash you leave behind…”
The man finally bolted.
Henry chuckled darkly, waited for a few minutes and started blowing out a lot of steam. Into the cloud his monstrous form vanished. And he returned to how he was, his engine form, the split voices collapsing back into one.
“Driver, Fireman! I am ready now to go back to work!”.
The driver and fireman were having a smoke break of their own well away from the action, having gone out to inform the signal man so not to break Rule 55… and they had the remnants in a cup ready to be burned in Henry’s firebox. They picked up at least 3 cigarette butts from where the man had been.
“Aren’t you entrapping that man by asking him for a cigarette?” asked his driver.
“Any fool already breaking the rules by going into a prohibited area and going over to the track to give a locomotive a cigarette deserves what he gets…not my fault he was too dumb to realise this...” snorted Henry.
“Since when have you become so uptight about the rules, old boy?” asked his driver cheekily.
“Since people started trespassing into the forest and having parties and screwing and leaving trash everywhere… I’m sick of it. They cross the lines and make it very stressful to go at speed...’
‘An example needs to be set… its for everyone’s own good…”
“Like that business with the tunnel…”
Henry sighed deeply, “I really, really wish you didn’t remind me of that...that was different. I only wanted to give that bloke a little scare, not trap him in a shed and torture him for ages…”
“I suppose...I’m sorry I brought it up… I just meant that the first FC did that to you as a warning to others, not that it was necessarily right… or kind…”
“I am being kind. Very kind as a matter of fact!” snapped Henry.
‘Far far better to be afraid of the weird, ugly possessed demon train lurking about than getting cleaned up by Gordon while crossing the track and then being cleaned off Gordon’s buffer beam with a high pressure hose and a spade…”
Driver sighed, “We’re probably going to have to teach you some nuance to dial down the ‘I’ll kill you if you come back here again…’’’
“I did not say that!”
And they continued to argue as they chuffed away to Henry’s next task.
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SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EPISODE 17 OF DUNGEONS AND DADDIES
Damn I feel bad for Risky Click now....
That intro was dark, okay
"Hobby you get paid for" wait so does that mean that his mom doesn't like her job???
I love Link so much, all of his facts are just so.... Him
THIS PODCAST DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS- DEJA VUUUUU
*screech* is my new favorite character.
Them gasping at Scary's intro is one of my favorite things. The little things in life....
2050s??????? IT ISN'T 2050 IN CANON- WHERE'D THE TIMELINE GO?!? THEY SAID 25 YEARS LATER AFTER SEASON 1, SEASON 1 WAS AROUND 2020, SO WOULDNT IT BE THE 2040S???
pleassssseeee not the goofy taken impression
THE MITOCHONDRIA IS THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELLLLLLL PLEASE WE WERE TALKING ABOUT CELL ORGANELLES IN MY ANATOMY & PHYSIOLOGY CLASS TODAY
Scary has limits??? (/hj) Wowwwwwwww
Okay I'm starting to like Hermie.
DORITO DEVITO THAT'S THE BEST NAME EVER
Lark>>>> PLEASE GIVE US MOMMA LARK.
oh dorito has a horrifying voice
Lincoln.... Why.... 😭😭😭 we're never gonna get out of this papa johns arc
Don't you dare let my second favorite character die-
lArK you- I love him 😭
HERMIEEEEEEEEEEE SHITTT OKAY I LOVE HIM NOW
ALL FOUR CAN FIT IN THE BOX?!? 😭😭😭😭 SeVeN pEoPlE iN bOxEs-
120 boxes of pizza 😭😭😭😭 this is insane
"Can you order calzone people? Like is that an item on the menu?" I'M DONE- "They have like the big subs-" MHDYDKYDKGDKYXKYFKYX PLEASE STOP /j
~ad break~
Matt having a conversation with himself 😭😭😭😭 I'M CRYING- THIS IS SO FUNNY STOPPPPPP
WHY'D HE USE HIS OWN NAMEEEEEEEE MATT COME ON
"IT'S EARTH DUDE, THEY GOT *69" I love this cast so much
70 ORDERS OF BREADSTICKS WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!!! 😭😭😭
YOU'LL SEE THE PRICE ON THE RECEIPT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASEEEEEEEE
LARK IS THE FUNNIEST OF THE "DADS" LIKE HE'S A "DILF", HE'S A MEME, HE'S ACTUALLY SOMEWHAT SANE, BUT HE ISN'T EVEN A DAD! He just wants to eat the calzones. Me too bestie.
You can just HEAR Lark grinning when he said "I did~" he's gotta be very proud of that.
LARK REGRESSING OH MY GOD PLEASE LET HIM BECOME THE LORD OF CHAOS AGAIN
Link/Matt totally wants to get rid of Hermie.
Risky "Rick" Click
Hermie alreAdy looks like Risky- I love this podcast so much y'all.
~ad break~ (Beth "our feet are touching" May)
"Here's a tip, get a new job!" That little bit- okay every bit is fantastic, I should stop.
YOU BUILT THE WRONG ROOM MOTHERFUCKER. Taylor needs to meet Glenn. This needs to happen. Make it happen.
This is gonna be a common occurrence isn't it. Trapping themselves in a room with Click.
4 EPISODES IN A ROW FOR INITIATIVE. *Scary groan style* OHHHH MY GODDDDDDDD.
SCARY NO-
"Just a polite concussion."
EXPLODES- HOLY SHIT SCARY-
What the fuck Hermie- this man is not normal. It has to be a likely, I mean he just automatically transforms into lookalikes of people 😭
AWWWWWWW HE PULLED HIM IN A HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THAT'S SO CUTEEEEEE (I was kinda enjoying the almost childlike Lark and Sparrow, but that's fine)
"I'm sorry I said it" euhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh see this is why Lark is the better twin-
"Too old to share a calzone with your pop pop?" 😭😭😭
CHILD LARK! YOU'RE A VERY STRONG BOY!
Calzone- "Nothings fine; everything's fucked up. That's right, I said it: the f-word."
I love how Hermie went from loving Scary, to Normal, to Taylor.
The wombussy- please stop 😭
"You just hear them staring at each other" You HEAR their stares.
The ~purr~ of the engine of the 🐱wagon
Awwwwww this has gotten really sad really quickly... I just want to join the Norm + Sparrow hug. They both need it. More so Normal but whatever.
"We're gonna have to do it again" DON'T TELL ME IT'S CODE PURPLE. BITCH I'LL FUCKING LOSE IT IF WE GOTTA GET RID OF THE HELL BOIS. DON'T YOU DARE.
also Will's characters are always the main characters. you can't convince me otherwise.
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Pull Your Punches (Levi x Reader Boxing AU)
Summary:
Moving to a new city should have been scary, could have been lonely, but thanks to your giant of a childhood friend, it was easy.
He trained some of the best boxers in the world, one of whom just happened to be the man whose poster you had on your bedroom walls when younger. His pictures did him no justice though, much better in the flesh than you could ever have imagined.
To find out he had the same penchant for winding your friend up was a surprise, something you did for fun and relaxation. But this was just for entertainment, it wouldn’t ever come to anything, it couldn’t. Would it?
Author's Note:
Hi everyone! Here is part 2 of the fic that I'm transferring over. Originally this was written by me and a co-author (@zedsdead1001 ). We did alternating chapters initially so this one was hers! I hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 2
As the trip to the diner was underway, you remembered just how awkward Erwin could be when confronted by anything sex-adjacent. A few boys at school had made some terrible attempts at asking you out, childish mumbles which you'd defended against well but the usual protective nature from your friend turned into nothing, as if his strength never existed and the blonde would simply stutter and have a full on body blush. During your life a flirtatious streak had become evident, cheeky and inappropriate at times, one which Erwin had never seen. Until now. And now, it was time for some good natured fun.
