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wildestdreamsblog · 1 year

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Hello how are you?

I'm not sure if I've already sent this to you so... If your requests are open I want to request a fic with yoongi (or a member that suits you better) where they are in a relationship and the reader feels neglected, yoongi is too involved with the next album to give us attention so the reader tries to break up but how are we talking from a Yandere... I think you know where I'm going lol

Sorry if it's too confusing, I really like your writing so I wanted to read this from your perspective (with a lot of angst pls🛐

You’re not leaving me

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You were done waiting for him, done being alone in this relationship. But it turns out Min Yoongi is someone who won’t let go. Idol!AU

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Dubcon, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: Here you go because you asked so nicely 💜3,333 words!

“He’s not coming, is he?”

You flinched from your friend’s sharp words. You turned around to meet her eyes, having to step out of your own party to ask where your boyfriend was, where Min Yoongi was.

“Something came up,” you replied, your voice small as you forced yourself to smile at her reassuringly. She eyed your phone, shaking her head as she lamented how this wasn’t even the first time your so-called boyfriend bailed out on you. She said and you quoted, ‘What’s the use of having a boyfriend when he can’t even make an effort to show up?’

You hated to agree, but for the life of you you could no longer defend him.

The truth was, he couldn’t even be bothered to pick up his phone tonight.

The truth was, this wasn’t the first time he did this to you.

The truth was, every time he told you he was sorry, you believed him a little less.

“You deserve so much better, Y/N,” your friend said as she wrapped her arms around you. For fuck’s sake, it was his and your anniversary. And the person you wanted to show up couldn’t even be bothered to show up, she thought.

That night, you didn’t go back to his home. You decided to instead go to your own apartment, the one you didn’t let go of once he asked you to move in. It turned out it was the smartest thing you had ever done. You woke up that morning with a single message.

‘Sorry I wasn’t able to pick up the phone. How’s my kitten?’

You scoffed, throwing your phone somewhere on your bed without replying. You had not gone home the whole night and yet, he didn’t ask you where you were. You were almost certain that Yoongi himself didn’t even come home last night. You didn’t know what hurt more: the fact that he didn’t know you didn’t come home, or that he didn’t even bother to tell you he wasn’t coming home.

Or that he didn’t even remember it was your anniversary yesterday.

You felt hot tears falling freely on your face with the realization that you and him were nearing the end of your relationship.

Was this even how relationship should be?

Were you just wasting time on something that you thought was more?

Did he really love you?

Did he still love you?

The door opened before you could even enter the code. His eyes went wide when he saw you, relief apparent in his face and the way his shoulders loosened. You hadn’t even reacted yet when he pulled you inside his expensive apartment, his arms tight around you as he buried his face on your neck.

If he noticed that you didn’t welcome his embrace, he didn’t comment, too lost on his own misery when he found you gone.

“I thought something bad happened to you, kitten,” he began, his voice shaky. His embrace became even tighter and it started to hurt. But nothing could hurt more than your heart right now. “You didn’t answer my message. I was worried!”

He stepped back, finally noticing that you were still wearing your clothes yesterday.

“Where did you stay, kitten?” He asked, his tone holding something unfamiliar, something dark. His large and veiny hand, the one that you always admired, tilted your chin up. His eyes were serious. Yoongi was always serious but you felt like this was different. “You must have been too drunk to come back home, right, kitten? You should have called me. I would have picked you up, you know that,” his tone was sweet, yet his words felt like they were a warning, as if you displeased him.

“You won’t make me worry again, right? You won’t disappear without a word again, right kitten?”

And only when you nodded did he let you go. He smiled so sweetly at you, before telling you what he planned for the two of you today.

See, everytime Yoongi messed up, he overcompensated. He became more romantic, bought you expensive things you didn’t ask for, took you to places you had never been. He held onto you a little bit tighter. And that night, he touched you a little bit harder, thrusting just a little bit deeper into you as if he was claiming you.

Times like these were the reason why you thought he loved you. But then the vicious cycle continued. He would become busier, so immersed with his work that he forgot to love you. You were understanding, beyond understanding. But just because you understood didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt.

It did.

And you could no longer live like this.

You didn’t know how to react when you saw on the internet that the group was seen at the airport today as they are bound to Japan- yet another thing he failed to mention to you. You were currently with your friend, hanging out after work when you saw the news. The look on your face must have been obvious that she snatched your phone away to read.

“You know what you have to do, Y/N. He treats you like you don’t even matter! How hard can messaging you be? It’s like he just wants you around without putting in effort in your relationship. Leave him, girl!”

You couldn’t even defend him because she was right.

The next night, he video called you. You must have been a masochist because you accepted.

“Hi kitten! Jimin’s asking which kimono you want,” he said in his deep voice, the camera showing you Jimin as he held up two Kimonos with different colors. His smile was a welcome reprieved from your dreary days. “Hi my favorite noona! Which do you want more?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him calling you his favorite. “Why are you buying me Kimono, Jiminnie?”

“It’s a bribe so you won’t ever leave my hyung here,” he joked, unknowingly hitting you where it hurt. He was laughing at Yoongi as he said it. “He was more unbearable when he hadn’t found you yet.”

You lost your smile for a moment before acting as though you were happy. But Yoongi saw you faltered for a second. He wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t unfeeling. He could sensed that something changed, and to be honest it terrified him.

It terrified him what he would do if he lost you…if you ever leave him.

Once you decided what color you wanted, Yoongi came back on the screen. His handsome face never managed to not make your heart skip a beat.

“How’s my kitten? Did you have dinner already?” He asked in his sweet, deep voice.

“You’re in Japan,” you stated the obvious, your voice toneless as you looked at his confused and apologetic expression.

“Yes…I’m sorry I wasn’t able to tell you beforehand. Schedule’s a bit tight this week. I can’t wait to come home to you though, my kitten. I miss you. I love you deeply.”

That night, you didn’t say you loved him back.

You were done with the disrespect, with the disregard, with being an afterthought for him that you decided it would be best to leave while he was abroad. It would be easier for you to not have him around as you packed your things, as you packed the life you thought you would have with him.

With one sorrowful look at the bedroom you shared with him, you wheeled out your luggage out of the room only to found him sitting on the sofa quietly, swirling a glass of whiskey. The living room was dark, saved for the light provided by the lampshade, casting shadow on his face. He was staring at nothing, his form that of a statute from sitting so still. Slowly, so slowly he lifted his eyes to you.

“Going somewhere, kitten?” He asked in his deep voice, his eyes shifting to your luggage before idly returning to you.

“Y-Yoongi, why are you here?” You asked, your voice shaking with shocked and fright.

The side of his lips tilted up, his eyes observing your rigid form before sipping from his drink. He put it on the table with a thud, “I live here. So do you. So I’ll ask again. Where are you going?”

You were stunned by his replies. He shouldn’t be here. This was supposed to be easy. What was he doing here?

“B-but you’re supposed to be in Japan.”

Yoongi stood up, casually walking to you like a hunter would. It would be fitting because you felt like you were a prey as you backed away from him. He smirked, keeping his eyes on you even when you put the kitchen counter in between the two of you.

“I returned because I missed you, honey. Aren’t you happy I’m here now?” The look on his face terrified you, the look on his eyes was dark as though he was both hurt and angered by something, as though he was barely hanging on a thread. “Ahhh,” he pondered in realization. “You’re not happy to see me because you were fucking leaving me.”

“Y-Yoongi, you’re scaring me,” you all but whimpered as you backed away from him further when he came too close, his hand almost grabbing you. He tilted his head when you evaded his touch.

“Why are you running away from me?” He mocked you as he watched you ran back to the living room, putting so much space between the two of you.

He hated it.

Yoongi looked down at the expanse of the floor between him and you with so much disdain, his long black hair covering his face.

“Yoongi, let’s talk when you’re calm, okay?” You whispered in a soothing voice, not wanting to set him off. Yoongi had always been the calm one. He was even mistaken for an emotionless man. But you, of all people, knew that he only expressed his emotions with people he trusted, with people he loved. And you experienced how expressive he was when he was happy, when he was tired, when he was loving. But you were not familiar with how he was when he was angry.

You were terrified as you realized that now might be the time you saw his angry side.

“Why?” He droned, his eyes now focused on your luggage, glaring at it so hard as if he wanted it it disappear. As though he didn’t want to see the obvious evidence of you leaving him.

How could you leave him?

“Why do you want to talk now when you were going to fucking leave me without talking to me?!” He hissed, the veins in his neck protruding as he swiped off your luggage to the side in his haste to get to you.

And this time, you weren’t fast enough.

He had you trapped on the wall, his arms caging you as he looked down at you with sadness and fury in his eyes. “You’re really thinking of leaving me,” he whispered as tears formed in his eyes.

You attempted to push him away, your hands on his chest but he was as still as a stone. Why were you pushing him away, kitten? Didn’t you love him anymore? Wasn’t he attractive anymore?

Were you tired of me?

Was there someone else?

Was that why you were leaving him? You found someone better?

“Yoongi,” you breathed, trying to calm your nerves. You could feel how hard his heart was beating, could feel the emotions rolling off of him. He was shaking, his tears falling from his face as the handsome man looked at you with nothing short of broken. In an attempt to calm him, you slowly, so slowly caressed his face. Tears drenched your hand as he leaned on it, placing kisses on your palm. “Yoongi,” you called him again, wanting his eyes on you so he could understand why you had to do this.

“Yes, my kitten?”

“You don’t love me anymore. Or at least, you don’t love me like before,” you explained further and as kindly as you could.

He looked confused as he looked at your eyes intensely.

“You can’t seriously be surprised, Yoongi…I had to learn you were in Japan through the internet when you were the one I’m in a relationship with.”

“Are.”

What?

“You are in relationship with me. This is not ending. We are never ending.”

“Yoongi, I’m breaking up with you,” you quietly declared, and now that it was out there, you felt light. You felt…like this was right. Which was obviously opposite to what the man was feeling. Yoongi’s face glowered, his eyes burned with determination. His hold on your hand tightened when you attempted to withdraw from him.

How could he let you leave when you were the only sun in his world? When you made him feel?

“No. You’re not breaking up with me. You’re not leaving me. You’re staying with me until the end of time.”

“This is not working! You don’t give me time, you don’t tell me where you are, you don’t even show up-“

“So that’s the problem? That I’m not present? So you just want to be with me, right, kitten? I’m sorry I’ve been distant…” he whispered, his face nuzzling your neck despite your adamant refusal. “From now on, you’ll never be far from me.”

He promised himself you would never leave his sight until you took back the fucking thought that you would break up with him. If you thought breaking up with him was easy, you were in for a treat. If you thought he’d let you go that easily, then you didn’t know him at all.

“You don’t understand!” You yelled at him, feeling frustrated with how he was selectively hearing what you had to say. Your emotions were swelling up that you were able to muster the strength to push him away. You quickly put a lot of distance between the two of you, only able to manage it because he was in a daze.

“Yoongi, you only look for me when you remember me. That’s not love! I love you, but I love myself, too. I’m leaving you.”

His brows furrowed, why were you still insisting you were leaving him? He stared down at you with exasperation in his face, his nostrils flaring. Yoongi’s jaw clenched when he heard you said that you were leaving him.

And then he sprang into action.

You ran to the bedroom which was the closest room to you as you recognized you were in danger. You were about to slam the door to his face when he inserted his booted foot, effectively stopping it from closing. He barged into the room, flicking the lock himself before facing you with his dark face.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re not leaving me, kitten,” he declared, his voice hard before pushing you on the bed. He wasted no time, crawling to you and shoving your thighs apart. He settled in between your legs, avoiding you from closing them as he leaned closer to you.

In this position, you could not be more vulnerable as you were.

Yoongi was mad, yet his touches were soft. His hand caressed your face before kissing you. His kisses were different from before. He was kissing you as though he was starved, as though he was tired of holding back from you. His other hand was lifting your leg, rubbing his engorged erection on your core.

You wished you could say you were unaffected, but you weren’t.

He always knew which button to push, which spot to kiss to make you mindless. And Min Yoongi was using it to his advantage.

His tongue thrusted in your mouth, stroking against your tongue as though he was tasting you. The way he kissed you was unlike the ways you had been kissed before. This time, it felt a lot like claiming you. He was expert in this, you knew this from the start. His sexy, deep moans weakened your refusal that you found yourself pulling him close, your hand on his nape. His whole body was covering yours, his weight completely on top of you as his kisses dragged down to your neck.

He was marking you, latching on the thin skin and suckling like he wanted the whole world to know you were his woman. The way he suckled on your sensitive nipples made you whimpered, your hands on his silky, black hair. But when he went down to your core, breathing hotly on it, suddenly you remembered what you were supposed to do.

With renewed strength, you pulled his hair, stopping him from getting closer to your core. But you should know, you were no matched to a man who almost lost the only woman he ever loved. Yoongi growled, grabbing your wrists away from his hair.

“This is a mistake,” you moaned when he started lapping your core, his sinful tongue pushing past your lips with vigor. Your essence tasted heaven to him. How could you take this away from him, he thought. He could never go without this.

“No,” he growled, the vibration from his voice elating a moan from you. “This is fucking right.”

You tried twisting from him, a sad attempt at standing your ground. “I’m leaving you. Let me go!”

He chuckled, fucking chuckled as if it was hilarious to him. “Why would I let you go, kitten? You’re the one for me. We’re going to get through this.”

In your shocked at his adamant refusal to let you go, you didn’t notice that he stripped of his pants, his cock now bared to you. You always had trouble fitting him in you. He was thick, veins apparent on his cock. Every time you were done making love, you would always have difficulties walking. He fucked you that good.

His cock bobbed up and down as he crawled to you, his lips turning into a smirk as he watched you watched his hardness. His hot breath tickled your neck as he leaned in, his lips on your ear.

“You know why I’m not always with you?”

“Because you’re busy with work-“

He chuckled darkly, his hand completely encasing both your wrist while the other was playing with your clit, encircling it erotically.

“Wrong, kitten. I had to tear myself away from you because if I didn’t, you’d figure out how obsessed I am to you, how needy I am. If you knew, you would run to the hills. But I see now that was a mistake…you almost left me because of that.”

Your heart beat louder when he confessed. You tried twisting your wrists to make him let go of you to no avail. “Why are you telling me this now?”

With an indulgent smile, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. He pushed your knees to your chest, completely baring you to him. “Because you deserve to know how much you are loved by me.” And how he would never let you go.

He grabbed his cock, sliding it between your wet pussy before guiding it to your entrance. You moaned from his ministration, his seduction working. Your body started to betray you, lust attacking your senses.

“You want me, right?”

You moaned when he pinched your nipple, his hard cock teasing your entrance.

“You love me, right? You’re never going to leave me…right?”

And when you moaned yes, he suddenly pushed his cock inside you.

By the end of that night, he made you screamed how much you loved him. And come morning, Yoongi looked at you with adoration, tracing the marks he left on your skin. The heat of your skin calmed him.

It scared him that he was willing to do anything for you.

And now, you would discover who he really was. You would discover a love that was too much, that was suffocating… a love that was his.

#yandere bts #suga x y/n #suga x reader #min yoongi fic #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x y/n #min yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yandere min yoongi #yandere suga #bts fic

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billskeis · 5 months

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hiii! i really love your writings and im excited to see the new ones!

i was wondering if you could do a tom kaulitz fluff?

also no rush, i saw the new post so take your time!💜

ᡣ𐭩 shopping w tom

you and tom were out shopping at the mall, stepping into one of the stores, you look around to all the unfamiliar fabrics around you.

everything was so, tight-fitting.

you and tom had been dating for a while, and it has been going so well. you love him so much. however, for the time you have been dating tom, one of your biggest concerns as of now is that not once have you really wore anything feminine around him.

not that he cared.

tom was selfish, and very selfish in the fact that he wouldn’t want anybody else seeing the body you hid under the oversized clothes you wore everyday. in comparison to all the other girls tom has dated, they wore clothes that hugged their body snug, curves out on display 24/7.

not to say that you weren’t confident in your body, you very much were. you just found comfort in wearing clothes that didn’t have to suffocate you, comfort over anything. there were countless times you have been mistaken for a boy wearing clothes as such.

but for tom, he was the only person who could see your perfect body.

he was the only person who could relish in the true beauty you hid under all the layers of bagginess. he also adored how similar your styles were and that matching with each other was so easy, always buying two of the same shirts or sweaters for one another. he loved it a lot.

“what’s the matter?,” tom stands beside you as you hold the small, black body-con in your hands, the straps dangling off your fingers. “i don’t know if i like this, if we’re going out for dinner i want to be able to eat quite a lot. but this dress is soo gorgeous..”

he laughs at you and squishes your cheek between his thumb and index finger, you try to swat away his hand but he’s already dodging you.

