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barefoothighlander · 10 months

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never going back again - 03

summary: ghost finds himself at the wrong safe house, injured and unable to call for backup

simon ‘ghost’ riley x innocent fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), mention of nudity, mention of food, simons a flirt

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a/n: haven’t proofread this yet, sorry for any grammatical errors

It’s a loud banging that wakes you, echoing through the walls of the small cottage, shifting frames on the wall as it continues.

In a sleepy daze you remember how Simon had mentioned he was going to fix the shower, something about mould and needing to redo the tile, what you didn’t recall was him saying he’d start work promptly at 7am, effectively disrupting your peaceful slumber.

You trudge your way out of the bedroom, wrapping the blanket around your form for some warmth as you stand in the doorway to the bathroom, heavy eyes watching him.

It takes him no time at all to acknowledge your presence, probably due to whatever training he’d acquired over the years, he could notice a mosquito shift from 10 feet away, such keen eyes.

He turns to you, his dark clothes sprinkled with powdered remnants of tile, “Did I wake you?”

You smile weakly, “You know there’s no rush, can always start these things, I dunno, in the afternoon”

“Woke up early, wanted to get a head start”

“Head start, sure, yeah” You dig your palms into your eyes, trying to rub the sleep from them, he drops his tools, moving closer to you and gently wrapping his fingers around your wrists, tugging them from your face.

“How’d you sleep love?”

“You mean before you shook my entire house at the crack of dawn? Very well, you’re quite comfortable”

“Am I?”

You smile, shifting your arms to wrap around him, letting the blanket draped on you fall to the floor, he snakes a hand behind your head, tugging it against his chest as he lifts his mask slightly, planting a kiss on the crown of your head.

“How long is this gonna take?”

“Shouldn’t be more than two days”

“You understand this is my only washroom”

“I know”

“And I use it”

“Mhm”

“Please don’t destroy it”

“Wouldn’t dream of it”

You peak your head around him, getting a full glance at the room, it’s a complete mess, tools and dust everywhere, fallen tiles scattering the floor.

“Oh my god”

He pulls back, following your line of sight, “It’s not that bad”

“Not that bad, Simon, be serious”

“You still have the bathtub”

You huff, your forehead falling into his chest, “Just, promise me you know what you’re doing”

He scrunches his face under his mask, “I know what I’m doing” Running his hands up your arms, lying.

“Okay, I’m trusting you”

“Go get some tea love, I’ll take a break soon”

You lift your head from him, gazing up at his masked face before turning around, picking up your fallen blanket and making your way to the kitchen, jolting at the sudden clanging from a wall away and silently praying he wouldn’t destroy your entire washroom.

It’s takes him a few hours before the banging stops, your hearing feeling like it was permanently damaged from the consistent noise as Simon emerges, completely covered in dust.

You bite back the smile that pulls on your lips as you watch him saunter in, reaching for a mug and pouring himself a cup of tea before dramatically huffing a breath while he sits down.

“Done yet?”

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head, “Done taking the old tile down”

“Seems like it took all your energy old man”

“Old man?”

You laugh lightly into your tea,

“Believe me love, I’ve got energy to spare” He smirks under his mask as you choke into your tea, drops of the liquid spurting from the mug as your cheeks flush.

You clear your throat, tilting your head lightly “Wanna use some of it to help me in the garden?”

“Give me five minutes”

You smile, standing from your chair and walking beside him, placing a hand to his shoulder and dragging it along the skin as you walk away.

It takes him more than 5 minutes to meet you, more interested in watching you move around the land whilst sipping his tea, the privacy granting him the opportunity to drink properly without the hindrance of his mask, he made a mental note to buy you proper tea considering the stuff you had tasted like wet dirt to him.

By the time he found you in the garden he had changed his clothes, opting for a more comfortable t-shirt and jeans, the man looked damn good, his arms flexing under the thin cloth that allowed you perfect sight of the ink on his arm.

“Must be hot with that mask on all the time”

“M’not gonna take it off” He groans, standing behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, he leans in to your ear “Yet”

You bite you lower lip as the thoughts flash through your mind, really you didn’t mean the words in a teasing way, more of an observation but now all you could think about was what he looked like. You knew his eyes were dark and his lips were full and pink, that his jaw was muscular and stubbled, from the few angles he granted you, you could tell he had scars on his face, specifically one that spanned his chin going down and another that cut through his left eyebrow.

It was enough, the small glimpses of him, the mystery intriguing but now there was a desire to know him under the mask, how he looked alongside who he was.

“Okay” You break yourself from your thought,la, pulling his arms from you and turning around, “I need you to help me plant these”

“Yes ma’am”

You hand him a small shovel, kneeling in the dirt, “So dig a small hole here, and then just put the pods in and cover them”

“Seems simple enough”

“So you won’t mess up?”

“I didn’t say that”

You smile, “Just do your best, need these to eat”

You watch him struggle to choose spots to dig, clearly overthinking his moves as he twists his body, reaching across the beds.

You shake your head, patting down the dirt in front of you at you settle one of the plants, untangling the vines and sitting back, wiping your hand across your forehead.

“Just plant it Si”

He whips his head to you, his eyes glued to your face in a panicked manner, it makes you uneasy,

“You okay?”

You slowly reach a hand down to rest on top of his, watching his reaction,

“Yeah fine” He shakes his head, “No one’s called me that in a long time, took me by surprise”

“Oh, m’sorry it just slipped out”

“No, I like it, sounds nice coming from you”

“Oh” You turn your gaze down, how did he always manage to make you so nervous, his hand meets your jaw, moving your gaze up to him as he holds you, his other thumb moving to swipe across your forehead.

“Got somethin”

He shows his palm, a smear of dirt on it as you realize, using your own hand to wipe it, you glance down at your body, stains of grass and soil covering you as you laugh.

“You’re filthy”

“You’re no better” You joke, gesturing to the clumps of spilt soil on his lap,

“Could probably use a shower”

“You think you’re so funny”

“Sometimes yeah”

You huff, grabbing a small handful of soil and tossing it at him, he closes his eyes for a moment, “Seriously”

You can’t fight the laughter that erupts from you, the dirt sticking to his sweat covered skin as he looks at you.

You yelp as he pounced on you, throwing your body back into the dirt as he hovers over your frame, his fingers tickling at your sides as you writhe under him.

“Say you’re sorry”

“Will not” You manage through laughs

His fingers poke at your skin, smearing the dirt from his arms onto your clothes in the process,

“Please, can’t breath”

He leans back with a smile, watching your heavy breaths raise your chest as your arms fall to the ground.

“Apologize”

“I’m-“

You’re sentence is cut short as you hear a car pull up, it’s door slamming shut, Simon jumps from you in full fight mode, extending an arm back to keep you guarded as a man exits the vehicle.

You squint your eyes at him, pushing Simons arm down gently as you recognize the person.

“William?”

“Hey doll”

Simon looks between you and the man, a sudden fire burning under his skin at the pet name, he stands back slightly as you approach him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Who’s this?”

You glance at Simon, giving him a small smile before turning back, “A friend”

The term feels like a punch to his chest.

“Pleasure” William extends a hand to Simon who neglects to shake it, eyeing the smaller man’s frame before turning back to you.

“What do you want”

“Came to drop something off, or someone rather”

He walks toward the car, opening the back door quickly as you watch a furry mass sprint toward you, gasping as you kneel down to meet it.

He licks your face as you scrunch it, running your hands over his fur, laughing as he prances around you before he catches Simons scent.

Simon watches the animal intently, studying it’s moves, as it approaches him quickly, jumping to his chest, licking his arms.

“He missed you, and I’m moving”

You tilt your head to him, “Moving?”

“Going to Spain, my mums sick”

“Will I’m so sorry”

“S’alright, just figured Riley needed a better place to stay”

“Yeah of course, thank you”

“We’ll I’ll get out of your hair, seems your busy, it was nice meeting you Simon”

Ghost is at a loss for words, he simply nods toward the man, his gaze focused on Riley.

“Seems he likes you”

“Where’d you get this dog” His tone is serious

“We adopted him when Will and I were together, he’s a retired-“

“Spec ops dog”

“Yeah? How’d you know”

“This is my dog”

“Simon what are you talking about?”

“I work in the military, that’s my job”

“And Riley was yours?”

“For a few years yeah, last they told me he’d retired in the states”

“They didn’t let you keep him?”

“Not protocol, I’m not home much”

“Home” The word triggers something in your mind, he’s not home, this isn’t his house, you’d been so caught up in being around him you’d completely forgot that he has a life outside yours.

Simons eyes crinkle as he plays with the dog, rough housing with him as they roll in the dirt, “We should get inside, looks like rain”

“Be in, in a minute love”

You walk slowly toward the house, resting your back against the front door and shutting your eyes, why hadn’t you thought about him leaving, there were people relying on him, it’s not like he could stay forever.

Even with the anxiety in your chest, your heart swells at the sight of Simon playing with Riley, even in the short time you’d known him, you’d never seen him this comfortable, he was so happy.

You glance at your arms, caked in dirt and sweat, deciding you needed to wash off. Stumbling over the mess of the washroom to turn on the bath, closing your eyes as you sink into the warm water.

Losing track of time in the water you notice your skin had grown wrinkled, scrubbing off the last bits of dirt and stepping out, wrapping a towel around your body and carefully navigating around the room.

Apparently during your alone time, Simon and Riley had moved their fun into the house, moving around the rooms together as they settled in.

You open the door, bumping directly into Simons chest, your nerves jumping as you collide. In a panic your towel falls,

“Sorry I didn’t see you” He struggles to get the last words out, his eyes roaming your naked form as you quickly move to cover yourself,

“Oh my god!” You reach for your towel but Riley runs over, grabbing it with his teeth and running away, “Riley! No, not a toy!”

Your cheeks flush with heat as you glance up, Simons eyes glued to you, your own eyes blown wide as you scurry away, slamming your bedroom door shut.

“Hey, wait” He follows you, leaning against your door as you drop your head to your hands on the other side.

“Please, go away”

“C’mon, it wasn’t that bad”

“You saw my whole body”

“Lucky me”

“Simon” You laugh,

“It was bound to happen at some point”

“Well these are awful circumstances”

He moves the door open slightly, his eyes on your face as you hide behind the wood, face flush, he smiles, reaching to lift his mask slightly as he leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss.

“You’re so beautiful”

You take a deep breath, smiling against his lips before shoving him back and closing the door. He sits down, back resting against the door as you shuffle around in your room, quickly throwing on clothes.

“I’m serious, the most perfect girl i’ve ever seen, honestly just can’t believe it took this long for you to get naked”

You open the door quickly, his body falling backwards onto the ground, wincing lightly as he laughs, his eyes opening to see you standing above him.

“You’re very cocky, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Actually yeah”

Shaking your head you step over him, making your way to the kitchen, Riley following closely behind you.

Simon appears in the door frame, watching you pull food from the fridge, tossing items into pots and onto the cutting board.

“You hungry?” Twisting your head over your shoulder,

“Starved”

He rests an arm above his head against the frame, watching you cook, his hand extended down to pet Riley, this was perfect, the life he never knew he wanted, he had you and his dog and goliath his own little family.

He gives you some space to work, settling on the couch while Riley rests at his feet, seemingly tired out from the day. He reaches for the small tray of electronics on the table, toying with his comms for a moment before piecing it together finally, clipping in the missing cord.

There’s a massive weight on his shoulders, he knows what he has to do, he has a team waiting on him, a family, less conventional yes, but a family none the less, the team were his brothers, he had to get in contact.

He grabs his comm, tucking it to his ear before moving into the bedroom, closing the door so you couldn’t hear.

“Bravo Delta, this is Ghost”

He waits a few minutes before repeating himself, double checking his channel, those few minutes make his heart sink lower, either no one was there and his team had forgotten him, or his comms really were destroyed, and he could stay with you.

“Ghost?”

“Captain, good to hear your voice”

“Christ Son, we thought you’d died”

“Not yet Sir, just a little misplaced”

“Send your coordinates, we’ll get you evac”

“Negative Sir, I’ve got hostiles in the city near”

“Can you get out? We need you on base”

“How much time can you give me?”

He hears Price take a deep breath, murmuring to someone else in the room, “Three days Simon, then I’m sending everyone I have to get you”

“Copy, see you in three days”

“Be careful”

The line goes dead, Simons worries surfacing, he had three days, he didn’t want to face the idea of leaving you let alone how you’d react when he told you, he’d finally gotten his family, he wouldn’t give it up this easy.

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yaekiss · 11 months

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on this sinful sunday, i’m having very holy thoughts of either branding or carving my name onto childe’s skin— maybe that tummy he’s so insistent on not covering up, maybe a nice little tramp stamp. i know he’s making sure it scars, picking at the scabs and whining for you to redo them if they dare to fade away— he belongs to you!

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Yan! Tartaglia, reader's dick can also be read as strap, gore + eroguro, knifeplay + blood, masochist Tartaglia, spanking (just once, on Tartaglia), terrible wound care by Tartaglia please don't follow his actions, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: Happy Whore Wednesday pulpie! Or uhhh, it was Wednesday when I started writing this. Got a lil carried away hehe :3 Happy Thotaglia Thursday! Slut on! (With you, Childe feels like every day is Thotaglia Thursday)

Anyways. Childe thinks of you as pure divinity, the holiest of beings, and he’s eager to worship all of you and bear everything that you’re willing to bless him with. Who is he to say no to the pain you inflict on him too?

This time, he’s cockwarming you, the heat and desire he feels is dizzying. You’re inside him and just the sensation of you filling him up perfectly has left him giddy with lust. His face is smushed into the mattress with his azure eyes already rolled into their sockets. Prior to this, he pressed a lavishly decorated dagger into your palm with a fervent sort of urgency, begging for you to mark him up however you like. You try to think back on what could’ve spurred this on. Was it that merchant trying to chat you up at the market the other day? Or perhaps it’s just a sick kind of longing that hangs around the ginger no matter how much time you spend together? One thing remains clear, at its core, Childe wants to be utterly and irrefutably yours.

Taking up the dagger, you admire the inlaid gemstones glinting in the lighting of the room, their colours matching the exact shade of your eyes and you’re sure that this must have cost an arm and a leg. Tracing the cold metal down the ridge of his spine, you feel him shudder, your ears picking up a soft keening whine. You start off slow, the tip of the blade breaking past skin and revealing glorious liquid crimson. Childe sucks in a breath at the delirious buzz of pain and pleasure that he’s subjected to at your hands.

