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yawnzzznnn · 10 months

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♡︎breakup prank w/Ash Island, Changmo, Bloo♡︎

♡︎Ash Island♡︎

♡︎Changmo♡︎

♡︎Bloo♡︎

Bloo translation

I love you too much

Your my one and only

I love you to fucking much

Baby can you come pick me up?

Love you

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nunan-neomuyeppeoseo · 7 days

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Kᕼᕼ/Kᖇᑎᗷ ᗰᗩՏTᗴᖇᒪIՏT

⊹⊰ 𝟣𝟢𝖼𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗇𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈 ⊹⊰ 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗈 ⊹⊰ 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝗄𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗍

⊹⊰ 𝖽𝗉𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 ⊹⊰ 𝖽𝗉𝗋 𝗂𝖺𝗇 ⊹⊰ 𝖽𝗉𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗈𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗒 ⊹⊰ 𝗁𝗈𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇

⊹⊰ 𝗁𝗎𝗁! ⊹⊰ 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗇 ⊹⊰ 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 ⊹⊰ 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 ⊹⊰ 𝗇𝖺𝖿𝗅𝖺 ⊹⊰ 𝗌𝗂𝗄-𝗄

⊹⊰ 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝗋 ⊹⊰ 𝗐𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 ⊹⊰ 𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗃𝖺𝖾 ⊹⊰ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇

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milathefox1384 · 1 year

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Two haunted house scenes (FHFIF)

(In the first scene, Bloo, Wilt, Coco and Eduardo head into the abandoned living room, then they all hide behind an easy chair.)

Narrator: It must have been a long time since anyone lived here. There was dust everywhere.

(Bloo suddenly needs to sneeze, and places his hand underneath his muzzle as he inhales. His friends look at him in concern.)

Bloo: Ah, AH.. HUUAA... HAAACHOO!!!

(When he sneezes, he zips back underneath the easy chair as all his friends cringe. Then Bloo pops back up from behind the easy chair, looking a bit embarrassed as he still has his hand under his muzzle.)

Eduardo, Wilt and Coco: Bless you!

Bloo: Thank you!

(He pulls his hand away from his muzzle as he and his friends stay behind the easy chair.)

(In the second scene, the imaginary friends are looking for something in the kitchen, with Bloo looking in a cupboard. A bag of flour that was on the cupboard falls over, right onto Bloo, which creates a brief cloud of flour around him.)

Bloo: [exclamation of surprise]

(When the cloud of flour clears, Bloo is completely white. He turns around to face Eduardo, who freaks out.)

Eduardo: AHHHHHH!!! (points at Bloo in fear) A GHOST, A GHOST!!!

(Just as Coco and Wilt turn to look at Bloo, however, Bloo is about to sneeze again, this time due to the flour.)

Bloo: Ah... ah... HAHAHAAA..... AAATICHUUUUU!!!

(When he sneezes, all of the flour puffs off of him. He then rubs his muzzle with his nubby as Coco giggles in amusement.)

Wilt: Gesundheit.

Bloo: Thanks.

(He sniffles, then pulls his hand away from his muzzle, and finally goes back to looking in the cupboard. Eduardo, Coco and Wilt continue searching as well, with Eduardo wiping his forehead with a sigh of relief.)

link to original https://www.deviantart.com/sarahgirl1998/art/Two-Haunted-House-Scenes-template-827682885

#meme template #blooregard q. kazoo #bloo #wilt #coco #eduardo #scenario #scenes #sneeze fic #credit first

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zaynesaurora · 1 month

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ʟ&ᴅꜱ ! reaction to dry humping — (MDNI)

a/n: yowhza this made me have to get up and walk a lap, i struggled with caleb so hes demoted to bonus boy again srwy bout that :(theres a new bonus boy though,, i may have been swayed by recent events.

zayne ! sets a lazy pace, almost lack luster as he perches you on top of him in the confindes of his office during a particularly quiet dinner break- big hands tucked under the hem of your shirt so he can tickle at your skin until it begins to burn from the delicate friction, a skilled tongue dipping into your mouth in the same less than hurried attitude his hands are showing.

he would stop your hands as they journey towards the zip hiding his hardening self from you, cool fingers engulfing your own as he forces you to hold on to his belt buckle for the remainder of your ride.

"too risky my dear, im on the clock"

he cant silence the squeaks of his desk chair as he meets his end. leather groaning in effort when his hips chase you into the air above, eyes rolling to the base of his skull in the most beautiful display of bliss. he buttons his lab coat up before leaving his office. stains of your love hidden behind the stark white.

xavier ! always wears light coloured briefs incase his moment arises, loving the way the material becomes sheer as he leaks with excitement- load after load decorating the cotton in puddles as he ruts into you.

"hmph- so messy" he's babbling in your ear between heavy puffs of air from his nostrils.

xavier likes it when you play hard to get in this particular scenario. when your belly down on the bed, scrolling your phone and barely taking any notice of his manhood smoothing over the hills of your backside. he gets lost in his own fantasy- perverted nature making itself known in the way he wraps his body around you, hands tucking below your chest and thighs squeezing your own into a tight line. he keeps going, going until he can barely hold himself up and his weight becomes invasive when he's lay on your back in exhaustion.

when he eventually pulls away, a stringy mess connects the pair of you, another outfit christened by a make out session gone too far.

rafayel ! thinks he has control of every sexual situation ever. outright laughs in your face as he mocks your whimpers- deliberately pulling his hand away from the delicate lace covering you just as the warmth in your belly makes itself known. his teeth are bumping yours with every taunt, chests squishing with every snicker. until you grab him through his boxers, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"hmm scandalous, naugh-" words caught in his throat when you tug him harder than before.

its no secret rafayel is competative , and usually sulky when you try to overpower him but he can't help but give in when you everwhelm his senses in so many ways- need for release growing with every passing moment. he's certainly well behaved when you form an o-shape with your fist, instructing him to use your hand like a toy through his pants. pretty noises being rewarded with a quick tightening.

— bonus —

caleb ! does that thing boyfriends do when they pretend to be hitting it from behind when you bend over for any reason, except this time his make believe thrusts get a little too close and before you know it he has his palm flat to your back , pushing you into the countertop so he can keep you in place and indulge in the feeling of his loose sweats rubbing on his bare junk- lucky for him he's known for being commando in the comfort of his own home and the material is swallowing his tip in a way that feels so right.

"thats it baby, jus- a little more"

jeremiah ! blooms into a mix of pinks and reds as the colour works its way up his chest and into his cheeks- timidly meeting your eyes before snapping them shut in avoidance. you can hear the unsteady rythm in his ribs, you can see the resolve slipping in the vice like grip he has on the sheets he's sprawled on- if they were living he would be drawing blood by now and his hips spring forward everytime your underwear meets his. even when the pressures almost none existent.

"calm down sweetheart, you can do it"

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 1 year

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞!

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔! 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒚!

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I'll go first...

Okay... the Governor and I are headed to Vienna to catch a show at the theatre and I'll be gifted a love letter! I love this man to bits but I'm expecting a double cross... ❤️🥀

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j-u-u-z-o · 3 months

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“A Snoozing Experiment” (Kisuke Urahara x F. Reader) NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: Hey guys! This is another kisuke scenario that randomly popped up in my mind right after I posted Kenny’s birthday fic last Christmas. I’ve never written something like this before. I kinda felt anxious about writing this new “kink” for this guy but I just know he’s the perfect person for it + he’d be down for it. I’m a pure person — end of discussion. I learn new things everyday lol. Anyway~ enjoy and Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! 😊 ❤️

Synopsis: This clingy guy just wants to try something different with his girlfriend. Is she willing to give him a chance?

WARNING: 18+, just an experimental guy *wiggles eyebrows*, NSFW‼️, kinky, oral f.receiving, Slight Male dom, smut, lazy reverse cowgirl, GRAMMAR

Extra note: the vibes of this scenario is whispering or low voice — you’ll find out why! 🫢 + I linked the outfit reader is wearing in the story!

Take your time reading due to pacing! It’s long but it’s Kisuke’s fault! He takes over my mind sometimes. enjoy! ❤️😇

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“This party is unauthorized! It is interfering with my 23 hours of beauty sleep!”

“You may want to shoot for 24.”

The living room suddenly filled laughter and after a certain blue character spoke to an older funny looking woman in the tv screen. The sources of laughter came from the two kids who were watching a kids tv show on an early Saturday morning.

Jinta and Ururu.

“Don’t you go anywhere! We’ll be right back with “the fosters home for imaginary kids in just an about a second. Right here, on Cartoon Network!”

“Bloo is one hell of a guy! I wanna be like him when I grow up.” Jinta shouted, revealing his canine teeth while he was pointing at the small screen. “Don’t cha think, Ururu?!” He turned and shouted at the shy young girl with two pigtails — sitting right next to him. “Right?! Right!?”

“J-jinta!” Ururu whined, turning away from the loud kid. “You’re too loud! I’m sitting right next to you!” She pouted and crawled next to a strange man dressed in a green kimono and is wearing a green striped bucket hat. Kisuke Urahara. “Yeeeaaah! Yeeeeaaah!” The redhead boy shouted, jumping up and down with a wide toothy smile. “Maa. Maa. Jinta. are you sure about that?” Kisuke asked, fanning his paper fan at the young boy to calm down. “Of course! I’M. A. MAN.” He pointed to his chest confidently. “Ma. Ma~.” Kisuke gave a breathless chuckle, “Maybe you should learn from Tessai-San and I — a thing or two about how to be a good man.” He chuckled, pointing sharply at the older man who was sitting against the wall behind jinta. “Hmmm.”Tessai nodded in agreement.