"So Levi," you began with a lazy yet sultry tone, nails inspected in a show of boredom. "Remind me again what your vital statistics are?"
The pale man smirked, eyes forward and hands in pockets as he could feel his trainer and friend turn to you in disbelief, mouth slack and words unattainable. Oh, this was going to be excellent.
"Which ones, Y/N?" Giving it back with an equally seductive growl, Levi glanced over to catch your flashing stare, saw the small smile of mischief that told him you were most certainly on the same page.
"Only the important numbers."
"Well in that case, eight…" He was cut off by a large elbow to the ribs, Erwin's cheeks blazing and blue eyes burning with warning whilst you tried your best to keep calm, wondering if that were really true. "I was talking about my fucking shoe size. No need to get violent, big man." Silence descended as the walk continued, all three of you mulling over the next thing to talk about. The tallest in your group quietly pondered a way to bring the topic of conversation away from his fighter's genitalia, drawing in breath to start a soliloquy that centred around the diner, only to be interrupted by another low purr. "But then, you know what they say about men's feet and certain ratios…"
It was out there again, a filthy yet unassuming sentence which you began to laugh at, face dusted in pink and shoulders hitching with hilarity. You may have found the perfect counterpart to terrorise Erwin with.
Taking a seat in the red leather booth, you slid over, joined by Levi as the other shuffled in opposite, lips pressed tightly together as he watched how close the pair of you were sitting. A menu laid on the table and you leant over, making a huge show of brushing against the body by your side as you peered to view what was on offer.
"Hmm…it all looks so good." Tapping your pout with a finger, you stared with affected concentration, not noticing the exchange that was occurring above. Shards of silver gleamed and an expression made from pure smugness almost challenged the cobalt scowl he was met with. An impressive brow was raised and Levi shrugged, gesturing to you with a nod as if to say 'not my fault she's practically lying on my lap'.
"Y/N?"
"Uh huh?"
"Give the man some space, please. This is a diner, not one of those…clubs." Upright again, you smiled sweetly and felt a slight bit of guilt - there he was, poor Erwin in his standard vest and sensible attire, hair flawlessly slicked as it always used to be. He hadn't changed that much, had just expanded somewhat and all of the things he'd done for you came flooding back.
"Sorry Erwin. What do you recommend?" He lit up, excited at the prospect of gushing over his much beloved milkshakes, a favourite treat since childhood.
"Well, the vanilla…" Gleeful explanations ensued and you did your best to listen intently, but that was rather difficult when lithe fingers were running up and down your thigh. Levi was in this whole heartedly, the chance to behave badly and without care too good to pass up; given his fame and reputation, he usually only ever met lame fangirls, women who would throw themselves at him and reeked of cheap perfume, make-up caked on and lashes as false as their breasts probably were. But you…you had an air of superiority and fun, the way you'd called him out instantly upon meeting adding to his interest and he decided why not, let's have a little bit of enjoyment in life, especially if it meant being able to watch Erwin squirm.
The tanned male had always been an upstanding pillar, kind and gentle with that undercurrent of rage that had to be let out on the bags or in the ring, mostly a 'swell guy' who most certainly needed to relax once in a while. Even he couldn't be so straight laced at all times, there must be something inside so to pick at that flawless exterior made up for all the gruelling hours of workouts he'd enforced.
"…and the chocolate comes with a little wafer, but it can get a little…a little…what are you doing?" Erwin could tell his champion was up to no good, the way you twitched every now and again speaking volumes and he frowned. "Hands on the table. Both of you." Raising like you were under gunpoint, you showed that none of this was your fault. "Levi?"
"Order for me. I've got to take a piss." The touch on your leg swept away as he stood, stretching dramatically to lift his hoodie up and expose a muscular back, all a display like a peacock showing it's colourful feathers. As he walked away, you managed to drag your eyes onto the parental gaze that was pinning you down.
"What?"
"Y/N, when did you become so...so…forward?"
"I'm just having fun Erwin. What's so wrong with that?" You weren't ready to get into this now, the truth surely not a conversation to be held on your reunion day but your old friend could sense a tone of accusation - here it was, his virtual abandonment of you coming back to strike. He still felt terrible, leaving when he did and knowing the family he'd left you with. But he had to, needed to be selfish and the large man sighed.
"Look, I'm sorry Y/N."
"Why?" Stiffening, you sensed the incoming discussion and took the lead. "After you went, I had to adjust, sure. Become stronger and not just physically. So I did, and this is one thing that helped to get me through." Picking at the corner of the card menu, you nodded. "I don't sleep around Erwin, I'm not a slut, if that's what you're worried about. Some people read, others see a movie, I flirt. It takes the edge off and relaxes me."
"No no, I wasn't suggesting that…I…" He was getting flustered, not accustomed to seeing you fully grown and exploring sexuality - to him, you were still the little girl he'd defended and taught. "I guess I'm just not used to this. In public." A wry smile danced over your lips, about to make a comment when the waitress appeared, orders given with thanks.
Levi returned, scooting in close again to begin meddling, head tilted in your direction.
"So is this one a groupie then?"
You glared, eyes dark and full of playful malice, arms crossed as you angled backwards away from him with a look of distaste.
"Please. Like I have nothing better to do than fawn over pumped up macho men."
He got near, own tilt matching yours so your noses nearly touched, his scrutinizing stare threatening to break away any kind of walls you'd erected throughout life - his pictures really didn't do those silvery orbs justice and his voice was deep and silky, words spoken from almost an unmoving mouth.
"Seem to be doing a pretty fucking good impression of one then, Y/N."
"You should know. How many have you fucked? Must be like a kid in a candy store."
"I don't like candy. I prefer a more bitter taste." Grey eyes flicked down to your confrontational smirk, saw the way you were building up to a retort, one which he suddenly rather wished to hush with a kiss. That would be too soon though, way too easy. Whatever weird game was being played, it needed to be played properly, not ruined on day one.
"Well if you like bitter, I know a few men…"
"Here we go folks!" The waitress had stopped proceedings again, much to Erwin's delight as he'd been watching the whole exchange with a gurgle in his throat, unsure how to sufficiently stop this unexpected thing from happening. Three hugely embellished milkshakes were delivered, all of you thanking the woman who skipped away oblivious and a low mumble sounded from your right.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Hmm? It's a milkshake, Levi. Jeez, must be all those steroids ruining your brain cells."
"Don't be fucking smart. This. What is this?" Poking the bright item, Levi sneered and flicked it to one side, white liquid spraying out and splashing on your arm.
"Watch out!"
"Ever so sorry, Y/N. Allow me." Pale hands took your limb and for a split second, you were sure he'd lick the offending droplets away, his almost cat-like smile promising a raise in the stakes.
"Use a tissue. I'm begging you, please just drink your shakes like normal human beings." The hissing plea from Erwin was amusing to say the least and a napkin was swept over your skin, apologetic glance given.
"Got to do what the boss says."
Shrugging, you picked up the paper umbrella which had been ejected in your direction and twirled it between your fingers, sipping slowly on what was actually a pretty damn good drink.
"How did you find this place? You come here a lot?"
"At least twice a week, Y/N. I find it calming. At least I used to." Erwin sulked, proper and correct exterior demanding the same kind of behaviour in return and you wondered why this seemed like such a great pastime - it was so simple, using your skill of steering away from the serious things in life to forget and you queried internally. How long until you broke him? That in itself sounded mean, yet the man's pout was even twitching, a sense of fun somewhere inside of him and you laughed.