“Nghh… please I wanttt-! to be yours!” Greedy as always.

You take your time carving out your name into his flesh, revelling in just how many moans and whines you can wring out from the harbinger. Despite how muddled his senses are, he’s acutely aware of each and every searing twist and pull of the knife. Some of the warm blood trickles and drips down to where the two of you are connected and the sensation has him losing the ability to speak, brain reeling at how disgustingly intimate this whole act is. However, over time, Childe gets squirmy and twitchy with how pent-up he’s getting, the arousal in him pooling and heightening. That simply won’t do. Good boys need to stay in line while their lover is being so so so nice to them after all. With a pointed “tsk”, you land a hard smack on his ass as a warning. He yelps loudly at the impact but he gets the message, obediently staying still as you finish carving the tramp stamp.

When you’re finally done, you pull out of him, the lack of your cock filling him up has Childe whining again but it snaps him out of his reverie. You reach over to grab a mirror and angle it so that he can see (read: marvel at) your handiwork. His eyes glint as he catches sight of the fresh cuts, the wound spelling out your name and the fact that you’ve claimed him as your devoted believer. However, he doesn’t let you go further than cleaning and disinfecting the wound site. (Secretly, he hopes that it leaves a permanent scar, an eternal pure white etched into his skin to show that he belongs to you without question.)

Throughout the whole healing process, he picks away at the scabs that try to cover the wound, opening it back up again so that your name is written in a carnal raw red. Whenever he stares at it in the bathroom mirror for too long and thinks that a certain part of it is fading away too fast without leaving a mark, he rushes to you, whining and begging for you to redo it with a frenzied tone in his voice.

He wishes you’ll dig even deeper, maybe even push your fingers into his flesh until he’s screaming and clenching down on your cock, use his blood as lube as you fuck up into him relentlessly. The thoughts keep coming and you can’t go a full week without Childe pleading for you to lay your claim on him.

Maybe next time he’ll convince you to leave your mark on his abdomen so that everyone can see who he belongs to.

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yanban-san · 1 year

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Shdjfkj loving all of the monter fucker darling asks lmao 💟

would seeing emmet in a more natural state affect darling mentally? maybe experience some of that eldritch madness™ but it mixes with horny to create a sucker-for-love style obession with seeing the pretty winged monster thing again so they can fuck it? it might start off with the 'monster' constantly being on darlings mind, which makes the twins very happy. but it evolves into them skipping meals in favor of trying to research any myths, rumors, anything they can find and losing sleep as they sneak around the subway at night, which makes the twins less happy.

darling can't help themsleves tho. after all, it's them!!! the pretty monster that the pretty feather came from. they have to see it again. no matter the cost. of course, everytime darling tries hijinx ensue and alas our eldritch abominations have been cock-blocked again

but at the same time, i imagine darling might try to distance themselves from ingo and emmet at work because 'how would my bosses that are very keen on my safety react to me trespassing at night just to sleep with some monsters?'

-applesauce anon

Aight so- I've been absent from posting about the Eldritch boys for a bit longer than a *hot* minute, and I'm fixing that. That said, this answer will be in two or more parts- Because it was getting excessively long. Like I mean, *excessively* long. The first time I wrote this, before my pc died, it was at ~15k words- Currently this one is sitting at ~8k?? But I am splitting it up just so I start posting again lol That said, I really hope you enjoy Apple! I'm sorry about my absence, I've missed writing a lot! This is a redo partly of the Darling meeting Eldritch Emmet in the first place- With more. And an aftermath, for the time being. Tags: Eldritch Submas AU, Little Angst, Multi-Part Pain, Very Long

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“It’s really such a shame,” You began, shouting into the darkness of the unending tunnels of the Subway, partially to distract yourself from the terrifying noises echoing through the concrete hallways and partially to, hopefully, attract whatever “monster” was lurking down here. “That I haven’t seen any beautiful, scary, monsters down here yet!”

You half-believed the rumors, and yet, half-didn’t. Agent Cameron had been the one to mention it first to you, prankster that he was- Perhaps he was going to try to frighten you? That would be silly. At this point you’d be frightening him, with your declarations of half-begging the monster to come fuck you and steal you away like some valuable prize-

Still though. Cameron didn’t seem to have been lying when you’d overheard him and some of the other agents of your work discussing the rumor- Not to mention, you yourself had noticed how… there was always an odd feeling hanging about the air of Gear Station. And especially in the tunnels. You assumed it must’ve been due to the sounds of trains running- Heavy machinery in the distance, always out of sight, your mind playing tricks on you to ascribe some meaning to the clanking of gears and grinding of chains- Turning them into the heavy footsteps of clawed feet and growls of some feral beast-

But still.

There might’ve been a chance, you know? “I sure hope no beautiful, huge, magnificent monster shows up after alllll this time I’ve spent down here,” You shouted again- “That would REALLY be a shame! Especially if it tried to pry off all these loose fitting clothes I’m wearing and bend me over and fuck me stupid, that would be TERRIBLE-”

So stupid. Cameron would be begging you to stop any second now-

And then you heard it.

A clicking.

Of something tapping against a concrete wall.

Your words faltered as you noticed the sound- Certainly louder than a Galvantula prowling the tunnels, you thought- And suddenly a whirlwind blur of light and feathers descended upon you, pinning you to the ground of the annex tunnel as strange, soft- Claws? Dug into your arms gently. The air was knocked out of you, your eyes tearing up from straining as they tried to adjust to the light- The blurry form of whatever was holding you down slowly coming into focus. And you gasped. “Would that realllllly be such a shame?” Asked the thing in a whining tone- a hollow smile on it’s strange, mask-like face.

You were too enraptured to reply, hardly noticing it’s words- The creature holding you down was no pokemon, nor human- Something strange and foreign yet painfully familiar, though you couldn’t recall ever having seen something like this- This entity before you-

It’s body was humanoid, though it’s chest was covered in soft, silky, white down that shimmered and shined and wavered- Emerging from it’s backside was an indescribable amount of wings, some with long, lacy feathers that drooped and undulated- Moving less like feathers and more like- tendrils of some sea creature. Other wings were more like a bird’s- Or an angel's. Fluttering and folding around the monstrous entity holding you down. It’s legs were equally feathered, ending in strange, shifting claws that hurt to focus on- Your eyes drifted back up, looking into it’s face.

Hollow, black eyes stared back at you from the mask-like covering on it’s face. A strange, ephemeral light shining out of them, darting around at you like irises of eyes- Peculiar, glowing eyes that they would be, if they were. Behind it’s head was a radiant halo, flaring with light and strange symbols arching over it’s silvery… hair. The horns on the side of it’s head looked strange, and familiar in a different way- And the hollow mouth carved into it’s smooth, white face was held open in a perpetual grin. It brought a claw over to your face, gently touching you as you looked up at it dreamily. The light emitting from it’s form was beautiful and wonderful to behold-

And you couldn’t look away.

Your eyes took in the light, far brighter than the darkness of the tunnel- And a feeling overtook you as though the whole of the world were blotted away in darkness, as your vision was more and more consumed by the radiance-

You couldn’t look away.

“…My darling?” “-Pretty darling-” “Lovely-?” “Your eyes are so verrry pretty like this-” "Sparkling with such wonderful light-"

Your attention gradually shifted to the words it was trying to speak to you- The whispering cacophony of voices in your ear was curious, sounding like one single voice speaking over itself, over and over and over- Terribly difficult to focus on, but you could make out shapes of eyes and mouth-things opening and closing around the head of the creature, and- Across it’s body.

But now that you’d taken in it’s appearance, your thoughts were racing.

There really was a monster of Gear Station.

A beautiful creature, white and sparkling and dazzling and more beautiful than anything you’d ever seen- Everything about it soft and silky, strangely dazzling- It’s claws, it’s body, it’s wings, it’s voices- Smooth and soft and- More desirable than anything you’d ever seen or felt before.

And the monster seemed to be responding to your flirtations…? Calling you darling, pretty, lovely-

Oh sweet Sinnoh above, you thought- A monster. A real, living, breathing monster! And it seemed- It seemed to like you-?

You reached your free hand upwards, trying to touch it’s face. And the strange hollow eyes on it’s mask closed blearily as it leaned into your touch, a trickle of a silver fluid drooling out of it’s mouth as a large, silvery tongue flecked out to catch it- Splitting into several tendrils as they retreated into the darkness of it’s smiling maw. Your eyes strained as you looked up at it’s head, your vision blurring against the harsh light-

You were about to speak, and the monster was too-

When suddenly something shadowy emerged behind it, grabbing the creature forcefully and pulling it away with a sharp whine.

“No, no no no! Wait, come back!” You cried, bolting upright- The tunnel was impossibly dark as your eyes tried to readjust to the low, almost non-existent light of the annex hall- “I wasn’t being serious when I said that it’d be a shame, Please, come back!” You cried out into the darkness, reaching for your lamp- Had something taken the monster, or had it pulled itself away for some reason-? Either way, you were upset. It had been beautiful. It had been so gentle, aside from- Well, knocking you over. It's eagerness- Yeah, sure, that's what it was- Was adorable.

“Let me go, let me go- Brother-!” Kudari thrashed against the heavy, thick shadows binding him and blocking out his light- “Darling wanted me- How dare you! I was going to kiss them, touch them-! I want Darling!” Ingo looked up at his younger brother, a sad, pitiful look on his face. How innocent he could be sometimes. “Brother-” He bound his brother as he settled back into a more human form- Still adorned with horns and claws and extraneous limbs and wings, but his body and face were certainly that of Station Master Emmet’s- “Brother, stop thrashing-” “No! Let me go! Darling wanted me-!” “I said stop-” "No! Now let go!" And suddenly, there was a loud click- And the two were illuminated by the brilliant light of a rail lamp. Your rail lamp. Shining down on Subway Boss Ingo restraining the half-shifted form of Subway Boss Emmet, staring up at you in shock with several more eyes on his face than a human should have, wings and feathers retracting and halting.

Emmet’s mouth hung open in terror, ready to begin explaining away what was happening- Ingo looked at you nervously. You weren’t reacting-? When-

Click. You turned the lamp off.

Click. You turned it on again. Click. You turned it off. Again.

Emmet looked up at you. Standing there blankly in the annex tunnel, flicking your lamp on and off. He turned his gaze to his brother, who was staring at you as well- His mouth shut tightly, and his eyes clearly pained. What-

“Darn thing had to go out, of course-” You mumbled to yourself.

And you grabbed at the side of the tunnel with your unlit lamp, trying to feel your way along the side.

Emmet’s voice failed him- And he ceased all his struggles against his brother’s grip, even though Ingo was no longer holding him tightly. Both were staring at you, a terribly sick feeling sinking deep into their hearts. Emmet collapsed to the ground, the permanent smile on his face completely gone; Replaced with a terrible heartache

No. No. No no no no-! Not you, he didn’t-

A small, delicate light appeared in front of you- reflecting back the glassy haze over your eyes that would not- could not- focus on.

No. No. No. No. Not his darling- Not his precious, beloved, little darling-! Not again, not again- “He-Hello?” You nervously asked to the darkness- It was taking very long for your eyes to readjust, wasn’t it? There should’ve been lights in the annex tunnels for you to see anyway… But the sound of something sobbing distracted you.

“M-Mister monster?” You called out into the darkness- Was that what you were hearing-?

With Emmet barely two feet in front of you, a soft light emanating from him- Illuminating you, illuminating the tunnel, and the growing shadows beside him. Not that you could see him-

You’d been blinded. Completely and utterly blinded.

Emmet kicked off of the ground, away from his brother. Levitating. He held his mouth as he choked back sobs, trying not to be heard by you- “I- I’m so sorry-” He stuttered out, the voice of your beloved boss covered by the chorus that answered you instead- Before he turned and fled from your presence. He couldn’t bear it- He’d hurt you, he’d hurt you so horribly-

“Wait, no! Come back!” You cried after the monster- Why was it fleeing- It said it was sorry? For what?

Ingo stood next to you, watching you painfully. He couldn’t blame his brother, nor admonish him for his foolish actions; There was nothing to say, not now that you were like this. Ingo’s shadows licked at the edge of wall he stood next to- as they shifted, the wall beneath it crumbled, ceasing to exist.

You blindly stumbled ahead, trying to feel for anything familiar. Ingo moved away from you apprehensively.

It was terrible to watch you like this, yet he knew he could not leave you be. Emmet would not have left either, but- Ingo understood. He understood it painfully well. They loved the lie of pretending to be mortal. They loved the lie of being your bosses, of being human-

Hurting you was the last thing the demons wanted to do. It was one of the worst things they could think to do. You were lucky, this time, to have avoided the pain, the burning- And the madness. And seeing you like this- Your eyes glassed over, unseeing-

Was a painful, harsh reminder of the truth they so ardently hated. You were a mortal human, flesh and blood and made in the image of the Creator Deity of this realm- As humans were. As all mortal creatures were-

What were they?

Things.

Aberrations, not meant to exist- And yet-

Here they were.

Bound by strange laws, strange knowledge, and stranger powers, antithetical to the nature of creation, yet inseparable from it. They were poison to your being, no matter how much they desired otherwise- Even if you were the panacea to the pain of their empty, empty hearts.

“I am- terribly sorry for having to do this.”

You flinched and shouted at the deep, thunderous voice rumbling directly in front of you. It was not like the delicate voice you heard from the beautiful glowing monster, but equally as beautiful. Could- Could it be, you thought-?

“Who- Are you another monster?” You weakly asked, trembling- The fact you couldn’t see this one made you grow strangely terrified-

“...Yes.”

“A-Alright. What was that you just said a second ago?” You asked, reaching a hand out into the darkness- It was becoming strange. Why couldn’t you see the lights of the annex tunnel at least? Surely they hadn’t gone out when the monster appeared- “I’m sorry if I’m acting kind of strange, I- I uh, can’t see.”

“I know. The other one is sorry. I am too.”

“Wh… What?”

“It is our fault. I tried to pull him away. His light hurt you. We are sorry, little Darling.”

“You mean, I can’t see because of that monster?”

“...Yes.”

It’s words dripped with ache and sadness- The deep voice quivering as it answered softly, and achingly.

You felt a strange, smooth, shifting and liquidous thing- caressing the edge of your face, shaped like a human hand, almost-

“This will not hurt. I am sorry that this happened to you.”

“Wait, wait- What won’t-?”

But without another word, you felt something- squishy, smooth, cold- wrap around your face- Muffling your voice. You felt your eyes forced shut- And a feeling like you were falling, and then-

You opened your eyes to find yourself standing- Or rather, stumbling- In the Gear Station lobby.