“Wha-“ jinta frowned, but quickly turned back to the television screen when the show came back on.

“And how to especially be more mindful of y/n-chan.” He mumbled lowly, hiding his mouth behind his fan. Of course, the redhead haired boy wasn’t paying attention to him since he was more focused on the show. “What was that Boss?” Tessai looked at him from across the room. “E-yaaa~ nothing, nothing ~ Tessai-San .” He chuckled, lowering his folded fan a bit, smiling at the man from a distance. Now that he mentioned it, you were watching tv with them about two hours ago but went back upstairs lay down for a bit. Kisuke thought about this in silence while his eyes were hidden under his hat, as he stared at the tv screen.

He quickly closed his fan and put it back somewhere in his green kimono and uncrossed his legs. “Hm? Boss?” Tessai said, curious about the shopkeeper’s sudden movements. “I’ll be right back. I want to check up on y/n-chan.” He said, standing up to brush his green pants and walking out of the small living room. “Please look out for the kids, Tessai-San” He said to the older man, dismissing himself. “Yes, boss.” Tessai nodded and turned his attention to the tv screen. Kisuke smiled shortly before turning to the staircase.

He hummed while he walked up the steps until he got to his bedroom door. Quietly, he slid the door open and smiled. “There you are.” He whispered to himself, watching you in his bed sleeping. He walked into the room slowly and closed the sliding door behind him. He turned back around and carefully walked to the other side of the bed where you were sound asleep. With each step he took, the sounds of the wooden floors creaked a bit until he reached his destination. He leaned over and noticed how peaceful you looked in your state of unconsciousness. Beautiful. No, Angelic. He watched how your body rose and fell. Your gentle breaths came out softly and slowly. A small smile crept up on his face and his hand reached out to your lower back. He caressed it while he admired your natural beauty. “Mm.” You groaned, feeling the warm source on your bare skin. Your head shifted on the pillow as you were trying to open your eyes. His hand slid side to side, gently.

You opened one of your eyes to see who was caressing you and it was none other than your boyfriend. “Kisuke?” You said sleepily, blinking slowly to get a better look at the man in the murky room. “Hey there, princess.” He mumbled, resting his hand on your lower back, smiling at how cute you look in your awoken state. “What’s happened?” You yawned, still trying to fight the urge to go back to sleep. “Hm? Oooh. nothin’. Just wanted to check in on you.” He said, looking at you softly. “Oh.” You sighed, “how’re the kids?” “They’re fine.” He smiled softly, feeling a warm sensation in his chest. He loves how you think of the two kids as if they were your own.

“Hm. That’s good.” You sighed again, your sleepy eyes looking at the man while your head remained on the pillow. A comfortable wave of silence followed while the two of you gazed at each other. You reached out a hand and caressed the side of his neck. “You okay?” You asked, your soft hand mimicking the way his hand gently caressed your lower back earlier. “Mhmm.” He hummed in agreement while your dainty fingers gently scratches his bristled face. “Did you hear what jinta said?” “Hm…No? What did he say?” You mumbled, curious about what the rowdy young boy said; you were sleeping. He hummed. Thankful that jinta’s loud voice didn’t wake you up. “He said he wants to be like Bloo when he grows up.” You giggled at the thought of him being like that character. “He’s so silly!” You snorted, your hand dropped onto the pillow to rest it while you continued giggling.

“Yaa…he’s too much.” he sighed. “Do you want anything to eat, baby?” He asked, still looking out for you, caressing your back again. You shook your head. “You sure?” You nodded with a soft smile until it dropped when you felt his hand grab your ass cheek, sneakily. “Hey!” You frowned. He gave a throaty chuckle. Of course! you forget that he’s a pervert —sometimes. “You sure?” He smirked, still chuckling until you smacked his hand away from your covered ass cheek. “Maaa. You’re so cruel, y/n-chan.” He pouted, Rubbing his hand as if it really hurt. “I thought you were checking on me but I guess not.” You said, already annoyed by his childish behavior. “I was! I can’t help it, baby. Your shorts look so cute. It even fits your ass perfectly.” He continued, gazing at the ruffled cartoon printed cows on your shorts. “Just how I like it. It even says “moo” on all over it”. He added, unashamedly staring at your plump cheek peaking under the shorts. “Good lord.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes and turning your head to the other side of the pillow — focusing your attention on something else. which is going back to sleep. “Enough. I’m okay, kisuke.” You said, closing your eyes, not wanting to fall into his trap; not sure if you were already in it in the first place. You sighed. He’s a tricky guy you mentally noted. But you love him for what he is — which defeats the point. “Go annoy someone else. It’s too early for that.”

“Hoo…my love is so mean.” He whined playfully. “I just wanted to check up on you—” “You did.” You cut him off. “Now let me sleep. In peace.” You sounded annoyed. A mischievous smile crept up on his face while his eyes hid under his hat. “Sure~” he chuckled breathlessly. You hummed. Feeling relieved that he’s going to leave you alone. However, a sudden shift on the bed stopped you from attaining victory when you felt something dip into the bed. The odd sensation was making you feel uneasy that You opened one of your eyes and saw a familiar hand land on the side of your pillow, blonde hair shifting a bit from your peripheral, and the feeling of a soft fabric brushing your back and your legs. it was your annoying ass boyfriend again. who was caging you from above, on all fours. A vein popped in your temple and you closed your eyes and took a deep breath to calm yourself; you really wanted to push him off the bed so so bad.

On all fours, kisuke looked down at you with a mischievous grin on his face. You looked like a piece of meat laying below him —ready to be eaten. He bent down and slid his right arm under you — resting his hand on your tummy. His chest rested on your smooth back and he looked over to the left to see your pretty annoyed face. His hand felt so warm on your skin well as his chest on your back that it made you flutter inside. You ignored him though. “Y/n.” He said, wanting your attention. No answer. He chuckled. He knows you’re awake. “Were you dreaming about me while I was gone?” “In your dreams, kisuke.” You mumbled annoyingly, your eyes still closed, refraining yourself from pushing him away. Even though it’s a bit too late to escape from his embrace. “Of course!” He whispered, “I’m quite a catch, you see.” He said, looking at you lovingly, “I should be in your dreams though.” He smiled softly. “Hmph. Why?” You said, feeling his warm weight applied on your back and his chest rub against your smooth skin. He chuckled and your eyebrow twitched. “Because~!” He whispered playfully, “I’m your extremely handsome and perverted shopkeeper, baby.” He smiled, nuzzling his face in your neck. “S-shut up.” You giggled softly, feeling his bangs brush your cheek and his lips graze your neck, softly.

kisuke remained in this position for several minutes while he cuddled you. Embracing your warmth. You liked it too. But you didn’t want to admit it. “Get off me.” You words came out slurred as yours eyes were starting to get heavy with sleepiness again. He chuckled. “Maaa…” he breathed out, you felt it brush your neck. “You’re so cranky, y/n-chan~~” “Yeah because you’re too hot. I’m literally sweating on my back.” You added as sleep was taking over your mind. “Why thank you~” he lifted his face from your neck. “that wasn’t a compliment.” You mumbled. “Sure it was~” he gave a throaty chuckle, looking at your soft lips. You ignored him. “Hmmm.” He hummed, leaning over to your lips. His lips met yours gently. Nibbling it softly until you gave in. Your lips wrapped around his slowly and steadily. Hearing the soft lip smacking sounds echoing in each of your ears. He gave a throaty groan and tilted his head more so his lips could fully grasp yours while your head remained on the pillow. “Mm.” You moaned, His warm exhales brushed your face while his lips massaged yours.

A few minutes passed, and you had forgotten why you were annoyed at him. since his kisses were expertly distracting you. His messy hair kept tickling your left cheek while he explored your plump lips. Your mind was still fighting the urge to go back to sleep. However, that got intercepted when his crafty tongue slipped into your mouth — searching for yours. “Mm!” You whimpered, your hips jolted up and you gasped in between the gentle tongue kissing when you felt his hand sneak into your shorts and cup your bare pussy. “Mmmm.” You moaned, the source feeling so warm and comforting on your pussy that you began kissing him a bit deeply. Ultimately, failing to protest his sneakiness. Kisuke laid his head on the same pillow — his face closer to yours, while he kissed your needy lips and rested his hand right where it belonged. “Mmmm.”You moaned softly in the kisses, relishing the sensations of when he began caressing your pussy slowly. Up and down. “K-kisuke.” You breathed out, the sheet shifted under your feet due to spreading your legs apart underneath him, to feel more of his warmth on your flesh.

Your cheeks were feeling so hot that you broke away from the kiss and pushed the side of your face deeper into the pillow and whined from the extremely warm source. “Ahhh.” You panted, Your body was relishing the fluttering sensations from his measured ministrations. He watched you up close while he slowly grazed your pussy. Deeply observing you while earning gratified sighs from your plump lips and your natural beauty expressing such pure satisfaction. His cock twitched under his green pants — at the sight of you being this way in just a matter of seconds.