"Sorry Erwin. We've got a lot of catching up to do, we could make this a thing?"
"I'd like that. Very much. Preferably alone next time."
"Oh don't mind me. You carry on. Reminisce." Levi waved his hand to dismiss any fears, drinking deeply from the straw and disguising the look of pleasure that was dangerously close to emerging.
"Thank you. Well Y/N, tell me. You might not watch it anymore, but do you still box?"
Milk was nearly ejected, coughs coming from the pale man and you slapped his back a little harshly.
"Something funny?"
"You? Boxing? I'd call that fucking funny."
"Levi, don't make assumptions. She used to have quite the right hook back in the day."
Beaming, you winked across the table and switched sides, thanking your friend with the gesture.
"Yea right. And I'm a shitty little rookie."
"Ok, Mr Olympic medals. You and me. Bring it on." Squaring up, you took the cherry from your shake and held it by the stalk, red fruit sucked suggestively, tongue swirling as the creamy substance was cleaned away. Levi gulped visibly and you lifted your brows, popping the round item out from full lips and pointing it at your current rival. "Or are you dickless as well as brainless?"
"Oh Y/N, you'll find out soon enough that I am most certainly not dickless."
Erwin groaned, head down on the table and hands in his lap like a prayer for redemption, voice muted as he spoke.
"Let's not discuss your penis again, Levi." He sat up, blue eyes strained and tired. "And that didn't answer my question Y/N."
"No, I haven't for a while. Don't really need to anymore." The newcomer to this old relationship straightened, sensing the tone of something deeper but it wasn't his place to delve so he remained quiet, soft sips now his only sound of participation.
"It's good to keep in shape though." A kindness radiated from the blonde, unspoken history shared and you nodded.
"I suppose. Would be quite nice to get back into it Erwin, for fun rather than anything else."
"Well then, that's decided. Come down once you're all settled in at home and work and we'll have a spar like we used to." Even Levi didn't make a snide comment, just allowed the comfortable moment to settle upon those gathered, two acquaintances reunited and stopping short of dredging up the past. For now. It was only a matter of time before you talked about everything, how you'd coped after Erwin's departure, what occurred at home and your eventual move here. But for now, this was just fine.
The cordial atmosphere continued as a few stories were swapped, the odd snap sent in the direction of the dark haired man which he took well, gave some back but his attitude had changed - he sensed an internal fire within you and was interested to find out more. Perhaps it would manifest at the gym?
After your drinks had been finished, Erwin paid as his treat, any offers to assist waved away and you found yourselves outside again, slow walk taken as the large male pulled your case along, delivering you to the place you'd be calling home from now on.
"Well, here we are."
"Need a hand up with this?"
"There's elevators, thanks though Erwin." Standing on tip toes, you planted a peck on his smooth cheek, gentle hand on your shoulder squeezing in support.
"Where's mine?"
"Kiss my ass, Levi."
"With pleasure, Y/N. Maybe when I've finished wiping the fucking floor with you after a round?"
"You wish." Giving him the middle finger, you laughed as they turned to leave, Erwin's head shaken in exhaustion and Levi spun, walking backwards and palms out in question.
"Can I at least get your number?"
"Nah, I know yours though." He frowned, unsure what you meant until eight fingers were held up, your cheeky and slightly sarcastic show given with confidence until the reply came, man still stepping further away but facing you, nine of his own digits raised with a wink and you shouted over. "Yea, now I know you're lying!" One finger was retracted and Levi shrugged, calling back to where you stood.
"This isn't a lie though Y/N. You'll see."
"Levi! Jesus, please." Erwin grabbed his fighter's collar, using size to his advantage and he twirled the smaller man round, forwards travel enforced and you smiled. It had definitely been an interesting first day in the city.
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Synopsis:: Remus Lupins nights before the full are always filled with dreadful memories from the past. But luckily, Sirius Black is there to help him.
Word count:: 3251
There was a monster.
A monster under his bed.
And no one seemed to have noticed it, even though his mum had looked underneath several times and his father had conjured little lights underneath with his magic wand so that the darkness underneath disappeared.
But it was no use, no use, no use.
For there was another monster. A monster so big and scary that Remus preferred to hide under his bed with the smaller monsters.
The room was dark, the light breeze of the cool night flowing into the room through his window, but never in his life had Remus shivered so hard. Tears streamed down his face and he hoped, hoped so much, that his dad would come to him now, protect him and hold him in his arms, because where was he? Where, where, where?
"Remus."
The purr filled the night and crept through Remus’ every bone. He didn't know who this man was, didn't know why he was here, didn't want to know. The only thing he wanted was to curl up in his mum's arms and never have to escape from them again.
"My good little boy" A nauseating stench filled his nose, wet sweaty skin, the metallic smell of blood and so, so much fear.
"I'm here to give you a gift, little one." The voice was low, rumbling, and Remus clutched his teddy. Maybe if he didn't move, if he didn't make a sound, the man who had come sneaking through his room tonight would disappear again.
"Remus, Remus, Remus," a hoarse whisper, from deep in his throat, and he got goosebumps.
"You're going to be so good for me, so good." Remus didn't know what the man meant. Tears streamed down his face. "You're so perfect. Please-" the voice became guttural and groaning "show yourself to me."
And with a heave he was there and screams followed from his too small throat. So loud, so glaring, so painful that not a second later the door to his room flew open. And yet, it hurt, so much that his lungs barely made room for more breaths and his screams and sobs were so loud in the night that it would haunt him forever.
Wet lips on his hip, a tongue snaking along his bare skin and teeth digging into his flesh. So sharp, so deep, so unforgettable as the scar they left.
Hot breath on his ear, a loving, sickening moan, hands all over his body and where was his teddy?
Where was his ma, his pa?
"Such a good boy, oh I'll never forget you little Remus."
And then a flash that pulled the heavy, wet body from him and so much blood he didn't know where it came from. And then, his Ma: warm hands, hot tears and a loving smile that looked more like a grimace. And he cried and cried and cried, because there had been a monster, a monster under his bed and why hadn't they found it?
And the last, the last thing he heard was his voice.
"Oh, I'll never forget you."
And neither will he him.
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With a jolt, Remus woke up, his face wet with tears, his heart racing from the memory that had been shot through his dream.
He hated it.
Hated that even after 13 years he still had nightmares of that night he was bitten by Greyback. Every time he thought of it, his heart constricted and his throat tightened, wondering why on earth after 13 long years he was still being tortured with the paintings of his past. He sighed, got out of bed, for there was no point in going to sleep now, not after that dream and not on the night before the full. Perhaps it had become a kind of habit that he experienced this dream every time, every month, on the very night before the full, but it never got any easier.
He grabbed the packet of cigarettes and opened the window to go out onto the small balcony. It was far too small to sit down comfortably, especially for him, but Remus pressed himself against the wall in spite of it and stretched his long, gangling legs through the railing so that they dangled in the air and the endless nothingness below. The cold night air was icy, but he was so sweaty and his body was still sending out adrenaline that he didn't mind. Not that he would get cold quickly, after all, he was a werewolf and had a better circulatory system than any other human.
With his long fingers he pulled a cigarette from the pack, lit it with a lighter.
Smoke filled his lungs and he kept it there for a few moments until the burning became too strong and he blew the smoke through his nostrils. At least it put out of his mind the smell of old, dirty skin and the hot, filthy breath that still haunted him.