“you are quite the eater,” he chuckles as you jokingly elbow the side of his body, smiling. “but whatever makes you most happy and comfortable, i will always love you and what you wear regardless.”

this man has you in a chokehold.

his way of words was so clever, whatever he said and did was always able to make your knees weak, you tilt your head at tom, staring, “i do want to be able to dress up for once..” biting your lip, tom’s eyes widen as he looks at you, the dress, and then quickly looks away. “mm, but baby you know how i feel about men.. they have no shame.”

“they can’t help but gawk their eyes at you even when you’re mine.”

he’s recalling the night were you were both out on a date, coming out the theatre from the movies. it wasn’t even anything dressy you were wearing but instead of a baggy t-shirt like you’d normally wear it was a crop top that showed off your midriff.

let’s just say it didn’t end well for that stranger, tom made it very clear who you were to him.

you pout, you weren’t upset at tom’s possessiveness, if anything it was quite hot. but you wanted to doll yourself up for your man. after all, he really deserves it for being the best boyfriend ever. “aw, but i really wanted to wear this tonight, it IS more for you than it is for me.” you smile innocently at tom who swallows hard, a little speechless at your words because you usually praise how you hate clothes like this.

what’s changed?

he imagines you in the dress, staring at your reflection in the full body-length mirror as you adjust the dress by the spaghetti straps. the dress sits right above your upper thighs, the whole thing showing off your cinched waist and chest. black was also such a sexy color, and it made tom go insane.

you definitely looked good.

as you fix your lip gloss, you bend your body a little closer to the mirror to see better, dress rising up a bit to reveal a bit of your butt.

snapping out of his imagination, tom stands behind you, snaking both his arms around your waist under your shirt, his arms warm. you feel yourself feeling a little hot and panic a bit as you’re in public. trying to escape the grip from him but to not cause a scene in the shop as you almost drop the dress on the floor doing so. he laughs at your attempts to get him off you and kisses your cheek quickly.

you grin at him, what is he doing? tom finally loosens his grip on you as he snatches the dress you were once holding and runs towards the cash, “hey—! what changed your mind?” you ask following behind him as you have a hold on his sweater like a pet-owner trying to control their dog. he stops in his tracks to look at you while the cashier rings up the dress.

tom brings both of his hands to each side of your waist, caressing it a bit while you simply just allow him. his touch is so familiar and comforting you cannot help but not stop him. did the both of you forget that you were in public? “hello? tom? you didn’t answer my question,” crossing your arms as he stops the movement of his hands now just staring at you and smiling brightly.

“wear that dress tonight, i can fight.”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel fluff #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #2000s #fyp

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somanyratsinthewalls · 3 months

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Burning Hearts Chapter 3

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) FemOC

Word Count: 3000

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 - Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

TW: Trauma, alcohol use, smokable plant usage. ;)

Hours went by. Or was it 5 minutes?

Time didn’t feel real.

The pillow under your face was soaked through. You had been crying for so long that your eyes had nearly swollen shut. Every time the tears slowed, the deep ache of your damaged bones and muscles throbbed and reminded you of your harrowing ordeal, causing the sobs to begin again.

*knock knock knock knock*

You sit up in bed. Do you answer? Should you bar the door? You realized you were still covered in flimsy hospital clothes so you throw on the sweatshirt from your bag and sit back down on your bed.

“Um… Yeah?” You hesitantly call out. The door handle turns and the door cracks open. A woman’s voice responds from the crack in the door.

“Hey… uh… you missed dinner… I brought you some food anyway… Can I come in?”

“Ok…” You wipe your nose and eyes on your hand, sitting up straighter.

Carefully, a woman with long, curly brown hair entered your room with a tray of food and some folded clothing. She was clad in the same off-white coveralls that all of the Heart pirates wore. She had a pointy nose and high cheekbones, long dark curls framing her face and shoulders. A yellow headband pushed her hair back into a curly crown around her head.

“Hi.. I’m Ikkaku…” She smiles slightly and takes a tentative step towards you seated on the bed.

“I’m Daisy.” You respond.

“It’s just some stew and rice, nothing fancy. We don’t really have a cook so we alternate kitchen duty. You’re lucky it wasn’t Shachi this week… he can barely boil water.” The woman chuckles.

“Shachi…?” You say mostly to yourself.

“Yeah. Pointy teeth, orca whale hat, stupid long greasy hair?”

“He was one of the ones who kept watch over me…”

“That was him and Penguin. They’re complete morons, but they’re loyal guys. In fact, most of the people here are idiots. The captain is often not excluded from that. You’ll get used to it. I’m the only girl around here. Until now, I guess.”

She sets the tray down in front of you on the bed. You also notice that the tray contains several off-white jumpsuits stacked together. Ikkaku sees you eyeing them.

“The captain asked me to bring them…”

“I’m not wearing the fucking uniform.” You turn your head and shoot a vicious glare at the woman.

She puts her arms up in defeat.

“I don’t blame you.” Ikkaku swallowed nervously. “You don’t even know us and you’ve just experienced the most insane thing that’s ever happened to you. I’m not going to force you into a boiler suit.”

Your glare softens. You drop your head and sigh. You realize your sweatshirt had ridden up and exposed the large brand on your lower stomach. Quickly, you pull your sweatshirt back down.

“Listen. I have some old clothes I wear on laundry days, I’ll drop them by later. They might be tight in the chest…” Ikkaku gestures at your ample chest and then back at her much smaller one and chuckles. “But it’s something clean.”

“That… that would actually be great…” You sigh again and look back at Ikkaku.

Ikkaku softly smiled.

“Of course… I met your captain, you know.”

You rubbed your eyes.

“And? How was he?”

Ikkaku laughed.

“He’s a weird little dude. Pretty ripped up about losing his brother, though. One thing I do know, Daisy, is that he loves you and his crew a whole lot. I heard him tell our cap, he wants to make sure he never loses anyone he cares about ever again. That’s why he wants you to stay here and train with Law. It’s because he cares about you.”

You feel the tears bubbling up again. Ikkaku’s woman’s intuition makes sure this doesn’t go unnoticed. She crouches next to where you were seated on the bed.

“Hey… I know this sucks. You have to do what your captain asks. Just like I do… even though more than half of me was convinced you were going to rip my arms off when I knocked on your door. My captain was right. We have to trust them.”

You bring your hand up to your nose and mouth to try and cover your crying face.

“If it makes you feel better… I got your weed back.” Ikkaku pulls out a red satchel and dangles it in front of your face. You sniff up your tears and lift your head.

“No way… how?!” You grab it greedily out of Ikkaku’s hand.

“I was cleaning the halls and found it in a wastebasket. I thought it had Berries in it so I grabbed it. Imagine my shock when I find this instead.” Ikkaku giggles.

“Oh my gods, I seriously can’t thank you enough.” You genuinely smile for the first time since your incident. “I’m going to roll something right now. Care to stay? I owe you one. For the food, too.” You nod towards the tray of stew.

Ikkaku looks at your bag, then turns her neck to make sure she had closed your door.

“As long as you don’t rat me out to my captain, I’d love to indulge.” Ikkaku smirks.

You smile back and begin rolling a joint. After masterfully creating your signature spiked cigarette, you light the end carefully with your beautiful, gold engraved lighter that Sanji had given you for your birthday. You take a deep inhale of the sweet smelling herb and your eyes nearly roll back in your head in relief.

You feel a twinge of pain in your back.

“Hey, can you crack the window? I don’t need your weird captain barging in and apparently I can’t lift my arms anymore.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it.” Ikkaku rises from the bed and opens your small window. You feel a rush of polar air from the crack in the window. Tiny snowflakes tickle your nose. She returns to her spot at the foot of the bed. You take a few more hits off the joint and pass it to your newfound acquaintance.

Ikkaku wordlessly takes the smoldering cigarette in her fingers and takes a drag. She coughs violently. You offer her the glass of water on your tray that she accepts. After her coughing fit subsides, she laughs.

“Man it’s been while. You must have a serious supplier, this is strong. Law is a real square when it comes to this shit.”

“Trust me, I noticed that. And I grew it myself, she’s my pride and joy.” You rolled your eyes. “What’s his deal, your captain? He isn’t exactly warm and fuzzy.” You take another long pull of the joint.

“He’s seen a lot of shit. He seems hard and scary, but he’s really just a nerd. He collects ancient coins, for fucks sake. He’s got a strong sense of justice, he’s crazy powerful, that’s why we stay with him. He’s a gifted surgeon, saved countless lives. He may be a weirdo, but he’s our captain. I’m sure you can relate.” Ikkaku takes the joint from your fingers again.

“Yeah… I get that…” You lean back against your stacked pillows.

“What’s with the ‘Room’ thing? How does that work?” You asked, feeling that the altered state of consciousness would allow Ikkaku to open up to you more.

“The Op Op Fruit, yeah, he ate it when he was a kid. He doesn’t like to talk about it. Shit, he’d kill me if he knew I was talking about it now, haha!” Ikkaku laughs, clearly less acquainted with medicinal herbs than you were. “He can make an operating room and control the laws of physics within it. He can swap people into each other’s bodies, he can do all kinds of weird shit. It’s the only reason you’re still alive. That, and his gifted skill as a doctor.”

You finish the joint and snuff it out on the windowsill.

“And your power?” Ikkaku asks.

Your breath hitches in your chest.

“My power?” You ask.

“We… we saw your wings… I just assumed it was a-“ Ikkaku shakily inquires.

“I… I don’t know… I was forced to eat the devil fruit when I was a teenager. I’ve only used the wings. I guess a bat, there’s claws, though, maybe a lizard, or something, I guess… I don’t know nor do I want to. I can prove myself without devil fruit powers. I much prefer to use my blades in a battle.”

“I see…” Ikkaku responds.

“But your captain, he’s a swordsman… that’s why Luffy wants me to learn from him, right? He wants me to hone my skills with my blades?” You ask.

“I don’t know what he meant. All I know is you’re here to train for awhile.” Ikkaku sits up. “After you’ve healed, of course. Eat up, gods know how long it’s been since you’ve had solid food. Thanks for the flower, I’m about to get the best sleep of my life.”

Ikkaku rises and heads to the door.

“Thanks for the food. I’ll see you around.” You nod.

“Yeah, you will.” Ikkaku shoots you a warm smile before leaving.

— — —

You spent the next 3 days brooding in your room, accepting food trays from Ikkaku and sneaking to the bathroom when you were sure the rest of the crew had gone to bed. Time had still felt immeasurable, never able to sleep more than a few hours without waking from violent nightmares.

“You can’t stay in here forever, you know.” Ikkaku had told you the night before. The sentence bounced around in your skull all night. She was right. You were feeling better physically and knew you couldn’t complete your captain’s assignment simply by wallowing in your bed for two years.

This morning was the morning you were going to get up and start your new life.

You haul yourself to the showers and spend an hour cleaning your hair, body, and face. Once finished, you dried off and pulled on an old set of Ikkaku’s clothes.

Instead of trekking back to your room, you proceeded to find your way to the galley.

“Haha! There’s no way you ever got that girl to come home with you, I call bullshit!”

“No no I swear! Remember that time-“

The chatter in the galley ceased. Each crew member dropped their conversation to stare at you as you gingerly stepped into the kitchen. There were almost a dozen sets of eyes on you, all silent as you moved through the door frame.

“Don’t mind me…” You awkwardly slid towards the fridge, trying to be as small as possibly.

“Hey, Straw Hat Girl! Heard you’re stuck here for awhile!” A large, brutish man shouts in your direction.

“My name is Daisy.” You scowl. You grab a bowl of white rice that was on the kitchen island.

“There’s fruit and eggs in the fridge, Miss Daisy. I can grab something for you, if you’d like-“ The large polar bear you recognized from the first time you regained consciousness rose from his stool and moved towards you.

You frantically moved back, still apprehensive of the creature.

“I’m fine!” You huffed out. “The rice is fine, thanks.”

You scurried back to your room with rice and chopsticks in hand, sweating from the awkward interaction. Breathing heavily you slam the door of your room shut and sit down at your desk to inhale your breakfast.

— —

“Well that was fucking weird.” Penguin finally blurts out after the girl’s sudden exit from the galley.

“Leave her alone, she’s just lost her crew. Give her some grace.” Ikkaku states.

“Yeah I’m still mad she tried to slaughter Penguin and I multiple times, though” Shachi remarks from across the dining table. The men around the table laugh.

“You guys don’t get it. A woman being thrown into a situation with strange men she doesn’t know? You’ll never understand that fear. She’s handled it better than any of you could ever.” Ikkaku rises and leaves the table.

A heavy silence fills the air of the galley.

— —

The day turns into evening and you roll over in bed to change the pressure on your damaged hips. You could barely walk still so you were mostly bound to your room, against your will.

*bdpp bdpp bdpp* *bdpp bdpp bdpp*

You hear the hum of a mini transponder snail somewhere in your room. You rise from your pillowed nest to try and find the source of the call. You rip the closet door open and see a ringing snail on top of the clothing rack.

You cock your head in interest. Who put that there?

You grab the ringing snail.

“H-hello…?”

“Daisy? It’s Ikkaku. The boys are finally in bed. I found the whiskey stores unlocked. Come down to the galley.” *click* The snail call ends.

Whiskey? Your mouth waters at the mention of it. Normally you preferred to smoke your mind altering substances instead of drinking them, but a cold shot of whiskey sounded like heaven on earth. You pull on a pair of spandex shorts but don’t bother throwing anything on over your sports bra. You quietly creep towards the kitchen. You push the double doors open and find Ikkaku pouring two drinks into rocks glasses.

“Hey girl. Glad you made it. I’m on watch and it’s been painfully boring.” Ikkaku pushes a very full glass of whisky in your direction.

“I’m not one to turn down a drink.” You tiredly smile at your newfound friend.

Silently, you and Ikkaku “cheers”ed your cups before each taking a large sip.

*bddpp bddpp… motion detected. South Gate. Bddpp bddpp…”

“Oh my god, these stupid monitors. Law makes us check them constantly. He’s so paranoid. I’ll be back in a bit.” You nod and Ikkaku excuses herself.

Now that you were alone, seated at the kitchen island with a drink in your hand, you decided this was a perfect time to forget your present struggles.

You slam your glass in one gulp. The alcohol was beginning to warm your veins. It felt good. Comfortable. You grab the bottle and pour another glass. You try your best to sip it slowly but find yourself chugging the whole cup.

More.

The heartbreak and pain of losing your crew drifted further and further from your mind as you ingested more alcohol. On your 5th glass you stumbled and ended up catching yourself against the cool metal wall of the galley.

“I’m so fucked…”

— — —

*CRASH*

The clatter of dishes and cups brought Law out of his office. He trudged down the hallway from his office to the kitchen to investigate the commotion. He swings open the double doors to the galley and looks around.

Nothing.

“Hnnnn… fuck…”

Where was that voice coming from?

Law storms into the galley and investigates the noise. He finds the source quickly. He sees a tangled lump of brown hair with a grey streak laying on his kitchen floor. The body held an empty whiskey bottle in their hand.

“Gods, Daisy.” Law sighs and rubs his forehead.

“Luffy I think it’s fuckin great nnnhnn we can have more chips it’s a great idea. More chips, more dip. You an I… we fuckin get it…"

“You’re wasted. I’m going to take you to your room.” Law states casually.

“Who the FUCK are you… can’t take my dip..” Daisy lazily rolls over to try and resist, but falls again, pinning her own elbow onto the floor.

Law takes a deep breath to calm himself and picks Daisy up off the floor, bridal style. Immediately, arms wrap around Law’s shoulders and neck.

“I wanna go home…” Daisy whispers drunkenly into the crook of Law’s neck.

Law hears a weepy sniffle.

“I just wanna go home…” A wet sob is croaked into his neck.

He knows what she means.

"Please, I want to go home..." Daisy chokes out through sobs and drunk syllables.

“You’re going to go to bed now. We can train tomorrow.” Law trudges towards Daisy’s stateroom. Pushing the door open with his shoulder, Law enters the room.

He walks carefully towards the bed and tries to gently drop her down, awkwardly letting her fall onto the sheets with an “oof!”

“You need to sleep, I must-“ Law starts.

Suddenly a hand grips the back of his neck.

“Can you stay?” A trembling voice calls out.

The air is thick again. Law feels shaking fingers against his neck.

“What?” Law asks.

“Every time I sleep… it happens again. I see it again. It all happens over again. I can’t stop having these nightmares…” Daisy’s drunken grip on the back of Law’s skull tightens. “Can’t you stay here… with me?”