After a while, you began rolling your hips in up and down to get some friction from his palm. It rubbed against your clit pleasantly. His rough skin grazing your clit so well. His breath hitched when he felt your ass rub against his covered cock. He leaned back on one hand to see the way your neediness was rubbing off on him. He stared hard at how his covered cock was getting shifted around by your covered ass. He gave a throaty moan whenever the tip randomly dipped in between it and slid up against it. “Ahh.” He panted in a low voice, his cock twitching from the soft friction between the fabrics and your warm ass. With his legs on either side of your own, he dug his knees into the mattress and pushed his hips down and slowly rolled his hips up against your ass, to feel the feather-light frictions on his twitching cock. His gasps echoed in your ears whenever you circled your hips up and down until you felt his girth pushed in between your ass cheeks. A breathless moan came from him when he felt your warmth embrace the tip. His breathless moans brushed your back that you shyly brought your left hand close to your mouth and blushed.

The two of you moaned in tandem while you pleased one another. “Mmmm.” He hummed, circling his hips relentlessly to not lose the sheer friction of his cock hugged in between your ass. The rhythmic rolling of his hips felt so good on you. Making you feel needy for more of his touch. Your right hand reached down to cup his hand that was rubbing your pussy. You bent it and you started to grind against his fingers. “Mmph.” You moaned softly on the pillow, your clit throbbing from the sheer sensation of his rough pads. To reward you, he began flicking his fingers to help you to get off. “Ah.” You sighed, circling your hips for more until his fingers were starting to get covered by your warm arousal. “Oooh.” He quivered, relishing the tingling sensation as he pushed his hips down deeply and bucked against your ass in a steady pace. The tip poking in between your ass so well that he was getting harder by the minute. “Oooh…baby~” he breathed out. You whimpered. If you could only see the way he looked above you. His eyes shut as he but his bottom lip and then letting out gratified moans as he gently bucked his hips. He was in pure ecstasy — just from dry humping you. But you could only tell just from how good his hips felt circling against your ass. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Soon after, he ripped his hand out of your shorts and quickly got off the bed. You whined when you felt the sudden shift of the bed and the absence of his warm embrace. "Mmmm." You whined again, hearing him walk away from bed. You raised your head from the pillow — one of the straps on your top fell down your shoulder when you turned back to see where he was going. You didn't want him to leave you alone, now.

"Kis-"

Clack! The sound came from lock of the sliding door.

"Oh." You sighed, watching him lock the door with his back facing you. You gasped when he turned around and took off his green kimono top. His happy trail caught your attention. Especially, the tip of hip of his noticeably hard cock poking through his pants. You were staring down at the source not knowing that you were breathing a bit heavily. "See what you like?" He gave a knowing smirk when he caught you. He slowly walked back to the bed — letting it hang and swing up as he so. Your neck was beginning to strain while you still looked at his covered cock poking around in the green fabric — searching for you while you laid flat on your stomach. A grin never left his face as he crawled slowly into the bed. The bed dipped by his weight as he so. You gulped slowly without leaving his grey eyes — looking up at the man, speechless.

He gave a throaty chuckle and lowered himself on your back. “I love the way you look at me like that.” He whispered closely, moving his hand up and gently wrapping it around your neck, caressing it. The feather-light grazes on your neck was fluttering all over your body. He leaned closely to your face and said, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try.” He muttered, his fingers brushing your neck softly. “For you.” He whispered before leaving soft pecks on your left shoulder. You shivered when he slid his hand down from your neck and gently pulled the strap off your right shoulder. “What do you think, baby?” He asked, waiting for you to answer as he slowly pushed his hips down against your ass. “You can go back to sleep and I’ll be quiet as an owl.” He added. You nodded and laid your head down on the pillow. He kissed your temple as a “thank you” and leaned back.

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Quiet as a bird, kisuke meant what he said. The soft and wet lips grazed your smooth skin as he kissed your back. The gentle kisses sounded faint yet you could hear a gentle pop from his lips as he so. Taking his sweet time. Ultimately, your exhales came out soft - you were already feeling sleepy again. After a while, he peppered you all the way down to your lower back and sat up — staring at the waistline of your pajama shorts. His slid his hands up from underneath and gently kneaded your ass. His thumbs massaging the crevices of your cheeks as he so. “Mm.” You whimpered, still sleeping but aware of his ministrations. He gave a throaty giggle and playfully jiggled it around earning an another sleep-like whimper from you. “Don’t worry. I just want to see something.” He mumbled, pushing the hem of your shorts up and leaning forward to kiss your ass cheek. He kneaded them again and leaned over to kiss the other cheek and bit his bottom lip. Slowly, he pushed the material aside to get a full view of those cheeks. Licking his lips, he slowly spreads them apart. He pulled back and licked his lips again as he stared at your rear and your cunt. Without a doubt, he leaned in and left a soft, warm and wet kiss on the ring of your rear. You gasped and he did it again with his eyes shut. His kissed it gently — listening to his lips smack against the skin softly. “Ugh.” You panted, relishing warm lips kissing it gently. He pulled back to see his a work for a second and went back in. “O-oh.” You breathed out on the pillow, tucking your lips and licking them. Kisuke kissed it deeply as he held your cheeks apart. The sounds of his deep kisses started to echo in your ears as he so. Making your lips tremble as you panted. He pulled back again and saw your rear glistening in the sun-lit room. You felt a bit strange about this new feeling but your stomach was fluttering, nonetheless. The warm and wet sensation felt good. He smirked as he looked at your rear throbbing in front of him. Clearly, you’re enjoying it.

He dived back in and stuck his tongue out. “Unh!” You quivered, feeling the appendage lick on the center of it. He looked up at you as he so. Circling the wet muscle against your throbbing rear. You gripped the pillow and whimpered. It felt way too good. You spread your legs apart. The tingling sensations were dancing around your body, feverishly. Making your pussy throb. “K-kisuke.” You breathed heavily, feeling his tongue flicking against it, gently. “Aaahh.” You hissed, rolling your hips back up against it. Your rough grunt were music to his ears as he circles his tongue around your rear messily while his eyes were shut and gave it a loud kiss. He leaned back and brought his finger up and rubbed it, gently. “Mmmmm.” You moaned, throbbing from the gentle strokes on your rear, making you arch your hips. He grinned softly as he spreads his saliva around it. “How’s that feel?” He looked up at you, sitting up to see your flushed face. “Good?” He asked, spreading the wetness down to your pussy and rubbing your folds with his fingers. You felt shy to answer him. So you nodded shyly. Throbbing against his crafty fingers. “Im glad.” He smirked, leaning down. He brought his hands up to the waistline of your shorts and pulled it down. You didn’t protest. He threw it to the side of the bed and gently pushed your left leg up. “Just go back to sleep, baby.” He said, spreading your cheeks out and tilting his head to explore your pretty pussy. His forefinger dipped into your folds and glider it up and down slowly. Spreading your pussy open. He then brought two digits up to leave it open and leaned in to kiss your pussy. He kissed it again and again — softly yet deeply. “U-unnh~” you moaned, your mouth slightly ajar as kissed your needy lips. Soon after, he dipped his tongue into your folds and slid it up to your clit. Your breath hitched and you grabbed the the side of the pillow. “Uuuughh.” You groaned, relishing the tingling sensations of his tongue exploring your pussy so well. He kneaded your ass and smacked your left ass check as he circled your cunt. He flicked it side to side and glided it up to your clit and circled it the pulsating nub.

Feeling too hot, you lifted your head from the pillow and relished the way he expertly explored your throbbing pussy. Your lips trembled and your mouth widened when he flicked your clit. Lean up a bit and roll your hips against the warm muscle you know too well. “Oh!” You twitched, dropping your face in the pillow as you bucked your hips against his tongue with good measure. Your hands gripped the pillow as you breathed heavily into pillow. “Oh fuck~” you whined, your clit throbbing as you rode it, slowly. You heavy pants echoed in his ears as he was lost in his task — drunken by your wet puffy pussy. “Mmmmmm.” You bit your bottom lip, moving your hips back against the warm muscle as he sticked it in your cunt — but not going in completely. He gave a guttural moan when he felt your cunt clench his tongue. “Oh yeah~.” You moaned, wanting him to go deeper. But he didn’t. Of course. He loves to tease you. You hand reached out and grabbed the back of his head to keep him there and you rolled your hips up and down against the appendage. “Mmm~” you hummed erotically. “Haaa…yeah~” You sang out breathlessly, clenching around his tongue to push it in deeper. The wet sounds of his tongue fucking your cunt rang in his ears as you so. He watched as it entered your sobbing cunt. Which seemed extremely lewd. He didn’t mind. Your warm arousal covered with his saliva smothered his mouth and dripped on the sheets. “Oh yeah~baby~” you breathed out, rolling your hips in circles.

Ah!” You gasped. His tongue wriggled in your cunt and you saw stars. You leaned on your elbows on the pillow and rode the crafty muscle, feverishly. “Ah! Ah!” You panted, twitching as your clit was throbbing from the overtaking sensation that you cummed in seconds. You dropped your hips down on the bed and breathed heavily into the pillow — still pulsating from the fierce relief. “Ooooh.” You moaned, his lips moving around your soaked throbbing pussy to drink you up. The wet kisses echoed in the room as he so. “Mmmm.” He hummed, smothering his mouth against your pussy messily. He was hungry. He licked your pussy with so much want — the sounds of his ministrations ringing in his ears. “O-ooh!” You gasped.” K-kisuke!” You whispered loudly, twitching as you were cumming again He sucked his breath and pulled back. The stings of his saliva and your arousal stretched out and fell on the sheets and from his bristled chin. He smacked your ass roughly. You whined lazily. “Ugh. God help me.” Post orgasm taking over your mind. He chuckled and leaned over. He suddenly kissed you deeply. You whimpered at the sudden action and tasted your yourself as he so. His tongue expertly glided with yours, lovingly. “Mmm.” He groaned, his hand reaching down your ass and dipping it between your cheeks — his fingers rubbing your soaked pussy and then smacking it gently. The gentle slapping sounds rang in your guy’s ears.