“Good GODS ABOVE-”

You heard a familiar voice behind you half scream, and half-squeal. Wheeling around, who else could it have been but-

Depot Agent Cameron, collapsed into a heap on the floor of what he had known to be a completely deserted Gear Station lobby, only to suddenly see you behind him.

“Oh! Uh, Hello- Agent Cameron, Sir.” You cheerily answered, brushing yourself off- Somehow your outfit was back on you- Something the monster had done-?

“How-did-you-get-there-you-fucking-terrified-me-you-got-damn-”

As much as Cameron loved to scare others, he was terrible with frights himself- And it took a fair while to calm him down, especially with your own confusion- What excuse could you cook up for how you snuck up behind him in an entirely empty lobby, after hours at Gear Station?

“Well, you see… I was handling some uhh, extra… paperwork… the uh, Station Masters asked me to deal with- And uh, time just got away from me! I was trying to sneak out quietly, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Having calmed down, Cameron stared at you- Feeling a terrible smirk trying to creep it's way onto his face. While it was extremely tempting to mess with you- The Station Masters would probably be angry, or worse, your excuse probably had something to do with them, didn’t it…?

“And what are you two doing here so late?”

Oh no-

And from behind you, Station Master Ingo walked up rather briskly- His heavy coat swishing behind him, heels clicking against the elegant marble flooring of the station-

Cameron saluted quickly. “Station Master, Sir! I was just- finishing the cleaning that had to be taken care of tonight, and they were just about to head out, Sir!”

You looked up at your boss nervously. You didn’t actually have a reason to be here this late, and Ingo would know that.

“Agent…” He began- That awful growl in his voice, reminding you of that monster- You were in for it now, weren’t you? Prowling around Gear Station was something both Ingo and Emmet despised, no matter who was doing it. They were almost always calm, but- When dealing with hooligans or delinquents or journalists or any other nosy people poking about where they were not wanted- Trying to break into the access vents or tunnels or wandering the Employees-only areas of Gear Station…

They became terrifyingly angry. Dragging people out by the scruff of their necks and chucking them across the Gear Station lobby like dolls, and then banning them from the Unovan Transit Lines entirely… You would shudder at the memories if you thought of them, and you were trying not to. How would Ingo react to you having been wandering around the station so late at night…? You were a Depot Agent, and you were in the lobby… Hopefully they hadn’t noticed anything… Strange…?

The Station Master looked you up and down, before grabbing your cap, adjusting it on your head. “It’s rather late, Agent. Be safe heading home.” He added quickly, turning away. “Continue your work, Agent Cameron- If you’re not done by midnight, you’ll be cleaning the entirety of the lobby during your morning shift, is that understood?”

“A-Absolutely, Boss!” He grabbed at the mop he was holding as your boss walked away- Sighing heavily. You turned your attention back to your unfortunate coworker. What exactly was he cleaning up? Some weird black stain of something. Whatever it was, it looked foul, though it didn’t seem to smell like anything…?

“You weren’t here when it was stinking to high heaven. I’ve been scrubbing for the past hour.” Cameron bemoaned. Judging by the way he was cracking his back, he wasn’t lying, either.

“Where’s everyone else then? Shouldn’t you have someone to help you?”

Cameron propped himself up on the mop, leaning over sheepishly. “I… may or may not be responsible for this uh, mess.”

You blinked in realization. “Oh… Wait, don’t you have a Muk?”

“Skunktank, actually- But yes. Foul stuff.”

“Ah. Well- Would you like some help?” You offered, coming closer-

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” He screamed- Suddenly blocking your approach to the mess on the floor. “Er- You’re done your shift, aren’t you? You should get some rest! Head home! Relax! I’m good. Besides, Jackie will be annoyed if I make you do my work, haha- I’m almost done, anyway!”

Poor Cameron, in actuality, was not dealing with a Skunktank’s mess on the floor, but rather the remains of some lower worm that had crawled through a tear in the tunnels. It was his fault it’d managed to crawl through- And he was quite lucky to have his punishment only be cleaning up the physical remains it had left in the lobby after Lord Nobori had been nice enough to snap his fingers and cause the creature to explode, unfortunately all over the pretty marble flooring of the lobby. He absolutely could not allow you to come in contact with this thing. He was technically not a human- But you were. He did not need you to get any of this foul goop on you and explain to his Oh-so-very noble lords why you would be writhing in agony and turning into soup on the floor. Absolutely not.

Well, you thought- If he was so insistent, then nothing was to be done. You bid him good night, and headed out.

But the moment you stepped out of Gear Station, into the quiet cool of the night-

Why had you been at Gear Station so late? You wondered.

You- You’d been wandering the tunnels, looking for something…

But what?

Whatever it’d been was gone from your mind, and you couldn’t recollect it.

You were still walking back to your apartment- Gently rubbing your head with increasing frequency. Why did you have such an awful headache? It was truly terrible- The street lights above you hummed- The harsh glare that radiated from the overhead lamps certainly didn’t help your headache. You shook your head again, stepping into the dimmed lights of the halls of your apartment complex.

And a masked figure watched you enter- From far away, of course- His clawed hands dug curiously into the side of the stone building he was resting against, hollow eyes watching you enter into your abode.

There was no longer a mouth upon his mask- And a curious fluid- dark yet light yet red yet silver- dripped from the blackened eye-holes through which no eyes could be seen.

Nobori fixed you. At least, Nobori fixed you-

He tried to sooth himself- You were safe. You were safe. Healed.

From the injuries he gave you.

The thing moved silently across the street, drifting from light to light- It’s body hidden under shifting silken silver robes, and it’s light obscured by a curious hat- Following you. The door to your apartment complex swung open, and you hurried in- The air felt particularly strange tonight, though perhaps it was merely the lateness of the hour. The time of ghost pokemon, the time of hauntings- You caught yourself turning your head behind you more than once.

Nothing was there- So it seemed.

It was strange, certainly. The sense you had. Perhaps some ghost pokemon lurking around? Perhaps. And you shuffled into your apartment- Flicking on the lamps that seemed to be… brighter, somehow- Perhaps your headache-?

A quick shower had you feeling far too exhausted to stay up much later, and you made your way to your bed, cuddling into the soft comforting plushness of your pillow. Perhaps it was how exhausted you were- But it felt nicer than normal- Listening to the gentle sounds of the Nimbasan streets and the soft, almost musical hum of your apartment’s A/C-

And before you knew it, you were asleep.

The thing sat above you, looking down as you rested against it’s tail. The adorable way your hands gripped it, snuggling your face into it’s fur- What could be called an arm reached out from the ephemeral edges of the creature, gently trailing against your shoulders and neck. Kudari brushed your hair back, humming to himself gently. Partly to soothe you into sleeping, and partly to soothe his own, new-found nerves.

You were alright, weren’t you? You didn’t recall anything. If anything at all, it would be a bad dream.

“Dearest love,” He murmured. His voices whispered and stuttered, falling short- Speaking words and uttering sounds meaningless to you- Continuing to caress you gently. The feathers trailed against your skin, clinging to you as sunk into the fluff covering his body.

You were so very precious to them.

“I love you.” It whispered.

“Mm, you too…”

The creature’s feathers stood on end at your quiet mumbling.

“What did you say?”

But you did not respond again, instead only murmuring in your sleep and tossing- You wouldn’t wake up, of course- And you didn’t, though you clutched it’s tail harder with every movement you made, sinking into the fluff-

You really were so very precious to them. And the creature curled itself around you and your bed like some horrifying guardian angel, claws and mouths pecking at you like a fretful mother-pidove, softly singing and softly humming with it’s horrible, otherworldly light- Kudari’s own feathers fluffed up around him, giving him a poofy mane as he settled into the sound of his own voice singing so sweetly for you- The bleary eye holes on it’s face narrowed- blinking, but never closing- Always keeping it’s eyes on you.

Sleep was such a precious, vulnerable thing- Emmet did not understand it in the sense humans engaged in it, but- Curled around you, listening to your gentle breaths- The innocent, adorable way you clung to him in your sleep- There was something about such an act that shook him with a growing, rabid curiosity- An obsession- that could not be satiated.

“I am sorry, little Darling. Sleep well.”

And then-

[Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.]

You awoke with a start, hearing the familiar buzzing of your XTransceiver lying on your bedside table, and the sounds of traffic from the streets below. Sunlight poured into your apartment from a small window, casting rays from the gaps in the shutters on your floor. Just how late had you slept-

And oddly-

What had happened last night? You couldn’t recall. You’d searched for the supposed monster of Gear Station- And-

You’d… just… left, right?

You scratched your head. It felt oddly like more had happened- But you couldn’t recall anything. It felt like- No, it didn’t feel like anything, you argued back at yourself.

Like a dream you couldn’t recall- But knew that you had had.

You quickly got up, showered, and readied for the day. The green uniform of Gear Station suited you well, fitting perfectly and flattering your figure excellently, while being more than comfortable- Shoes went on, a quick, tasty breakfast scarfed down eagerly, and you were out the door as the morning sun continued to rise. Luckily your shift today started later than normal. The only thing you could think to complain about, sometimes, was how early you sometimes got up to work. It could be bothersome, getting ready at 6 in the morning and stumbling up out the door at 7, though Gear Station was open 24/7. The trains ran endlessly, constantly, consistently, and efficiently, and you were certain the Night workers were more tired than you could ever hope to be- And certainly Agent Jackie, or Ramses, or Cloud- It was rare you didn’t see them at Gear Station, even when you worked overtime, or especially the Station Masters themselves-

“Hey! Watch it!”

Your attention was returned to the angry driver honking at you in irritation as you crossed the street rapidly.

“I have the right of way, dumbass.” You muttered under your breath as you sprinted across the road. The driver made a sharp turn, speeding away. Traffic wasn’t usually so heavy in the morning, you thought, scanning the cars rolling down the street-

You squinted as you rounded the corner to Gear Station again. The harsh, intense sunlight, reflecting even brighter off of a brand new street sign put up- “Dearest Darling-” “So very, wonderfully, beautiful.”

You stumbled, suddenly reeling. The sunlight reminding you of the harsh, strange, bizarre-

Light.

The light of the thing-

It’s eerie, mask-like face, the strange halo of light, shifting in and out of your mind like a dream- Like the pavement before you now as your vision went out of focus.

Your mouth went dry as you fell against the side of the building you were next to.

How had you forgotten? How could you have forgotten-? That creature- The gentle way it spoke to you, the feeling of it’s claws along your skin, it’s fluffy, furry, feathery wings…

The strange, eerie grin upon it’s bizarre, hollow-eyed face. The wings wrapping around the edges of it’s grin-

You swallowed hard, heartbeat thudding in your chest. This thing was running around the tunnels of Gear Station-

“Good morning, Miss!”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Agent Jackie calling out to you. He waved, and you returned the gesture as well as you could.

“G-Good morning, Jackie. I-I need to clock in.”

“Of course, of course." He waved, not noticing your frazzled state it seemed- "Once you do, could you please deliver the electrical cabling that was dropped off at the Anville platform to platform C? Ramses will be there, you’ll be working with him and Joshua on replacing some wiring that’s worn away. Joltiks love chewing on them a little too much it seems.” Jackie seemed far too busy to notice, thank goodness, your rather frazzled state.

“Very- Very well, of course.”

Agent Jackie laughed lightly at his own remark, waving as you walked off- Your hand shaking nervously as you ran your card through the scanner and rushed over to the Anville platform, running into several passengers- More than once out of the corner of your eye, you saw things in the lights- Eyes or shadows or things reaching out at you, you swore-

But nothing was there.

Calm down, you told yourself. Calm down.

The load of wiring was heavy, and huge- Having been dropped off at a loading dock used by the Anville line trains to transport construction goods between the train stations. At the very least, it was already loaded onto the trolley- You just needed to haul it.

The loading dock itself was a much different part of Gear Station. Out of sight of civilian eyes, and along the maintenance tunnels.

It was strangely terrifying, now. You knew now, that the rumor of a monster in Gear Station were no longer a mere rumor.

It was true.

“Pretty Darling.”

You blushed as you recollected it’s words. The sweet, sonorous voice it possessed- Calling you darling. And- Had it heard all of what you’d said? It certainly seemed like it. The memories were still foggy as you pushed the cart into the maintenance tunnels- Heading straight for Platform C.

“Mister… Mister Monster?” You called out into the dark, rather nervously.

Why had you lost your memories anyway, you wondered? Was it- Was it the monster? Something told you that yes, yes it was- But the white thing had left-

And shadows had taken it away.

You pushed the cart, a headache beginning to form as you recalled even more. The thing in the shadows- Teleporting you out of the tunnels-

And it took your memories.

It was sorry it had done so.

The wiring was heavy, and huge- Having been dropped off at a loading dock used by the Anville line trains to transport construction goods between the train stations. At the very least, it was already loaded onto the trolley- You just needed to haul it.

The loading dock itself was a much different part of Gear Station. Out of sight of civilian eyes, and along the maintenance tunnels-

It was strangely terrifying, now. The mere rumors of a monster in Gear Station were no longer rumors.

It was true.

“Pretty Darling.”

“Mister… Mister Monster?” You called out into the dark, rather nervously.

Why had you lost your memories anyway, you wondered? Was it- Was it the monster? Something told you that yes, yes it was- But the white thing had left-

And shadows had taken it away.

You pushed the cart, a headache beginning to form as you recalled even more. The thing in the shadows- Teleporting you out of the tunnels-

And it took your memories.

It was sorry it had done so.

The loading dock itself was a much different part of Gear Station. Out of sight of civilian eyes, and along the maintenance tunnels-

It was strangely terrifying, now. The mere rumors of a monster in Gear Station were no longer rumors.

It was true.

“Pretty Darling.”

“Mister… Mister Monster?” You called out into the dark, rather nervously.

Why had you lost your memories anyway, you wondered? Was it- Was it the monster? Something told you that yes, yes it was- But the white thing had left-

And shadows had taken it away.

You pushed the cart, a headache beginning to form as you recalled even more. The thing in the shadows- Teleporting you out of the tunnels-

And it took your memories.

It was sorry it had done so.

You pushed onward, slowing down a little.

Two monsters. Two monsters within the tunnels of the station- And for what purpose? They didn’t seem to be… bad, so to speak, but-

Surely the Station Masters wouldn’t be happy about this. Teleporting monsters that could take away people’s memories- That sounded like a safety hazard for certain.