God, sometimes he wished he was less sentimental about his childhood, but all he really remembered were the painful transformations, his cries for his mother, and his Father, who could no longer even look him in the eye.
Monsters were everywhere, and now he was one of them. He hadn't looked for shapes under his bed for a long time, because he knew that anything underneath was better than he was. He was the monster, that had become clear the moment he turned and began his thankless journey with lycanthropy. Smoke left his lips as he eagerly tried to forget all that lay dormant in his mind, but on a night like this before the full moon, when his limbs began to ache and he became restless, he usually had no choice.
He looked into the starry night at the moon, which had now become so much his hated enemy. It was round, almost full, and Remus dreaded the coming night, imagining all the things that might come, that would follow.
He lit another cigarette and breathed the smoke from his lungs. It didn't really calm him down, but at least he had something to keep his fingers busy. A distraction from all that he had been dreaming. The bitter taste of tobacco on his tongue rushed through his system and he licked his lips. His face was still hot, red marks decorating it after he had woken up crying, but he felt better. Not good, but better.
He leaned his head against the wall, felt the wind on his bare feet, which slid through the spaces between his toes, and allowed himself a moment to breathe.
"Moons?"
Sirius.
Always, always Sirius.
Gentle footsteps, soft shuffling, like Padfoot, just like Padfoot and a small thin smile formed on Remus' lips. How Sirius knew when exactly he was awake in the middle of the night was a mystery to him, but he was glad, so glad, not to be sitting here alone on the balcony of Hogwarts, hoping he wouldn't fall into the depths of darkness that had threatened to swallow him moments before.
Sirius. Sirius. Sirius.
Remus closed his eyes, resting his head against the wall, cigarette lightly caught between his lips, when he heard the window open and Sirius come out. Sat down next to him. More likely pressed against him. Not that there wasn't already little room for Remus alone on the balcony, but it was definitely too tight for two people. He felt Sirius' body heat, smelled his warm, rich scent mingled with earthy tones of life, so much life.
He wanted to dive into the angelic curve of his neck, suck and sniff and lick, he wanted-
His black, onyx hair whipped in the wind and Remus imagined Sirius pushing closer to him. His shoulder touched Sirius', long, elegant legs pressed against his. He felt warm, quite lightheaded.
"Moons." Sirius's voice was soft, low, as if the wind carried it to his ear and whispered against it, a gentle breeze on the wind, a tender touch. He took a drag on his cigarette before finding the courage to open his eyes. And then, the moment he did, they met his.
Stormy grey, some days almost a languid blue when the sun hit just the right angle and made them shimmer, hit golden brown. And Remus found it so, so hard to breathe, because how could you breathe when you had him in front of you?
Sirius with his high cheekbones, with his deep eyes that he lost himself in so easily, Sirius with his soft hair playing around his ears that Remus wanted to run his fingers through- He was so, so beautiful, so incredible, breath-taking, bloody beautiful and Remus couldn't breathe.
How could he when Sirius was giving him all his attention?
He wrestled a smile from himself, which probably looked more like a grimace, the way Sirius' face changed. His eyes were worried and Remus hated how much he could see through his façade, how easy it seemed for him to decipher and read Remus, as if he were an open book. He sighed, a sound that seemed too loud for the silent night.
He held his cigarette out to Sirius.
Long, slender fingers closed around his wrist and pulled it to soft, full lips that wrapped around the cigarette and Remus was mesmerised. The way they closed around it, the way they sucked on it, the way the smoke flowed through them, like water. How those lips, just for a tiny moment brushed his fingertips and it felt like fire.
Remus turned his gaze away from him, to the dark night and the sea of stars that twinkled above them. The moon caught his attention again and again, reminding him of what had happened that day, 13 years ago. And he wanted so badly to forget it.
So, so much.
And yet, Oh, I will never forget you little Remus.
He shuddered.
"Which one was it this time?" Not Greyback's voice, but Sirius's.
Soft and warm and all he would ever need to forget all his worries. Sirius and he had told each other enough about their nightmares over the years, had a schooled understanding of how they worked, what they needed, when it happened. And it happened often.
So often that the two of them found themselves together in their beds more often than not, secret stories, hushed voices, lingering gazes, the soft touching of hands, intertwined.
"Greyback." He said, and his voice was rough and heavy, as if he hadn't used it in a long time. And it was true. It had been years since he had spoken his name, years since he had sworn to find him and kill him, years since he had destroyed his life and taken from little Remus somewhat everything that stood for innocence. But Sirius understood. Sirius always understood, through soft smiles and heated gazes, small, comforting touches and hot hands and heavy breathing and silent tears, he always, always understood.
As he did now.
“Come inside Moons, it freezing.”
Cold, soft hands in his, intertwining, pulling him closer and closer inside, in the comfortable warmth of Sirius and his body and he was so grateful to have him, to be his friend, to love him in secret and wishing for more, but it would always be friends first.
Sirius tugged him on, hair a mess, eyes awake but still wrung with sleep, tiredness in everyone of his bones, but he was up, and he was up for Remus. The destination was Sirius’ bed- They would very often end up in each other’s beds.
Remus felt himself collide with the soft mattress, rumpled sheets around him and a smell so strongly of Sirius it burned away any other essence still lingering in his mind. He buried his face into the sheets, gathering all the headiness of the smell into his mind, memorising it there, willing it to sink into his heart and soul, to be one of his scents, too.
And then there was a warm body, cold feet against his shins and he hissed, as Sirius smiled as he placed himself beside him on the mattress, but otherwise he was warm and welcome and familiar and so not Greyback. Remus felt his arms stretch out around him, enclosing him in a soft but tight embrace because he wanted to feel safe and only Sirius could with his hugs and arms and half warm half cold sheets twirling around them like yarn, tying them together, forever. And then once comfortable silence fell over them, heated bodies against each other’s, he felt home. His heart pumped in his chest but he had never ever felt more alive than with Sirius in his arms, with his breathing soft and lulled, his hair everywhere, even, yes, even his cold feet against his shins. That might have been his fault anyway, by going out on the balcony at two in the morning.
“You wanna talk about it?”
Muffled responses into his shirt, hands travelling everywhere making him heady.
He sighed, pushed his nose into Sirius’ hair, inhaling. Please, please never let me go, he thought, tightening the embrace, which was way to intimate to be shared by just friends, but they were by far way over this already.
“Just about the night it happened.” He mumbled, fisting the shirt of Sirius on his back. They were so close, shared breaths until it was their air they were breathing, long gazes until it was their haze they’ve been creating. Always theirs, forever theirs.
“Greyback biting me. I just thought- “he broke off unsure what to say, how to describe the feeling in his chest, withering and tightening and pushing, always wanting to be hidden but acknowledged. Sirius nudged his nose along his jaw, making him fight his shivers. Nonetheless an encouragement to make him speak further if he wanted.
“I don’t know.” He finished. “I thought after 13 years it would get easier to, you know, get over it, but it still haunts me. Every time I wake up from this dream it leaves me helpless and I feel this panic all over my body, like when I was four and- “
“I don’t know- “he said again, not finding the words for feelings right now “I just thought it would get easier.”
“Moons.” Sirius shifted so that his eyes found honey brown again and he smiled softly. “It’s okay to feel like that. It’s something that changed your whole life, it changed so much for you, that it is okay if you would never get over it. You were four Re, you were a child and it still haunts you because this man caused so much pain and so much fear like never before. No one blames you for still waking up to nightmares from this man, and you shouldn’t blame yourself too. It’s your body trying to cope with everything you’ve been trough and it wasn’t easy. It was not then, and it is not now. Let yourself heal from it.”