Law was shell shocked. Not in his life had anyone ever asked for his touch or his presence. He knew anything he could ever contribute would make it worse. Daisy needed to grow… and his veiled comfort would only impede that.

“I-I can’t…” Law pulled the blanket over her exhausted body.

He stood up from the bed and peeled Daisy’s hands from his neck. Law shut off the overhead light and exited the stateroom with haste. He pretended he didn’t hear your wracked sobs and cries as he shut the door behind him.

Law returned to his office and poured himself into textbooks, trying to forget the pain you were going through. His vision was blurred with thoughts of your desperate, curled up form as he tried to further his studies…

Law knew you were going to be a bigger problem than anticipated.

Author’s Note: Something fun might happen in the next chapter hehe! Law is feeling conflicted. Should he leave Daisy to deal with her emotions on her own, or should he give in and comfort her? Who even knows what she wants right now. Also sorry OC is a stoner, it's suuuuch a devious self inset, LOL. Suggestions are open :)

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mrwavellswaps · 10 months

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Aftermath of The Homo-Bomb (Theo)

(Make sure to read the ➡️ Prologue ⬅️ first!)

Most cases of The Homo Bombs' effects on people were the same. The majority of people affected were straight men who, once engulfed by the magic, ended up turning completely and utterly gay. So gay in fact that they were turned off by the mere thought of women and now all they wanted was to either fuck or get fucked by other men. As was the intention of Wavell’s experiment. However, as he interviewed more and more people who’d been affected by his magic, he began to find anomalies. One of those anomalies was Theo.

For a start Theo was already a gay man so he shouldn’t have been affected by The Homo-Bomb to begin with. Wavell had only programmed his magic to target straight and bisexual men and to turn them completely gay. And yet for some reason Theo’s body had taken in the magic anyway and the effects it had on him were rather strange…

———

Wavell arrived at the home of his next case. He could already sense the person inside had been affected by his magic so without wasting any time promptly knocked on the door. Of course he could do it the old fashioned way and just teleport inside but he found walking around the town and knocking on doors added to the fun of his experiment.

Moments later the door opened, slowly at first. Half hiding behind the door stood a tall beefy man. He was wearing nothing but a tight pair of jeans that did little to hide his bulge. His hairy pecs and stomach on full display as his nervous posture did little hide just how broad his build was.

“W-who’re you?” He asked, stuttering a little. It was the question everyone asked when they saw Wavell, an unfamiliar stranger in smart clothing, standing at their front door. He of course introduced himself in response, saying the same thing he said to most people. That he was sent to investigate the strange happenings in the town and he was conducting interviews with the people of the town to find out more about it. Naturally he had questions, they all did, but Wavell’s powerful aura combined with his smooth talk was able to put anyone’s mind at ease.

“So, Theo was it? May I?” Wavell asked, nodding towards the inside of the hairy hunk’s home. He smiled as the man swiftly moved to the side, opening the door fully as he offered Wavell inside his home. It was a nice place. Small and quaint. He could tell Theo loved on his own but seemed to have frequent guests over. He didn’t even need to read his mind for that one, Wavell could tell just by looking around.

Before long the two found themselves sitting in the tiny kitchen on opposite sides of a small table. As they sat Wavell couldn’t help noticing how Theo shifted his weight awkwardly. In fact he’d been doing that since he walked in the apartment. The other man simply moved in a way that would imply he wasn’t used to his own body for whatever reason…

“So to state I’d like you to state your name, age and occupation.” Wavell began as he pulled out notes.

“Well… my name is Theo Adams and I’m 25 years old…” he looked somewhat embarrassed to say that.

“I’m sorry did you just say 25??” Wavell responded sharply. This man was hot for sure but there was no way he was 25. He had daddy written all over him! He began to wonder, was this man another anomaly?

“It’s true! I promise!” Theo claimed desperately, his deep baritone voice shaking a little. “Yesterday I-I-I didn’t look like this! I wasn’t hairy a-and I wasn’t tall and I was skinny and and…” he was clearly starting to freak out. Whatever the homo-bomb had done had really rattled him.

Wavell reached across the table and placed his hand on top of Theo’s, eyes glowing as he did. “Calm down. Everything is fine now. I’m here to help you.” The warlock spoke in such a hypnotic tone and immediately he could feel Theo’s heartbeat begin to relax. “Good. Now just tell me what you do for work Theo.”

The hairy daddy looked at him blankly for a second, the magic of Wavell’s touch still washing over him. “Oh ummm… I work at a gay bar down the street. I usually just serve drinks but I dance sometimes as well.”

“There you go big fella.” Wavell smiled kindly, glad to see his aura had calmed the man down before noting that detail down. “Now the next question I have is: how would you describe yourself as a person?”

Theo sat and thought for a moment before giving his most honest answer. “I feel as though I’m the kind of person that always goes after what I want. Especially when it comes to men. I always strive to be the best at everything I do and I never settle for anything less than what I believe I deserve.”

The warlock seemed pleased with that answer. “Alright. Now onto the real question. What happened to you during *the event*. Most men have experienced alterations to their sexual preferences but I get the feeling there’s something more going on with you.”

Despite the calming effect Wavell was having on him, the hirsute man still seemed a little nervous to share. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy if I tell you.”

“Oh trust me Theo, I’ve heard my fair share of seemingly impossible stories. There’s nothing that you could say that’ll make me think you’re crazy.” Wavell reassured him. “Now come on, tell me. What did the mist do to you?”

The hirsute man found himself being pulled in by Wavell's charisma and kindness. So much so that he felt as though he could share anything with him. “Well… when I went to bed yesterday I was shorter and skinnier. I was completely hairless and I was still really young! But when I woke up I was… like this.” He gestured down at his large hairy body.

The hunk went on to explain that before all this he was just an ordinary gay twink. Though in recent years he’d grown into more of a twunk after starting a regular workout routine. Despite this he was still rather small and lean. Whenever he had free time he would always go on hookup apps like Grindr, searching for his next fuck. He knew exactly how hot he was and how many men wanted to fuck him so he took advantage of that fact as much as he possibly could. Being a total bottom slut who was always on the lookout for a dominant top who could really destroy his hole.

He’d always be seeking out big hairy daddies the most. He loved the feeling of being totally dominated by a huge masculine man who could throw him around like a rag doll. There was nothing else in the world that was hotter to him. Sometimes he’d go for big bears but usually Theo went for muscle daddies the most. They were his bread and butter and never left him disappointed.

And then one night, The Homo-Bomb hit. Submerging the entire town in a cloud of magical smoke that seemed to only affect certain individuals. Of course Theo wasn’t meant to be one of these people yet the smoke engulfed him anyway. Perhaps a result of the spell not being properly programmed or due to Kyle Wavell releasing the bomb a little too recklessly. Either way, the magical smoke had crept into Theo’s room as he slept and entered his body…

“I have no idea how it happened. I just remember waking up and feeling heavy… and itchy. I didn’t really grasp it until I pulled the bed sheets off myself and saw what’d happened. I was a skinny twink boy before but now I’ve become huge and hairy!” Theo exclaimed.

Wavell couldn’t help but be intrigued by this. “So your body underwent a sort of metamorphosis? How interesting…” He scribbled down what Theo had told him before looking up. “Not to worry. Your situation might be an outlier compared to most others but I have seen a few other people who were affected in a physical way as well. You’re not alone in this Theo.” He smiled. “Although I can’t help but draw a connection here. Before you said you always had a thing for hairy muscle daddies and now it seems you’ve become just that.”

“Y-yeah. I guess you’re right about that. The way I am now is exactly the kind of guy I would’ve gone for before…” Theo admitted, slightly embarrassed that he’d for some reason shared such a personal detail with a complete stranger.

“Well, as I said before, most people that were affected by the event found their sexual preferences being altered with the vast majority being straight men suddenly having intense gay feelings and thoughts. You however were already gay so when you were affected, instead of altering your desires, it manifested them instead. Transforming you into the very thing you desire most, a big masculine daddy.” Wavell deduced with an almost scary amount of accuracy. “Here, I’ll use a little magic to make a recreation of what happened in your mind.”

Theo was taken aback a little by that last comment. “What? Magic? What’re you-” before he could finish Wavell grabbed both of his hands and surged some of his magic into Theo’s body. The former twunk’s eyes glowed purple just as Wavell’s were as a movie began to play in his mind, showing him exactly how it’d gone down.

Theo saw himself, his old self, sleeping peace in bed when the smoke slipped in through his window. Without hesitation it seeped into his body from every orifice it could, forcing his body to start growing. It started with his height as his limbs stretched longer, pushing him from a respectable 5’10 to an impressive 6’3. But as soon as that was done his body began to expand with new size and strength. Every muscle in his body being pumped bigger by the second. Pecs swelling, legs thickening, arms bulging. Even his cock wasn’t left out as it lengthened from its previous 4 inches up to a thick 7.5 inches! His bed even began to creak under his fast increasing weight as before long Theo had gone from being a twunk to a total jock! Even his soft facial features had sharpened to give him more of a gym bro looking face.

The now jock grunted a little in his sleep but his changes weren’t done yet. Now that he’d been inflated with muscle, his body began to age. He was only 25 years old but his body soon found itself racing out of its twenties and through its 30’s until it finally settled on about 41 years old. His once jockish features now looked a little more weathered with a few wise wrinkles here and there but he still looked incredibly handsome. His hair adorned a couple flecks of grey but nothing a little dye couldn’t fix. And so at this point you’d think he was finished and yet as the last of the smoke filtered itself inside Theo’s body, it made one final change. Without warning a forest of hair grew across his entire body giving Theo a thick carpet of chest hair along with hairy arms and legs. His face even adorned a permanent 5 o’clock shadow before a thick mustache sprouted on his upper lip.

And with that the transformation came to a halt. Theo groaned a little in his sleep, with a voice now much deeper, as he tossed and turned. The magic had done what it came to do and now all that was left was for him to wake up and see the results…

“W-Woah! What was that!?” Theo shouted in confusion and wonder as Wavell let go of his hands. “I saw everything! I saw myself getting bigger and hairier… and that smoke…” He could hardly comprehend it.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just a little gifted is all.” Normally such an explanation wouldn’t be satisfactory for what had just happened and yet Theo found himself accepting it anyway. “Now we know exactly what happened to you, I’d like you to tell me how it makes you feel. Be completely honest. You don’t have to hide a thing from me.”

Theo pondered the question for a moment before reaching down and touching his hairy torso. “I guess I feel… confused? I mean, I never imagined myself looking like this. I’ve always looked in the mirror and seen a young and hairless twink… now I couldn’t be further from that. Part of me wants to be turned on when I see my reflection because it embodies everything I want in a man. Strong, tall, powerful and manly. But I’m not sure is that’s *me* you know.” He opened up a lot, letting Wavell in on some of the insecurities he’d been having since he woke up this morning. “I look like the kind of dude you’d see at the gay bar knocking back beers before taking home a hot piece of ass to fuck. But I don’t feel like that. I still just wanna get my ass fucked but I don’t know if anyone will be as interested in fucking my big hairy ass now.” He worried.

With a sigh Wavell got up from the table. “Alright get up. Stand over here with me.”

The hairy daddy was confused but he did as he was told, getting up from his seat and joining Wavell in the centre of the kitchen. “What is this for?”

“It’s to help you see just how lucky you are.” Wavell moved to stand behind the other man. He took one of Theo’s hands and guided it up towards his chest. “There. Now just rub your hand across your chest. Really feel it.” He instructed and Theo did so, rubbing his hand through the forest of hair that coated his pecs. “You feel that? All that hair and muscle? That’s something hundreds of thousands of men would kill for. And it’s yours. Thick hairy meaty pecs. Go on, keep touching them. Appreciate them and how manly they make you feel.” His smooth voice echoing through the other man’s mind

The warlock’s words seeped deep into Theo’s subconscious. “I guess… they do feel pretty good.” He admitted as both hands now began to explore his muscled chest. Rubbing across the slabs of thick meat with a little more appreciation now.

“Mmmm they do, don’t they. You just love how they feel.” Wavell stated in a factual manner that Theo couldn’t help agreeing with. “Now I want you to repeat after me; *I love being strong, I love being hairy, I love being a daddy.” He whispered the phase into Theo’s ear in a way that instantly pierced any and all mental barriers.

“I love being strong, I love being hairy, I love being a daddy.” Theo repeated in the gruff baritone he now owned. As he did he found himself starting to flex a little, admiring the strength his body now possessed within its bulging new muscles. He repeated the phrase a couple more times as he pinched his nipples before running his hands across his hairy stomach, feeling the outline of abs hidden underneath the dense fur.

Wavell grinned. “See? This ain’t so bad is it?” He chuckled. As he walked back around in front of Theo, looking down at the bulge in his tight jeans. He could only assume those were the only jeans Theo had that fit the new him and even they were tight. Not that he minded as it allowed Wavell to reach down and grip the outline of the other man’s cock. “Now I want you say; I’m a dominant daddy that loves fucking ass!” Wavell then reached a hand around Theo's waist before firmly groping his thick daddy ass. “But I also love getting my own ass fucked from time to time.”

Theo’s eyes glossed over a little as he took in every word. “I’m a dominant daddy that loves fucking ass!” He claimed as the outline of his cock began to grow and harden under Wavell’s touch. “But I also love getting my own ass fucked from time to time.” He added. Just like that all of Theo’s submissive nature was drained from his mind, replaced by a dominant mindset that made him want to feel like he was top dog in any sexual encounter. Even if he was the one getting fucked he’d want to be a power bottom so he could have all the control over bouncing on another man’s dick.

After that Wavell stepped back and allowed his words to do their magic. Simply watched while making a few more notes as Theo worshiped himself with a newfound sense of appreciation for his new body. Instead of confusion and rejection he felt love and acceptance for his hairy, muscular new form. Sure he might’ve been a little older but that was perfect! He’d always wanted people to look at him like a daddy anyway and now they would with his mature features and thick stache. Honestly the only thing he can remember liking about his old body was how cute and fuckable he looked. If he could’ve fucked himself then he absolutely would’ve!

“Holy fuck Mr Wavell! I have no idea what I was so worried about!” Theo exclaimed while bouncing his pecs with pride and rubbing his bulge a little. Loving the feeling of power and dominance that surged through him with every flex.

“This body is everything I’ve ever wanted!” He was practically jerking himself off through his jeans at this point, not being able to contain his horniness for his new body. His now fully hard cock snaking down his leg with how huge it’d grown. Bucking and pulsing with an eagerness to break free from the tight material that confined it.

“Oh? Well, isn't that lucky.” Wavell replied innocently. “But maybe you should take those jeans off before-” but Wavell wasn’t able to finish his sentence before the other man let out a long groan.

“UGGGHOOOOOOUHHhhhhh…” Within seconds a dark spot made itself known on Theo’s jeans. A wet sticky patch the grew with every grunt as his daddy bull nuts pumped rope after rope of thick cum out of his fat cock. There was so much delight on his face as he unloaded and unknowingly locked in the small mental changes Wavell had made to him. “Thank you Mr Wavell!” He said as soon as he caught his breath. “I don’t know what I felt so anxious about this before. This body is amazing!”

“It was my pleasure.” Wavell responded and as he did Theo went right in for a hug. It wasn’t something the warlock had been expecting but he welcomed it, patting the hunky daddy on the back a little before they pulled apart. “Besides, meeting you has been a big help. You’re definitely one of the anomalies from all the cases that have been recorded so far. What I’ve gathered here will prove quite useful in my research.”

Theo wasn’t quite sure what the suited man before him was going on about but he was just happy to help. “Of course! Anytime!”

“Well. I suppose I have everything I need for now so unfortunately I’ll need to be on my way. I know we haven’t talked for long but I’ve got a lot of cases to go through. However, if I need anything else I’ll be sure to stop by again.” Wavell said as he outstretched a hand.

With a huge grin Theo took Wavell’s hand and shook it enthusiastically. “You’re always welcome! Maybe if you’ve got some more time we could get a few hot studs over here with fat asses for us to fuck together. I get the feeling you love ass just as much as I do.” He winked.

“You got me there.” Wavell chuckled. “I might take you up on that offer as long as my boyfriend is allowed to join us.”

“The more the merrier.” Theo responded, completely unaware of how his personality had changed. “Anyways I think I’m gonna kick back and pop open a few beers. I hope the rest of your interviews go as well as this my friend.”

With that the two said their goodbyes with Theo looking happier than ever before. Just before he went however, Wavell thought he’d do the guy a quick favour. With the flick of his wrist Wavell transformed all the clothes in the house so that they’d fit the new Theo, saving the man any trouble of having to buy a new wardrobe. Once that was done he found himself back out on the street once again and checking over his notes.