But you also weren’t supposed to have been in the tunnels that late at night. You’d gone in at Cameron’s dare, essentially- Very immature of you, yes, but-

“My pretty, lovely, darling.”

Again it’s voice echoed in your head, making your ears ring and your heart thud. And you could’ve hugged Cameron for urging you to "test" your courage.

That beautiful, beautiful, creature.

It was so, incredibly beautiful-

Painfully so.

“Mister- Mister Monster!” You called out again, louder-

No response. Perhaps it only came out at night, you wondered? And the other one-

The one with the deep, dark voice-

Perhaps it as well, you wondered. You pushed the cart onward.

“Ah, there you are!”

You approached the landing dock for platform C, greeted by Agent Joshua as he ran over to assist. You hadn’t realized how heavy the cart had been until he pushed it away with ease, and you stretched your arms- Causing your shoulders to pop.

“Thanks for bringing this down, Miss. Sorry no one was available to help with this,” He heaved as he moved to pull the cart into position alongside the electrical paneling- “But there was a damaged rail down one of the Castelia lines and most everyone’s dealing with that, and then there’s been an issue with several of the engine carts and they’ve been dragged out to Anville…”

Joshua rambled on, and you nodded, not paying much attention- The lamp light of Ramses’ lamp reminding you of the night prior, and the dim light of the tunnel in the corner of your eyes moving around and making you almost jump with a strange mix of fear and hope every time you tried to focus on it-

“I-Is everything alright, Miss-?” Joshua asked, after watching your head snap several times into the darkness- Unusual for you, he noted. You kept your attention towards wherever there was movement, people, normally, right? Like most humans-

“Everything is fine, I just- I keep thinking I see things in the dark, is all.”

“Oh, there’s nothing there. ‘Cept maybe some little pokemon, but they won’t bother us. And even if they do, me and Magnezone will take care of ‘em, of course!”

Joshua patted his pokeballs at his side confidently. You smiled at his reassurance- But perhaps…

You wondered.

“…But what about mons-” You began- Only for Ramses to interrupt you with a loud pop sound and a flash of light.

“Fucking hell-” Ramses swore, as a spark flew out of a wire he was clutching-

“Are you alright, Sir?” Joshua asked, bending down to his senior officer. “I’m fine, I’m fine," He retorted. "Hand me a C-type wire, please- Actually, you can do the soldering this time-” Ramses ordered, gesturing towards you.

“Me? Of course, Sir. Here-” You moved to the pile of cables and pulled down one of the smallest- Meant for one of the more delicate controller boards- And you leaned down, hair tied neatly back, with heavy gloves on as Ramses directed you. Soldering was a task for the delicate wire work only- The larger cables would simply be replaced in their entirety, and the chewed through cable would be recycled.

And after an hour or two, it was done. The panel was sealed up again, a switch was thrown, and a distant thunk of whirring power was suddenly heard as lights, fans, and display boards for the Anville line came to life.

“Well, that’s dealt with- Here, I wrote this up for you, since the bosses’ll want a record of this for later.” Joshua gestured to a clipboard holding the details of the completed work order. “Thanks,” you replied, taking the board. “You can bring that to the archive actually, I think.”

“The archive?” You asked, quizzically. Archive?

“Oh, where we store… basically anything and everything relating to Gear Station, to be completely honest. Work order records go there, along with schematics, blueprints, news, employee records, pokemon records, all sorts of things.” Joshua answered. "You'll find it easily!"

“No," Ramses interjected gruffly, turning his attention back to you. "You’ll be bringing it to the bosses. I don’t even know if your keycard’ll let you in to the Archive, and uh, the Archivist is not nice about lettin’ just anyone dressed in a uniform in,” Ramses grunted as he grabbed the trolley, handing you a pile of papers. “Bring those up to the bosses as well. Joshua, get to your station on the Singles Train. It’s departing in… 13 minutes. Go. You. Go collect any other work orders and either finish ‘em up or drop ‘em off at the Bosses’ station.”

“Will do, Sir!” And you marched off with the papers in tow- There was a central station where the agents accumulated such orders, and it was the work of junior agents like yourself to make sure they were correct and fully filled out before they ended up on the Bosses’ desks to either approve them to be carried out or to file them away in the Archive- Apparently.

Finally armed with a formidable, tightly bound stack of papers, you made your way towards the office of your bosses- Down the hall that seemed to stretch on forever, around several twists and turns-

Always it grew strangely silent, you noticed. The space around their office was quiet and curious- A sort of empty, almost liminal feeling around this section of Gear Station. Nothing but the quiet hum of the electric lights, in a space with no windows- It felt like another turn and you’d be standing in another world, or as though time was all messed up- Not stopped, but like one could round the corner at morning and find themselves peering into the night sky two seconds later. A heavy scent of something soothing yet spicy filled the air, like scented candles- Or fine incense- twisting around the warren of halls and doors like a great labyrinth. But you’d walked this path so frequently you knew perfectly well where to go. Sometimes there were other doors- Though you’d never had reason to go in them. Some were locked, some lead to meeting rooms- Clean, empty spaces that looked like the most picture perfect business spaces you’d ever seen. The sort of sterile look that spaces in stock imagery had, you thought. A dull, boring cleanliness- That looked more for show then anything else. But then again, you mused- The Station Masters probably just didn’t make much use of them.

“Station Masters? Sir?” You asked, approaching and gently tapping at the door to the shared office of the Subway Bosses. Silence followed, as you listened intently for a sound from the other side. “Come in,” was the muffled reply- But the deepness in the voice, and the loud, clear tone made it clear who it was.

“Hello, Ingo Sir.” You greeted as you walked in. You smiled politely at your boss, who leaned back stood up to take the papers from you. “Hello, Miss. Thank you for bringing these in. I trust they’re all in order?” You nodded. “Of course.”

“Bravo. Thank you.” His eyes scanned the top document, and he nodded approvingly, though his face, to any outsider, would have looked decidedly discontent with whatever he was scrutinizing. “I trust you rested well?” He asked, setting aside the stack as he leafed through it.

“I’m sorry?” You asked.

“You left Gear Station awfully late last night- I was merely asking, did you get enough rest last night?”

“Oh! Of course, I’m doing great, Sir.” You smiled sheepishly. Ingo could be so thoughtful, it was one of the things about your boss that made him so cute.

But what was cuter was that monster-

You swallowed hard, thinking back to it- A little guiltily now. Your bosses were handsome- And human, which probably made them at least better targets for your crushes as opposed to whatever hulking monstrosity was skulking around the Nimbasa Subway-

Or maybe- Maybe the bosses would know something about it-?

“Well, if you would like, I do have coffee here, if you would like some.” Ingo offered. “I heard you were working with Ramses and… Joshua, on fixing the paneling at the Undella... C station? It’s almost lunchtime as well. You can take a little longer of a break.”

“Thank you, Sir- I’d love some.” You agreed. Perhaps, it would be an opportunity to ask-

Ingo almost looked surprise. It was unusual for you to accept his perpetual offers to try to keep you in his presence even a second longer- And he hastily turned his back, grabbing one of the mugs from the small, almost unnoticeable kitchenette the twins kept in their office.

“There you are,” He offered a few moments later, handing you the mug. “Thank you, -Ow!”

A small droplet of the coffee splashed onto your hand, steaming and stinging your skin, but not quite burning. “Are you alright?!” Ingo rushed, grabbing at your hand. His eyes were wide with shock. “I- I am so sorry, Dear-”

And the voice of the creature rung in your head. The voice of the one you did not see-

But heard.

But what had it sounded like, exactly-?

You couldn’t remember.

“It-It’s alright, Sir! It’s my fault it splashed, I’ll just let it cool a minute.” You offered, setting it down on his desk as you took the chair opposite him. Your boss eyed your hand with terrible worry as he took his own seat, sighing and sinking into the soft back. “Ah, see? It doesn’t even hurt anymore!” You smiled, looking at your hand. The red spot where the burn was forming had vanished, and there was nothing there now that it had cooled off. A faint smile appeared on the face of Ingo. “That is good. I hope you enjoy it. Please, let it cool a minute.”

“You look like you could use some coffee yourself, Sir.” And you really meant it; Ingo’s eyes had dark shadows under them, and the way his coat scrunched up around him as he sunk into his chair made him look unusually haggard. “You were up just as late as I was, weren’t you?”

“…Yes, I suppose I was. I am holding steady for now, Miss. Though I do… appreciate your concern.” He drawled, tilting his head as he snatched up a piece of paper laying on his desk, setting it aside on another table. “Idiot tabloids,” He muttered. “’Was the reason myself and Emmet had to stay late.”

“Tabloids?” You asked, curious.

“Annoying reporters who want to traipse around the subway tunnels with no regard for safety protocols, and cause me and Emmet a mountain load of paperwork and headaches,” Ingo explained. “Looking for things that don’t exist to fill some useless space in their useless magazine, trying to pry into matters that don’t concern them.”

“-Like the rumored… strange pokemon?” You offered cautiously.

Ingo turned his attention back to you. Sharp, silver eyes glowered out at you from behind the shield of his hat, and you shifted uncomfortably- There was always something about them- The Twins- Maybe it was the fact Ingo was your boss? Maybe it was the fact he was so much bigger than you were- His coat made him seem huge, his hat added several inches onto his already towering height- Maybe it was the stillness and the silence of the room. Maybe it was the fact that looking at him or his brother made your heart flutter-

“What strange pokemon?” He finally asked, his gaze drifting down to another document he’d picked up.

“Er- Oh, I’ve heard a bit of a rumor, you see, Sir, about there being a… strange pokemon- Some people are calling it a monster- That’s…uh, that might be in the tunnels.”

“That’s merely a rumor, of course.”

You persisted. “But- Are you sure, Sir?”

It was a fine line to be toeing. Or, at least, that’s what it felt like. The bosses were so- Always, always so inscrutable. They seemed to genuinely care for their employees- They even seem to genuinely care for me, you thought.

But always there seemed to be a wall. You poked and prodded it on occasion- But never did it seem to go anywhere. Always they backed off, or you did- A feeling like some great secret, a veil between you and all the others, that you just couldn’t get through- But you could see hints and movements of things you wanted to know about, but-

The veil, as thin as it was, was still a wall.

Between you and Gear Station. Between you and the two men who had taken your heart so easily, with their charming mannerisms and dispositions, sweeping you off your feet the way they swept through the teams of opposing challengers-

Your face fell. They would never, probably, never- Ever, return your silly interests. What would Ingo say, you wondered for a moment, if he knew what you were thinking? It made your stomach churn with a pain far worse than any coffee burn could ever compare to- It was wholly inappropriate to be thinking of your bosses in such a manner- And both of them, at that. Right?

“…Have you had any experiences with this so-called strange pokemon?”

You looked up. Ingo had set aside the next paper he’d been studying, and he was sitting up straight. The shadows under his eyes were gone, but he looked on as dully as his intense eyes would let him. His frown tightened.

“N-No,” You began, hesitating again. “I’ve only heard rumors- I heard someone talking about it, and I was just… concerned a little bit.” You tugged at the brim of your hat, adjusting it and brushing past the feather-

Your hat.

You pulled it off your head suddenly, looking at it intently.

The feather.

“…That’s it.” You mumbled.

“What is it?” You looked back to your boss, who was looking at you from under the brim of his hat, cautiously curious.

“Do you think- Do you think, Sir, this feather- Might be from the strange pokemon?”

Ingo eyed it, gingerly taking your cap from you. From a strange pokemon, indeed.

“…That could very well be a possibility,” Ingo agreed. “But- This talk, if there is a strange pokemon or anything wandering the tunnels- Do not go looking for it.”

“Is there any reason not to?”

Ingo nodded, standing up and walking over to your side. He gently brushed your cap, straightening it and smoothing the top. “Of course. We do not know how powerful this strange pokemon might be, or what it can do. It would be better to exercise caution in that case, Miss.”

“…Of course, Sir.” Your stomach growled, reminding you of the hour. “I think I’ll be taking my lunch break now, so I’ll see you later?” You smiled, gently taking your cap back- You adjusted it on your brow, saluting as you stepped towards the door. “See you!” And you waved, ignoring the stuttered remark of your boss-

“…I was going to offer to accompany you…” Ingo muttered, before settling back into his desk chair- But that was unimportant.

What was important was what you’d just said.

You remembered? Even if it was faintly, you were recalling bits and pieces even after he, Nobori, had taken away your memories?

You really were their soulmate. Ingo’s breathing ceased, and his shadows gathered around his feet. It was going to be problematic, at the very least- What if you recalled anything else? He’d been avoiding influencing you- But what if you recalled what had happened when you allowed them into this realm-

That would be dangerous. What if you recalled anything about last night, about previous events-? He would need to watch you closely- Extra closely.

Bzzt.

His wrist watch- The cross-whatever it was called? Tranceiver. The watch phone thing. Buzzed. Agent Jackie.

[Has anyone seen Master Emmet?]

Buzz. Another reply. Agent Sam.

[He will be disembarking from the Doubles Train within the next ten minutes, when the Entralink roundabout returns to Nimbasa.]

[Understood. Good to hear.]

Ingo sighed. The moment “work” had started for the day, Emmet threw himself onto the Doubles Train- This would be the ninth trip he’d made today? He was running rather recklessly, Ingo worried. His dear younger brother. It had hurt him so to have brought you pain- It hurt Ingo too. And to cause it again? The older brother sunk into the darkness of his chair, drumming his fingers against the arm and over the desk.

Would it be so bad to make you forget again?

#Eldritch AU #Demon AU #Eldritch Submas #Emmet X Reader #Emmet / Reader #Ingo / Reader #Ingo X Reader #Applesauce Anon #Seth.anon #Seth.asks #I am posting look ma I'm posting #monster au #monster submas

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petalouda85 · 4 months

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Braids

Fandom: Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairing: Tyril x f!human!MC (Kassandra)

Word count: 2.6k

Concept: the Tyril reunion of Blades 2, as I imagined it pre-chapter 2.

Tags: @choicesficwriterscreations, @liviusofpella, @megas-choices, @starlight-starfury

AO3 link: X

A/N: It’s been three years since I’ve written a fanfic and the first time writing these character so please be nice. Also, did quite a bit of research into box braids but I’m certain that I still got some details wrong. Apologies in advance. Also, so glad I got this finished before the Book 2 Finale 😅

It was earlier in the afternoon when Kassandra sat before the vanity in her room in Whitetower, everything she would need to braid her hair prepared and ready before her. She had washed her hair the day before and had allowed it to air dry in temporary chunkier plaits. Now that they were taken out, she was ready to begin the long process of braiding it all.