“But I don’t know how Pads.” Remus whispered, his voice thick, because how, how, how was he supposed to get over something so drastic that it changed everything for him?
“Let yourself live trough it. Let the feelings come, acknowledge them, feel them, and let them go. Wash them out of your system.”
Long fingers along his jaw, turning and turning till his head was titled into a direction of grey eyes and soft features.
“Talking helped.” Sirius whispered, his voice low and breathy like always when he woke up from sleep late at night. “It helped me get over my family and the shit they did. You know.”
Yes, Remus knew. Knew sleepless nights, crying, sobbing, clutching and a body shaking in his arms, too small, to tired to deal with all this trauma from the past. Whispered silencing charms and long talks, shared cigarettes and comforting hugs under warm sheets.
Remus nodded, voice to tight to speak, unable to say anything meaningless in their bubble of warmth and ease.
And then Sirius.
“I’m always here, when you are ready.” he said smiling into the thin night air and letting himself fall back against Remus’ chest before running his fingers along his bare chest, drawing constellations of nothings into his skin, marking his scars, creating patterns of love and friendship. Remus breathed and halted, as Sirius kissed a rather brutal scar across his chest, which he inflicted on himself in their third year, when the transformations had gotten harder and harder to manage, before the marauders found a way to help him.
“Moons.”
“Pads.”
“You’re everything.”
Everything. Everything. Everything.
His heart races in his chest and he was sure Sirius was listening to it intentionally, his head pressing harder into his chest to hear, hear, hear how his words made Remus tumble and fall into hopeless crushes that turned to love at the end of fifth year, even with the prank separating them for good but bringing them back together even stronger than before. And he was so, so in love with Sirius Black he wanted to scream it into the world and announce it to the endless oceans and heartless skies that he was his.
“Sirius- “
“Moons, I- “
So much unspoken, so much fear of rejection even though they both knew they wanted it, needed it like breathing air, because Sirius became his air, he became his stone at the shore, the person keeping him from the thread, the one- and only-person Remus Lupin would ever love.
“I know, Sirius.” He whispered. “I know.”
And Sirius looked at him, so deeply, so full of emotions that Remus could do nothing other than let his own swim in his eyes. It made him heady to know, to cross this unspoken line, something that always held them back, but maybe, maybe not anymore.
Hesitant hands mingled into black, onyx hair, guiding him softly to Remus’ lips because he wanted, he needed, he longed after this.
Eyes flickering back and forth and finally, so close that you could feel the hot air of each other’s breaths and the last second before all went crashing and firing and exploded because lips met lips and Remus felt like worlds were changing and Sirius’ lips were so soft and warm, his breath smelled like tobacco from the cigarette but he was the most delicious thing Remus had ever tasted. His hand pulled him closer, more pressure on hot lips, open mouthed kisses till their lips were raw and red and breaths flowed out of their chests into the other and he never wanted this to end, never wanted his lips not attached to those from Sirius Black, because he felt seen, and at home, and so, so alive.
He wanted to burst with happiness.
“I love you.” Sirius kissed into his mouth and Remus said it back, all emotion and fears and vulnerability showing at the tip of his tongue but Sirius was right there, was holding him in his arms, and somehow, that made everything okay.
“I love you too. To the moon and back.” He whispered, as the sun set at the sky and Sirius lay tangled in sheets and Remus’ body, trapped in warm embraces that would never ever end.
Shared smiles and soft touches turned into heartful gazes and yielding kisses and full-blown love.
A love that would keep Remus Lupin alive forever, even when it didn’t hold his friends.
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Into The Dead Fall
By: Susan Trombley
Monster Scale
Level 04: Actual Monster (Physically)
This is a MFM Alien Romance
Iyarren is a four armed lion monster with a tail.
Tak is a four armed lizard man who can breathe fire. Also has crazy pheromones and can turn invisible.
My Overall Rating For The Book
“I Bought The Ebook or Will Read On Kindle Unlimited”
This one didn’t hook me like the Iriduan Test Subjects series, but I’m still interested in seeing where things go!
Overly Simplified Summary
Alice, an ex-survivalist, accidentally falls into a strange dimension that is basically post-apocalyptic. She is helped by Iyarren (a four armed lion man) and is later saved by a four armed lizard man. Romance blossoms as they survive the Dead Fall.
If you liked Susan Trombley’s Iriduan Test Subject Series, you might get a kick out of this! There’s some similarities between the two, but it looks like most of the books are reverse harem.
Keep reading for ‘This Book Has Everything’ and possible Trigger Warnings.
This Book Series Has Everything
[x] Touch them and I’ll kill you vibes
[x] Love interest that you want to smack across the face at some point
[x] Main character that you want to smack for making some DUMBASS decisions
[x] Big buff love interest
[x] Soul mates or fated mates
[x] Plot first smut second
[x] Love interest goes on a rampage when main character is either hurt or kidnapped
[x] Girl ends the book pregnant or is pregnant
[x] Reverse Harem or Poly
This is a MFM Alien Romance
[x] Language barrier
For a good 75% of the book until translators come in.
[x] Couple bonds in a Bear Grylls survival situation
[x] Dude got an interesting dick
Iyarren has hook barbs (not sharp, they act like a knot) on his dick.
Tak has a dick that can just, pop out and can thrust on its own.
[x] Love interest has to fight hard to win the love interests heart
[x] Main character and love interest talk about their problems or tragic pasts and heal together
[x] There is something wrong with the current female population, hence humans
There are very few women here.
[x] Society where men have drank respect women juice
[x] Open communication
[x] The couple has equal power in the relationship
[x] Lead or love interest gets injured and the lead or love interests drop everything to take care of them
[x] Happy Ending Guaranteed
[x] They purr like a FUCKING CAT
[x] Super scary/dangerous but very gentle and sweet with the one they love
[x] Book ends on a cliffhanger
Not a bad cliffhanger, more like. Alright, guess we should read the next one to see what happens next.
Here’s a link/buy the book!
Trigger Warnings
[x] Someone has cancer, and cancer treatments are brought up
Alice’s dad passed away from cancer.
[x] Loss of a loved one
Tak lost his entire family.
Alice lost her dad.
[x] Love interest or lead accidentally seriously injure the other
Iyarren bites Alice at one point during sex. Not bad bad, just letting you know.
[x] Really shitty childhood, usually abuse involved
Wasn’t abused by her dad, but did get emotionally wrecked.
Iyarren had a really shitty childhood/adulthood.
#Touch them and I’ll kill you vibes#Love interest that you want to smack across the face at some point#Main character that you want to smack for making some DUMBASS decisions#Big buff love interest#Soul mates or fated mates#Plot first smut second#Love interest goes on a rampage when main character is either hurt or kidnapped#Girl ends the book pregnant or is pregnant#Reverse Harem or Poly#Language barrier#Couple bonds in a Bear Grylls survival situation#Dude got an interesting dick#Love interest has to fight hard to win the love interests heart#Main character and love interest talk about their problems or tragic pasts and heal together#There is something wrong with the current female population hence humans#Society where men have drank respect women juice#Open communication#The couple has equal power in the relationship#Lead or love interest gets injured and the lead or love interests drop everything to take care of them#happy ending guaranteed#They purr like a FUCKING CAT#Super scary/dangerous but very gentle and sweet with the one they love#book ends on a cliffhanger
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hi! <3 can i request enha hcs w/ an s/o that loves to baby them? like you're always calling them oddly endearing nicknames and being affectionate, like feeding them and running your hands through their hair, giving scalp massages... you just enjoy taking care of them and checking up on them
Title : enhypen with s/o that likes to baby them
Type : headcannons
Genre : fluff
Warning: none; not proof read
An. Srsly the request got all swamped up but I don't want to close the request also plz feel free to talk to me anytime. Ps I just noticed I have been spelling heeseung wrong :) rip im sorry my phone has its own mind
Heeseung : finds it amusing no really he would be smirking whenever you try to baby like "yeah right 😏" shit eating grinning :). Don't really care infact thanks heavens for such a caring s/o who feeds him ramen 🙄. I did mention he love shoulder rubs in my previous post and I'm gonna say it again, he finds himself super close to you when you do that. Sits with a straight and scary trying to foucs on work but as soon as you go "baby" he melts, will ignore everything.