After a while, Your back started to ache. You turned around and spread legs apart and wrapped them around his waist and went back to kissing him passionately. The cool air brush your soaked pussy as you so. He lowered his hips down— pushing your thighs back. “Oh” you gasped, your pussy throbbing when the covered tip poked your clit. You looked down and saw the fat covered tip laying right on your puffy clit. Your mouth slightly ajar, you pushed your hips up to it. your clit began to pulsate as you felt the pressure gently push your clit down — making you shiver. “Unh.” You moaned lowly, already brushing your clit against the covered tip, steadily. Up and down — not breaking away from the warm friction. “Ha…ha…” you hiccuped, relishing the fluttering sensations of your puffy clit pulsating lovingly from the feather light strokes it was feeling. He gave a soft chuckle and rolled his hips down. “Ah!” You sighed, The soft fabric was brushing against your folds and your clit — making you shudder. You kept hiccuping as he so. it felt so good. Your dainty hands reached up to brace him by his arms. Gently holding on to him as He watched you slowly falling apart, again.

Your body was getting rocked up slowly by his own. “Mmmm.” You hissed, pushing your head back against the pillow. Your mouth widened slowly. you couldn’t form any words as he grinds against your needy pussy. his pants was getting smothered by your sloppy pussy, lovingly. He bent forward and nuzzled his face in your neck. You raised it to give him all the room you wanted to give to kiss your neck while circled his hips down against you. “Unh.” You shuddered, his soft lips grazed your skin gently while your toes were clenching from his perfectly measured thrusts of his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. A few minutes later, You began rolling your hips up with good measure. His tip kept remained on your clit, lovingly as you so. “Oooooh.” You drawled, your clit was pulsating endlessly. “Fuck.” You whispered, working your hands up to rest on his broad shoulders. You enjoyed the way your body rocked up and down. Slowly yet steadily. relishing your warm arousal smother your soaked pussy messily. Your soft moans came out rhythmically with each stroke — earning a few gentle pecks on your favorite spot of your neck. Making your pulse flutter quickly. “Mmm. Kisuke...” you breathed out, sliding your hands down to his ass. “Oh…baby.” You sighed, looking up at him with pure satisfaction as you grabbed it, gently. Your toes curled from the sensations. However, he quickly pulled away from your neck and sat up. You were about to pout. He smirked and slowly pulled down the waistline of his pants. Your eyes were automatically glued down to his fingers. His grin widened when he pulled out his cock, slowly. Teasing you until it flings out.

You eyes widened from the sudden movement. All bushed — Curved and thick with a few veins around it and a pink mushroom tip. How lovely. You mentally noted. Your eyes never ripped away from his hand as He stroked it. His grey orbs glanced down at your sloppy pussy glistening before him. Both of you were “star struck” in the thick atmosphere. You could only imagine how good he’d feel when once he gets inside of you. But he enjoys taking his time. You looked up at him and pulled him closer to you. He followed. You rolled your hips up and rubbed your glistening pussy against the warm source. The soft skin was grazing your folds and your clit made you twitch. “Mm!” You throbbed, looking down at your pussy stroking his girth. He watched as you so. “Look at you.” He said, observing his cock getting embraced and covered by yours slick folds. “You’re so needy, baby.” He mumbled lowly, watching his cock twitching against your pussy. He leaned over to kiss your soft lips as he took of his pants and you pulled your strap top down to your waist. You giggled when you saw his pants hanging around his right ankle. due to him being impatient to take it off completely. You kept giggling at the man when he went back to kissing your lips.

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The sounds of the mattress creaking below you echoed in the room. His hands gripped your knees from underneath and your hands on either side of your head. Your pussy looked so pretty in his eyes. Full spread, soaked, and perfectly sandwiching thick cock. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, getting rocked by his ministrations while your breasts bounced gently from his gentle pace. “Oooh.” He groaned, listening to your sticky arousal ring in his ears as he so, covering his cock so much. “Haaa~” you breathed out, grounding your hips up to meet his strokes glide through your folds, slowly. Soft groans and whispered praises bounced off the walls. After a while, he bent over and rolled his hips to your own. the bed creaked roughly yet slowly. A gratified sighed left your lips as you pushed your head back deeply into the pillow. The thick sounds of your arousal echoed in your ears as he so. “Yeah…” you praised him, resting your hands on his neck, relishing the warmth rubbing against your soaked pussy as he pushed your hips deeper into the bed and started to kiss you deeply.

Hypnotized by his deep kisses, he increased his pace by bucking his hips against you. “Mm!” You whimpered, quickly rolling yours up in tandem to not lose any of the tingly frictions. You grabbed his ass as you so — moaning breathlessly in the kisses. “Ahh…yeah.” You broke away from the heated kiss and looked down to see both of your ministrations. You watched your wet pussy getting slapped by his girth while His thighs slapping against yours. The wet sloppy sounds grew louder and louder when you started bucking your hips up feverishly. “Agh!” You quivered when your clit was getting slammed from a good angle — upwards. The sounds were filled with grunts and wetness. “Mm-unh!” You whined, your nailed digging in his arms, getting closer to your release. You started twitching underneath his watchful eyes — arching your back and pushing your shoulders back into the pillow. Your mouth agape, you grounded yours hips and let him slam his hips against you, quickly. Your pussy started pulsating with excitement as you remained grounded. Soon after, a quick violent rush of relief rushed through your body and you began spurting your fluids as he slammed his cock against your soaking pussy. You wished there was a big mirror to see him slamming his hips against you, his balls slapping your ass, and the mess you were making splattering on your pussy. “U-uunghh” you drawled lowly, feeling putty while your legs were dangling in the air, and you kept releasing your fluids. The filthy sounds splattered all over his midsection, and yours pouring down your hips and down your ass as he so. “Mm!” You whimpered, looking in between the splashes of your mess covering you two until he slowed down. “Haaa….fuck.” You panted, trying to cool down. He chuckled and bent over to kiss you deeply. Your hands brushed his hair messily as he so. Your lips smacked against his with passionately — ringing between you two.

You were starting to feel sleepy from the post-orgasm. “Mm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips, feeling your clit get stroked lovingly by the mushroom tip, since the cool down was still taking a while to dissolve. Your fingers bumped his hat and you frowned. Still kissing the man, you opened your eyes and stared at the green source in disbelief. “Take that stupid thing off!” You blurted out, ripping it off his head and throwing it back somewhere in the room. “I can’t believe you had that thing on. Christ.” You mumbled. “Hm?” He leaned back a bit and looked at you in surprise. “Get off me! You mumbled annoyingly. “Aren’t you sweating up there?” You pointed out. He chuckled at your cute pouty face. “Maa~ I thought you wanted to go back to sleep, y/n~” he smiled, looking at you expectantly. You looked away from him. Escaping his knowing gaze, you shut your eyes. He knows you’re blushing — inside. He gave a throaty chuckle and stroked your thighs from underneath. “just say you love me, y/n-chan~”. He added, playfully teasing you. You forced open your eyes — staring sharply at the cunning man in front of you. “Shut the-“

Clomp…

“Hmm?” He slowly blinked his eyes and looked away from you and turned his head back. You stared at his long structured neck. Then his collarbone and back up to his jawline while he stared at the closed sliding door. That’s hot. You mentally noted. The slow footsteps came from the very creaky wooden staircase. It sounded like someone was coming up from downstairs.

Clack…clack…clack….

Kisuke listened to the slow foot steps and remained still while he waited for the next step. He thought that it was ururu that wanted him to come back downstairs. However, the footsteps stopped in front of his bedroom door.

Knock…knock.

“Yes?” He said, curiously.

“Excuse me…Urahara-Dono.” The gruff voice came from the other side of the door. “Oooh~.” He chuckled. “Tessai-San. Is there something wrong?” “No. I’m making a little snack for the kids and want to ask if you would like some?” He asked. Kisuke turned to you and whispered if you wanted some but you shook your hood as a “no”. He turned his head back to the door and said, “A-ahh. No thank you, tessai-San.” “Is y/n okay?.” He asked politely. “Yes, yes. She’s okay. She’s still getting her beauty sleep.” “Does she want some-” “Oh! Wait!” He grabbed an empty glass cup and quickly got off the bed. In nude form.