It had been a week since her escape from the Shadow Realm. Kassandra had been keen to start the mission, not wishing to waste her time while the Ash Empire threatened her home and her family. Every second that ticked by, their foes grew more prepared. Every day that passed, another hour of sleep was lost, her mind in turmoil and desperately fighting back horrendous images and memories. She wished to run out of the city walls, return to the road, and walk towards a solution. But regathering the group had hit a snag.

After the Royal Archives had run out of leads on how to find her, the group had split up, hoping that they could find something to rescue her in the other corners of Morella. Mal and Nia had remained in and around Whitetower, Nia researching in the Temple while Mal snuck around old tombs and temples. Imtura had returned to the Wraith, searching around the Cartesian Sea for any possible lead; it was by sheer chance that she had been sailing in the waters north of the Whitetower and was heading back to the city when Kassandra returned. Threep and Loola had not strayed far, having cozied up to Kade in the Archives, snacks never far from sight.

Only one member was missing.

A dove had been sent to Undermount with news of her return but the others had been uncertain if Tyril was even in the city; he had announced the intent to go there when the group had parted ways but some time had passed since then.

While they waited, desperate to keep herself busy and ignore the knots of sadness in her chest and the turmoil in her mind, she had spent some time taking out her braids. Her time in the Shadow Realm had ruined them and, considering the length of time she had been gone, they were long overdue a redo. All things considered, her hair was in a remarkably good state. A few days loose with the necessary care and her hair was ready to be braided once more.

She began by parting her hair into various smaller sections, pinning away most sections for later; she had always found it overwhelming doing everything all at once, even when Kade aided her in her quest. Last thing she wished now was to be overwhelmed by braiding; it felt at times that anything could set off the maelstrom of emotions hidden behind her smile and determination.

She began braiding the first section she had parted. She braided until about the halfway point before she moved to another section, braiding it too to about half the length of her hair. She repeated this for all the front sections, bringing the half finished braids forward over her shoulder in preparation for later steps. Once all sections were braided and brought forward, she let out a long sigh, already exhausted by the lengthy process. Still, she still had some ways to go. Before continuing, she peaked at her room in the reflection of the mirror, giving the space a brief glance over.

Everything in the room has been as she left it. Her first full day back, she had gone through all her belongings, yet another distraction from her mind. She had yanked out all the borrowed clothes out of the closet and organized and folded and hung them up again, despite them already being neat and tidy. She had read and reread all the lore tablets, searching between the lines for new details she knew weren’t there. She had searched and organized the few belongings she had and during that, she had found an item missing.

Her trusted bow.

She remembered that she had left it in its usual spot by her night stand. Of course, the one day she decided that the dangers had passed was the day she had needed it. A search of the royal armory yielded nothing nor did the exploration of the royal relics on display in the grand halls of the palace. In fact, no one had seen her bow since the group had gone their own ways. Her disappointment had been hard to hide. She was skilled in other forms of combat and the alchemy set she had acquired in the Shadow Realm was quite handy but her bow was special to her and now it was gone.

Just another thing she had lost.

Her belongings sorted and with little else to do while they waited, Kassandra had set to the long task of redoing her hair. Kade had offered to help her, spending some time with her undoing the many long braids she had and putting in the now-much-easier-to-acquire products in preparation for the new braids. He had chatted away endlessly about his work, the new books he’d read and sharing previous tales like he had done in Riverbend. She had listened intently, grateful for the distractions but soon, in typical Kade fashion, the topic began to drift away from the frivolous, joyous tales. Gently, he began to pry into her ordeal in the Shadow Realm, asking if she was alright and if she needed to talk; no doubt he had spotted the bag under her eyes in the days since her return.

Somehow she had avoided talking about any of it. Part of her wanted to talk about it, let it all out and be weak and vulnerable for just a moment, just be Kassandra and not the Saviour of Morella, the fearless leader of the group. But she couldn’t. Now wasn’t the right time.

It never was.

With a sigh, Kassandra turned her attention back to her braids, eyeing the back portions of her hair. Parting and braiding the back was always difficult to do; maybe she shouldn’t have declined Kade’s help. She resorted to fiddling around with an extra mirror available in the room, eventually finding a set-up that allowed her to see the back. As she began to part the hair, a thought rushed through her mind, it leaving a feeling of sadness.

She had promised Tyril that she would teach him how to care for and braid her hair once everything had calmed down. She couldn’t help but imagine the scenario, a tear welling in her eye. The two of them in Whitetower’s garden, sitting by the fountain, her showing him how to make a braid, braiding it halfway down before offering it to him. He’d probably fumble, mutter about how in Undermount it would be done using magic and being gobsmacked by the notion that she had to do it all by hand. He’d be further shocked by the fact that, when she lived in Riverbend, braiding her hair was an affair lasting several days, work and other duties preventing her from completing the artwork in a single sitting.

Not today. She was determined to finish it in a single sitting, aching arms and sleepy eyes be damned.

She repeated the process from before: parting the hair, pinning away the sections for later, braiding the sections one by one, and throwing the half finished braids to the front for later completion.

Once all sections were partially braided, she began finishing the braids, detangling the strands as she went; certainly not the fastest method of braiding but Kassandra found that she cared little for it at the moment. In silence, she worked through the braids one by one, painstakingly tying each braid off with thin threads of black ribbon, placing the few decorative beads she owned on some of the braids.

By the time she reached the final braid, the sun had already set.

There was a knock at the door. Kassandra sighed. It was probably Kade, coming once again with chamomile tea to aid in her futile quest for a restful night.

“Come in.” She said, hoping she was loud enough to be heard. She didn’t look up as she heard the door open, keeping her focus on her last braid in an attempt to avoid yet another conversation of concern and deflection. Silence continued throughout the chamber as she finished and secured her braid. She anticipated to hear the sound of a cup being placed down, the door shutting, and being left to another lonely night of nightmares. A fragment of a scent graced her nose but it wasn’t the tea she anticipated. Floral but not chamomile.

“Moonflowers?” Kassandra thought, her breath catching. Moonflowers weren’t common in Whitetower but they were somewhere else.

Undermount.

She glanced up in the mirror, finding a figure standing in the doorframe. Tall, elven, blue-skinned, and long, dark hair.

“Tyril.” She mumbled, jumping to her feet and turning to face him, praying she wouldn’t wake from some cruel nightmare. Her breath caught once more when she found him still standing in the doorframe, eyes trained on her, a cacophony of emotions flashing across his face. Disbelief, desperation, confusion, desire, love.

Time seemed to pause between them, both of them stuck in place.

Tears beginning to fall, Kassandra snapped out of her statue-like stance and ran to him, the elf meeting her halfway. They crashed into a hug, Kassandra gripping tightly onto him, feeling him do the same. A comfortable silence fell between them and a smile played on her lips as she took in his warmth, feeling safe for the first time in a week.

“How?” She heard him whisper into her hair. “When?” Kassandra shook her head, holding her grip tight.

“Don’t say anything.” She responded softly. “Just stay like this for a moment.” The tears continued as she held onto him, cursing her captors in her mind; how dare they take her from her family, from this. They stood in each other’s arms in silence, savoring each second. Reluctantly, they pulled out of the hug, though they remained close.

He cupped her face in his hands, looking at her as if she were the stars themselves. With a brief flash of hesitance, he leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss, it slow and gentle, as if he was trying to savor every moment of it. It was different yet somehow the same, as if no time had passed between them. He deepened the kiss, clinging onto her as if he was scared that she’d disappear once more. Soon, he pulled away, the two of them breathless. Kassandra looked into his eyes, finding tears welling in them.

“What happened to you?” She shook her head.

“I’ll explain everything tomorrow. Let’s just enjoy this moment while we can.” He nodded, leaning forward to give her a kiss on her forehead. He cupped her cheek and frowned in concern.

“When was the last time you had a good night’s rest?” He asked, running his thumb her baggy eyes and wiping away her tears.

“I could ask you the same.” She reached up to cup his cheek, frowning at his baggy eyes. He bowed his head down as if in shame. “Tyril,” she began softly, only to be stunned to silence when she spotted a familiar weapon strapped to his back, “is that…?” She asked softly. Immediately, he pulled the ornate bow free and held it out for her to see. Kassandra reached forward but dared not to touch it, the tears reappearing.

“Your bow.” He responded. “I… took it before I returned to Undermount. I know I shouldn’t have but, I wanted something of you with me. To remind me to keep fighting and to keep going.” His face fell. “It has been… difficult this last year.” He added before holding out the bow to her. Kassandra hesitated for a moment before gently taking the bow into her hands. She stared at it for a moment before hugging it to her chest. She felt Tyril’s hand on her shoulder and she gave a faint smile.

“Thank you.” She whispered. She turned around and walked to the nightstand, placing the weapon against it, right where it belonged.

A bell tower tolled the hour outside the open window, snapping the two back to attention.

“It’s late.”

“So it would seem.”

“Maybe we should…” Kassandra looked at the elf, his expression seemingly calm and collected but she could see the faintest trace of doubt in his eyes.

“I can leave, if you’re-“

“No.” Kassandra quickly replied. “Stay. Please.” After a moment, Tyril began to remove his weapons, placing them down by the nightstand on his side of the bed. Kassandra turned around as she took off the outer layers of her clothing, letting the fabric fall to the ground in a heap. When she glanced her over shoulder, Tyril had already taken off his armor and stood in the shirt he wore underneath it.

The mattress dipped under their weight as they lay down on their side, facing each other. They stared at each other, Kassandra taking in every inch of his perfect features; how she had missed that face.

He gave a quick smile and reached forward, placing a reverent kiss on her forehead, then her cheek and then her lips. Once he pulled away, he smiled softly at her, Kassandra returning the gesture. Grabbing hold of her hand, he lay back down. Her smile morphed to a curious frown when she spotted an unfamiliar necklace around his neck.

Compared to the detailed elven armor he wore and the general extravagance of the elves, it was very plain. Simply a black string with a small silver bead. She reached forward and gently brushed her fingers over it.

“What’s this?” She asked softly. Tyril reached up and began to fiddle with the bead.

“Something I wanted to give to you. Before…” He trailed off, a sadness taking over his expression. He sat up in the bed and took off the necklace, sliding the small bead off the string into the palm of his hand. “It’s a bead for your braids. I commissioned a silversmith to make this for you after the Masquerade. To thank you. For everything.” He held his hand to her. She reached for the bead but lingered her hand in his, taking in the warmth and the comforting smoothness of his skin. She smirked at the light blush that appeared on his cheeks. She held the bead up to admire it, quickly spying an image carved into the silver, a familiar sigil.

“The Starfury sigil.” Kassandra said to which Tyril nodded. He hesitated for a moment before reaching forward and taking one of her braids with a fond smile.

“It’s a pity that I didn’t arrive sooner. Maybe you could’ve worn it already.” He said, a hint of remorse in his tone. Gently, Kassandra took the braid from him and untied the string holding it in place. She undid a small section of it before sliding the bead onto one of the strands. With practiced ease, she redid the braid and tied it off.

“There. Right where it belongs.” She announced proudly, admiring the braid. She ran her fingers over the bead. “Thank you; I will treasure this. Always.” He smiles fondly and the two lay back down once more, the comfortable silence falling between them once more. Eventually, she shuffled closer to him, still grasping his hand tightly. Soon, she found her eyes getting heavy, her mind slowly drifting towards sleep though she didn’t fear it as she had the previous days. The fleeting thought made her smile.

It was always easy to rest in his arms.

#tyril x mc #tyril starfury #blades of light and shadow #bolas 2 #playchoices #my writing #petal writes #Tyril x Kassandra

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whumpqin · 1 year

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Desperation

HELLO IT'S BEEN OVER 2 YEARS SINCE THE LAST ACTUAL CHAPTER! I hope you have all been doing great! <3 This chapter is a bit out of chronological order (and based on a prompt) but the more I wrote it the more I realized that it had some important plot details so here we are lmao

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Characters: Elisha (Caleb) (POV), Aridai

TW: Sadistic/Creepy/Intimate whumper, nonhuman whumpee, pet whump, conditioning, brainwashing, blood, hallucinations, begging, pressing on wounds, brief noncon reference, reference to eye removal, reference to broken bones / broken bones, reference to torture / whipping / beatings, broken whumpee, fucked up thinking in general, kneeling on concrete, knives (there might be more that I forgot, just let me know)

Word Count: 1,974

Based partly on this prompt also:

He barely moved when the basement door slammed open, or when calm footsteps descended the stairs. He kept his eye firmly fixed to the basement wall, back turned to the exit, to the escape that he wasn’t allowed to have, and stared at the blood on the wall, dried up and stained from multitudes of sprays.

“Good morning, Elisha,” That saccharine voice said. Full of cheer and a good night’s rest.

All of the aches on his body stung anew as if salt had been pressed onto them. Bitter and merciless, and all Elisha could do was count a simple mantra of one, two, three, four, five, counting his slow breaths while he tried to remind himself that he could still breathe. His arms and legs were unable to move, they were traitors, and refused to listen to him. One too many shocks and they’d gone as limp as if he’d fallen asleep. But sleep was the one gift they refused to give him. He hadn’t earned permission.

“Are we not going to answer today?” Elisha’s Master hummed. Footsteps drew closer. Something cool prodded against his shoulder, digging hard into the deep whip marks against his back, forcing a weak keen from deep within him. “There you are. What’s the matter, pet? Don’t feel like answering to the name you think you have?”

That cool metal dug into his back, pulling at the dried blood on it and ripping open the wounds. Elisha couldn’t help but to jerk, mouth parting in a weak cry as short gasps of pain stretched his bruised and broken ribs. Despite so desperately not wanting to, pitiful sobs welled up in his throat and they had the gall to spill out at his Master’s command.

Please don’t cry, Elisha thought to himself, trying to will the tears to dry and his horrible sounds to shut up. Just let them get bored. Let them walk away.

He tried his best to curl inwards. Legs and tail coiling in on his sensitive torso, hands sliding across stone to cover his head. All Elisha could do was twitch as something prodded him, unable to even lift his head.

“Get up,” Aridai commanded coldly.

Just leave me alone, he couldn’t help to think, unable to will the words out. They’d probably come out chopped up anyways. He’d probably get hurt for that, too.