Theo Adams. 25 years old. Headstrong individual but seems to fall apart when put in situations he can’t easily fix. Was already completely homosexual prior to the Homo-Bomb and seems to have been affected by it in an abnormal way instead. Has physically aged by about 15 or so years. Has put on substantial muscle mass. Has grown substantial body and facial hair. Has expressed having a deep sexual desire for older hairy men with strong physiques. I believe this to have a connection to the transformation caused by the Homo-Bomb as he seems to have become the exact thing he desired most. Is having trouble accepting his new form and believes it to be compromising to his identity. To combat this I’ve used a little magic on his mind and subconscious to help him settle into his new body and fulfil the role he and the Homo-Bomb manifested for him. In conclusion Theo is certainly one of the few anomalies present around town. I can only guess that my magic targeted him by mistake somehow and when it found his desires were already homosexual, it instead decided to turn him into the object of those very desires. But of course this is still speculation…

Wavell seemed pleased with what he had for this particular subject. He still wasn’t entirely sure what about his experiment had caused anomalies like this but he hoped as he gathered more results that the answer would become clear. ‘I wonder how Dane’s getting on?…’ he thought as he made his way down the street towards his next interview.

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plussizeficchick · 2 years

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hey Dee! :)

i was wondering if you could pls do a SDS Ban oneshot where he’s just so greedy and possessive of the reader? w manhandling and overstim pls!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

Hey bae❤️Absolutely, hope you enjoy!!

Selfish│Ban x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Smut(oral fem!receiving, squirting, breeding kink, overstimulation)Borderline yander-ish but not really.

Ban had a lot of respect for his captain.

The guy managed to leave a scar on the immortal sin. A deep laceration to remind him everyday that he’s not one to be messed with.

And he thought he’d earned at least a fraction of that respect back in their “friendly” brawls, having managed to earn a few wins over the dragon sin. He knew when Meliodas was feeling vulnerable and was open to cheering him up. He even knew to keep Elizabeth at arms length, not wanting his captain to get the wrong idea.

So it was a real slap in the face when the guy that he respected most, didn’t show him that same respect.

You were a healer working under Merlin, an apprentice one would say, and the moment Ban saw you he felt an unfamiliar thumping in his chest. He was behind the bar, nursing his nth drink of the night when Merlin transported the both of you into the center of the bar. You had removed the hood of your cloak from your head and surveyed the room and when he saw your eyes land on him, he felt his heart stop. Gorgeous.

And once you removed your cloak to get comfortable, he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, his cock hardening and pushing uncomfortably against his already tight pants. Fuck. Why’d you have to wear a bodysuit? And one so tight at that, your plump ass cheeks practically spilling out, your tits pushing flush against the stretchy material. And fuck your thighs, so thick, so squishy looking. He wanted to see the fat puff out from between his fingers as he holds up your legs, burying his face in what he knows is just the chubbiest, juiciest fucking cunt he’s ever fucking seen.

From then, he’d made it his mission to get close to you, not sexually, but emotionally and intimately as well. The thumping he’d felt in his chest the day he met you never ceasing each passing day, the two of you growing closer with each conversation before he’d finally asked you to be his.

You immediately accepted, wrapping your arms around him and the feeling of pure euphoria that washed over him as he pulled your plump form flush to his, was something he’d never experienced before. This. This is who I live for.

Ban had long ago decided that if the moment ever called for it, he’d die for you. As drastic as that may seem, with their lives you never know what may happen. And with the way Meliodas was feeling you up, he was prepared to take that risk.

But then..

But then, Ban got an idea.

Why try to beat the fact that you were in a committed relationship in Meliodas, when he can just show him that you are?

With renewed determination, Ban stalked over to you and Meliodas, snatching up your thick arm in his fingers. “Hey Cap, need to borrow them for a sec, you mind? No? Great!” Before Meliodas could even utter a word, he was whisking you upstairs to your shared bedroom.

–

As soon as the room to his door shut, you were being pushed up against the door, Ban gliding his lithe body against your plush one, hands grabbing at the flesh. “Silly Captain, poor guy would have no idea what to do with a body like yours. So soft and round, all for me right, baby? You’re all mine, right?” He asks, though you don’t get a chance to answer before he’s pressing his lips to yours roughly. You gasp, taken off guard by Ban’s behavior, and he uses that to tangle his tongue with yours, sucking your tongue into his mouth.

As you make out, Ban paws at your clothes, eager to get to his prize. He pulls away after a few minutes, immediately moving to your neck, sucking hickies in places he knows will be hard to cover. You mewl as he bites on the juncture of where your head and shoulder meet, “B-Ban, what’s gotten-ah, what’s gotten into you?” You ask, confused as to where this is coming from.

He pulls you away from the door, guiding you to your shared bed, lightly pushing you to lay back. “Cap’n thinks it's okay to touch what’s mine, but you know better right, baby? You know you’re mine.” He muttered against your lips. “You.. These gorgeous fucking tits. That pretty, fat, cunt.” He practically growls out, the thought of sinking into your wet cavern enough to make him cum. He couldn’t wait.

Peeling off his “shirt”, he leaves his tight red pants on. He’d get to that soon enough. Right now though, he had a goal.

He sucks hickies onto your skin as he trails down your pudgy frame, being sure to show extra love to your stomach and thighs; they are his favorite part of your body, before focusing on your cunt.

He lets out a content sigh, spreading your pussy lips before licking a bold stripe up your center, groaning at the flavor dancing on his tongue. So good. You always tasted so fucking good. Sometimes he wondered if the fountain of youth was actually between your thick thighs, perfectly hidden away from wandering eyes. It’s with that thought that has him remembering his original plan and he’s eating you out with vigor, tongue lapping through your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth then flicking the bud with his tongue.

You’re a mess, writhing, gasping, carding your fingers through his hair and you don’t know if you’re trying to pull him away from your cunt or pushing him further into you. Not that it matters because Ban is refusing to come up for air. He doesn’t have to worry, he can’t die, right?

He spits on your cunt before lapping up the combination of saliva and your juices and he grunts, unconsciously rutting his hips against the bed. He slips two fingers into your hole, thrusting upwards, finding your sweet spot with ease. “Pl-Please Ban.” “Please what, pretty? You gotta tell me what you want.” He says, a smirk slowly making its way to his face. He loved you like this, pretty and pliant, all for him. “Let me cum. Please. Can I cum, Ban?” You whine. Why’d he have to be such a tease? He knew you were shy when it came to dirty talk, but that wouldn’t stop him from pushing you to be open about your desires. “Yeah, baby. You can cum, but you gotta promise to be loud f’me, kay?” He says before placing his mouth right back on your clit, giving a particularly harsh suck to the bundle of nerves.

You cum with a shout, Ban’s name falling off your lips like a prayer and your cunt sucks in his fingers, the lewd squelch of your pussy echoing throughout the room. Ban maintains his tempo throughout your thrashing, fingers fucking into you with fervor. You try to push his head away, but he just playfully smacks your hand away. “One more. Give me one more, pretty.” He whispers into your pussy, pressing sweet kisses to your throbbing clit. “I-I can’t.” “Oh but you can, baby. And you will. You’re not leaving this spot til I’ve fucked you full of my seed.” He growls, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You sob as you come undone for a second time, though this one is more intense than the first, a strong pressure in the pit of your stomach. “W-wait, Ban!” “It’s okay, baby. Do it. Cum for me, I’m here.” He encourages, picking up his pace. The band snaps and you’re cumming, your juices squirting all over Ban’s face and chest as he tries to lap up as much of it as he can. You buck your hips uncontrollably, the overstimulation getting to you.

He works you through your orgasm, pressing soft kisses to your skin, making his way back up your body before placing a slow, warm kiss to your lips. You kiss back eagerly, wrapping your thick arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Slowly, Ban pulls away resting his forehead against yours. “Ready for more, pretty girl?”

–

Ever since that day, your captain refused to make eye contact with you. Not only that, his constant groping also ceased, and while you were a bit confused, you didn’t mind. It’s not like you had time to when Ban was always hovering over you, telling you to “Take it easy, babe. Can’t stress the baby.” with a sly grin on his face.

He’s glad his little plan worked out.

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lliminall · 2 years

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yandere!chrollo/phinks/feitan and what they make you wear

tags: implied fem reader, yanderes being creeps, extremely biased clothing selection lmao I basically pulled half of these from my own boards

chrollo

I have to agree with the general consensus that chrollo is a collarbones and thigh man, but may I also offer: the space between the neck and shoulder, and the soft tummy area between your hips. so naturally, lots of wide, low cut necklines and fabric that hugs your waist and shows every soft curve

I’m imagining soft, feminine silhouettes and fine fabrics that show every detail of skin underneath. I think he would even intentionally select fabrics that are fine enough to be see-through under the right lighting, so when you put it on in your room everything looks good, but when you step in front of a window he can see the outline of your body and your underwear. he’s sort of a creep he just does a very good job of hiding it lmao

skirts skirts skirtsss unless you’re vehemently opposed, there would be basically no pants in your wardrobe. skirts and dresses only. he loves the silhouette of a long sweeping maxi skirt but also the flirtatiousness of a hem that hits right below your ass

I can see him coming up behind you while you’re wearing a dress and striking up a casual conversation, but the whole time he’s got his hands loosely fisted in the fabric of the skirt, caressing your hips and playing with it just enough to make you think he’s about to lift it a little bit too high. just enough that you can feel the hem brush against your ass and worry that your panties will show. I hate him

pics below the cut for your convenience:

feitan

when he first takes you, I don’t think he would bother to put any thought into your wardrobe. he’d probably just give you whatever clothes were the easiest for him to get ahold of, and I doubt they would be the most flattering or even fit properly. imagine he just walks in with a walmart bag one day and hands you like five of those $10 tshirts that say shit like “I DON’T WANT TO ADULT TODAY.” what if he hands you one of those violently yellow minion shirts. I might kill myself and he does it on purpose too

HOWEVER I don’t think that would necessarily last forever. I’m still not over the fact that’s he’s into Trevor Brown’s art, which if you’re unfamiliar with, features a lot of creepy-cute style girls in lolita-esque clothing. I feel like eventually he’d realize that he’s wasting a perfect opportunity by making you walk around in unflattering stained tshirts when he could be dressing you up like a paper doll in whatever he wants

I’m imagining white for his darling, or maybe even really soft pastels, especially pinks. he likes the innocence of it, how sharply it contrasts with his own personality and aesthetic. I think he enjoys the feeling of being some kind of “big bad wolf” or the “monster under the bed” with you, and this would even further highlight the power imbalance between you

I love the idea of his darling in babydoll dresses and nightgowns, frilly and flowy and almost infantilizing. honestly though I feel like his taste in clothes would be sort of shit so I have taken many liberties with the example pics PLEASE if you have to be kidnapped the least he could do is let you look cute ffs

phinks

ASS MAN ASS MAN ASS MAN you can’t blame the guy for just wanting to see some cheeks

booty shorts, those skin-tight flare pants with the patterns…you know the ones, the ultimate butt-flattering pants. the man is constantly horny, he would have you walking around naked if he could

I don’t think he would force you to wear anything. he would just be so handsy whenever you did put on the clothes he picked for you, he would not hold back with the praise and you would be 100% aware of how smoking hot he thinks you are in that outfit. you would realize very quickly how much it improves his mood to see you like this, and you could absolutely use it your advantage. the man would be willing to get you anything and dish out a lot of privileges just to see some ass peeking out of a pair of stupidly short shorts

#yandere hxh #hxh x reader #yandere hxh x reader #this is so self indulgent look away right now #spent 30 minutes trying to find good plus size examples and damn…Pinterest really is a barren wasteland for anyone above size 4 huh #hxh.ll #feitan.ll #chrollo.ll #phinks.ll #my works.ll

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i keep thinking of the scenario if electrician were to run into ppl of her past like izzy from new years… i like imagine her going “ bunny it’s been so long you look better then ever “ and electrician is like 😀 do i know you..? due to their gaps in memory (i’m also interested how much their memory will affect them as the story progresses, i myself suffer from the issue and being young it’s kinda scary sometimes 😞)

This ask made me write something! This is set pre-RTC in the earlier days of MC’s sobriety. They’ve just moved to New Ebott here.

Read it on AO3 or read it below!

Licence

You’re leaving the DMV, of all the fucking places, when it happens.

Most people hate the DMV but you had practically skipped into the place for your eleven am appointment, overcome with joy at the thought of getting your driver’s licence back. The public transportation in New Ebott is great and your ass looks amazing after all the cycling you’ve been doing when the weather is nice, but there’s something about the independence of a car that you’ve missed. With your licence back, your employment prospects won’t be limited to the boundaries of public transport and your stamina when pedalling.

With your licence back, you’ll be able to go to school.

That’s the thing you’re most excited about. School. College. University. Whatever. You just want to learn something, to use the brain that you’ve let go to shit. You don’t even care what - at this point, with your dismal record and embarrassing results from high school, you’ll take what you can get.

You’ve wasted enough of your life and you don’t want to squander a second more.

After tucking your brand new licence safely in your back pocket, you leave the DMV, still smiling, and make your way to the bus stop. You’ll miss catching it; all the drivers are lovely and it’s nice to be driven around the city, like your own personal tour.

You’ve got time to kill until the bus arrives, so you open your phone and start scrolling through hundreds of second hand car listings.

You’re not picky; you have a tight budget and will probably hit your fair share of curbs in it anyway, but it’s nice to look at the fancier ones and dream. A convertible sounds nice; there’s a bright red one for sale, way outside of your budget. You imagine the wind in your hair, the sheer cool factor of rolling down the street with the top down. Oh, or maybe a motorbike; you had loved your stupid, ugly little scooter, and a motorbike would be even better. And you’d get to wear all the sexy leather gear. Double win.

“Oh my stars, do my eyes deceive me?”

The cold hand of panic twists through your ribcage and wraps around your heart, fingers taking hold and squeezing.

You know that voice.

You turn around.

On the sidewalk are two people staring at you with equally ecstatic expressions and you only recognise one of them.

Izzy looks… well, she looks good, you suppose, clothes fashionable and scales polished to a sheen, though you can see a few of them are missing. The spines on her head are droopy, a little paler in colour than what you remember, and there’s a beadiness to her eyes that you never noticed before.

You haven’t seen her in months but from how unfamiliar she looks, it feels more like years.

“Damn, you’re looking good!” says the man you don’t recognise.

And you know that you knew this person once, can hear the echo of his voice through the fog of your memory, even recognise his hands for the way they’d felt on your skin, but there’s something missing, something your stupid, ruined, useless brain is unable to grasp.

“Hey,” you say, affecting your brightest party-girl smile. “Long time no see.”

“Fucking hell, no shit!” the man laughs. He’s handsome, tall and very blond. “How’ve you been? You look so different.”

With each month you add to your sobriety, you’re told that with increasing frequency. You don’t really see it yourself - you feel like the exact same person most of the time. Worse, even. You’re horrible to be around when you’re in pain.

“Good, really good,” you say. “How have –”

“Dude, I thought you were dead!” Izzy crows, looking delighted. “You just disappeared, like that.” She snaps her fingers, a jarring scrape of scale-on-claw.

“Yeah, we all thought that Jesse threw the bunny out with the bath water,” the man says. His tone is light, like it’s a fucking joke or something.

This person is a stranger to you. You couldn’t even guess his name if you tried. And yet he knows about that —

You tense. Pull a smile to your face. Do your best to shake off the phantom feeling of ice crystallising on the tip of your nose. “Nah, I’m not that easy to get rid of.”

And he laughs and so does Izzy and you laugh too, even though it feels like glass in your throat, because what else can you do?

“Well, I’m glad,” says Izzy and then she sweeps you up into a hug. She smells like old perfume clinging to unwashed clothes and you can feel a faint tremble in her hands as they grip your back.

You hug back, even though you suddenly feel strange and unwieldy, like your arms aren’t your own.

I want to go home, you think. Another thing you’d be able to do if you just had a fucking car and hadn’t lost your fucking licence in the first place.

Izzy pulls back but then the man swoops in to take her place. You’re pressed to the line of his body, and though you’ve probably seen it naked, touched it all over, the feel of it is foreign to you.

You let go first.

“What’re you doing in New Ebott, anyway?” Izzy asks.

“Just passing through,” you lie, because fuck if you’re letting her know that you live here now. “What about you guys?”

“Same thing,” Izzy says. “We’re crashing with Palyso at the moment, remember him?”

Nope.

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

“Yeah, good guy, really funny. Hey, he’s actually having a party tonight, you should come! Just like old times.” The stranger waggles his eyebrows at you.