“I almost forgot.” He said, turning back to put on his green robe. You sighed and watched him walk to the door. You’re so wet and still sleepy. But, you still had some energy to let him to flip you over and turn you upside down. With your legs still spread open, you hand slid down to your pussy and you dipped a finger into your cunt — but not all the way in. You saw the long strings of your arousal stretch while you were looking at it. Glistening on your fingertips. You brought it down and spread it on your clit. You did it again; listening to the light wet sounds of your arousal in your cunt and spreading on your pussy. On the other hand, “could you fill this up for me?” He opened the sliding door a little bit and quickly outstretched his arm reached to give Tessai the glass cup. “Hmmm.” The spectacle guy nodded in agreement. “I’ll be going, then.” “Yeees~ just leave it by the door” kisuke said, poking his head out the door, watching him go down the stairs and far away. “Good.” He sighed, closing the door and then locking it. “He’ll back with a cup of water for you, y/n cha-” he froze, watching your finger your soaked cunt slowly. “You’re a very interesting one, y/n-chan.” He smirked, taking off his robe as he walked to the side of the bed. You stared at his cock swaying until he got to your side. “Mmm.” You moaned, sitting up and facing it the sheath. You slowly wrapped your mouth around the mushroom tip and sucked it gently. “Ahh.” He moaned lowly, relishing soft warm lips around it. You bobbed your head slowly as you sucked it; looking up at him with your dowey eyes. “Hmph.” He chuckled, watching your pink tongue lick around the tip like a lollipop, slowly. After a short while, he pushed his hips up to your mouth, gently. “Oooh~” he mumbled, feeling your appendage glide around his cock and under the tip. He brought his hand around your head and the other kneading your breast. “Mmm.” You moaned, feeling his girth push into your small mouth gently and your tongue brush the veins around it. “Good girl.” He whispered softly before pulling back to kiss your soft lips. He cupped your cheeks while he kissed you, slowly. “Get on your knees, sweetheart.” He whispered softly, brushing your cheeks while he looked at you gently.

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The glass cup of water was delivered to you not too long ago. Sitting outside the door, waiting to be drunken by you. However, the sheets shifted while the two of were getting in a promising position. Kisuke laid his hands on your thighs as he laid on sat up on a mountain of pillows and your legs were on either side of his thighs. Your ass was in full view in front of him as he sat comfortably on the bed. “Maaa~ you look like even more lovely this way.” He caressed your ass softly. “A lovely cat stretching out, in fact.” He added, taking his cock and stroking it while he looking at your soaked cunt. “Mm.” You hummed, laying the side your face on the bed and your arms on either side of your head. You can go back to sleep this way but you have better plans. “Look at that.” He mumbled to himself, sliding the tip against your folds, slowly. “Mmmm.” You moaned softly, circling your hips to feel it rub your pussy. “Wow.” He said, looking at his cock getting smothered by your warm arousal. Soon after, he aligned himself to your entrance and you slowly lowered your ass on the curved length. “Ahhh.” He breathed out, feeling your plush walls embrace him lovingly. He rested his hand atop your ass and you began bucking your hips down on his cock, slowly. Kisuke leaned back on the stacked pillows and watched the scenery. “Mmmm~” you moaned, relishing the feeling of his girth stroking your walls as you’re circling your hips up and down. Getting adjusted to his length. After a while, he rolled his hips up at an extremely slow pace — watching his glistening cock enter your cunt as he so. “Mmmmm.” He moaned, feeling The rise and fall of your ass on the palm of his hand. he pushed it down gently to match his strokes whenever he entered your core. The full view puts him in a daze. He spreads his legs further apart and increased his pace a bit. Your ass started bouncing on his thighs. The light skin slapping sounds rang in his ears. The curved length grazed your walls so well — making you even more wetter. Rewarding him with a gratified sigh from your lips. “Ah..yeah.” He whispered, grabbing your ass cheek to his cock slide in and out your glistening cunt. You clenched around the length when the tip poked your g-spot.

You lifted your head up quickly and moaned from the fluttering sensations. “Oh..fuck.” You breathed out lazily while your plump ass bounced on his cock. You heard a light chuckle behind you and he smacked your ass. His throaty moans echoed in the air while his cock was getting embraced by your needy cunt lovingly. “Oooh.” He said thickly. “Your pussy feels so good, baby.” He praised you, rolling his hips up rhythmically while watching the whole thing before his eyes. The sheets shifted from under his feet and you opened your eyes to see his knees pushed in a bit. Soon after, he started slamming his hips up against your ass. Roughly yet steadily. “O-oooh.” You croaked, feeling your ass slap against his hips as he thrusted deeply into your soaked cunt. Your nipples were rubbing against the soft sheets and your head was shaking as he so. The sloppy skin slapping sounds and the bed creaking echoed between the two of you. You arched your back and saw stars. “Uuuunnh.” You moaned, shivering whenever he hit that spot over and over, deeply. Your breathless whimpers were music to his ears. His mouth wide open, he couldn’t form any words. His breath was hitching from the relentless clenching of your throbbing cunt around his cock.

You rested your head on the bouncing surface and slid your hand in between your legs and started rubbing your clit in circles. The feather light strokes on your clit made it pulsate that you let you a gratifed sigh. “Mm!” He groaned and smacked your ass while the thrusted feverishly. You were getting wetter and wetter that sounds were becoming more sloppy with each deep thrust. “U-unh!” You quivered, rubbing your clit faster as you were getting closer to your release. He hissed and gripped your hips, marking your skin. “Ugh!” He shivered, breathing heavily as he started feeling your walls tremble. You lifted yourself up and started bouncing on his cock, quickly. Your pants quickened while he slammed into your sloppy cunt. “Yeah. That’s it.” He said thickly, watching your warm white fluids cover his cock. He gripped your hips and pushed your hips back and pulled it down. And bucked into you roughly. The gushing sounds grew louder. “Oh!” You quivered. A fierce and violent rush of flutters danced through your body and you squirted. “Awh!” You moaned, spurting your fluids from the overtaking pleasure as he fucked you to oblivion. You managed to turn and look at him while he was catching on to his release and listen to the filthy wet sounds. His head was pushed back to pillow and his mouth wide open while he let out a long open mouth groan. “Ug-ugh!” His hips started stuttering as he tried to catch his breath m. And, he cummed. “Unh!” He moaned breathlessly, twitching while he thrusted into your warmth and shoots in your core. “M-mggh.” He shivered, dropping his legs.

He opened one of his eyes and saw his cum around your cunt and covering his length. “Damn.” He muttered, his chest heaving and he closed his eyes. “Mm.” You sat up and looked back at the now-putty man. You rolled your hips and bounced on the creamy length, and he winced. You giggled breathlessly when he tried to follow but to no avail. “Feelin sleepy, kisuke?” You teased. He gave a breathless chuckle and smacked your ass lazily.

You giggled. Your pussy really knocked him out. He’s getting soft now too. He deserved it. You mentally noted. You pulled his cock out and turned to straddle him. “Do you want anything?” You teased him as he was cooling off.

He chuckled. “A glass of water would be nice.” “Sure~” you said sarcastically, getting off the bed and heading to the door to get the cup of water that was sitting in front of the door. “Anything else ~ baby?” You emphasized, walking towards the now-sleepy shopkeeper who looked puffy and soft. You snorted at the last thought.

“And a change of new bed sheets.” He mumbled.

You frowned. “Do it yourself, old man.” You placed the cup on the night table and turned to grab your shorts. “W-where are you going?” He looked at you with a worried expression, not wanting you to leave him alone.

“Downstairs. To eat with the kids — ” You said, walking to the door. “For a while.” You gave him a smirk as you closed the sliding door and then headed downstairs.

“Heh.” He dropped his head back on the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. “You got me.” He whispered to himself — with a soft smirk.

Oh how the tables have turned.

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fragaria-imagines · 7 months

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enchantcdstories · 2 years

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Float like a Butterfly- Part 1

Word Count: 3657

Content Warnings/tags: Seeing Marc and Steven’s costumes for the first time, Seeing Marc and Steven fight for the first time, Reader knows about Moon knight but just never got see him fighting, violence, harassment, slurs, this idea has probably been done before I’m sorry, Protective Steven and Marc, female reader, catcalling, swearing, suit porn, implied sexy times. (Gif was not made by me) Summary: Moon Knight and Mr. Knight don’t normally deal with thugs, but for you – they’d make an exception. Tag list: @later-gators12

[Y/N]

Hey! Just on my way home now. Had to work a bit of overtime to help close. I’m just walking to the bus stop now- should be ten minutes away <3

[Steven’s Phone]

Alright, Love! Be safe, yeah? Got dinner all ready and waiting. <#

[Steven’s Phone]

I meant <$

[Steven’s Phone]

<3. Got it.

You breathed out a laugh to yourself as you pressed the button on the side of your phone, locking it and sliding it into your pocket. The bus stop wasn’t too far away, just down the road a little bit, but the empty road seemed to stretch for hours in your eyes. No cars, no people, not even lit up houses. It all seemed so eerily empty. The sun had set hours ago, and the only source of light was the overhead lamp post that tinted everything a sickening orange color.

You pulled your jacket a bit tighter around your shoulders, the bite of the cold London air chilling you to your core. Only a few more minutes and then you’d be sitting in a warm bus, you thought, looking both ways across the empty street before jogging lightly to the bus stop. The darkness was a bit unnerving, the entire scene ahead of you playing out the start of every cookie cutter horror movie out there. Nervously, you took out your phone, tapping at a few apps in hopes to try and distract you from the void of people around you. You’ve done this route before, you thought, plenty of times. Then that small voice in the back of your head reminded you that it was never this late at night.