Jay : has the funniest face when you call him pet names. Like sure he knows you like them and to a extent he doesn't mind but there are times when he just goes blank. You go "muffin what do you want to eat" and he stands there stiff face 😐😐 muffin was that supposed to be me (plz safe jay). Sometimes you do that on purpose "my sweet buttercup how was your day?". "Stop y/n I'm- WHAT DO YOU MEAN BUTTERCUP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION THAT." then you bust out laughing knowing you did that on purpose to tease you sweet baby.
Sunghoon : love hate relationship with your pet names. Loves when you call him ice prince but why did you call him penguin like why :( but still gets antsy if you don't call him penguin kinda messed up but you gotta deal with it😤😤. Scalp message, running your hands through his hair, applying oil or sampoo, literally anything with his hair he loves it, makes you do it, would like if your hands never left his hair alone, prefers it that way.
Jake : a puppy x200 times, baby him and you get the most bubbly and innocent smile ever. Eyes goes big and sparkling, "you think i did good🥺🥺 thanks ily" also goes feral for your pet names, the weirder the better, snuggles into you when you pet him. Likes to BE A SMALL SPOON. Puffy cheeks when you feed him.talks about how much he likes it when you pet him and kiss his cheeks when he is on your lap to the boys only to get eyerolls :( gets sad but you always cheer him up with your presence
Sunoo : can I even begin with this man, you baby him, he does it too, you call him pet names nah he gotta do it too and at some point it did become a competition for both of you to see who can do more. You don't know when it started or when it ended but it was still a petty phase for you both. He loves skin care but he loves it more when you do it for him. Stares at your face when you apply the face mask on him like literally looks at you with doe eyes, he is a hopeless romantic :(. Also loves it when you rant or talk about while doing his skin care routine on him , makes you melt at the way he looks at you with admiring eyes like he can't love nobody but you.
Jungwon : 🤫don't tell this to anyone but he likes it when you baby him. Being the young leader and a responsible kid. he might come as a mature boy despite being the younger one in his family, so it is a surprise that our leader here likes to be baby for you. Purrs like a cat when you brush your hands in his hair, huge goofy smiles when you squeeze his face, not a fan of pet names but doesn't mind it either. I mean you could be like "how is my little widdle pumpkin spice cupcake" and he will be like "oh,OH nah I'm fine what about you" like he just didn't get called pumpkin spice cupcake. SHOW SOME REACTION,,will actually give you messages and likes when you press your cold hands on his cheeks
Niki : is a baby which makes your inner caring side kick in no matter who it is. But if you do try to baby him he will tackle you, doesn't care will flip you off the bed, tackle you on the sofa, its not that he doesn't like it he just is awkward and shy and likes to express thinks in this way. Glares at you when you call him petnames also refuses to call you noona (or senpai/j) but he likes the shoulder massage you give him srsly so relaxed he sleeps in between. Thanks you the next day tho cuz he got manners.
#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen fluff#enhypen x reader#enhypenwriters#jungwon imagines#jungwon x reader#niki x reader#kim sunoo#heeseung x reader#heeseung imagines#park jay x reader#sim jake imagines#sunoo imagines#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon x reader#sunoo x reader#niki imagines#riki nishimura#enhypen scenarios#jungwon scenarios#enhypen reactions#niki scenarios#sunoo fluff#sunoo scenarios#jake imagines#enhypen heeseung#heeseung scenarios
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Pairing: Alpha! Kotaro Bokuto x Omega! Reader, Alpha Wakatoshi Ushijima x Omega! Reader
Genre: Tiny itty-bitty angst, domestic fluff!
Request: Hello! So I found your blog and I was contemplating wether to send in a request cuz im shy hehe Can you please write about an omega!pregnant reader and Alpha! Bokuto or Alpha! Ushijima (whoever you're more comfortable writing for) getting overprotective after something happens to their omega?
Summary: Pregnancy can bring out both the best, and worst, in any and all alphas, and yours is no exception. Life, however, is unpredictable in every sense and sometimes, the worst and best parts get melded into one-- and make you fall in love with your alpha all over again.
Author’s Note: Domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff domestic fluff- If you saw something earlier, no you didn’t :D
Requests: Open!
Kotaro Bokuto
➵ There were few things you hated about your pregnancy.
➵ Honestly, at this point, it wasn’t even that bad for you! Minimized morning sickness, your boobs were rarely ever sore and you had one of the most amazing alpha by your side.
➵ Kotaro was just as excited about your pup on the way, making the whole experience so much more pleasant. He constantly chirped about your up coming family to his team, made sure he read every book he found on the subject of pregnancy and child care.
➵Honestly, perfect husband material.
➵ 10000/10
➵ There were times when he sometimes was overbearing, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything.
➵It was adorable and made you purr.
➵ This faithful day you were both at the store, starting prep on stocking up for, not only the new nursery you were planning, but the intense nesting you were sure to go through further into your pregnancy.
➵ You were at the point in your second trimester you had just enough of a bump to look pregnant and sometimes it attracted the weirdest people.
➵ Humming, you walked down the aisle filled with gym supplements and pre-workout powder, keeping your eye open for the one your alpha preferred, quickly grabbing the largest tub and heaving it into the cart before moving on.
➵That was obviously your first mistake, as you were quickly stopped when you tried walking away.
➵ “Pregnant woman aren’t allowed to have that. It’s bad for the baby.” A woman sneered at you, hand on her hip, glasses resting on her head as she glared at your belly than you.
➵ “Oh, it’s fine, it’s-”
➵ “Fine? You’re fine with killing your pup?!” She snapped, teeth bared as you stared at her incredulously. “Someone like you shouldn’t be allowed to have pups.”
➵ “Ma’am, it’s not for me-”
➵” So your killing other people’s pups?”
➵ You wanted to rip your hair out at this point. It was like you were talking to a brick wall.
➵ Taking a deep breath, you figured this wasn’t worth the argument, taking your cart and moving on.
➵ The woman’s alpha however, wasn’t having it. He appeared from behind her, grabbing the front of your cart and stopping it from turning.
➵ He yanks it forward, making you stagger, before pushing it back and out of your hands, sending you tumbling.
➵ You chirped as you braced yourself, arms wrapping around your middle, cradling your bump
➵ You didn’t fall too far, falling into a firm chest. You nearly chirped again, but relaxed when your alpha’s familiar scent clouded around you. It was strong and heavy and meant to assert dominance.
“Is there a problem here?” Kotaro was never really an aggressive alpha, though he had the stature to do so. He was big, bulky and scary when angry. These were all things that you adored about him. That while he had all of these attributions, he instead was a bright and cheerful teddy bear.
But he still had them nonetheless. He was still big. Still bulky. Still scary when angry. And right now, he was livid.