Another prod, this time further down his side. It forced a gasp from him while fresh tears slid down his face. A hair’s breadth to the side and it would have jostled one of the ribs they broke a few days ago, when Jeremiah slammed his boots into his side for trying to get up when he wasn’t told. Elisha couldn’t imagine what Aridai would do to him if he couldn’t.

Long, red hair brushed against his shoulder as his Master leaned down, lips just barely touching the shell of his ear. “You get the fuck up, Elisha, or I’ll give you a damn good reason why you can’t. I’m not in the mood for games today.”

It was no different than any threat they’d said before. But even a reminder not to fuck up still had his mind racing for what they could possibly do to him like this. Were they going to kill him? Would it be slow? Please, god, don’t let it be slow. Elisha had a hard time wondering what would be worse. He never wanted to die slowly, like a withering plant left too long without water. He was sensitive and it would be so pitiful that even angels might not bear to look at him.

Elisha forced his eyes shut to try and gather the bits of his mind still present. He couldn’t let that happen. He had to be strong enough to get the fuck up just like Aridai had told him to. He was a good boy, and he could be so, so good for them. Maybe he’d even get a treat of water or food scraps.

As fingers began to dance against his bare thigh, walking themselves teasingly down his leg while metal rang against the floor of the basement, Elisha slid his hand over to his head. He curled in his fingers a bit while he forced his leg to rotate to allow his pads to touch the cold stone he lay upon. Claws from his hand and foot dug small, indiscernible grooves into the floor as he pushed, willing all of his might into raising up to his knees. Elisha wasn’t sure if he could stand, and he hoped his knees would be good enough.

“There we are. There’s my good boy,” he heard the low rumble of his Sir in his ear, the touch of Jeremiah’s gentle hands across his shoulders that didn’t hurt.

Once he was up to his hands and knees Elisha looked up to see only Aridai. Only his Master. They watched him with that cold expression, and narrowed their eyes when he paused.

“Keep going, devil,” they hissed. Elisha cringed at their sharp tone.

He did his best to distribute his weight so the stone did not hurt his knees so much, but all he could feel was pain. Hot and angry pain that gripped him tight like barbed wire. Elisha could taste dirt in his mouth, wet with iron and tears. And god he ached, his entire side was so numb it hurt, and his back cracked painfully as he finally sat upright like he was supposed to. He looked up to his Master with a terribly sad look, begging without any words on his tongue.

Aridai’s expression did not falter or change. They stared at him, into his eyes, and Elisha couldn’t help but to allow his gaze to drop to the floor out of fear. His eye grazed over white scrawlings, cuts into the basement stone that were barely legible, with splatters of blood filling the grooves that were made. One word for every crack of the whip against his back.

ELI SHA EL IS H AEL ISHA ELISHA E LI S-

He flinched as he almost heard the sound of his own screams and snapped his eye shut. They stayed closed until the metal rod pressed against his chin and lifted his head up, and curiosity drug his tired eyelid back open again.

His Master was watching him with a studied eye. Forcing him to sit still while another ache - the one that spread pain from his knees all the way up and down his legs - was added to the bunch. He shook with an obedient fervor; in an incredible amount of pain but wanting still to be so so so good that his loyalty was never questioned again that he dare not move until he was told.

Eventually they bent down to be eye level with him. “Are you ready to be good for me, Elisha?”

A frown twisted his face. Discomfort brought tears to his eye as he did his best to understand what Aridai meant. Why were they calling him that if they wanted him to forget so badly?

He didn’t want to forget. He wanted to remember who he was forever. It was his birthright to be Elisha and nothing was supposed to take that from him.

But Elisha was dead. His Masters had killed him a long time ago when wire wrapped around his limbs, and they held his head still so they could drive metal through his skull to pry out all the disobedient bits. He had to live with the remains, with the cuts of the eye they carved out, with the sting of broken legs, with a name that only brought him agony every time it was spoken. And now Aridai wouldn’t stop calling him by it.

Fingers wound around his horn to still a woozy swaying he hadn’t realized he was doing. “Well? What’s it gonna be?”

“Pl-ple-ple-please… d-d-don’t, don’t, don’t-”

“Don’t what?” Aridai interrupted. “Spit it out already.”

He swallowed back the whine as their grip tightened. “D-don’t, c-c-c-call mm-me that, that,” he finally got out, in a warbly, cracked voice that he knew Jeremiah would have hated.

They finally blinked with all the urgency of the setting sun. “Call you what? Elisha?” Aridai sneered at him. “Is that what you’re so worked up over? I thought you wanted to be called that.”

“No! No, no no no, mm-Master, please,” he cried, uselessly flailing his hands in an effort to hold his horn, where pain was beginning to blossom. He couldn’t hold himself up anymore - at least that’s what it felt like. But he couldn’t stop his babbling. “Pl-pl-please, please, please, Master, no no, no mm-mm-more, no more, no more.”

“Then what am I supposed to call you, hm?”

“I-I-I wa-wa-want, I want to be, to, to, to be Caleb. Please. Pl-please l-let mm-me, please.” Then in a quieter voice, hidden behind rivulets of tears, “I ca- I can be, be, good.”

“Mm… but how am I supposed to believe you?” Aridai hummed. They released him and rose to their full height, crossing their arms. It took everything he had to stay upright. “You’re a liar, pet. A dirty liar. You’ve been lying to me and Jeremiah for years. How am I supposed to believe that you’re telling the truth now?”

“I-I’ll, I’ll do, do anything, pl-please, Master!” The words slipped out before he stopped them, but he couldn’t have thought of anything else. Instead he painfully lowered himself down into a bow, curling his back in just the right way to make him cry out from the pain. He could feel warm blood running down his side as he pressed his horns into the stone floor. “I’ll, I’ll be, be sss-so so so so g-good, Master. I can, I can, I can, just… nn-no no no mm-mm-more him. Please.”

He heard Aridai hum again in thought but he didn’t dare look up now. He merely closed his eye and awaited his fate, whatever it would be. Though he questioned whether he was desperate enough to do anything, if it got him out of the basement, away from this pain… wouldn’t it be worth it? It wasn’t like he had much dignity anyways. It had all been beaten, broken, or fucked out of him by now.

“I’m still just not sure.” Broken sobs very nearly bubbled out of him, halted as Aridai continued. “But… I have an idea for you to prove yourself. You do this thing for me, and I’ll be merciful. I’ll take you out of here. Take care of these pesky wounds. Does that sound nice?”

“Y-yes, Master. It, it does. I’ll, I’ll be g-good,” he responded immediately.

The sound of a small metal object clattered to the ground.

“Pick that up and get up on your knees.” He looked up to see a knife lying on the ground. Pristine and sharp as always, and he glanced up to his Master. “I want you to carve your name down until I’m satisfied. And not on the stone floor this time. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Their words were like crystal to him. He remembered this game from a long time ago - still stared at the scars on his legs from time to time. Even if it had a different purpose, it was the same. It would hurt, and he would cry and sob and scream. Over and over and over. But this was what Aridai wanted from him so that he could prove himself. A little more pain for them to watch with amusement. He swallowed. I can be good. I can be so good for you, he pleaded in his mind to them.

I’ll be good. I’ll be good. I’ll be good.

Caleb forced himself up to his knees, and picked up the knife as he was told.

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robinsarm · 2 years

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Headcanons I find cute

1) I’m still not 100 on if Elodie and Felix were good friends before they arrived in the Entity’s realm, but they sure as hell are now. Shared childhood trauma has those two going to each other for a lot while stuck in the never ending loop of dying. I feel both of them are fluent in the others native tongue; so, Felix can easily speak French and Elodie German. To mess with most everyone else, I could see both of them holding conversations but in their own languages. It’d look like Elodie is speaking French while Felix is responding in German, but both are laughing or ranting like nothing’s wrong. Spectators of those conversations quickly realize what’s going on but still can’t help thinking it’s a bit odd to hear, and also what they could be talking about.

2) I like the mental image of a survivor coming back to camp yelling “David” and both King and Tapp look their way. (To ease the confusion, eventually both survivors just end up going by their last names)

3) Of course each survivor holds a bias towards their own perks. David, of course, never goes into a trial without Dead Hard, Bill’s the same with Borrowed Time, Laurie and her Decisive Strike. All of them are good perks but it’s almost expected to switch up loadouts to keep the killers on edge. However, Felix does not take off Built to Last. Ever. One bad game against a Bubba with Franklin’s Demise drilled the mindset into the German. Because Bubba smacked the flashlight out of Felix’s hand, he couldn’t go for saves ending in a four man loss. Never wanting that to happen again, Felix always has Built to Last equipped. If he’s not using an item of much importance, he’ll grab other survivors’ items and refill the charges for them. Nea and Feng are somewhat keen on finding Felix when their flashlights are out of juice.

4) Jill and Leon fight at lengths about who’s worse: Nemesis or Mr. X. (The argument is still on going)

5) If any of the members of The Legion were going to recognize Jeff, it’d be Susie. There’s a time difference between the two parties being kidnapped by the Entity. The members of the Legion were picked up when they were still teenagers, but Jeff got to live a bit of his life before going back to Ormond and getting snatched. Jeff aged by an indeterminable amount of years, so he doesn’t look the same as his teenage self when he did that mural at the Ormond resort. Frank, Julie, and Joey probably just don’t care to remember some kid they commissioned in the past, but Susie thinks she knows him from somewhere - that she’s seen him before. It’s only in a match on Ormond with Jeff being the only survivor left, that she asks him, “How do I know you? Answer me and you can take the hatch.” Jeff, of course, knows each of these kids but has never said anything (to him, it’s kind of weird having lived 15+ years and seeing faces from your childhood that haven’t aged a day). He answers with, “You guys gave me a 12 pack for tagging that mural for you,” pointing to the lodge behind him. Susie’s a mix of excited and shocked; Jeff has grown up, a lot. Before letting him go, Susie says, “If it weren’t this place, I’d say it’s nice to see you again.” Jeff nods, understanding and offers to redo the mural if they ever want a “fresh design.”

#dbd #dbd headcanons #felix richter #elodie rakoto #david king #Detective tapp #jill valentine #leon kennedy #jeff johansen #the legion

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azzie-1129 · 1 year

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Whumptober 2022 Prompt 1:

A little out of the ordinary

Adverse effects | “This wasn’t supposed to happen”

this work is also published on my AO3 acct: AJ_2905

James had told his friends that he’d catch them in the next class. Truly he meant it. He had been held back to talk to McGonagall after Transfiguration.

James had started to slip in his Sixth Year classes, not doing well on the recent assignments. James had promised that he’d redo the past assignments and that he’d focus more on his schoolwork. He had been starting to put all of his focus into Quidditch, but now that there was a break in matches for Gryffindor for a while, James thought he’d be better about his education.

He was on his way now to his next class, Potions. James had seriously considered skipping, but he didn’t want to go back on his word. As he had turned the corner away from Transfiguration, James had hit his shoulder on the wall, taking the turn too sharp. All of his things had spilled out of his bag, splaying all over the floor.

“Damnit!” He exclaimed. He stayed standing for a little while longer, running a hand through his hair, releasing a deep sigh before bending over and picking up his things. James let out a string of curses, muttering under his breath.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth, Potter?” Somebody had voiced behind him. Already knowing exactly who it was, James had continued to scoop things back into his bag. He really didn’t have time for this right now.

“Shouldn't you be in class Snape? Or are we finally finding the joys in skiving-off?” James had retorted quite casually.

“Aww, what? No more nicknames? Thought you were quite keen on them.” Snape said. He was never one to get straight to the point.

“No, Snape, no more nicknames. Now, was there a reason you’re out of class, talking to me of all people?” James changed the topic, finally looking up at Snape, she had his wand by his side. He had a class to get to after all.

“Straight to the point, Potter? Alright then. I’m just here to remind you to stay away from Lily. She doesn’t need your big ego around, tainting her thoughts.”

“Well,” James started, “if you’d care to look a little deeper, you would see that Lily WANTS to be around me. You know, as well as I do, that I don't dictate who she chooses to hang out with."

James had stood up now, not to his full height, but he wasn't looking to fight Snape. James was trying to keep his word, which he had given to Lily, even if it made Sirius just the slightest bit mad.

"I'm just trying to look out for her, you know, from one friend to another. Just stay away from her, as I said, she doesn't need you tainting her thoughts." Snape used the same point from earlier.

James scoffed. "Snape, Lily hasn't been your friend since you called her-" he stopped himself short.

"What, Potter, called her a what?" Snape had a smirk on his face now.

"I'm not as low as you, but you know what you said." James had bowed his head slightly, uncomfortable with the conversation.

"Your little crush on Lily can't keep her from me, I hope you know that." Snape said.

It wasn't a secret that James had a crush on Lily, he had been open for the longest time, asking her out several times in the Great Hall. However, recently, he had started to be quieter about this fact. He hadn't taken to being so public with her, and only "bothering" her when he really needed help.

"Snape," James laughed, "you and I both know that I've been quieter about that. I haven't even asked her out this term." He used his hands to gesture behind him as if she was standing there.

"That doesn't mean you aren't taint-"

"I'm not tainting anything, Snape. If anything, it's you who's trying to taint her. You just can't get over your obsession with others that you-" James was cut off by Snape flicking his wand, a spell too quiet leaving his lips for James to catch. The spell hit James squarely in the chest.

At first, he didn't feel anything. He just stood there looking at Snape with a confused look.

"James! aren't you supposed to be-" Lily had turned the corner. She was excited upon seeing James, but ran quiet when she saw who else was standing in the hallway. "Oh, hello, Severus." Lily wasn't as enthusiastic saying his name and tugged the books she had closer to herself.

"It was then that James felt it. The slight itch of his skin, and he looked down. His eyes widened as he saw blood coating his white shirt, the one he had finally ironed last night. He looked towards Snape with wide eyes, a betrayed sense in them.

"James?" Lily voiced. He had forgotten Lily was there. He turned, completely forgetting about his front, and Lily screamed. James felt lightheaded at that moment and stumbled to the side. He reached out to catch himself on something, but he just fell onto his side.

Now on the floor, he propped himself up on his elbows, just trying not to pass out. His breathing was getting harder to maintain, and he was beginning to panic. Snape's eyes widened ever-so-slightly, wand still raised, as he looked at James. He shifted his gaze to Lily.

"I- I didn't- Lily-"

"What have you done?!" Lily exclaimed. "What did you do?!" She rushed to James' side. Helping him onto his back, she tried to help him breathe. Snape watched them as he began to back up, wand arm finally wavering. He swiftly turned on his heel after a few seconds and bolted down the hallway.