After several minutes and no bus later, you opened the app that told you the various bus times, and a frown slid onto your face, your heart plummeting into your stomach. The bus was running behind, much more than you were comfortable with. It would take you a lot longer to get home now. For a moment, you wondered if you should listen to music to distract you. Steven made you a spotify playlist ‘in case you ever missed him’ with some songs thrown in by Marc here or there, but you kept your earbuds in your bag. Something about wanting to stay alert in scenarios like these. You heard a noise from down the street, causing you to jump and grip your bag and phone tighter. You couldn’t make out if it was people or the wind – maybe a car?

Peeking down the road, you checked to see if maybe, by some grace of God, you could see the bus’s headlights approaching. Seeing nothing, you huffed and refreshed the app and sighing at the words ‘bus delayed’ still glowing up from the screen. You thrust the phone back into your pocket and bounce a bit, trying to keep the blood flowing in the cold air. You were starting to shiver now. Another noise down the street caught your attention, this time it was very clearly people: footsteps slapping against the cement and boisterous laughter.

You jumped again at the buzzing feeling in your pocket, your phone signalling a notification to you. Sighing in relief that you didn’t feel so alone on this street now, thanks to your phone, you pressed the side button and your face was washed in the glow of the screen. Two missed texts appeared. You must have missed it in all your shivering. One from Steven, asking where you were about five minutes ago, and a new one from Marc, asking if you were okay. Your finger hovered over the reply button, already drafting a reply about how sorry you were and how cold you were and how you just wanted the bus to arrive, when the footsteps you heard earlier got louder. It made your blood run cold.

Looking up, you could make out three figures, swaying and laughing as they made their way down the street to you, clearly drunk and out of their own minds. They were cackling and leaning on each other, swaggering this way and that with several paper bag wrapped bottles in their hands. They seemed to have spotted you, their laughter suddenly getting louder and their gestures now directed more to you. Remembering to text Marc back suddenly vanished from your mind, the task ignored all together.

“H-hello there, love… Whatcha…Whatcha doin’ out here all by yourself?” The man in the front, with a black knit cap and a black jacket, called out to you, swaying and giggling to himself. You offer him a small smile before lowering your head down and hoping that he’d walk past you. Your heart raced and you began to sweat despite the cold. You refused to become another statistic. The footsteps got closer and closer before you could practically feel the group of guys next to you. The smell of alcohol practically oozed off of them and filled the air, making your nose wrinkle. The knit cap guy blinked at you, as if expecting an answer.

“Babydoll, I’m talking to ya, yeah? Don’t you feel like talking?” You angled yourself so you were facing away from him, trying your best to just ignore him – maybe, if you were lucky, he’d go away. The hand on your shoulder that felt rough even through a jacket said otherwise. You jerked your shoulder away from him, spinning on your heel and taking a step back. Knit cap man’s friends seemed to get amusement out of this, snickering to themselves as if testing you.

“Don’t touch me.” You grit out, trying not to show too much emotion that they could pick up on. Knit cap guy laughed, looking back to his friends (whom you now named brown scarf guy and green jacket guy) and cackled– a harsh and cruel laugh.

“Little bitch is picky, eh? Don’t like that, now do I?” He asked his buddies, who were leaning on the brick wall next to them and glaring at you. “Think we need to teach her some manners, eh?” He reached again for you, this time with more force and determination in the way his body moved. You skittered away from his grip, heart slamming in your chest with fear.

“I said don’t–”

“She said not to touch her, mate.” You recognize that voice, nearly instantly you could practically see what face Steven was making even by the sound of his voice. Turning around revealed, however, that it wasn’t your curly haired boy, but someone else entirely. Where warm brown eyes should have greeted you, bright white glowing ones sat in their place. His normal tropical shirt was replaced with a crisp white suit and tie, with the pants to match. A white fabric mask covered his whole head. You took a step backwards, a bit jarred by the sight in front of you, bumping into knit cap guy in the process.

“Easy babygirl, I- I got you.” The man wrapped his arms around you, the smell of alcohol stinging your nose now with how bad he smelled. You grunted as you moved, struggling to push the man off without getting his stench on you or letting him get a handful of anything. The figure that you swore Steven’s voice just came out of seemed to pause, tilting his head as if he were listening to something before blinking. The crisp, white suit was soon fading from view, replaced instead by old and dirtier looking wrappings carefully making their way around the figure’s shoulders and face, his arms and torso. A hood seemingly came out of no where, enveloping his head as the same glowing eyes remained, a cape flowed out behind him and flapped in the light, brisk wind. You balked for a moment, confused and intrigued at the same time. In your eyes, he looked very similar to a mummy in a museum.

The caped figure grabbed the man’s arms around you, ripping them off of you and twisting one of them back. The man’s scream echoed out into the air, jolting you to full attention and sending a shiver down your spine. You danced out of the way, behind the caped crusader, watching in both relief and horror as he wrestled with the knit cap guy. The drunkard’s friends seemed to want to get in on the situation as well, rolling up sleeves and smashing open liquor bottles to use as makeshift weapons. You weren’t entierly sure if you were dreaming this or not.

It all looked like a choreographed fight in a movie, the way the white mummified figure moved with such skill and grace, darting about as he avoided punches and delivered ones in return. Logic dictated that maybe perhaps you should turn away and call Marc to come pick you up, to get as far away from the scene as possible; but then another wondered if you’d need to describe this scene to the cops in the future. The man pushed one of the drunk men’s heads into the nearby lamppost, the resulting clang echoing down the street, making you wince.

As you watched all the commotion,, you had let your guard down a little– not noticing one of the drunk guy’s buddies making his way for you in some sort of revenge fit. You noticed only at the last moment, turning to run from the offending man in some sort of weak attempt at a get away before he grabbed your wrist. You could practically feel it bruising.

“So what, are you that freak’s toy that he wants to protect or something?” He spat out, his voice coarse and growling. You didn’t even have to pull away before you felt the man release his grip. It all happened so fast, that the next thing you saw was his body hit the pavement a few yards away. The fighting had stopped, you realized, the street going back to its eerily silent self, minus the buzz of the street lamp. Blinking, you stared at the scene in front of you; three bodies lying in various positions on the pavement with the white cloaked figure standing over them, his cape dramatically billowing behind him as he glared at the men on the ground. You opened your mouth before closing it, gaping like a fish as you struggled to form works. What do you say in a situation like this? Thank you for beating the shit out of those guys, where do you get your suit dry cleaned? The figure turned to you, body in a more relaxed and less menacing (well, about as much as he could) position.

“Are you alright?” He stayed a good foot away from you, but even then you could recongize his voice. It wasn’t Steven, like you had heard before, but suddenly it made sense as to why you might have thought that.

“Marc? W-what..” The hood and mask that concealed Marc’s face vanished, revealing his stern looking expression that you grew to love so much. You’d kiss that expression off his face some nights. His face wore a look of concern after he got a hold on his bearings. Everything in your mind clicked and made sense. You knew he did ‘superhero’ things – Steven’s words, not Marc’s. You knew he took care of people who did evil, evil, things; but you hadn’t ever assumed he had some sort of super suit, like he was some Avenger. Marc had insisted you never see this side of him, his ‘work’, to protect you.

“They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Marc asked, glancing around as if he were expecting more to come out of the shadows at any moment. You shook your head, looking over your body for a moment just to make sure.

“N-no they…you got here just in time. Or Steven did? Was that…was that Steven? Is this the suit?” You suddenly had a million questions spill from your mouth now that your shaken up brain had settled. Marc took one last look at his handiwork and grabbed you by the arm – his touch much more gentler than that of the drunk guys who were now on the ground – and pulled you out of the street from public view. He walked with purpose, and even seemed taller in this suit than he would in his street clothes.

“Look,” he started, rubbing a gloved hand over his face. You could sense he hadn’t wanted you to find out this way. “I know this looks bad, but you didn’t answer your texts and Steven was worried and –” You made him stop mid sentence as you let your eyes wander over the chest of his suit, getting to really see it for the first time. You had to admit that you had a bit of a thing for men in suits, super suits included.

You were correct in the bandages department, a tough linen and armor combination that bulked him out. It travelled along his whole body, though it was nicely designed. You couldn’t help but run your hands along him – a move that normally got you shoved into the bed with a laugh – moving to inspect his hands as you flipped them over and back up to his chest.

“You’ve been hiding this from me? You have a super cool superhero suit and you’ve just been hiding it from me?” You say, eyes still lingering over his chest. Marc flushed as he let your hands roam his body, trying to keep his voice as even as possible.

“I wouldn’t say it’s cool… its more a required– What are you doing?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You let a breathy laugh out from your lips, your cheeks flushed from the cold and your fingers starting to freeze just a bit.

“I think I’m just in shock from what happened, but this is…insanely cool.” The rest of the world melted around you as you forgot about the men lying on the ground just out of sight. Your hands were both resting on his pecs– in the bedroom you’d be making a tongue in cheek comment about what great tits he had. You fingernail tapped on the metal moon shaped figure embedded into his chest.

“What’s this do?”

“Mainly kill people.”

“Oh.” You take your hands off of it, as if it had shocked you in that instant. Marc chuckled and reached up, sliding it out of the little holder and handing it to you. It was heavy and well weighted, a shimmery gold with heiroglyphics carved into the middle of it. Marc cleared his throat, watching you with an amused look in his eyes.

“The suit was a gift from uh–”

“Bird brain, I know.”

“Maybe don’t say that to his face, not like you can.”