You don’t need to remember the specifics to work out what he means.

“Yeah, come with us,” Izzy begs. “Everyone’ll be so happy to see you. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

The itch you’re not allowed to scratch burns. It’d be so easy, so fucking easy, to say yes. What’s one night? You don’t even need to use; who says you can’t have fun sober?

The word yes sits in your mouth like a hot coal and then the memory of water, cracking with thin shards of ice, washes over it.

The desire is gutted out. Not even smoke remains.

“I’ll sit this one out,” you say.

“Aw, c’mon, bunny! You’ve gotta—“

The sound of an engine rumbles behind you and your soul sings with relief.

Thank you, timely public transportation of New Ebott.

“This is me,” you say, hoping you sound apologetic. “It was nice seeing you guys!”

You don’t wait for a reply, practically flinging yourself onto the bus. The driver gives you a concerned look - you’re a regular and most of them know you by name - but you just give her a reassuring grin, because you’re fine. You’re fine. You’re completely, one hundred per cent fine.

You take a seat near the front and stare down at your hands. You think of the way Izzy's shook. The way yours had once. The way they don’t anymore. You hadn’t noticed that until now.

God fucking damnit.

Stupid, unwarranted tears prickle hot at your eyes and worse, there’s something sharp poking you in the butt.

Fearing that you’ve sat in something that’ll rip a hole in your pants - wouldn’t that be your fucking luck - you lift your hips and grope blindly at your ass.

Oh, right.

You forgot that you wedged it in your pocket after leaving the DMV.

You look down at your brand new licence, turning the shiny plastic card around in your hands. Your own face stares back up at you.

You dig around in your purse and from the very bottom, unearth the remains of your old licence, kept purely for sentimental reasons. It’s cut clean down the middle, made unusable the moment you’d lost it, but the image of your face is still intact.

You compare the two, side-by-side. In the new one, your face is fuller and your skin smoother. Your lips have colour to them and your eyes are bright and awake, the whites white rather than bloodshot yellow.

In the new one, you’re smiling.

Huh. You see it, now.

You do look different after all.

#silver string #Licence #the electrician #in writing this i realised licence is a word i STRUGGLE to spell #it's my restaurant #sorry for the delay in this anon!#i wanted to write this properly for you #i am sorry you struggle with similar issues to MC #i am sending virtual hugs #also #if you're thinking that this contradicts the throwaway line about mc moving to new ebott for school #you are correct #it does lmao #but i have decided i don't care! i contain Multitudes #and have just Changed That Line lol

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Chapter 12: λ (pt. 2)

Pairing: dottore x angel!reader Summary: You are a Heavenly Messenger from Celestia that’s been captured by a mysterious Doctor CW: Violence Word count: 3.0k A/N: Chapters may come out slower than usual. I am working on a virtual convention called Fatui Con. It's going to be a completely free, fan event on Discord dedicated to the Fatui Harbingers. If you want to join, you can do so here. Though not explicitedly NSFW, it's 18+ only.

“Xinyue Kiosk. You truly know how to treat your guests correctly,” The Mondstadt man speaks, an arrogant smile on his slightly upturned face. He wears a tidy, navy suit with round glasses that rest on his pointed nose. The unfamiliar man sits with a group of other similarly dressed men, all staring intently at Baihu, who sits at the head of the table. Baihu laughs, raising his glass of wine. Out of the corner of his eye, Dottore sees that detestable smirk of his.

“Please. A block reservation is easy for someone of my status.”

Dottore raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t turn towards them as he continues to pretend to work. However, he’s intently listening to the group’s conversation. The normally formidable Doctor’s appearance is much different now. He wears a velvet red garment with a tight collar around his neck. His now brown hair is slicked back neatly. The only aspect of him that Dottore can’t change with basic alchemy is his eyes- crimson and sharp as they always were.

He’d taken the identity of a waiter that was assigned to work tonight’s shift at Xinyue Kiosk. The actual waiter was very willing to take the night off-- Dottore didn’t even have to dispose of him. He’d even willingly given Dottore his uniform and a follicle of oily, brown hair. Whether it was out of fear for this strange Doctor or relief that the overworked service worker finally got a night off, Dottore isn’t sure-- nor did he really care. All he needed was those two things to create the perfect disguise.

“The Financial Director is a lousy tipper anyways. Nobody wants to work when he reserves the restaurant,” The waiter had grumbled as he handed the neatly folded clothes to the Doctor.

“Franz, why are you watching me so intently?” Baihu muses as he takes another sip of deep, red liquid.

The man chuckles. “You just seem to be enjoying our wine so much. That means you’ll approve its import into Liyue so you can relish more of it, yes?”

Though, they need to get on with this bore of a meeting. After all, the potion won’t last long.

“Patience. We haven’t even started eating and you already want an answer,” Baihu replies, swishing his drink lazily within the confines of the crystal glass.

“We’ve been waiting nearly six months worth of dinners, Financial Director,” Franz snaps. His eyebrows furrow as he points accusingly at Baihu. “I feel we are owed an answer now.”

Baihu sighs, delicately setting down his glass.

“Oh, you Lawrence Clan members are so impatient. Very well, let’s discuss then,” Baihu states, leaning back.

“Finally!” Franz Lawrence declares, gesturing as he speaks. “As we’ve been saying, we simply want to share Mondstadt’s specialty with the people of Liyue. Dandelion wine is already popular in your region with so many Liyue officials crossing borders for just a taste.”

Dottore makes a face.

Augh. Dandelion wine.

“And I would approve of yours when the Ragnvindr Clan’s wine company is much more lucrative because…?” Baihu replies.

Franz’s expression once again darkens.

“Because we are willing to personally pay you a hefty sum,” He growls. “Don’t act as if you haven’t taken our bribe already.”

“A bribe? I thought that was a gift,” Baihu says. He tilts his head, giving the haughty man a half-smile. “But if it was a bribe as you said, then I suppose I can take it into account-- out of mere kindness. I will approve of your imports… with a cut of its profits.”

The financial director folds his arms.

“80%.”

Franz chokes on his own wine. He sputters as he quickly sets down the glass. After a few seconds of coughing violently, he glares at Baihu, his face as red as the wine they’re drinking.

“80%? You can’t possibly be serious!”

"Be grateful it's not 85%. After all, you interrupted my dinner for an expedited answer,” Baihu clicks his tongue.

“Aww, what is that face? Please don’t throw a temper tantrum in front of my meal, now.”

Franz slams his fist on the table with a loud bam. He stands up quickly, the legs of his chair screeching painfully against the wooden floor.

“You’d do best to watch your tongue, Director! Let me remind you who I am-”

It’s then that the suited man suddenly keels over, clasping his stomach and falling with a loud thud. His comrades jump up, circling him as they look at Franz then at one another in surprise and concern. Franz coughs into his palm, looking in fear at the reddish stain it leaves.

“Archons…”

Baihu calmly stands up, picking up his cane and slowly approaching the struggling man as he casually twirls it in his hand.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t see through your little plan? I had our waiter swap our wine glasses when you weren’t looking, “ Baihu leans down. His face is almost sympathetic, if not for the sadistic glint in his lilac eyes. “Killing me wouldn’t have helped you, you know. I can only chalk it up to childish retaliation for not getting what you want.

Dottore smirks, watching this unfold.

Finally, things are getting interesting.

Dottore looks at his reflection in the silver platter on the table in front of him. His brown hair now has a greenish tint as the potion’s effects slowly fade.

I really should work on improving this.

It’s fine, though. All he needs is an opportunity to shift this situation to his favor.

Baihu looks down at a wildly coughing Franz with utter disdain. He rubs his temples.

“I never liked posh folks like you. People who come from wealth, their success already written in the stars by the gods. Worms like you expect others to simply bend to your whims, Baihu comments. “It looks like the Lawrence Clan will lose another member. How unfortunate… for them.”

“You…. you dirty cheater…” Franz chokes out. “You’re one to talk. Street scum like you shouldn’t be able to rise to such positions. You don’t have any worth to your name, no respect, no dignity.”

Franz coughs, blood and saliva splattering against the brown wood floor. He glares at Baihu once more.

“Well, if I’m to die, then I’ll take you down with me,” Franz points at Baihu, his Clan members turning towards the financial director. “Kill him.”

Baihu laughs. “Come now, there isn’t any meaning for that-”

Now.

What pristine timing these businessmen have. As the Doctor appears from the shadow, his appearance slowly reverts back to his true self. Dottore slowly approaches the table, clapping slowly.

“Gentlemen. There’s no reason to ruin a fine establishment like this with such a useless struggle,” He says. “It’s as that insufferable banker says, there is no meaning for this.”

Baihu narrows his eyes as he turns towards Dottore.

“And the Harbinger once again makes his presence. How quaint. Please don’t tell me the Fatui are involved with this as well.”

Dottore laughs as he saunters towards Baihu. “Tsk. Don't jump to conclusions. I wouldn't dream of attacking you so unceremoniously .”

One of the men suddenly brandishes their sword, lunging at Baihu in an attempt to take advantage of the director’s momentary distraction. However, before he can impale Baihu, Dottore snaps his fingers and one of his mechanical objects immediately stabs the assailant with needle-like precision. He falls to the ground with a bloodcurdling scream. Dottore grins as he comes face to face with Baihu, shrugging nonchalantly.

“On the contrary, I’m willing to save your worthless life.”

Baihu’s glasses flash dangerously.

“I don’t need your help, Harbinger .”

With that, Baihu grips his cane, unsheathing the long sword hidden within the black exterior. As another Clan member attacks Baihu, he uses the shaft of his weapon to stop the steel blade from slashing at his face. He throws the man back, impaling him once before coldly stepping back.

Dottore looks amused.

“Look at that. The banker can fight!” The Doctor waves his hand. “Though, 8 against 1 is quite unfavorable odds. A 1 to 4 fight is so much easier, no?”

Baihu grits his teeth.

“Are you simply going to commentate on this? Or are you going to help me as you said?”

“Maybe, maybe not. I prefer a good show-- and seeing you die to such lowly ruffians would be quite entertaining,” Dottore laughs. “But if you were to rethink the Jester’s proposal…”

Baihu glares at Dottore. Despite this fight being far from over, he is already panting, his glasses slightly lopsided, his long, black hair falling over his irritated face. Baihu points his sword at Dottore.

“Tch. You'd wager my life for something like that?”

“Let's call it a simple quid quo pro, hm?”

Baihu scowls. But, he shakes his head, a small smirk forming on his face.

“Hmph. Fine. Maybe I underestimated you. You'd do well in the business world with that callousness.”

“Callousness? This is only simple logic, Mr. Zhang.”

The rest of the men circle them, readying to attack like a pack of stray dogs. Baihu’s grip tightens on his sword. Dottore readies his weapons. He tilts his head, gazing at Baihu with glinting, crimson eyes.

“I should add, banker, if you double cross me, I’ll make sure my assistant isn’t around to stop me from killing you.”

Baihu gives a wry laugh.

“You needn’t worry about that. I am shrewd, but I am still a man of my word.”

Dottore smirks. The two men stand back to back, weapons drawn.

“Then let’s kill some businessmen, shall we?”

“I am surprised you didn’t kill him.”

The sun shines in the sky once again-- a mere half a day from the antics of the previous night. Dottore already relayed the details to you last night. After all, it wasn’t long after he returned to your room that you awoke from the stench of fresh blood on his clothes.

You still can’t quite stand it.

You say as you walk besides Dottore, making your way back to the financial director’s office to finalize the details on the Fatui’s proposal. Dottore wanted you to stay at the inn, but you insisted on going. You’re unsure why he was so adamant upon you not seeing the financial director. You’re sure that Baihu would not attempt such an act again-- not after the Doctor was so merciful as to save his life yesterday.

I’m not sure I will restrain the Doctor from murdering him if he does try though.

As you ponder this, you can feel the small bites and marks on your neck and shoulder weighing on your skin as you think of Dottore’s surprising possessiveness towards you.

“It’s as you said, a dead man cannot accept a deal,” Dottore replies.

“Yes,” You turn towards him. “You should have woken me up, though. It was dangerous to go alone.”

Dottore scoffs.

“Why? I am capable of handling myself just fine.”

“But you’re still recovering from that fall-”

Dottore’s lips purse into a thin line.

“You’re underestimating me once again, little birdie,” The Doctor’s tone is oddly sharp as he abruptly interrupts you. “I’m a harbinger, not a pathetic child that needs someone fussing about them. You’d do well to remember who is the superior here.”

“I…” You pause, before nodding. “I understand.”

I am only worried about your safety.

I just want to be there to protect you.

…What a silly desire.

You walk in tense silence. You wonder if he is angry at you. However, as you once again pass the stone stairs that overlook Liyue Harbor, it’s him that now gazes upon the festivities preparing below. For a moment, you both stand there, watching. The sound of chattering, shouting, and the harbor fill the empty silence.

“Tonight is the first night of Lantern Rite Festival,” Dottore notes.

“Is it now?”

“Would you like to stay for a bit and see?”

You look at the Doctor. He refuses to turn towards you.

Is this… his way of apologizing for snapping at you?

You tilt your head curiously.

“I…”

It’s then that you notice a very tall woman walking towards you. She wears her platinum blonde hair in a complicated style that flows over her shoulder. An intricate, crowned mask covers her right eye.

She’s absolutely beautiful in the coldest way.

Her steely gray eye gazes almost amusedly at the Doctor.

“Dottore. What a coincidence.”

“Rosalyne. What are you doing here?” Dottore asks, his voice taut.

The woman raises an eyebrow.

“I did not know I needed your approval to enjoy Lantern Rite,” She states frigidly.

“Cut the antics, Fair Lady,” Dottore frowns, crossing his arms. “You and I both know you wouldn’t travel so far for a little party.”

Fair Lady?

So this is the other Harbinger that Dottore had spoken of.

“Always straight to business with you,” The Harbinger teases.

“I do not engage in idiotic small talk.”

Rosalyne laughs humorlessly at that.

“Well then allow me to explain,” She hums. “I heard about the Jester’s task for you and I just knew you’d spoil a deal as important as this, so I took the initiative to ensure success.”

Dottore clenches his fist. You turn towards him and can see he’s furious.

“He already signed the proposal?”

Rosalyne gives a small laugh.

“Correction: my proposal,” She smiles in a tauntingly dispassionate manner, waving off Dottore’s growing anger with a delicate flick of her wrist. “You catch much more flies with honey than vinegar, Doctor. Bankers are no different.”

You quickly realize why Dottore is so angry.

“You had no right to take credit for our work,” You say quietly. “The Doctor already got him to accept the deal.”

The Fair Lady swiftly turns to you. She looks you up and down as if studying you for the sole purpose of picking you apart. Her eyes narrow.

“And who gave you permission to speak to me?” She chides.

Dottore’s head quickly turns back to her.

“Why would she need permission? As my assistant, she’s above you, number eight ,” He snaps, finally losing his temper.

“Tsk. Down, boy. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Rosalyne folds her arms, rolling her eyes. Despite her annoyed tone, a mocking smile displays on her pale face.

“You vapid b-”

“There’s no need for such animosity,” Rosalyne states. “And there’s no need to continue this conversation. I will be taking my leave now.” The Harbinger walks past him, slightly turning her head.

“I’ll see you again, Second. Have fun with your new pet .”

Rosalyne sweeps past you, giving you one last look of obvious distaste as she does. The Fair Lady quickly disappears in the crowded pavilion. You realize how tense you are.

What an awful lady. Are all the harbingers this unhinged?

“Doctor-”

Dottore let out a harsh, angry breath before grabbing your hand. Without another word, he flies across the square, dragging you once more through the financial district and bursting through the director’s door with a loud crash.

Baihu looks up from the papers he’s reading. He looks a bit shocked but doesn’t rise from his seat.

“I thought you weren’t one to go back on your word,” Dottore snarls, his hands slamming against the desk’s surface as he leans angrily in Baihu’s face. As you stand behind the Doctor, half of you expects Dottore to grab Baihu and start shaking him violently.

Baihu sighs, setting down his papers. He calmly adjusts his glasses as he looks at the irate man. The financial director leans in his chair, fingers clasped together.

“I’m not. I signed the Jester’s proposal just as I promised,” Baihu calmly replies. “I never said who I’d sign with. Your fellow colleague just had a more persuasive offer than you did.”

“More persuasive than saving your menial life?” Dottore growls.

“Oh please,” Baihu glowers at the enraged Doctor. “Are you always this difficult to work with? If so, I may actually regret taking your Rosalyne’s offer since we’re to be very close associates now.”

Dottore stiffens. He steps back a bit.

“Explain.”