“This sorry excuse of an omega is trying to kill her child-” The woman began, stopping when she stepped forward only for Kotaro to snarl at her.
“I’m sorry, what? I’m pretty sure my omega was trying to explain that is wasn’t for her. In case you haven’t noticed, it was for me. Now piss off. I’m not scared to show you why I need that protein.”
The duo looked to each other before stomping off, grumbling all the while. You could feel an arm snake around your waist, Kotaro snorting before grabbing the cart and spinning it around and leading you in the direction of the cashiers.
“Am I getting out of cuddles any point in the near future?”
“Not likely.”
“That’s fair.”
Wakatoshi Ushijima
➵ Oh boy, oh boy
➵ Wakatoshi is intimidating as it, nonetheless when your pregnant.
➵When his and your pup is on the line.
➵ He is ruthless and mean if someone dares look at you wrong.
➵ Honestly, also great dad.
➵ Like 9999/10
➵ He’s a little brash and kind of forgets about you when fighting someone for a minute
➵ But I swear he makes it up you later
➵ You honestly love him so much, even if he can be brunt and brash sometimes.
➵ Your doctor okay’d minimal coffee for you after you passed your danger mark, making you understandably excited.
➵ Wakatoshi, though hesitant, gave you some suggestions about drinks he would pick up when he was supposed to stay low on caffeine.
➵ Your name was called and you went to grab your drink (A half-caf. macchiato) only to frown when a hand was faster than yours.
➵ “Pregnant woman aren’t allowed coffee.” A man sneered, dumping the full coffee into the nearby trashcan.
➵ You internally whined at the lose before glaring at the man, the barista already making you a new drink as well as the one you ordered for Toshi.
➵ Was this alpha trying to mansplain pregnancy...to a pregnant lady?
➵ The man was yammering on and on about, fake, side effects.
➵ It took ten whole minutes for you to get him off your back as a pair of kind beta women came up behind you, pretending to know you and taking the drink and leading you out the door.
➵ They handed the drinks back to you when you were out the door before waving you off, letting you make the small trek back to your home.
“Holy hell, ‘Toshi. The audacity of some people.” You huffed, setting down his drink before sitting beside him. He rose a brow, quickly pulling you in with a hand resting on your swollen baby bump.
“What do you mean, love?”
You huffed, sipping your drink while pulling your legs in. “This man tried explaining what I can and cannot have in my pregnancy. Like, he was acting like I didn’t know. He threw out my first drink and some betas had to come help!”
The grip around you tightened, making you look up at your alpha. His eyes were stone and cold, making you question whether or not telling him was a good idea. He huffed before settling himself, picking you up with one arm and a scooping motion and his cup in his other hand, he carried you to your bedroom, gently placing you in your nest and the cups on the bedside table, you watched Wakatoshi move quickly around the room. He pulled off his sweater, pulling on a t-shirt, replaced his jeans with sweats, and even grabbed your pregnancy pillow, scenting it before handing it and the sweater to you. You took them gratefully, setting them down while Wakatoshi crawled in beside you, pulling you down with him.
“Next time, I’m going with you.”
You laughed. “Whatever makes you feel better, ‘Toshi.”
His warm hand on your stomach lulled you, and your pup, to a sweet rest.
#alpha/beta/omega#alpha/beta/omega verse#alpha/beta/omega AU#alpha kotaro bokuto#alpha kotaro bokuto x omega reader#alpha bokuto#alpha bokuto x omega reader#bokuto x reader#Kotaro Bokuto x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu x reader#alpha ushijima#alpha wakatoshi ushijima x omega reader#alpha wakatoshi ushijima#alpha ushijima x omega reader#ushijima x reader#wakatoshi ushijima x reader#bokuto is a good dad.#So is ushijima.#Everyone is a good dad.#custard writes#domestic haikyuu
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HEADCANON + VARIOUS || s/o turning into a child
request: Hi hi! How’s it goin? Just saw requests were open and wondering if we could get more of where s/o turns in to a child and is scared of her partner but later when they turn back normal the partner is all clingy. With Satouru, megumi and nanami?
note: first off, hello love! i’m doing well even with these circumstances, and i hope you’re doing well too! and secondly, i would not mind doing more of hcs for this prompt! it was really cute and fluffy, and i had a lot of fun with it honestly!
anime: jujutsu kaisen
characters: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento
pronouns: them/they
GOJO SATORU
gojo did not think that the first thing he’d see when he wakes up the next morning is a child you curled up against his side, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world
at first he’s going to be so confused, since he was sure you two have no kids, one, and two, he was sure you two fell asleep together
whilst he’s trying to figure out what’s happening, you’d wake up and he’d watch you without making a comment; because his Six Eyes never lie. It’s you, but what looks to be in child form
“Uh…good morning?”
when you see a super tall man with weird eyes next to you, you’d definitely clam up and look like you were on the verge of crying since you have no idea who this weird man is
no doubt he’d be unsure of how to deal with you, because let’s be honest here - you’re usually the parent in the relationship and he’d be the child between the both of you
so he’d try to coax you to talk to him, but you refused to even get out of the comforts of the bed; curling the duvet around you to hide away from the scary man
he will find you so cute, but would call Ieiri to see if she can drop by to check on you since ‘my girlfriend became a toddler over night and apparently hates me’
“wouldn’t be the first woman to feel like that, Satoru.” Ieiri would sigh through the phone as she walked out of her office towards your shared room with Gojo.
“how mean!”
when Ieiri checks up on you, she kept making faces at you that made you giggle and smile the entire time, and that offended Gojo since you seem to enjoy her company over his
Ieiri would just pick you up after explaining to Gojo that you probably got hit by a Cursed Technique, and that it will naturally wear off over the day - for now, she just wanted to show you off to the rest of the faculty members
principal yaga might just adore you, since you were his favourite student before - even letting you cuddle up to one of his Cursed Dolls that he didn’t activate
gojo lowkey judging you when you’d huge it against your chest with a giggle because who on earth find those dolls cute?
even nanami got you to smile and giggle, letting you sit in his lap with your tiny hands messing with his printed tie whilst he read a book quietly
every time gojo tries though? you’d squirm away or hide into the nearest adult’s legs, clinging onto them whilst you tried to stop your tears
nanami had decided to bring you to visit the students, who all fell in love with you and entertained you for the entire day
especially yuji - he’s got the energy of the child, so you two definitely had fun. fushiguro let his devine dog out to let you pet it, whilst nobara definitely decorated you in a lot of cute hair accessories
maki would find you quite adorable, since you started to follow her about, you cuddling up into toge’s arms and playing with the zipper of his uniform, and even riding on panda’s shoulders
gojo would probably the most poutiest person the entire day, and would make his displeasure known to everyone - and i mean everyone, who passes by him
lowkey though think he isn’t that sad since he still gets to record a lot of blackmail, and that he knows that you’d probably return back to normal - even if you’re scared shitless of him right now
when you return the next day, I bet he’s going to cling onto your hip, whining about how you refused to give him any attention because you were scared at him
“baby~ you were scared of me! and refused to even look at me! do you know how sad I was?!”
you’d just give him an indulgent smile and gently run your fingers through his fluffy hair, chuckling when he would purr lightly and lean into his touch, knowing that he was looking up at you through his blindfold.
“you and i both know you definitely had a lot of fun recording all those videos.”