You gave the little moon back to him, handing it over gently and letting your fingers overlap with his for just a lingering moment. You had more questions still acting as a battering ram in the back of your head.

“Your eyes, how did you do the…glowing thing?” Marc gave a joking sigh, giving you a bemused look as you grinned up at him. In an instant the hood and mask came back, the glowing eyes beaming in all their glory. You grin, the eyes alone giving a million questions. Could he see properly with that?

“It’s a little unnerving.” You admit with a laugh, though it soon disappears when you glance over to the direction of the bus stop. “Those people…are they…?”

“Do you wanna know?”

“Not really.”

Marc looked off to the side for a moment, catching his reflection in a puddle just to your side. He looked as if he were nodded to himself, listening to something.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever.” He mumbled to the reflection, before drawing his attention back to you. He put a hand on your cheek, the soft linen rubbing against your skin. “I’ll see you around?” Now it was your turn to look confused.

“What?” You asked, watching as before your eyes the suit Marc was wearing– hood and all– vanished from sight, replaced instead by the crisp formal white suit that you had seen earlier. The eyes still glowed familiarly, scrunching up in what looked like a smile before dropping back to their wide, concerned look.

“Are you alright, love? Those guys looked right dodgy…” Steven’s voice broke the silence, glowing eyes searching your form to see if he could spot any injuries. You placed both of your hands on his suit, rubbing the soft fabric beneath your fingertips.

“I knew it was you back there…” You murmured, hands tracing over his neatly done up tie. Even that had heiroglyphics printed onto it. Steven’s gloved hands cover yours, adjusting his tie a bit. He puffed out his chest, as if he was showing off his costume to you like a bird showing off his plumage.

“Cool, innit? Bit more sophisticated than Marc’s.”

Grinning, you carefully lifted a hand to his featureless face, thumb rubbing over his cheek. It felt odd to look into eyes that held no expression and only glowed back at you, a mask that had no mouth and you could only pick out where his nose was. It looked tough, intimidating in a way. Steven’s hands once again covered yours;, his hands were warm, you realized.

“Still me, love. Still Marc too.” He hummed, thumb rubbing over your hand. You bit your lip to keep from grinning all the time.

“It’s weird. A good weird. You protected me.” Steven’s mask melted away under your touch, his gentle gaze looking down at you as his face nuzzled into your hand. You felt butterflies dance around in your stomach looking at those chocolate brown eyes again.

“Thank you,” you spoke softly to him, taking a step forward to be as close to him as possible. “For saving me. Both you and Marc.” A red flush creeped up onto Steven’s cheeks, eyes bearing into you with all the love and adoration he could muster.

“It’s nothing, really. You weren’t texting back, yeah? And I just…well Marc too but.. My gut instinct just told me something…bad was happening.” Steven looked over to the direction where the men on the ground were still laying. “I’m so, so sorry you had to go through that. You don’t deserve that, love.”

You cut him off before he could apologize again for something he couldn’t control, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek sweetly. “I’m fine, honestly babe. I’ve got a superhero to protect me now. Maybe I’ll start getting into trouble to see him more often.” You winked, smiling widely. Steven eyes lit up and his own laugh burst from his lips.

“Has Marc told you what his superhero name is? The name Khonshu gave him?” He looked like a giddy child, practically bouncing from foot to foot. You gave a faux gasp, letting your hand fall to your side.

“He has *not*. Fess up, what is it?” You ask, playing into how happy he was about this new information. Steven paused for a moment, looking just over your shoulder.

Normally, you couldn’t see when an alter fronted. It was an invisible moment that you had learned to pick up on, a moment you continued to keep sacred and as stress free as possible. Now, however, you could *see* the switch happening. You had realized it before, but now it made more sense. Steven’s neatly pressed suit transformed back to Marc’s, the wrappings flying over each limb and inch of him to secure to him. Marc’s face remained uncovered, but the stern eyebrows had returned.

“Hey, did you know I can fly like this?” Marc asked, his question clearly trying to distract you from the conversation you and Steven were having. You blink as you got your bearings as to what was going on. Sometimes even the boys moved too quick for you to keep up.

“Did you force Steven out so he wouldn’t tell me?” You put your hands on your hips like a scolding parent.

“Do you want to fly or not?” He asked, getting a bit impatient and annoyed. You shook your head, grinning.

“Not until you tell me.” You weren’t going to back down on this. Marc let out a tired sigh, running a hand over his face as you looked at him with anticipation.

“I work under Khonshu as his Moon Knight.” He sounded a little embarrassed, despite his gruff exterior. A snort escaped your mouth as your hands flew up to cover it. You had to admit, it was a little silly. Marc shot you a ‘less-than-thrilled’ look at your reaction.

“And Steven does he..also..work under that name?” You gave a slight cough to hide the laugh that bubbled from your throat. You blinked in surprise as Steven fronted yet again, rapidly switching the costume each time.

“Mr. Knight, thank you very much. More formal, innit?” The sound of voices coming from the street over, where you were just nearly attacked, causing a spike of anxiety to course through your veins. Steven’s hand flew to your arm, as if he was prepared to throw you behind him in a split second.

“We should go,” he said, not waiting for an answer before dragging you along the side road towards the direction of the flat. His mask had formed back around his head, muffling his voice as he spoke. “‘Fraid I can’t fly yet, Marc said he’ll teach me though. Dinner will be cold too, I’m afraid.” He looked back around to you before letting his whole costume fade away, revealing one of his goofy tropical shirts that he always wore. You slid your hand into his properly, feeling his warm touch pull you along.

“So,” you started, taking a few extra strides to keep up with him. “Does this mean if I marry you…will I be Mrs. Knight?”

#Moon Knight #Marc Spector #Steven Grant #Marc Spector x female reader #Steven Grant x female reader

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totallycorrectfostershome · 19 days

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Bloo: Can we dance in the rain, Mr. Herriman? Mr. Herriman: No. Mac: Why not? Mr. Herriman: You'll get soaked. Bloo: What's wrong with that? Mr. Herriman: You could catch pneumonia, run up a terrible hospital bill, linger a few months, and die. *looking out the window as it continues to rain* Bloo: I always forget. If you ask Herriman, you get a worst-case scenario. Mac: I had no idea these little showers were so DANGEROUS!

#foster's home for imaginary friends #incorrect foster's home for imaginary friends #blooregard q. kazoo #mac #mr. herriman #source: calvin and hobbes

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stillxnunpxidintern · 2 years

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Steddie x Henderson Reader Imagine - The Search Begins (Part 1)

(Monster Town Au)

You had been waiting outside for Eddie to turn up, he was meant to be here at 11, but it was nearly 12 now. You gonna inside to ring him at about half 11 but when you hadn't gotten an answer, you thought he was on his way but that doesn't seem to be the case.

Going back inside you rung him again and again still no answer. You were annoyed, as you both had planned to spend the day together, and now he just blows you off and ignoring you, if he thought he could do that to you, he was very mistaken.

After spending an hour making and eating your lunch, kind of a angrily as you waited by the phone, kind of hoping that Eddie would decide to ring you but nothing.

Grabbing your car keys, you headed to Eddie trailers to check to see if he was there but his van was gone, so turning round you drove back home to see if he had stopped but no van or Eddie.

So you started driving around, looking at all the normal places he could of been. You stopped at the mechanics to see if he had been by but they guys there informed you they haven't seen him today, thanking them you left and went to your next location.

You spent the next few hours just driving around Hawkins, and just asking anyone if they had seen Eddie or his van, but you kept getting the same answer of no and now you were starting to worry.

During his shift work, Steve had seen your car drive passed more than a few times, what stuck him as odd, when he knew that you were meant to be spending the day with Eddie.

With having seen no signs of Eddie or his van at all anywhere in town, you went back to the trailer once last time to check but still nothing, so then head back home.

On the drive home, your worry started to turn in panic and causing you to gripped the steering wheel tightly that your knuckles were turning the white, just trying to keep yourself grounded till you got home.

When you arrived home, you sat on the front step with your hands were starting to shake and then your whole body, as you started to properly panic, as your mind went over every scenario that could happen to Eddie, all of them ending horribly.

Since you started worrying about Eddie and as it turned in panic, Steve had been feeling it all cause of the mating mark. At first he could deal with but as soon as the panic set in he began to get anxious and looking at the clock.

Thankfully it was Robin who was on with him today and could see this, asking him what was wrong and so he told her, how he could feel you panicking. Robin quickly told him he needed to go you, and she'll get someone to cover him.

He thanked her and said he owes her one, as he rushed out of the store. He was in his car and heading to you in second, trying to work out what was wrong, that could cause this panic.

When he arrived, you were still on the step shaking but now with a blanket draped over you, no doubt thanks to Dustin, who was next to you and trying to help but didn't seem to much. Steve was by your side in seconds and pulling you into his arms, as he walked in the house, behind Dustin.

Once inside, Steve placed you on the couch and gently pulled the neck of your top and rubbed his mark with his fingers, nose & cheek, trying to calm you down.

It took a while but once he was able to calm you, he wrapped you up his arms and then asked what had happened.

You started to tell him about the day and what lead to the to panic attack, then told him that you were knew something was wrong, something terrible happened, as you said it you began to shake again, as it finally hit that someone or something had taken Eddie.

Steve told you that everything was gonna be okay, they were going to find Eddie. He left you on the couch as he went to the house phone, as he rang his and your friends, trying to find anything that could be useful into tracking Eddie down.