James was struggling to stay awake, black spots filling his vision as Lily continued to speak panicked to him. His eyes started to drift away from her, bringing his hand up to claw at his chest. Lily screamed for help several times as she tried to keep his hands away.

McGonagall had gotten tired of hearing screams, and trudged her way down to observe what, exactly, was going on. Following the screams for help, she now realized this was urgent and she quickened her steps.

Upon turning the corner, and seeing Lily Evans on the floor with blood on her hands, she ran to her side. As she got closer, she could see James Potter's more undeniable features. His hair still sticking up every which way, and his glasses askew on his face.

James' eyes were still barely open, but they weren't focused on anything. His breathing had gotten slower, his chest rising only slightly with each breath.

"Professor, he needs the Hospital Wing. We have to get him to Madame Pomfrey!" Lily's voice had finally cut through McGonagall's thoughts, and she zipped into action.

Taking her wand out, McGonagall sent an urgent patronus message to Madame Pomfrey and tried to attend to James. She tried to close the openings in his chest, but once she had gotten done, they would splurt out more blood and reopen.

Every time the wounds would close, Jame's eyes would show relief, and his breathing would get stronger. However, when the wounds would reopen, he would wince, and try to struggle away from who was helping him, squeezing his eyes shut. McGonagall decided to stop trying because James' eyes had finally closed, and he wasn't responding any longer.

"What caused this to happen?" McGonagall turned her head to Lily, who had taken over holding the wounds once more. McGonagall's voice was more than filled with concern. There was fear underlying in her voice, that scared Lily.

Lily turned her attention to McGonagall, keeping her hands on James' blood-coated chest. All she had to say was one word:

"Snape,"

#james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans potter #whump #hurt james potter #james is not okay #writing #whumptober #lgbtq

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[Tumblr ate up your Ask just as I hit “post” @meowlayn-art so I had to redo this. Glad I had the screenshot of your request saved, huh, T(d)umblr? 😇🔪]

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Characters: Shigure, Hatori, Kureno Rated: NSFW/18+ Tags: bondage, cockwarming, slight D/s undertones, body worship

Shigure likes to have you tied and tight on his lap. If ropes aren’t available in his immediate vicinity for a full body bind, he’s pulling off the sash of your kimono or that long strip of ribbon tucked so neatly into your hair... until it isn't anymore. Fastening your wrists firm behind your back, your kimono hiked up your thighs before gentle hands are ushering you down onto his length. “Stay put now, alright?” He says, putting on a smile that pulls wide when he splits you open and you gasp.

Shigure often has trouble maintaining an attention span long enough to finish work on his manuscripts. He's a frighteningly skilled storyteller and the job pays, so he persists. Having you close helps him concentrate just that bit longer; the discomfort of your arousal provided as amusing fodder that holds him long enough. If you squirm too much, or try and rock your hips for a modicum of relief, he’s immediately stilling your hips with a light, disciplinary strike to your ass. His gaze is cold, his smile absent and that frigid air bleeds into his voice when he speaks, “I told you not to move. You're disturbing my work.” And when you wilt underneath that verbal bite...

He’s cradling a kind palm against your cheek, a smile offered just as placid, as if it had never slipped. “Be patient just a little longer and I’ll bend you over and fuck you properly. Does that sound good to you?” A thumb he dents into your cheek when you nod, albeit shakily. “What a good, agreeable girl.”

Baths are Hatori’s staple of relaxation as well as releasing stress accumulated over a long day. When you’re both home and tucked cozy and close, into the tub and his hands are gentle against yours. That's usually when he likes to slip his fingers in firm, pressing motions against your shoulders, slipping across your back, your waist as he works the stiffness out of your system. “Does that feel better?” He asks, in response to a particularly satisfied moan, before you nod and turn him over for his turn. Your hands in his hair and at the junction of his neck, working in circles has him unwinding. Leaning back against your breasts, tipping his head up for you when your mouth descends to land your kiss. His lips stealing into a warm smile that settles and warms your heart. Reaching for each other feels so incredibly natural and comforting; his smiles turning into quiet laughter. Hatori’s adoration is keen and clear within his gaze as he parts stray locks away from your cheeks, guides you close and onto his lap as you rock pleasant ripples across the surface of the water, together.

Another one who thrives on providing rather than receiving, Kureno’s gaze rests, constant, upon your face. The flitter of lashes as he presses his fingers inside, to stir and prod moans free of your throat. The slick give of your insides is pleasant, the wetness he’s drawing out of you, proof of your affections and how well he’s pleasuring you; it stirs happiness within his own chest. And arousal, to be joined to you. Sexual gratification, for the longest time, having been an obligation he fulfilled, rather than an act performed, for his heart’s satisfaction and for the first time, he’s experiencing this active want for physical pleasure, with you. For you.

Descending to kiss your calls of his name right from your mouth, “I’m here. I'm here for you. Hold on to me.” as his wet fingers trek patterns across your thighs, parting them in gentle strokes for himself. Watching pleasure unfurl across your face, like feathered wings of a restless bird, with the ingress of him into your depths; the sight streaks right up his length to sink into his belly and warm him inside out. Just as he pulses his mouth against yours, softening his groans against your tongue. “I adore you, so much.”

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todoscript · 3 years

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sweetest delight

SYNOPSIS: While Shouto’s out hunting down villains on Valentine’s Day, you try your hand at making some sweets to celebrate the occasion, and in doing so, find your efforts rewarded in more ways than one.

pairing: pro hero!todoroki shouto x fem!reader

genre: smut. fluff. pro hero au.

word count: 7.3k+

warnings: 18+. characters are aged up. dominant!shouto. apron kink. praising. oral (both receiving). face-sitting. 69. cum-eating.

author’s note: god, this is long overdue, but i finally got this thing out after all this time. and of course, it ended up getting out of hand again

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–”

A range of curses spewed from your mouth as the unpleasant smell of your burnt confections permeated the space of your kitchen, threatening to notify the fire alarm overhead of your latest baking mishap. Luckily, you entered the kitchen just in time to dissipate the smoke before it can do so, fanning your towel while navigating to the oven to find your crisp, blackened sweets already ruined inside. The corners of your lips slipped into a scowl at another failed batch of mini chocolate cupcakes at your hand. You slid on a pair of oven mitts to transfer the set off the rack and onto the kitchen counter.

A flicker of optimism in your head presented the thought that they didn’t seem that bad at first glance, going so far as to believe they might’ve tasted relatively fine and that the burnt parts simply added a bitter flavor that would balance the overall sweetness of the decadent chocolate cupcakes. But upon closer inspection, you knew you were lying to yourself.

Flipping the miniature cakes out of the molds, you discovered the sweets were encased in a dreary black outer shell, a sight which made you grimace, wondering how you screwed up so badly to have concocted such a dismal image. You definitely had no right feeding these to Shouto, let alone offer them to him as a Valentine’s Day gift.

As everyone knew, the fourteenth day of February marked Valentine’s Day, the day where couples expressed their love to one another by giving gifts, spending quality time through dates, and displaying many other forms of affection. This year, however, Shouto was called in at his agency to investigate a case of villains whose plan was to wreak havoc on this special occasion.

Now, any person would find it normal to be peeved over these circumstances—having their lover’s free time eaten up by work when they could be celebrating together with a nicely lit dinner or a casual, romantic night at home, and perhaps cap off a wonderful evening with a smooth transition into the bedroom. Much better than spending a day at home alone, pitifully watching couples intertwine their hands together in envy as they walked along the sidewalk beneath your apartment complex, right?

Well, you, on the other hand, were a different case. Rather than sulk around as you waited for Shouto to arrive home later, you decided this would be the perfect chance to whisk up some sweets to surprise him. After all, what’s Valentine’s Day without some chocolate delights on the side, made with vanilla, sugar, cocoa butter, and lots of love and effort. A perfect way to welcome Shouto home from his mission while honoring the festivities, you’d say.

Besides, you understood the situation well enough to recognize that the citizens’ well-being came first before any date of yours. Your boyfriend was a hero, after all, and a Pro at that. It’s not as if you and Shouto hadn’t celebrated Valentine’s Day together before. So long as he came home—intact—prior to the clock ticking to midnight, one day didn’t bother you.

Though… after witnessing the aftermath of several failed attempts at baking thus far, you started to wonder if it would’ve done you better not to get so involved, only to waste resources and pervade your kitchen with an acrid smell.

Still, despite the trials and tribulations, you were determined to come out on top. You tapped your index finger repeatedly against the surface of the marbled counter. “Did I mix up the baking times? Maybe I undermined the portion sizes so the cupcakes started cooking faster?” you speculated out loud, wondering how to troubleshoot the minor errors to come out successful in your next attempt.

After some thought, you decided not to dawdle on your overthinking for too long and shrugged off the idea of redoing another batch of cupcakes. “It’s fine, I’ll just move onto the chocolates then. They’re the star of Valentine’s Day so better to focus on those,” you told yourself. A grin found its way on your face as you rolled the sleeves of your blouse up your forearms. “Alright, let’s get to it then!”

You retrieved a recipe sheet from across the counter, scanning through the contents while overlooking the ingredients lying in front of you. Compared to baking cupcakes, chocolates should be easier to tackle since you weren’t entirely making them from scratch. All you had to do is temper the chocolate melts in a bowl over a heat source, pour them into silicone molds, and refrigerate until hardened and shaped to the perfect, bite-sized delight. Seemed simple enough.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as simple as you thought.

Or rather, you chose to make the whole process more complicated than it needed to be, not realizing the ambitious turn your take on these chocolates was moving toward until you drove yourself into another mess.

Your first trial of bonbons was sprawled out over parchment paper, waiting for your verdict. Eyes roaming the array of sweets tentatively, you absorbed the mixture of pink and white hues with an unsure look on your face. Somehow during the process, you opted to forgo the customary milk chocolates for white and strawberry, which was the closest you could get to matching Shouto’s signature hair colors.

You’d thought it’d be cute for the treats to have a slight resemblance to him as a simple yet sweet reminder that he was on your mind throughout your progress. But staring down at the final product, you wished you guessed ahead of time that the vision you sparked in your head was not going to be as bright and pretty in comparison to what came out.

You frowned at the batch with narrowed brows before begrudgingly scooping a piece and tossing it into your mouth. The sweetness of the strawberry and white chocolates coexisted together to form a smooth texture that left behind a creamy, floral undertone on your tongue. What was incredibly lacking, however, laid in the looks department. The visuals left… more to be desired, to say the least.

With the idea of wanting to use two different flavors of chocolate, you also played on the notion of incorporating a theme. That theme being half-and-half. And half-and-half being splitting the colors on the chocolates right down the middle.

Though not a complicated plan for an adept baker, it was the exact opposite for a newbie like you who had came up with the idea on the spot. With your chocolates appearing in odd shapes and sizes, not one seemed to resemble another, which was the result of both your lack of patience and miscalculations. You had to allow one of the flavors to harden in the mold before adding the other to not prematurely mix the colors, but judging by the swirls of pink and white surrounding the chocolates, that didn’t seem to go so well. Add on to the fact you had some trouble inverting them out of the silicon molds—the edges of the chocolates ending up smooshed or torn off entirely—and you were left with another failed attempt at a Valentine’s present.

“Guess making sweets isn’t really my thing, huh?” You sighed, body slumping forward against the kitchen counter in defeat. Your eyes wandered from your sad chocolates to the hefty amount of dirty dishes piled in the sink. All this, and you weren’t able to make anything worth giving to Shouto. What exactly were you going to tell him when he came home, bearing witness to this entire mess? No, Shouto was probably under enough stress and fatigue as it was after working all day. Plus, his anticipation for a gift would only be amplified if he saw the number of baking supplies you’ve wasted today. At this point, you had to turn in the towel.

“Oh well… I better clean everything up before Sho comes home and start on din–”

Your words were interrupted by the sharp sound of the front door opening.

“I’m home!” an all too familiar voice announced, one that you were more than aware belonged to a particular fire and ice hero.

Surprised, you glanced over at the clock to check the time, which read a bold 6:00 PM—sooner than you expected your boyfriend to arrive home from his duties that day. So soon, in fact, that you weren’t able to even begin erasing any of the evidence littered around the kitchen.

“Y/n?” you heard him call. Freezing in place, you picked up Shouto breathing in a quick whiff. “What’s that smell?” he asked but didn’t wait for a response, traveling through the enormous apartment to find that answer for himself. Hearing his feet shuffling across the hardwood floor, you moved quickly.

“The kitchen smells sweet but also... bitter.”

Sweet and bitter..? you repeated but soon realized what he meant—those damn burnt chocolate cupcakes you left out. While in your rush with making the chocolates, you had forgotten to dispose of them beforehand. Though the bitter smell was not as prominent as when the cupcakes first came out of the oven, it still didn’t evade Shouto’s keen senses.

After shoving the burnt mini cupcakes in a trash bin, you scrambled to the entrance to the kitchen, thankfully cutting Shouto’s path off just in time as you met him there. “Oh hey, Sho, why didn't expect you to come home so early!” you greeted, a cheerful lilt in your tone as you leaned an arm on the side of the doorway, hoping to come off ordinarily chill to avoid any questioning looks. It seemed you achieved that much at least by how Shouto smiled warmly at your appearance.

“You should’ve shot me a quick text or something.”

“Sorry, we managed to track down the group of villains right away and finished the mission smoothly without any casualties,” he explained. “I guess I was in such a hurry to come home and celebrate Valentine’s Day with you that I must’ve forgotten.” The soft look on Shouto’s handsome features had you in a daze for a second; you nearly missed him descending his head to your level so his lips could find yours. Eventually, you broke from your stupor and swiftly turned your head so he planted a peck on your cheek instead.

You were never one to purposely avoid a kiss on the lips like that from him—far from it actually—but you didn’t want him to find any residual sweetness on your lips from the confections you taste-tested that day and have him bring up if you made anything for him. One thing you surely couldn’t avoid, however, was his puzzled face at your uncharacteristic actions. Still, Shouto wasn’t one to overthink the details. Instead, he decided to look at the bigger picture, such as the dirty yet cute, pink and brown frilly apron tied around your body.

“Your apron’s a mess,” he chuckled lightly. The comment caught you off-guard, eyes slowly traveling down to the flour and chocolate stains on your Valentine’s-themed apron. “Have you been cooking?” he asked. You fumbled with your answer.

“O-Oh yeah..! In fact, I’m… still cooking, actually!” you quickly added, making up for your lack of words. “C’mon, it’s probably been a long day for you. You should go freshen up in the shower while I get everything done and cleaned!” You tried shoo-ing Shouto from the kitchen’s vicinity, but he didn’t budge.