“Well, my term as Liyue's financial director is ending soon. When that happens, I will be in charge of Snezhnaya’s branch here,” Baihu utters. “Or, the Northland Bank as our superior has named it. Though I must say, ‘The Regrator’ is quite a pretentious title…”

“You don’t mean-”

Baihu’s lips turn into a smile.

“It’s a pleasure to work with you, fellow Harbinger.”

Another tense silence. You look at Dottore then at Baihu. Your eyes accidentally lock and you quickly look away.

Baihu chuckles as he finally stands. He walks towards you, a small smile on his face. It’s almost genuine-- and not as predatory like the day before. Still, you’re wary of the bespectacled man. Your wings ruffle nervously as he looks down at you. Your hand almost goes towards the dagger at your belt.

If he tries to kiss you again, you won’t need the Doctor to attack him for you.

“I must apologize to you for my behavior yesterday, my dear. Quite lowly actions on my part. I merely wanted to avoid signing that deal so preemptively and needed a distraction,” Baihu explains. “All is fair in love and Mora, after all.”

“Baihu.”

Baihu turns towards Dottore, who has an emotionless gaze on his masked face.

The financial director smiles innocently.

“Yes, Dottore?”

“Though the results of this little… experiment are unprecedented, I am actually quite pleased that you are to be a Harbinger.”

Dottore reaches out his hand. Baihu chuckles.

“Same. I’m relieved that there are no hard feelings between us,” He replies as he shakes Dottore’s hand.

“Because now I do not have to charade professionalism around you anymore.”

“What-”

With that, Dottore pulls the surprised financial director towards him by the hand. In one fluid motion, he doesn’t hesitate as he punches Baihu directly in his face. The director’s glasses fly off his face, skittering to the ground. Baihu drops to the floor. As he slowly sits up, groaning, you see his crooked nose, a thin stream of blood already running down his chin. It’s definitely broken. You’d feel bad for him if he hadn’t been asking for it.

Dottore looks down at the fallen man.

“Welcome to the Fatui, banker.”

With that he turns towards you, a cocky grin drawls on his face as he stretches his gloved hand out once more.

“Shall we enjoy the Lantern Rite Festival, my dear?”

You take his hand, a small smile can’t help but play on your lips.

“Yes, Doctor.”

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#fic: dead doves do not mourn #dottore #dottore x fem!reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #cross posted on ao3 #pantalone

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bloodblanks · 2 years

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solace [masky / hoodie x reader] — chapter vi.

Waking up in an unfamiliar room, you find yourself bound and incapacitated. You’re at the mercy of your captors, a duo of masked men, and they both want something from you.

author's note: this fanfiction will contain explicit content, including rape/non-con, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

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Slowly, your eyelids fluttered open. Dawn must have already arrived and passed, and you were left to wonder what happened during those hours in between. The sun was visible, floating high up in the sky from outside a window which you gazed through. A window which you lacked any recognition towards. It wasn’t yours. A window which must’ve, then, belonged to someone else. You were in someone else’s home. A place that was unfamiliar to you.

As you came to that conclusion, you felt a chill slowly run down your spine, causing you to shiver. Your heart froze in your chest before its weight plummeted into your guts.

Taking in your surroundings, you found that you were still fully clothed (thankfully.) However, your arms were bound behind your back by something that felt akin to rope. Twisting your wrists, you noticed that the bindings were tight, and you were glad then to have been wearing a sweater; likely, they’d be digging into your skin otherwise. Covering your mouth was a thick layer of duct tape, effectively preventing you from using your voice. You were positioned lying down on a hardwood floor, a wooden chair hovering over your head. From where you were, you could make out a closet, a neatly done bed, a bedside drawer, and a desk with an accompanying chair, although it was plush and velvety, unlike the barren one that stood over you. The room appeared ordinary, so much so that it could’ve been anyone’s bedroom. You wouldn’t have ever expected to be taken hostage in a place like this. Not that you had ever expected to be kidnapped in general, but you still had always assumed kidnappings occurred in some sort of abandoned, creepy, dusty cabin, not your average family home. Which this appeared to be.

Before you could further analyze your situation or wonder what the strange vision, hallucination, or dream you had was, you began to hear voices from outside the room. You immediately snapped your head towards the sound, directing your focus to make out what they were saying.

“She should be awake by now,” a voice spoke, “and if not, we can wake her up.”

“Sure. So, what’d the Operator say about who babysits her?” a second, gruffer voice asked. You had no clue who the Operator they were mentioning was, and the only clue you had for it was that it was possibly the tall, faceless man.

“The Operator said we’ll be taking turns. The room is now for the purpose of keeping her, and we’ll be alternating between who watches over her,” the first voice answered. By the way that they spoke, you concluded that they were planning to keep you here for a fair amount of time. Just how long, you didn’t know. You didn’t really know anything about this situation, only that it was likely very, very bad. Your heart trembled in your chest, and beads of sweat began collecting on your forehead. You were starting to find breathing difficult, both due to your panicked state and the duct tape that covered your mouth. You felt as if you were slowly beginning to suffocate behind the heavy tape.

“Sounds like a blast,” the second voice spoke out, sarcasm heavy in his tone. You could already sense the hostility emanating from him, far more so than you felt with the other voice. “And the information we want?”

What information could they possibly want from you? None of this made any sense. You were just a first-year university student; there was no way you would have any helpful information for them. Indeed, there had to have been a mistake.

“What do you think we’ll be doing when we watch over her?” the first voice responded with a rhetorical question, one that seemed promising of harm.

The second rebutted with a challenging tone. “You seem confident that she won’t crack right away.”

“It’s sensitive information. It’s best we assume the worst,” the first explained, and after he finished his sentence, you could hear the soft jingle of keys and the creak of the doorknob turning, the door now wide open. You felt your heartbeat accelerate as you watched the two men walk in.

“Look at that, our sleeping beauty’s woken up.”

You could now put the voices to their faces. Or, at the very least, their figures. The crass, sarcastic tone of the second voice corresponded to the shorter of the two, dressed in a tawny brown sweater, and covering his face was a mannequin-like mask with black painted features. The other was wearing a yellow hoodie and jeans, complete with a black cloth mask with crude red stitches in the semblance of a sad face emoticon.

The hooded man then spoke, not in response to the masked man, but instead, his words were directed toward you.

“I am going to take the tape off your mouth. Hold still,” he instructed as he walked over to your laid-down form, crouching down. While his fingers were busy finding a grip on the corners of the tape, the masked man began walking towards you as well, stopping right where his partner was crouched down. He tilted his head down towards you and, in a menacing tone, said,

“Listen up, when my partner here takes the tape off, I’d advise you not to scream. I’ll just say this now, but this house isn’t located near any other people, so you can scream all you want and nobody will hear you. But it will piss me off. And for your own good, I’d avoid that.”

His words alone were enough to instill fear in you, causing you to quickly nod, showing that you understood what he was saying. As the hooded man peeled off the edges of the tape, he pinched the edge and promptly tore the tape off your face. You let out a whine of pain, feeling the pins and needles sensation across your lips and mouth area. It stung.

“Now that’s a lovely sound,” the masked man snickered.

Now that you had regained your ability to speak, you blurted out the first question on your mind.

“What the fuck is going on?”

Your question elicited a loud snort from the masked man, who was quickly beginning to irritate you, although you were in no position to do anything about it. Not only was he a threat, but he was also nonstop taunting you, and if you weren’t so terrified, you’d be enraged.

“You’re not in any position to ask questions, sweetheart. That’s what we’re here to do. Partner, why don’t you sit our little guest up?”

The hooded man followed the instructions, lifting you up to sit you on the chair. It was an improvement from the floor, but not by much—your limbs were still tied, and you were still incapacitated.

As soon as you were sat down, the masked man bent over slightly, bringing his face to the same height as yours, your eyes meeting the painted black spots serving as his. Before your eyes could even process it, you felt the sharp impact of a slap across your cheek, whipping your face to the other side, your eyes widening in shock, a gasp of pain escaping your lips. You heard the hooded man growl in frustration at that, and while you were unsure what exactly he was upset over, you were sure you didn’t want to see either of them upset. Just the masked man’s standard attitude and actions were enough to prove that.

“H-Hood, Hoodie—” you squeaked, stammering out of sheer fear. You weren’t sure what to refer to them as, and the first thing that came to your mind in your panicked state was what you initially recognized about them. The one you called Hoodie paused, seemingly unsure of how to respond. However, the masked man didn’t seem to be hindered as he quickly cupped your cheek, warm and still burning from the impact. Stroking your cheek with a mocking gentleness, he brought his hand to your chin, then tilted your face up to look at his own before asking, “Hoodie, huh? What a cute nickname. Why don’t you give me one too, princess, and spare me the trouble of having to think of something?”

The information you gathered from his words made you conclude that they were both genuinely trying to hide their names from you. You supposed that it only made sense; you wouldn’t want your kidnapped victim knowing your real name and being able to possibly identify you. That meant they might let you go at some point, or at least you hoped so. However, you didn’t have time to think much about that—you had a nickname to give. But you weren’t sure what to call them, and you didn’t want to risk angering this man; the still stinging pain in your face reminded you clearly of that.

“Princess, I’m not waiting for the grass to grow,” he hissed, and you whimpered, silently pleading for anyone, anything, to spare you from his wrath. A plea unheard and ignored.

“Mask... Masky...?” you stuttered, trying to think of a name along the same lines as the other. Masky cackled, cocking his head curiously to the side.

“Masky, huh?” he said. “That’s cute. Let’s go with it, what do you think, Hoodie?”

“I don’t mind,” Hoodie replied.

I’ve given my kidnappers nicknames, you thought. Just what the fuck has my life come to?

“Let’s get back to business,” Masky stated, and you gulped. “We have a couple of questions for you. If you answer them, we’ll let you go. Easy, right?”

Perhaps it would be easy if you did actually have the information he wanted. There was nothing you could think of that you’d hide from him if it meant exchanging your freedom and escaping from this situation. You meekly nodded at him.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Hoodie asked, and you shook your head no.

“I-I have no idea. Why am I here?” you inquired, and then before you could help it, you blurted out one of the questions that had been on your mind the entire time. “And also, where am I? This is a— well, this seems like a pretty normal house. Aren’t you supposed to hold people hostage in like, some abandoned cabin in the woods or something?”

Hoodie laughed, an almost pleasant sound, his tone lacking the mockery that Masky’s held.

“That’s what you’d expect, right? That’s exactly why it’s smarter to do it in a normal house. People think this is just any other family home. A bit more secluded than usual, but still ordinary enough to avoid suspicion.” His explanation made sense to you, but it only further drove in the point that your chances of being found and rescued were slim. You cautiously replied to him.

“That makes sense.”

Hoodie started talking again, returning to the previous topic and answering your last question.

“You’re here because you have some information we want. I don’t enjoy playing guessing games, so I’ll be as straightforward as possible. We want to know about the symbol for the forest seal,” he explained slowly, making sure you understood what he meant. You didn’t.

You had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. Symbol? Forest seal? What the fuck is that? You really didn’t know what those things were. But they both seemed highly convinced that you did, and you had no idea how to convince them otherwise. Perhaps you could fabricate something to appease them, but you had so little knowledge of what they wanted from you that it was more than likely that they’d catch you in your lies. You didn’t particularly feel like exploring the consequences of doing so; just the mere thought of it made you shudder. You didn’t have many options here, so you took a deep breath and told the truth.

“I really don’t know.” The two figures in front of you stood unmoving, that clearly wasn’t enough, and you were trembling, a lump forming in your throat as you tried to choke out the rest of your words. “I’m serious. You have to believe me, I have no reason to lie right now. I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about. I-I, you probably have the wrong person…” your words trailed off into silence, the atmosphere in the room growing heavier, the air feeling denser.

And for a moment, everything was still. You were inanimate in your chair, both Masky and Hoodie standing, unmoving. You held your breath, feeling the never-ending silence consume the room. It was so quiet, eerily so, if a pin were to drop, you’d instantly hear it. You felt your hands tremble in their bindings, shaking against one another.

At last, Masky broke the silence.

“So you want to do this the hard way,” he spoke, each word pronounced with a violent rasp.

You were too slow to realize it—not like you could’ve done anything about it, anyway—when he picked you up by the collar of your shirt, the fabric clenched in his fist before he used it to launch you to the side, propelling your body into the wall, your arms still bound and unable to soften your landing in the slightest. You felt the hardness of the wall as your back crashed into it right before your head slammed against the floor with a dull thud. Your body slumped down to the floor helplessly.

“Aw, how cute, you think you can get away with trying to bullshit us. I don’t you realize the situation you’re in, sweetheart. Until we get our answers, you’re not going anywhere. Do we understand each other?” Masky asked, his voice holding a threat that you knew wouldn’t be empty. He pulled you up again by the collar of your shirt, forcibly dragging you up to your knees. You failed to find any balance, the only thing holding you up being the grip on your shirt. The floor was hard, and your knees were sure to bruise the next day. If you even made it until then. You had no idea what these two were capable of doing to you, but it appeared that you would soon find out, seeing as there was nothing you could think of to say or do to resolve this. All you could do was whimper in fright, your body already in agony, unprepared for what was next in store.

Within seconds, he suddenly dropped you harshly, your weight capsizing before he reached for a fistful of your hair, jerking you back up to your knees. You preferred the shirt collar to this.

You were crying then, the first tears having made it out of the corners of your eyes and were now steadily flowing down your cheeks. Masky’s hold on your hair was rough, and where the strands tugged at your scalp burnt much like the slap on your cheek.

“So you’ll cry before you tell us, huh?” He seemed overjoyed at that. “Unfortunately for you, darling, I just so happen to really enjoy that sight.”

From the corner of your hazy sight, clouded with tears, you saw Hoodie begin to walk towards you. You felt your heart quaking with fear, thinking that he was about to further inflict pain upon you, but instead, Masky finally let go of your hair, releasing the torturous tug on your scalp.

“Y/N,” Hoodie spoke. “You can start with smaller bits of information if you prefer. Is there somewhere where we can find the symbol’s design?”

You didn’t respond—you couldn’t respond—causing him to sigh, continuing, “If you behave, we’ll reward you. If you refuse to cooperate, we’ll have no choice but to punish you accordingly. Let’s not go there.”

Masky scoffed at Hoodie’s statement. “Don’t speak for the both of us. I’ll gladly show her what happens if she wants to be stubborn.”

Hoodie put his hand on Masky’s shoulder, seemingly an act of calming the latter down.

“The Operator sent us to retrieve information from her. Not torture her,” Hoodie stated matter of factly as if such activities were the norm for them both. Perhaps it was. You couldn’t tell which was worse, being stuck in a house with two experienced... whatever they were or having given a personal reason to receive this treatment.

“He never said we couldn’t do both,” Masky replied, “it doesn’t hurt to play a bit with our new pet now, does it?”

Hoodie and Masky turned towards each other, and you’d guess they were staring at each other, neither wanting to compromise. At last, Hoodie shrugged and left the room, closing the door with the same squeak as when it opened. The worse of the two scenarios had happened—you were left alone with a bloodthirsty sadist, with nothing and no one to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to you.

You squeezed your eyes shut just in time for his shoe to slam into your ribcage, knocking you back down to the floor and winding you. Coughing and spluttering, you tried to wiggle yourself back up into a seating position, and during your struggle, you noticed that the bindings on your arms were looser than they had previously felt. You continued to choke for air, gasping like a fish out of water, as your fingers shakily worked on the knot of the ties behind your back.

When he kicked you for the second time, you skid across the hardwood, the pain blinding you momentarily, but you had undone the primary knot holding everything together, the twine binding your arms now unravelling. Wiggling your hands just free enough to reach for the knots behind your ankles without drawing his attention to what you were doing, you braced yourself for a third impact. He landed another kick, this time in your stomach. The throbbing pain in your gut and the near desire to throw up made more tears fall down your face, but you smiled internally, knowing you had succeeded in untying yourself from the ropes that previously bound you.

You mentally prepared yourself for more pain as you undid the last of the ropes. Masky raised his foot again, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

However, seconds passed without you feeling anything. Confused, you warily let your eyes flutter open before letting out a bloodcurdling scream of shock, seeing him now crouched down, his mask inches away from your face.

“So you want to run, princess?”

You stopped dead in your tracks. Nothing you could even dream of saying or doing could rescue you from the punishment you would most definitely receive for your short-lived escape plan.

Yet Masky managed to surprise you again when instead of hurting you further, he stood back up and walked backwards, leaning himself against the wall in a casual pose.

“Run then,” he challenged you, daring you to do as he said. You froze like a deer caught in headlights, your attempts to remove the bindings from your legs instantly halting to a stop.