Unfortunately no of them had been able to provide any information at that moment, but will let him know if they learnt any new information.

His wolf was calling for blood of who ever was responsible for this heinous act, cause no one gets to take one of his mates and then emotionally destress the other one. If they really thought for one moment they were gonna get away with it, then they had another thing coming.

Because he is gonna became the big bad wolf and a thing of nightmares, to protect his mates.

#Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #Eddie Munson x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson #Steddie x Reader #Steddie #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Stranger Things Imagine #Werewolf Steve Harrington #Vampire Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington x You #Eddie Munson x You

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silyabeeodess · 8 months

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FusionFall Headcanons: Nano Training (Expanded)

Overall, much of the training a nano receives isn't too different from their IE Donor's simply because, once you have a nano, the bulk of time training and fighting is spent with them at your side. Nevertheless, it's still important to closely monitor your nano's independent growth.

While it is possible for nanos to adopt a wide array of their original model's abilities, full mastery of them is another matter. There's not much of a rhyme or reason to their innate talent since--like so many other aspects--it depends on the influence of their IE Donor as much as their original model. Therefore, it is up to the IE Donor to carefully observe their nanos and see where their strengths lie. Many of their abilities can even be dangerous to you and other allies, so figuring all of this out early on acts as a precautionary measure as well. All original models have a set of data collected on them courtesy of the Nano Project, so don't be afraid to gather what information you can to get a better understanding of the little doubles.

As mentioned in other posts, another option is to have your nano train under their original model directly. Some original models will give opportunities for nanos to learn how to master their abilities, typically as a large group. Examples of models more inclined to teach their nano copies include Blossom, Wilt, Numbuh One, and Dee Dee. In contrast, those who rarely get involved with nanos include Eddy, Bloo, and Hex. Depending on the personality of the model in question, an IE Donor might feel more or less inclined to allow their nano to attend these lessons though if there's a concern that they may adopt the model's negative traits.

It's important for an IE Donor to remember that nanos aren't tools, they're teammates. They may have been made for war, but they still feel and act as independent creatures. As such, in downtime, you should find opportunities to connect with your nanos. Building a sense of trust will naturally increase your ability to lead them in-turn.

While it may seem unnecessary for a nano to go through the same physical training as their IE Donor, participation in some physical training will give them a better sense of how you move on the battlefield and how they can move in-synch. This will help them cover your blind spots as well as get you both acquainted with how to maneuver around each other.

Matchups are extremely important to getting one's team running like a well-oiled machine. A successful fusion fighter should be able to fire out commands in an instant in a battle, their nanos responding in quick succession as though they were one body. Strategizing your matchups (both by nano type and nano ability) will allow you to take on fusion monsters much easier. For example, having one nano as a standby healer in the event of an emergency is common among less adept fighters. Barring specific circumstances, it is often recommended that you organize your team so that you're set with one nano of each type-limiting the possibility of facing a natural weakness in combat. Avoid favoritism.

Just as IE Donors are expected to learn some degree of medical knowledge to tend to their nanos in the field, nanos should also be prepared for a worst-case scenario. Especially for independent agents within Earth's forces, there's a danger of a fusion fighter falling in battle without another soldier around to help them. With the exception of Resurrect 'Ems, this leaves their fates entirely onto their nanos. With their much smaller size as a massive disadvantage, the nanos will have to get their IE Donor to a safe location and administer aid as needed. Obviously, healers and nanos with the recall ability will have the easiest time of this, but it's still important to come up with a plan in case of an emergency. Other knowledge your nanos likely should have for such an event include army signals/channels in order to call for help and an overview of the human body's needs, such as maintaining a healthy temperature.

Similarly, your nanos will also need to know how to survive without you in the event of separation. There is no advantage to having them completely dependent on you. Most of the time, if they are in serious danger, they can simply return to their nano chips--locking themselves inside. However, moving too far out of range of the chip/damage to the chip is still very much possible. When divided from their teams, nanos are encouraged to prioritize their own safety. If they can't regroup with their own team, they are to bunker down until the danger has passed and then return to a base/find another fusion fighter to help them as soon as possible. Fighting fusion monsters alone should be a last resort.

#fusionfall #headcanons #nanos #nano training #video games

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ihaveatheoryonthat · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 24: Fight, Flight or Freeze

I’m not the happiest with how this came out, but it accomplishes what it was meant to. If, somehow, you haven’t already read the Wing AU by @manchasama I would recommend you take a look before reading this ;)

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A surprising number of people didn’t seem to understand how identical twins worked. Most could be pardoned, but there were some that were just so far out there it was absolutely laughable.

In the interest of not confusing those oblivious members of public, Emmet told himself it was for the better that they’d grown up hiding their contrasting wings. Best case scenario, he would have to explain that no, they used to match a long time ago; worst case scenario, someone walked away more confused than they’d started.

He’d since come to terms with the stark difference between himself and his twin; it was something only a select few people would ever see, after all. If they’d decided they were comfortable enough to uncover their wings in front of someone-- which was to say Elesa-- odds were that person already knew how to tell the two of them apart, independent of color scheme. And really, if his wings had stayed black, what would that have meant for the Battle Subway’s aesthetic? The lighter color scheme had been a matter of practicality first and foremost; it was far easier to hide white feathers against a white coat than to try obscuring them against black.

Truthfully, he didn’t even remember much about the period of illness that had triggered the change. Mostly, he remembered their parents’ worried faces and how hot it had been, even when he repeatedly kicked off his covers. There were snatches of Ingo’s voice-- words too foggy to have withstood the test of time, but incredibly upset nonetheless-- and he knew that, when the sickness finally ran its course, he’d woken up to an otherwise empty bedroom. Any further detail had been lost, and by the end of it, his feathers had been dappled with a grey that, slowly, gave way to the white he now carried.

Oh, he’d been so upset back then. Their mother had explained to him that it was perfectly fine; the change didn’t mean he was sick, just that he had been and was better now. Their father had tried the angle that it should be a mark of pride, showing how resilient he’d been. Neither of those had been the issue, but, then again, Emmet was relatively certain he wouldn’t have accepted any argument tried on him. The only thing that he’d tolerated had been the mumbled, “Well I think they’re pretty.” as Ingo clumsily worked through the feathers, buried up to his little wrists.

To an extent, it had been his twin’s easy acceptance that soothed his mind, but also the limited scope. Emmet didn’t care what had caused the difference; he couldn’t understand the intricacies involved or why his illness had led to it, and he had no reason to be proud when he wasn’t even fully aware of how harsh the sickness had been.

An opinion, though-- that was easy. He didn’t have to follow Ingo’s logic; there didn’t even need to be any logic. If Emmet wanted to, he could disagree, the way he liked tamato berries and Ingo didn’t, where neither of them was wrong.

Funny enough, Ingo eventually came around on tamatos, and Emmet came to accept his white wings.

Part of him, though, had never stopped wanting to match.

His hands combed through feathers, and he tried to figure out what entity might have overheard the long lived wish, which Pokemon might have deliberately misinterpreted it. Not like this-- he’d never wanted Ingo to be the one who retook their symmetry.

There was precious little dark amongst the light greys and whites, and that which existed was on its way out, damaged by time and claws. It was very, very clear that the one responsible for grooming his twin’s wings hadn’t been a human, but Sneasler. Feathers were nicked and tattered, but likely by no fault of the noble’s own; it couldn’t be easy to maneuver with such wickedly long claws. Even though he spotted a blood feather that had been cut and stemmed, it was still better than leaving the wings to wither.

The parts Ingo had been able to reach on his own were better, less frayed by several orders. That the amnesia hadn’t been able to erase the natural urge to preen was a comfort; though there was no evidence to suggest that the impairment might be reversible, that was one tiny bit of hope.

For all the physical damage that existed, plain to see, Emmet’s biggest concern was the shift in attitude. The broken feathers would molt and be replaced, and the color would eventually stabilize. What would be trickier-- far more akin to his own internal crisis as a small, confused child-- was the fact that Ingo had been doing his level best to avoid acknowledging that he had wings, and it… wasn’t difficult to tell why.

The Pearl Clan stared. There was an implicit understanding that the clan was a whole, and Emmet, at least, was an outsider. Maintaining any sort of relationship with them would have relied on blending in as much as possible and, therefore, hiding anything that stood out.

No wonder his brother’s feathers were in such a state. Stranded on the opposite side of the world and lost to time without even a working memory to fall back on, reliant on people who accepted him only once he buried a major facet of his being, and even then seemed wary of the mannerisms that made Ingo himself… Emmet had considered his side of their separation stressful-- he’d even joked, ruefully, to Elesa that the whole thing was going to give him grey feathers-- but not to this extent.

He thought back to the hazy days after his wings had turned, combing the depths of his memory for anything that might offer some measure of solace, and came up empty handed. The underlying issue here wasn’t a matter of cosmetics, it was that Ingo’s view of his wings had changed for the worse. He couldn’t write that off with senseless positivity, and any contrasting opinion he could offer would come across as an empty platitude at best.

There was something he could do, though-- maybe not here and now, but a step forward once they got home. He decided right then that he would stop covering his own wings up, would prove to Ingo that not everyone judged so harshly.

In the meantime, he let his hands sink into the dappled feathers, wrist deep.

#ihaveatheoryonthat pkmn #submas #fanfic #whumptober

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