“…yeah, wanna see?” he’d give you a smirk before he pulled his phone out, pulling you into his lap so you two can watch the many videos he recorded
he’d take his opportunity to cuddle up into you, where you’d give him soft kisses and cuddle him close in your arms; because he’d never openly tell you just how worried he was about what happened yesterday
but you didn’t need words - you just know he needs some affection and cuddles to help reassure him that you’re fine, and that you still love him; even if he was a little offended that you found him ‘big and scary’
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
poor boy definitely got the shock of his life - you were sitting on his bed playing with his devine dog when he entered the bathroom, but when he came out, a child you was seated there giggling and tugging at the soft fur of his devine dog
he’d just stand there with the most confused look on his face, entirely frozen since he wasn’t sure what’s going on and how to go about this situation
you’d look over and see him standing there with a deadpan expression - and let’s be honest, fushiguro’s deadpan expression is probably really scary
you’d probably freeze up and your bottom lip start to wobble as you hide your face into his devine dog’s fur to try and hide away from him; the dog unsure to go to his owner or stay with you, who he was taught to take care of as well
fushiguro might just walk out and leave you without a word, which made you blink in confusion at how weird the man was; only to return with a confused yuji who had been dragged out from his room wordlessly
“oh my god - it’s a mini Y/N!” Yuji would say with a laugh before he walks towards you, squatting down beside the bed with a smile whilst you looked over at him with teary eyes. “hello there, my name is Yuji.”
to be honest, who will not be drawn to the sunshine that is Yuji? So you quickly warm up to him and even let him take your hand in his before he led you out the room so he can show you about
he would be so offended - why do you find him scary, but you’d so readily follow Yuji, who you just met as well?
but he wouldn’t show it on his face, since he’s good with hiding his emotions; lowkey really hurt though
“gojo-sensei! come look at Y/N-san!” Yuji would call out to their teacher, who might be walking past the dorms at that moment; the tall shaman laughing when he saw a mini you staring up at him in awe.
“oh my god - it’s a tiny Y/N!” he’d say with a laugh before he squatted down and grinned over at you, to which you tilted your head curiously at him. “hello there, student of mine - my name is gojo-sensei.”
the three of you are going to cause absolute mayhem for the rest of the day - to the point where fushiguro might feel a tiny ounce of regret for going to yuji for help
when nobara was introduced to you, she couldn’t stop pinching your cheeks, cooing at how you’d smile up at her even as she was gently pinching your cheeks between her fingers. “you are such a cute baby, it’s not fair!”
she would definitely dress you up, wanting to take his opportunity to take a bunch of cute pictures of you wearing things like different accessories; might even ask if she can put some makeup on you so you’d look like a little doll
whenever fushiguro tries to talk to you, you’d get scared because he isn’t one to be super soft like nobara can be, or super friendly and warm like gojo or yuji - so that in itself didn’t help
you’d probably try and hide in yuji’s jacket or refuse to let gojo set you down on the ground when you see megumi close, which irritates the poor teen even more
yuji might try to help him talk to you by giving him some advice on how to handle kids, but you’d still be hesitant around him since he is just too awkward to know exactly on how to approach you
now he was definitely certain he is not interested in having kids anymore
eventually though he might just give up and let you be, hoping that he’d get his lover back soon so he doesn’t have to deal with this entire situation
when you came back the next day, super confused to why yuji is asking you if you felt okay because you felt fine?
until he explains the situation, and the first thing you did is went to fushiguro’s room and quietly entered his room to see what he’s up to
“thank god.” was the first thing you heard before you felt a pair of heavy arms wrapped around you protectively and a warm face buried into your neck; fushiguro’s hair tickling your cheek. “i am never going to take you for granted again.”
“i think you’re being a bit overdramatic.” you said with a light chuckle as you wrapped your arms around him as well, letting him recharge after yesterday’s events and the from the lack of affection he got from you. “yuji told me you’re terrible with kids.”
at first he will not say anything, but he did let out a soft grunt as he nuzzles closer, his warm hands reaching under your shirt to splay them over the small of your back. “by the way, if we ever get married, we are never going to have kids.”
you’d just roll your eyes at his words, shaking your head softly before you reach up to start playing with his hair between your fingers. “whatever you say, gumi.”
NANAMI KENTO
to be honest, nanami might be the only one who knows what to do with you. i feel like under that entire business man image he shows, he’s lowkey really good with kids
so when he walked into your shared room in the morning after making breakfast for the both of you and sees a child that looks like you blinking back at him, he’d just sigh tiredly and rub the bridge of his nose
“i do not get paid enough to handle half of this.”
you might feel super intimidated by him; but i feel like nanami might still be able to talk to you; or make compromises for you so that you’d at least feel a little more accepting of him
“now Y/N, don’t pout.” nanami would say with a tired sigh as he bent down on the side of your shared bed, giving you a soft smile even if you were unsure of him still. “if you do, who is going to eat the chocolate chipped pancakes I made?”
yes, you make nanami make you chocolate chip pancakes from time to time, and luckily the night before you told him of your craving for them - so what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t make that dream happen for you?
he’d let you go and explore the house after breakfast whilst he gets ready, standing nearby to keep an eye on you but not stepping in when he sees you struggling - not because he wants to tease you, it’s more so he wants you to come up to him to ask for help yourself instead of forcing himself on you; which you did, with much reluctance
since he needs to go to the college today, he decided to bring you along, knowing that deep down that it was going to be the most hectic day he’s ever experienced
first person to see you was probably gojo, who might burst out laughing at the sight of you clinging onto the side of his pants after he made his way to work, bending down so he was your height. “oh my god, Y/N, you are so cute!”
“please do not scare them.” nanami would say with a tired sigh, watching you as you carefully walked out from behind nanami to give the white haired sorcerer a curious once over. “you are already a big enough of a pain as it is.”
much to his dismay though, you seem to warm up to gojo really well; even letting him pick you up and run about the campus to show you off to the rest of the staff and student body - confirming nanami’s belief that today was going to be a very long day
the students will love you - you are known as quite the formidable sorcerer who can take down special grade curses with ease; but right now you were curled up around fushiguro’s devine dog, playing with its fluffy tail in delight
you were dragged about to meet the second years as well, who were all so infatuated by their sometimes part time teacher being shrunk down into a child
nanami might go to ieiri for advice, and when he was told that it’d wear off naturally, he was more reassured, since this isn’t a permanent change
because you have other options to be with others, you did tend to avoid nanami in favour of more nicer people; and unfortunately to nanami, this fact did not go unnoticed by gojo
“is it just me, or is Y/N avoiding you more and more, kento-kun?”
“shut up, gojo.”
feel like he’d just leave you alone for the most part whilst he goes about his day, trying to return to his day as usual
but he does do things like make sure you’re not wandering about causing trouble for others, making sure you’re eating something healthy and not just get fed sweets by gojo, and making sure that you’re not getting into mischief
by the end of the day, nanami would be dead tired - since he had to deal with you whilst doing his normal thing at the college. so when his shift ended, he was more than willing to bring you home and hope for the best
when he woke up the next day, having slept on the couch so that you can have the bed, he sleepily went to go and check on you; taking a deep breath to prepare himself if you were still a child
much to his relief, you were back to normal; now curled up on his side of the bed. so he’d wordlessly just get under the covers and pull you into his chest, causing you to stir sleepily. “kento..?”
“go back to sleep, darling.” he’d mumble softly into your shoulder as he nuzzles close, causing you to blink back at him in confusion at how affectionate he was being this morning.
eventually though you found out from all the videos gojo took of you whilst you were a child, causing you to laugh as you wrapped your arms around your unamused boyfriend. “at least you know you’re going to be a good father.”
“i think that can wait for a little later, darling.”
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