The door was directly in front of you, mere metres away. Masky stood to the far right of the room, far from the exit, far from where you were.

You quickly ran through your options in your head. You could untangle the rope, get to your feet, and try to run out of the door before he could close the distance on you. But even if you managed to pull that off, what next? You didn’t know what the rest of the house contained. It was possible you would run into Hoodie or, even worse—the Operator they spoke of. The image of the tall man flashed in your head, and you felt your heart race at your own imagination.

But you could try. You could try to make it through and out of the house and pray to whatever God was out there that you wouldn’t run into anyone dangerous. Still, you realized then that you had no idea where you were. You didn’t know how close the nearest civilization was, and you remembered something Hoodie said about this location being secluded. Could you really make it out on foot? You didn’t have any of your belongings either, especially not your phone or any form of a map.

You were a bird with its feathers trimmed, trying to escape a cage that perhaps wasn’t solely built to keep you in but also lock other, worse predators out.

Unsteadily, you managed to get back onto your knees, the twine naturally slipping off your arms and falling to the ground. You allowed your shoulders to slump forward as you buried your face in your hands, sobbing miserably, the hopelessness of your current situation finally dawning upon you.

“There, there,” Masky said as he walked over to you. Crouching down next to you, he held your head to his chest. His actions could’ve almost been seen as comforting, but you knew he was just rubbing salt in your wounds, adding insult to injury as you hiccupped, crying into his sweater. The two of you were still as he held you, patting your head with a mocking gentleness.

“Do we understand each other, princess?” he repeated his earlier question.

You nodded.

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teejaystumbles · 2 years

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Sorry Dreamling shippers for I have sailed to the shores of imaginings after comic canon… this contains major spoilers for the end of The Sandman, so please only read if you know the comic books or do not care if you’re spoilered. I could not resist, I need to write my thoughts down because I simultaneously love and hate the end of Sandman. This is based on and begins after “An Epilogue, Sunday Mourning”. (Also there is now a second part continuing after this: link )

Hob sat alone in his living room, nursing a bottle of wine. Gwen had left an hour ago when she realized he needed time to himself. He was thinking again about the dream he’d had at the fair. Walking along a beach...together with his oldest friend, and a stranger with long hair who he had met only once and who laughed very loudly.

“Why did you give me that dream?” he said to the empty air.

“To say Goodbye? I was at your funeral, you know. Everyone was, I think. Only then I really understood who you were… dream king.”

Hob sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, feeling unshed tears sting in his eyes. “I know you meant well, but I didn’t need that dream. Now I’m just sad again...that you’re gone, and no-one will meet me in 94 years…”

“I apologize. It was not my intention to make you sad.”

Hob’s head shot up at the voice, unfamiliar and yet… Before him stood a man, more a boy, really, as white as moonlight, or bone or… Hob didn’t know. He seemed like the opposite of his friend, but his eyes were somehow the same. He was wearing modern clothes, what looked like tight jeans and a leather jacket over a hoodie – all of it white. On his chest gleamed an emerald.

“You… you’re not him.”

The being shook it’s white fuzzy chin-length hair. “No. I am Dream. But I am not Morpheus...the one who met you every century.”

“Dream…” Hob repeated in awe, finally having been granted a name to call his friend (not his friend, someone else – Morpheus, his name was Morpheus-) by.

The man nodded. “Again, I apologize for causing you pain. I remember our meetings and I know that… he was very fond of you. A part of me...wanted to meet you myself.”

The being named Dream lowered his gaze, almost shy.

“It is presumptuous, I know, but I was wondering…”

He looked at Hob with a face full of hope.

“If you would be willing to... continue our – your – arrangement...to meet every 100 years…”

Hob studied the other’s face and mulled over his words.

“Why?”

Dream’s mouth dropped open but he didn’t say anything. Hob felt a sharp pain twisting inside, and so he continued, ruthlessly, mercilessly.

“Why would you want that? I know why he did. He didn’t understand humanity, not well, not in the beginning. Maybe he understood it too well, in the end… and he was lonely, I think.”

Hob smiled to himself and took a drink of his wine. He looked away from the boy, at the floor.

“I never thought he’d be the first of us to go… have been wondering lately… if I should…”

The white chucks (honestly? Damn, kid) of the other stepped into his view and Hob looked back up. The young man’s eyes were glistening wetly and Hob was fascinated against his will. His old friend had never shed a tear in his vicinity. He had been angry, and very rarely, amused, if any emotion could be read from his aloof face at all. This one didn’t look angry, just sad, and lost.

“I understand if you do not wish to meet with me, Robert Gadling. I want you to know that I would not have you believe that you are forgotten, though. I remember… I remember… and I feel…”

Hob frowned. “What do you mean? Either you are him, or you aren’t. Right?”

Dream shook his head a fraction.

“I am not, and yet I am. I know you, like he knew you. I...care for you...like he did. But it feels like it’s a book someone has been reading to me, like a movie I watched from behind his eyes...”

He fell silent and looked at the floor again. His hands in his jacket pockets seemed to clench. “It is real enough for me that I know I miss you. But I know that for a human it must be impossible...to let go of the part of me you knew… to...accept me instead.”

Their eyes met and the air felt charged. Hob inhaled sharply and breathed out through his nose. I miss you. “So, what. You want to keep meeting up every century?”

“If you wish to.”

“I don’t know… it was kind of his thing, you know? It always felt like every hundred years was all he would allow himself. Didn’t want to get too distracted from his job, I guess.”

Dream inclined his head in silent agreement. Hob examined the other closely before he said: “Not you, though. I think you need to learn a bit more, and more quickly. You’re a kid.”

Did he imagine the barest blush on Dream’s cheeks? The young man opened his mouth to retort but closed it again. Hob grinned.

“Tell you what, Dream, I’m free this weekend. We can make popcorn, watch a movie. I also make good tea.”

Dream stared at him a bit wide-eyed and Hob thought he had misjudged. But then, slowly, a small smile bloomed on the young man’s lips. He stepped closer to the table and pulled one of his hands out of his jacket. As he put a tiny blood-red flower into Hob’s empty wine glass he said, still smiling:

“I look forward to it.”

#dreamling #own writing #the sandman fanfiction #drabble #the sandman comic spoilers #maybe there'll be more?#I don't know yet

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coldshrugs · 4 months

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Hi fren! ♻️🤔🛠 and ❤️ for the fanfic asks? Mwha! 🥰

thank you anna!! 🥰💗

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

hmmmm, in the infidelity au, estinien attempts to have a one night stand and this character was originally meant to be kind of fan-ish about him? but victorien turned out... as kind of a beautiful gremlin and i love him so much for it. 😂

"Leave me," he says, "now." The words carry no threat, but the gravel in his voice invites no debate. Victorien's too-light eyes widen, and there is a small satisfaction in seeing him thrown off, but he ceases his task and sits back on his heels. "You know," he begins, mouth held in a long, tight line and using Estinien's legs as leverage to stand straight. "You are not good at wearing a mask. A helmet, maybe, but not a mask." He snatches his clothes from the floor and tosses them next to Estinien, redressing at his leisure. Estinien rolls his eyes and falls backward on the bed, half-dressed, half-hard, and willing this unfamiliar man to make haste as he stares at the ceiling. But he must admit some curiosity. "What do you mean?" "I was in front of you all night—my mistake, really, Ser Varlineau, and your loss—but you were looking at someone else. Looking for someone else. Your business is your own, but if the real thing enthralls you half as much as the shade you hoped to find in me, well... I only hope you let them know."

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

at some point, i really want to write about both times io and zenos kiss. it's fascinating to me how their feelings (as corroded as they are) don't line up in either moment. they reach out and reject at opposite times, which feels like it'd be fun to explore :>

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

i'm really struggling to write a set of letters between io and y'shtola. maybe they don't exactly fit in this space? i may move them back a bit so there's more for each to say. i'm leaving space for adjustments like this, but it's much more difficult in practice T^T

#asks #fanfic goals

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theia-eos · 1 year

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IkeSoren Week Day 2

Author notes above cut, skip to cut for the story.

This is written with my understanding of Tellius canon. I’ve posted this on AO3 before in the work “Despair” (TW: Major Character Death. Very sad themes.) It fit the theme and I am going to be out of town during Ike/Soren week, but I wanted to schedule this and share it here, away from the sad where it can just be cute. If this is the wrong thing to do, I am very sorry, and I will remove it.

Childhood/First Meeting

A young boy sat on the ground by a large oak tree. His black hair was long and unkempt. He wore tattered, stained and dirty robes that may have once been white or green, but now were brown with dirt and mud. His red eyes were fixated on the bugs crawling by him on the ground. His legs were pulled tight against his chest, thin frail arms wrapped tightly around his knees.

A book was hidden between his legs and his chest. The book was thin and worn, pages tattered by years of use. All decorations had been erased by the passage of time.

“Hey!” an unfamiliar voice called out.

The young boy looked at the bugs. So insignificant. Trampled on and never noticed. No one cared about them. And he was worth less than them. He didn't bother to look up, no one spoke to him any more. It wasn't worth the energy to even see what was happening near him.

“Hey, you!”

The voice was closer this time. The ants were carrying crumbs to their home, several feet to his left. What he would give for even one of those crumbs. But the ants were more significant than him, and he ought not take things from more important beings.

“Can you hear me?”

It was darker all of a sudden. The shadow of another person had eclipsed him.

He looked up. Another young boy was mere feet away, his blue hair lit softly by the sun, blue eyes big and wide, a concerned look on his face. He was wearing blue and yellow clothes.

“Can you hear me?”

The boy blinked. He looked around. There was no one near the two of them.

He sat up and unravelled his right arm from his body and pointed at his face.

“Yeah you.” The boy crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees. “Are you okay?”

Was he okay? What kind of question was that? He was alive. That was all that mattered. He shrugged.

“Why are you out here by yourself?”

Where else did he belong? He shrugged again.

“Where are your Mom and Dad?”

Mom and Dad? He shrugged again.

“Where do you live?”

He shook his head.

“You don't live anywhere?”

He nodded.

“Who takes care of you?”

He shook his head.

“No one?”

He nodded.

“What's your name?” The boy asked.

Name? He frowned. Names were what people were called. Idiot. Child. Beast. Devil. Spirit Charmer. Branded. These weren't names, but he didn't know of anything else to call himself. He couldn't answer this boy's question correctly even if he knew how to speak. He gripped his knees harder and grimaced, tightly shutting his eyes.

“Are you hungry?”

He stared at the boy. What was he planning? Was he hiding a bunch of rocks in the bag he carried? He shrunk back against the tree.

“Here, you can have my lunch,” the boy said and held out the bag.

He whimpered and tried to move away. His leg gave out underneath him and he fell to his side, the book falling a foot from him.

“Are you okay?!” The boy reached out, but he snatched his book and crawled away from the boy.

They stared at each other for a long time. He couldn't understand the boy. There was no deceit in the boy's large blue eyes. But what was in the bag? The boy couldn't truly be offering him food.

“It's really okay. You can have this.” The boy pulled something out of the bag, a sandwich. His mouth watered the moment he saw it. It smelled so wonderful. The boy set the bag on the ground and the sandwich on top of the bag. The boy then got up and walked a few feet away before turning around and sitting on the ground.

He watched the boy for a little longer. What was happening? Who was watching this? Any other kids in the trees? Ready to throw sticks at him? But the sandwich smelled so good and it had been so long since he had found anything to eat.

He snatched the sandwich with his right hand and sat against the tree. The other boy didn't move. He put his book between his legs and chest and held the sandwich in both hands. He lifted up the top piece of bread. There didn't seem to be anything hidden inside. He took a bite. It was good. The boy didn't move. The sandwich didn't burn his mouth. It seemed it was really just a sandwich. He devoured the rest of it.

After he finished the last bite, he looked back at the bag. Was that all there was?

“Are you still hungry?” The boy asked. “You can come back home with me if you want more.” The boy stood up and walked over to him.

He shrunk back against the tree. What was the boy planning? He shook his head.

The boy knelt down on the ground. “Come on, if you don't have anyone else, we can help you.”

He shook his head.

The boy pouted. “Well, what if I came back tomorrow and brought you more food? Would you still be here?”

He nodded.

The boy grinned, a large sloppy smile with his eyes closed. “Great! I'll bring a lot!”

Tears welled in his eyes. This boy was true. There was no deceit. Only kindness.

The boy held out his hand. “My name's Ike, by the way. We can be friends, okay?”

He stared at the hand. What did it mean?

The boy's smile fell a little. He withdrew his hand and scratched the back of his head. “No, huh? Well, that's okay. I'll still help you out.” The boy stood up. “See you tomorrow!” He called back as he ran off.

#ikesorenweek2023 #fire emblem fan fiction #fire emblem #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #fe9 #fe10 #fe9/10 #ike fire emblem #soren fire emblem #ikesoren #tellius #I wish I had more energy and time to draw #The way I imagine Ike and Soren is very cute

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linksthoughtbrambles · 2 years

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Ok for the 200 followers, congrats again by the way!! 😄 You’re amazing.

In a very very hot day, Zelda goes for a swim in a nearby pond, while Link stand guard (reasonably close) after a while Link takes off his shirt (very hot day) to which Zelda screams and runs away.

Comedy/romance will be great.

Thank you in advance.

P.S. English is not my first language, so sorry if there is any misspelling.

Very slightly nsfw.

Erroneous Resistance

In the intense heat of northwestern Faron, Zelda’s riding suit stuck so tight, the neck sat so high, and the air hung so stuffy it was all she could do not to snap at Link every few sentences (truthfully an exaggeration, since she hadn’t said a word other than some matter-of-fact statements regarding flora and fauna they’d encountered as she made notes in her compendium—why not make use of the trip to the spring?); she couldn’t resist when they came upon a well-shaded pond fed by a tiny waterfall, commanding her appointed knight to stand guard while she took a brief dip to refresh.

Zelda debated how much of her sweat-and-humidity-soaked clothing to strip off, and decided on all of it (her underthings were soaked, and she loathed the idea of wearing them beneath clothing in such a state—she’d packed changes)—she may not be comfortable around her knight, but she did trust him—so she advised Link not to look her way while she sank into the (quite warm) water in attempt to refresh her body and spirit; she tried to sink into relaxation, but the temperature of the water meant it provided little relief unless she exposed her wet skin to the air—she did so fully after a good long while resisting, turning to assure Link could not see her and drew in a scandalized gasp, for he had just pulled his own sticky shirt over his head, revealing a headily-toned torso that rendered Zelda incapable of further motion (though she apparently could still salivate).

She knew immediately how serious her error was, for her gasp alerted him to danger—he snatched his sword from its sheath where he’d leaned it and spun to fend off whatever had frightened her and he froze, every single muscle except his eyes, which lingered first on her chest, then moved downward as if dragged by some force from the underworld much lower, stopping where- where- where; Zelda shrieked and ran into the cover of the ample ferns, half-hidden behind a tree trunk while her knight stammered at least a dozen starts to an apology with eyes squeezed shut, finally settling on, “Princess you’re beautiful, you’ve nothing to be ashamed of and I'm so so so so SO so so sorry, please what can I do do you need a towel I have one somewhere well sort of not really a towel more of a large cloth but if you want it it's yours I'm so sorry...” which far from negating her embarrassment, warmed her in an entirely unfamiliar way—she resisted the sudden desire to shout, ‘Turnabout is fair play, knight,’ for it would be morally reprehensible for her to insist her handsome, adorable, knight disrobe as punishment, and instead emerged to rummage for her dry clothing, resisting whatever force kept attempting to lure her eyes back to Link’s exemplary torso.

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[Thanks for the ask, wolflinkpaws! Hard to resist any excuse for Link to ramble in panic 😆].

#200 followers celebration #200 followers #3 sentence fics #botw #zelda #zelink #loz #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #fanfic #comedy #romcom #pre-calamity #pre calamity #silly #is naked bathing an official trope #i bet it is #the title comes from the fact that neither of them should have resisted any of this #just go for it you dorks

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spiritedscorpio · 1 year

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I liked the Icy/Sky fanfic! It left me wondering what it would be like with Sky dominating.

Can I order another but with another theme?

Thank you so much :)

Turning Tables

Characters: Icy/Sky Warning: This story includes smut.

In order for Sky and Icy to see each other more frequently and in secrecy, she had change her appearance with her magic to make her look like one of the specialists. Since the boys each had their own separate room in the dorms, Icy in her disguise could say she was just "hanging out" with Sky and do whatever behind closed doors. The two of them were in a weird situation, they weren’t exactly dating but they also seemed to have feelings for each other even if Icy didn’t show it much. If she felt nothing for him she wouldn’t spend most of her time in his dorm or encourage Sky to go places with her. With the knowledge of the Trix and Valtor breaking out of the Omega Dimension, security at Red Fountain tightened and in addition to the magic barrier, students needed to scan their ID cards to get in. Due to this, the two of them weren't able to see each other for quite some time. They could only communicate with their holographic phones but that just made her miss him being around more. This was quite an unfamiliar feeling for her which is why it took a while for her to resort to using her sister's help.

She knocked on the door that separated their rooms. A “what?” was heard on the other side.

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah sure”

She entered the room to find Darcy sitting on her bed with her laptop. “What do you need?”

“You know Sky, right?” Her tone sounded much different from her typical confident sounding one.

“The blondie you’ve been sneaking around with?” She looked at Icy over her glasses.

"Yeah, the security at his school is too tight so I was wondering if you'd help me get in"

She set her laptop off to the side, her interest seemingly piqued. "What's in it for me?"

"What do you want?" Icy replied.

"Do my chores for a week and I'll help you"

"Fine"

They decided to execute their plan later that day. The two witches made themselves invisible with Darcy's magic and she also used it to made an invisible opening in the school's barrier. "Why are you coming inside?" Icy asked.

"There's no way you'll be able to stay the entire night and besides... I'd like to pay Riven a visit"

Icy shrugged at her response. "Suit yourself"

When she made it to his room, she heard the shower running and decided to wait for him on the bed. A few minutes later he entered the room, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. "Icy! How'd you get here? It's great to see you" He sat down with her, pulling her into hug.

"Darcy helped me out"

He chuckled. "There's quite a large risk in doing that, and its just to see me? How cute"

The last remark caught her off guard. "W-well you wanted to see me too, right?"

"Yes but you're not here just to see me, right?" His fingers lightly trailed over her stomach and her breath hitched. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”

His fingers continued to brush over her body, just making their way to her cunt before retreating again. She huffed out in frustration, a light shade of pink becoming visible on her cheeks. “You look quite cute like this” he added. “All desperate for my touch”

The way he spoke stirred something inside her since she had never been spoken to like this, no one dared to, but she actually liked it. “Please...fuck me” she said, suddenly feeling small compared to the blond male.

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “That wasn't so hard now was it?" He pulled her in for a kiss. "But if you want me to do something I'm gonna need you to take these clothes off"

She quickly rose off the bed and removed her clothes, her patience wearing thin. His eyes scanned her body as his hand wandered her bare skin. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" He said genuinely, the compliment making her blush.

He pulled her towards him to kiss her again, this one being much deeper and passionate. His lips eventually made their way down her jaw and to her neck, lightly nibbling and sucking at the skin. Relaxed sighs and soft moans left her lips as the tension between her legs grew stronger. While he did this his fingers trailed over the mid-section of her body and upper thighs causing her to shiver under the touch. His attention was then directed to her breasts, one of them being massaged by his large hand and the other being attended to by his mouth.

Lazy circles were drawn around her nipple with his tongue before taking it between his lips and lightly sucking. While his mouth went to work, his fingers wrapped around her other nipple, gripping and tugging at it gently. When he moved away from her breasts he trailed kisses down her stomach, inching closer and closer to where she needed him. A smirk found its way to Sky's face at the sight of how wet she had gotten. 2 of his fingers moved up her slit, collecting the wetness and bringing it up to her clit. His palm rested on her pelvis as his thumb drew steady circles on her clit, earning a few soft moans from her.

He brought his arms under her upper thighs, pulling her closer to him, and licked up her slit. After repeating the motion, he drew repetitive patterns over her clit. Icy cursed under her breath, her fingers finding their way into his hair and gripping it. He let out a low groan which sent vibrations up her spine. As the pleasure continued to build up, her legs clamped around his head, bordering the sides of his pretty face. A finger of his made its way inside her, slipping in easily due to her arousal. It targeted her g-spot, repeatedly hitting it while his mouth continued to go to work. He slipped another finger into her tight hole, slightly stretching her out. The room was filled with the lewd sounds of him eating her out and her moans, progressively increasing in volume.

He soon felt her pulsate around his fingers, signaling she was near her release. "Aww, are you close?" he looked up to see her face and she just nodded frantically in response. "Come for me then" With a few more pumps she came around his fingers and he happily lapped up her juices. He finally shedded his clothing before coating his cock in her arousal and easing it in. As he pushed himself in, she winced in pain so he peppered her face with kisses, mumbling words of praise. Once he was fully in he gave her some time to adjust before thrusting into her. His pace was slow yet deep, hitting all her sweet spots. Her face was flushed and her lips were slightly parted. She looked so submissive, a side of her that Sky had never seen before. The ice witch held herself with so much confidence, a simple glance filling others with fear and here she was, legs spread wide for him, and begging for his cock. The sight turned him on way more than he would ever dare to say aloud. Her eyes rolled back as his cock hit a certain spot, her hand instantly moving to cover her mouth to suppress the loud moan that escaped her.

He responded by pinning her wrists above her head, "I want to hear all your pretty noises" he cooed at her, pressing his lips to her again. As he increased his pace she moaned into his mouth making the only audible noise their body's clashing against each other. Over time the pleasure began to feel overwhelming causing her moans to turn into high pitched whimpers and whines. After bringing his hand back down to her clit and rubbing a few circles on it she came, her legs spasming against him.

He could tell she was getting sensitive so nothing but praise left his lips. "You're being so good for me" he pressed another kiss to her lips. After a few more thrusts he reached his own orgasm, painting her walls white. Once he came down from his high, he joined her on the bed. They remained in each others arms, just enjoying the silence until Icy spoke up. "What are we?" She asked bluntly.

He looked down to make eye contact with her. “What do you want to be?”

“I asked you the question first”

“Fair. If you’re okay with it... I want you to be mine”

She slightly blushed at the bold statement. “That’s not how you ask a girl out you know”

“Okay then," He titled her head up so they were making eye contact. "Will you do me the honors of being my girlfriend?”

“If you insist then yes I will” she looked off to the side. The comment seemed cold but he knew what she really meant.

He smiled and placed a kiss on the top of her forehead. “Thanks”

#winx club fanfiction #fanfic #winx sky #skyxicy #winx icy #trix icy

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rosescries · 1 year

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Angel Wings

(Please remember this is a first draft, so keep that in mind while reading!)

Violet Davius had finally wore the school board down enough to let them have a Halloween dance their senior year, something that hasn't happened since the 1980s. And everyone's going to be there!

Including Rena Addams, a rather shy girl with a big crush on a certain head cheerleader. And unaware the feelings are mutual. Maybe they'll be able to get closer during the dance!

But they also find that maybe there was a reason the school hadn't had a Halloween dance in so long...

First / Last

~Chapter 3

October 31 9:32 pm: Halloween Night~

“Hey, doesn’t it seem like there’s more people than normal?” Rena asks, glancing around the gym.

There’s definitely more teenagers than in their class stuffing themselves into the room. Maybe some of the lower grades decided to come as well? They look kind of odd to put it nicely, but they still look like they’re having a nice time.

“I guess,” Briar hums, taking a look around herself. “Are zombies coming back this year? A lot of people went for that look. Did really well too.”

“Old school clothes too,” Rena adds, tilting her head.

They’re all dressed in bright colors and teased hair. A lot of it is loose fitting and there’s quite a bit of denim in there as well. There’s also a lot of those creepy face masks and well fitted black, floor length dresses.

“Huh. Weird. Well, I’m going to go get something to drink, you want anything?” Briar asks, jumping up from where the two were sitting for some rest after the music got kind of boring.

“Sure,” Rena nods. Briar skips off and disappears into the crowd once again. Rena sighs and pulls the veil out of her face to join with the rest of it in the back. She looks out at all the people again, head tilting.

“Come on, it’s now or never. Briar just left,” Abbey encourages, pulling Violet towards the table Rena’s sitting at. “And she’s looking really bored over there. Could use some company.”

“Abbey!” Violet whines. Abbey just rolls her eyes, continuing to pull her friend along. Jack walks behind them, hands on Violet’s shoulders.

“You can do this, Violet,” Jack assures, nodding his head. “And we’ll be there to help you along the way.”

“Yeah,” Abbey agrees with a chuckle. “You’ll get her tonight.”

Violet just groans in misery, glancing between her friend and her crush. At least until Abbey crashes into someone.

“Oops! I’m sorry!” She squeaks, backing away from the person she just bumped into.

“Don’t worry about it,” the boy says, turning back to his friend.

The three pause, glancing at the stranger in front of them. He has a really convincing zombie costume, the rot on his skin looking almost real. There are also parts with really convincing looking bones visible. The karate uniform he wears is also weirdly convincing as well.

There’s more kids like him milling about the gym, all in an array of costumes and talking to more unfamiliar faces. Some are even talking with familiar ones from their grade. But they all have the same convincing zombie makeup and messy clothes. All looking like they just walked out of the 80s.

“Did.” Abbey pauses, glancing around again. “Was another school invited? A school of makeup artists or something.”

“No,” Violet replies in confusion. “I’m not sure who they are.”

“Strange,” Abbey mumbles. But then she shakes her head, smiling widely again as she continues pulling Violet over to Rena. “We can worry about that later! You have a girl to woo.”

“Uh, looks like we’re a little late,” Jack comments, scratching the back of his neck.

“What?” Abbey yells, spinning on her heels.

They see one of the people they don’t recognize standing in front of Rena, who’s admittedly looking quite confused and weary. The stranger dressed as some kind of undead female rock star or something similar. With the tight black jeans and loose jacket. Along with several necklaces and very teased black hair. The girl seems rather excited, bouncing on her heels about something. Soon enough, she’s grabbing Rena’s hand and pulling her up and into the crowd.

“Dang,” Abbey pouts, crossing her arms. “Lost our chance. Maybe we can find them and join in?”

“I don’t know,” Violet replies, glancing around again. Her face scrunches in worry and confusion as she looks around. “Something about this just seems… off to me.”

Abbey and Jack look at her confused, but look around themselves as well.

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“Angi! I didn’t know you were coming!”

Rena jumps when there’s suddenly someone in front of her. It’s a girl she doesn’t recognize, in an undead rocker costume.

“I’m sorry?” Rena mumbles, leaning a little further back into the table.

“Hey, no worries! But I thought you said you weren’t coming!” The rocker girl is bouncing on her heels. “But besides that! Brittney offered to let us hang out with her!”

“Who?” Rena asks, even more confused. She’s not sure who this girl is or who Brittney is or why either of them are talking to her. She’s really wishing they wouldn’t though.

“Come on, Brittney! You know the most popular girl in school! The head cheerleader!” The girl replies, looking like she can’t believe what she’s hearing right now.

“What? But Violet’s-” Rena starts but is cut off by the girl grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet.

“Come on! We won’t get a chance like this every day!” The girl chirps. She does look back and glance over Rena again though. “Gnarly costume by the way. Looks a little weird though.”

“Wha- Gnarly?” Rena sputters. She helplessly gets dragged through the crowded gym to a less crowded area. Four other teens are standing around there. The only boy of the group has an arm around one of the girls, who has her arms crossed and is looking rather bored. The two other girls are on the other side of her, chatting happily.

Who Rena’s guessing is the leader, maybe that’s Brittney, is dressed like an undead angel. Some of the feathers from the small wings are missing and they look old and ratty. The white dress that goes to her knees is ripped and dirtied. Her hair’s a mess and the halo is crooked. Whatever makeup she was wearing is ruined, even looking like she’s cried at some point.

The boy who has his arm around her has a white hockey mask over his face and is wearing a denim jacket, white shirt, and jeans. He’s also holding a gimmicky fake knife, twirling it idly in his hand. The girl closest to the angel girl is wearing a tight black dress with sleek black hair, though both are still rumpled and ragged. She also has some bold makeup on. The last girl is wearing an aggressively 80s popstar outfit with makeup and hair to match. They also added the undead part of it too.

They glance over boredly as the two of them approach. Though the angel does a double take and stares at Rena, straightening her posture.

“Hey! Look who I found!” The rocker girl chirps.

“Great,” popstar sneers.

“Angi,” the angel says, a bit breathlessly and glancing over Rena’s appearance.

“Um, I’m not-” Rena tries to say.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” Angel continues, leaning forward and taking Rena’s hands herself. “I’m glad you made it!”

“Thanks?” Rena squeaks, still very confused.

“Nice to see you, Angi,” black dress greets, smiling pleasantly. “Thanks for bringing her over, Jamie. You both have nice costumes.”

“Thanks!” Rocker girl, Jamie apparently, beams. “You also have rocking costumes.”

“Thanks,” the boy snorts, now leaning against the wall. His voice is kind of muffled by the mask. And now that she’s closer, Rena can see just how big the boy is. Intimidatingly so.

The angel hasn’t let go of her hands or taken her eyes off Rena yet either.

“Thanks for inviting us over!” Jamie smiles. “You look beautiful, Brittney.”

“Thanks,” angel, Brittney, smirks. “You look gorgeous, Angi.”

“Thanks, but I’m not-” Rena tries again, only to be talked over again.

“You two can hang out with us tonight,” black dress says, flipping some of the dark hair over her shoulder. “Maybe you can sit with us at lunch too on Monday, if you’d like.”

“That would be totally awesome,” Jamie nods. Popstar snorts, crossing her arms as she eyes Jamie.

Rena doesn’t get the chance to correct the group for a while. Brittney pulled her closer though, draping an arm over her shoulder. Jamie jabbered on a lot about school and teachers Rena doesn’t know. Most of the group looks rather bored, at least until popstar, or Danielle as Rena learned, asked her to go get them some punch.

“Sure!” Jamie chirps, instantly running off.

“Why are we allowing that nerd around us again?” Danielle asks, twirling a piece of her hair.

“Danielle, shut up,” black dress, or Nicole, replies.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Danielle mutters, walking off into the crowd.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom too,” the boy, Nick, shrugs. He walks off, following after Danielle.

“Oh, Brittney, your makeup is running,” Nicole comments. She smiles widely, a fake tear in her cheek making it unsettling. “Maybe Angi can help you fix it.”

“Oh, great idea!” Brittney smiles back. She then turns to Rena again. “You’re really good at makeup, think you can help?”

She’s already walking before Rena can respond. Despite Rena’s sputtering protests, Brittney pulls her out of the gym and into a classroom, not the bathroom.

“It’s much quieter in here,” Brittney comments, flicking on a light switch. “I can actually hear myself think.”

“Uh, yeah,” Rena agrees hesitantly. “But, uhm, I’m not Angi.”

“Really?” Brittney asks, seating herself on a desk. She looks amused. “Then who are you?”

“I’m Rena Addams.” Rena introduces. “I’m here with my friend, Briar. She’s probably looking for me now.”

Brittney’s smile falters for a minute, a dark look passing her features. But a second later she’s back to looking pleasant.

“Brittney Heinz. Don’t worry about it,” Brittney smiles. She tilts her head back a bit, a pout on her face. “But don’t you think you could stay even for a little bit?”

“Uhm, I don’t- I don’t know,” Rena mumbles, clasping her hands together. Her eyes dart towards the door.

“Come on. You’re the most interesting thing that’s come around in a while,” Brittney encourages. Rena glances away again, a little bit of a blush coating her cheeks. Brittney shifts, crossing her legs and leaning back a bit. “I want to know where you got that dress from.”

Brittney’s eyes rove over Rena’s figure slowly, drinking in every detail.

“You look gorgeous in it,” Brittney adds, making Rena’s blush darken. “Leagues above anyone else in that gym. Maybe the world too.”

“I-I don’t think you could go that far,” Rena mumbles, flickering her eyes towards Brittney. But she quickly looks away again.

“No way. I mean every word,” Brittney assures. She chuckles when Rena covers her red face, eyes roving over her form. “Where did you get that dress though?”

“My friend’s mom made it for me. She just altered an old wedding dress from a thrift store,” Rena replies, uncovering her face to pick at the material.

“It looks great. Did you do your makeup yourself?” Brittney asks, reaching out and brushing her thumb over one of the fake tears in her skin. She frowns as Rena flinches away from her touch, eyes narrowing a little as her head tilts.

“No. My friend did all the makeup,” Rena replies, leaning a little farther back on the desk. Brittney just hums. “Uhm… Did you do your makeup? You and your friends make for some really convincing zombies.”

Brittney laughs at that, glancing towards her own rotting skin and disheveled clothing. She returns her eyes to the girl in front of her after a few seconds.

“We do, don’t we?”

#i have one more chapter but it's unfinished #:(#so this is all you get #for now #rosey writes #writblr #writing #creative writing #first draft

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