“I can help out if you like. I wouldn’t want you to fix everything up by yourself, especially since we’re supposed to spend the rest of Valentine’s Day together,” he said, and as much as you liked to take him up on his kind and thoughtful offer, you had to object.

Firmly shaking your head, you continued your attempts at pushing Shouto to retreat to the shower and scrub off the troubles of his day. “No, you’ve probably done enough work today as it is! Just let me handle the rest, ‘kay?” you insisted, straining a smile. However, your hurried shoving felt almost too persistent than what Shouto found normal.

“Well, what are you making then–” As he tilted his head up to sneak a peek, you followed his movements, elevating yourself onto your tiptoes to block his vision in time.

“S-Soba noodles..! Cold! Just how you like them,” you answered after partially interrupting him. Quirking a brow at your fidgety gestures, Shouto stared at the smile etched on your lips which screamed of suspicion. Now he was sure something was up.

“Love,” he said, his voice a tone lower than usual that made goosebumps appear on your skin, staring at his turquoise and gray eyes warily, “are you hiding something from me?”

“What? Psh, no,” you feigned innocence, shrugging, “Why would you think that?”

Shouto gave you a look, silently telling you that you should more than know the reason why, but you chose to remain ignorant. No point in questioning it any further then. He would have to pry the answer out himself.

Aware that you had no intention of letting him pass voluntarily, Shouto began putting his hero training to use. He side-stepped in a single motion, quickly pivoting on the balls of his feet to slip through your defenses. You didn’t have time to ask yourself what happened before you turned around to watch his reaction to what you left for him on the kitchen counter.

Upon entering the kitchen, Shouto’s heterochromatic eyes were immediately drawn to the marbled white-and-pink sweets sprawled across the parchment paper. His interest piqued, he walked straight to the chocolates with you trailing behind. You could feel the heat in your cheeks slowly rise from the embarrassment at seeing Shouto inspect your sorry excuse of chocolates.

“Hm, no soba noodles, but I may have found something even better,” he said, and you wondered if you heard correctly or that maybe he saw something you didn’t. You rapidly blinked about four times, letting your vision adjust, and yet your chocolates remained.

“You’re kidding… right?”

Shouto lifted a brow at your hesitance. “No, why would I be kidding?” he replied thoughtfully. He took one of the chocolates off the parchment paper, raising it in the air between his thumb and index finger. “You made these for me, didn’t you?”

“I mean, yeah, they were supposed to be a Valentine’s Day gift, but…”

“But..?” A frown settled on his lips, watching you nervously twiddle your thumbs while you held your hands against your apron. “Y/n, you can tell me.” Not liking how you weren’t meeting his eyes, his finger drew your chin up so he could get a better glimpse of your face.

“But they don’t look the part. They’re hideous,” you quietly admitted, your words mellowing into a whisper the more they departed your lips. The way he treated your creations as if they belonged on a pedestal didn’t sit right in your eyes. “So I... didn’t want you to see them, or any of this actually. I thought if you saw what I was doing, you’d get your hopes up for something special, only to be disappointed.” You tried avoiding his gaze again, but Shouto wouldn’t allow it, following your eyes as his hand pried yours apart to take one in his own.

His focus shifted from the pink and white chocolate held in front of him to the uncertainty clouding your expression. “I’m not sure what you mean. They look fine to me.”

“Sho, you don’t have to lie to me just so you don’t end up hurting my feelings. Anyone can see how uneven they look,” you said, pointing at the rest of the batch still sitting on the counter behind him. There was a low chuckle coming from the male’s lips, one that you guessed was out of amusement, but you were too caught in your troubled feelings to be sure.

“Well, I have to admit, they don’t exactly resemble the perfect, visual representation of the chocolates you’d find at the store or anything,” he acknowledged with you mumbling an ‘I told you so’ in response before he continued, “but that’s the reason why I like them. That means you made them for me and there isn’t any chocolate like it. They’re one of a kind.”

His genuine words took you aback, eyes glimmering and cheeks flushed. You were too wrapped up in your need for perfection that you didn’t realize you could consider your efforts that way.

“Besides,” he threw the little bonbon in his mouth, “they taste great,” he said as the strawberry and white cream melted on his tongue with its rich sweetness.

Despite his praise, you thought he had only said that because you knew for a fact that the chocolates did at least pass in the taste department. “But what if they had tasted bad too? What would you have said then?” You were bold enough to question, though half-worried about his answer in the back of your head—worried that he would have to take back those sweet words of his.

“I still would have eaten them, regardless. I’d never waste anything you’ve made for me, you should know that. To me, these chocolates are the sweetest delight not because they’re the best looking or tasting, but because they came from you,” he answered earnestly, bending down to tuck a hair away from your stunned yet grateful appearance which looked as if you were nearly about to sigh out loud in relief. You brought your body into his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin, and he wrapped his arms around you, lips pressed against your hair.

Shouto didn’t grant you much time to bask in your solace however, before beckoning you over to the kitchen counter. He wasn’t done teasing you just yet.

“Normally couples give each other milk chocolates on Valentine’s day. Any reason you decided on white and strawberry then?” Shouto noted, a grin on his lips as you seemed reluctant to reveal your reasoning—lips pursed and fingers playing with the hem of your apron.

“Well, they’re supposed to be your…” You finished by motioning at the crown of your head before pointing to his red and white locks.

Heh... Cute. The grin that was persistent on his features widened, and your response earned you a kiss on the cheek. “Thinking about me, huh?” he teased. You were more than aware of your intentions throughout your chocolate-making process, but it didn’t make the whole situation any less embarrassing when your motives came to light out of Shouto’s own mouth.

You pouted profusely, turning your face in the other direction as you nudged his arm. “Aren’t you going to eat the rest then?” you asked despite your demure demeanor. You couldn’t see it, but you were positive he was aiming that amused expression in your direction, leaning his head on his palm while his elbow was leveled on the counter.

“You made a lot of chocolates today, love. You don’t expect me to finish them all by myself, do you?” You heard the rustle of the parchment liner unsticking to something behind you. Then a finger poked your cheek, and out of curiosity, you followed where the disturbance came from, only to have a swirl of pink and white pushed past your lips.

“Mm..” you hummed surprisingly in delight at the harmonious strawberry and cream flavors coating your tastebuds.

“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asked.

“Yeah, I got to taste them before you arrived home.” You rubbed the back of your head. “And um, I didn’t exactly make these from scratch...” You went about divulging your methods to him, explaining your usage of chocolate melts, which all in all saved you a lot of time, considering your earlier mishaps with the brownies—a misfortune you also confessed to as you side-eyed the trash bin.

The dual-haired male laughed with mirth at the disasters you tangled yourself into today. “Seemed like you had an eventful Valentine’s Day at home without me.”

He scanned over your outfit, consisting of a simple buttoned blouse and a pair of jeans. What caught his eye the most was the frilly, laced brown and pink apron tied around your body. You must have bought this specifically to get in the spirit of Valentine’s Day because this was the first he’s seen you in this. Normally you’d wear those plain cotton aprons while you were cooking. Not something so charming and—dare he say—refreshing.

As you were continuing the conversation—going on about how vanquishing criminal organizations was more productive than whatever you were concocting at home—your words faded into the background. Shouto found it hard to focus on what you were saying, while your animated gestures seemed to enhance the shape of the apron against your body, emphasizing your physique.

Recalling the story you just mentioned, he imagined what the scene of you frantically dashing around the kitchen would look like as you wore this cute thing. Was it weird of him to hold fantasies of arriving home, being greeted by your endearing self donning this garment, dolled in its intricacies with a smile gracing the lips he oh so wanted to kiss every day?

Shouto would think so. He’s never heard of any anecdotes of this kind of behavior before. Perhaps it was how dainty and frilly the material appeared against your figure that stemmed such a risqué thought from him. If that was the case, then this apron was no different than lingerie. Or more specifically, those delicate lace babydolls you’d wear for him on those special occasions, in which you displayed the zenith of lust and vulnerability that rendered him a man ensnared by his need to utterly ravage you–

Fuck. Letting those imaginations cross his mind was a dangerous move. He felt himself getting hard, body exercising the willpower not to pounce and concede to his fantasies. Then again, no one could really blame him for thinking of his girlfriend this way on Valentine’s Day. Especially when you looked so damn cute right now that he could just eat you up.

“Shouto?” Your voice diverted his attention from the growing problem in his pants, though only for a moment. When his focus returned to you, all those lascivious thoughts buried in the back of his head made their way to the forefront again. Damn, did he have it bad.

“Is something wrong? You were zoning out for a bit.”

He shook his head, dispelling your concern. However, it was going to take more than that to sweep away the lust consuming his mind. “It’s nothing. More importantly, why don’t we continue tasting these chocolates?” Pulling up a stool, he took a seat next to the kitchen counter.

Just as you were going to mention that you needed to start on dinner soon, Shouto suddenly drew your body in between his parted legs. Thrown slightly off-balance, you instinctively held onto his shoulders to keep yourself steady.

You couldn’t help but notice the hand traveling up your legs as it situated itself on the back of your thigh, but the detail was abandoned as soon as it was manifested. The proximity between you two was too much not to overlook now. Shouto peered up at you with what you made out to be smoldering intensity, and the sight reduced you to shying away from his eyes again.

Of course, Shouto didn’t take a liking to that. With you so close, he didn’t want anything hindering his front seat viewing of your candid reactions. “Baby, look here,” he called to you. You followed his command, turning back to face the grin reaching his lips. “There’s my pretty girl.”

You attempted to open your mouth to reply but found another ball of marbled chocolate placed where words should’ve been.

Soft lips wrapped around him, Shouto had to fight back the urge to groan, feeling your tongue graze the pad of his thumb as he fed you the candy. His other hand, formerly occupied with rubbing subtle circles on your clothed flesh, wandered to the satin ribbon of your apron fashioned behind you.

It wasn’t long until you discerned the game he was playing through the fiery looks and frisky touching.

Well, enter player two.

You brought a hand to his wrist, keeping him there as your tongue made work at licking away the residual chocolate melted on his finger. You moved from his thumb to his index finger, noting not to miss anything with every flick as you confidently returned the heady expression with batted eyelashes.

Shouto breathed in silently through his nose, gritting his teeth, your sultry actions having an innate effect on him, to which you smirked at. There was a slight tug on the ribbon wrapped behind you. It wasn’t firm enough to where the knot came undone, but enough that you noticed his fixation on the material. If he was making an effort to exert some self-control, it was futile at this point. No doubt, he was going to take you before Valentine’s Day was over.

“Hmm, you’re right, these chocolates are pretty tasty. But it’s probably because you’re the one feeding them to me that they taste just soooo good,” you mused, adding a sensual tonality to your voice as you concluded your words with one last kitten lick.

The man before you bit the inside of his cheek, your voice alone making blood rush south. You little minx. He was going to make doubly sure you understood just what you were doing to him.

Finally releasing his hand, you reached over beside you to grab a chocolate off the parchment paper. “For you~” You giggled as you led the confection to Shouto’s mouth. He readily accepted your gift, lips wrapping around the tips of your fingers as the mellow flavors soothed his taste buds. He made a point of re-enacting your little show, tongue languidly lapping your fingers while he maintained steady eye contact. You shuddered at the wet warmth abiding your skin, the suffocating sexual tension in the air causing you to press your thighs together. The action was not overlooked by Shouto, who smiled amidst cleaning your fingers with every brush of his tongue.

“What’s wrong, love? You were so bold and talkative earlier. Cat got your tongue or something?” he teased. A smirk ran across the curl of his lips as his licks turned to kisses he planted on the back of your hand.

After finishing his task of lapping up every essence of sweetness off your skin, he lifted himself from the stool. Doing so made him stand tall over you, and he easily cornered you to where your back met the edge of the counter. Your wrist captured in one of his hands, he wove an arm around you, pulling your body into him.

“You know, there’s something I want to eat right now other than chocolates,” he confessed, forehead pressed to yours and glinted heterochromatic eyes latent with an insatiable hunger. The baritone of his voice sent shivers through your body and a throb aching in your core.

You innocently tilted your head at him. “Oh, is that so? And what would that be?”

He chuckled darkly at your redundant question.

“Why you of course, my love.”

The moment the words reached your ears, he lunged forward to seize your lips. You quickly followed in the sensual movements of his soft lips against yours like it was a practiced routine, not resisting his tongue prying its way into your mouth and submitting to the dance that made pleasure course through your veins.

A single tap on your thigh was your cue to hop into Shouto’s waiting grasp and wrap your arms around his neck. You pulled your bodies closer to where the few layers of clothing you both possessed did nothing to hide your enthusiasm for each other. You could feel your nipples under your bra stiffen at your arousal, growing more sensitive as you pressed your chest to him. Meanwhile, his hard erection shamelessly poked the inside of your thigh to which his grip was poised on remaining firm, grinding your lower half against him.

You expected this was where he intended to have you—right then and there in the middle of the kitchen—but to your surprise, Shouto had other plans. He navigated you two to the dining table as you continued feverishly making out with your legs wrapped around his waist. Never breaking the hot mingle of your lips, he carefully placed you on the edge. His hands were free to roam the expanse of your body, palming at places that elicited airy moans from you as he inscribed the niceties of your bonny apron into his memory. Though he cursed the unnecessary layers that obscured your beautiful flesh from him.

Finding the clothes still on you equally unbearable in the heat of your movements, you were on the same wavelength as him. You sought out the satin ribbon tied behind your back that kept the apron on your form, but before your fingertips could even reach the material to tug the knot loose, Shouto seized your wrists and led your hands away. Your face was scrunched with bewilderment by how sudden his actions were.

Shouto didn’t think he could have a fetish over something as ordinary and domestic as a decorative garment tied around your waist, but this Valentine’s Day was proving him otherwise. He was not about to pass an opportunity to absolutely ruin you in this pretty thing.

“Keep it on,” he ordered, voice deep and commanding.

“H-Huh? What about my clothes?” you stuttered, confused at first. You wanted to ask what spurred him to give such a demand, but you were too caught in the moment to think of objecting to his request (not that you had much choice anyway).

“Let me.” That was all he said before his hands sought after the waistband of your jeans and the buttons of your top. He pulled and undid the apparel until you were left in only your panties and that lovely apron. Your bra was quickly disposed of to the pile next to his feet thanks to the clip being located at the front this time, and he was eternally grateful for the convenience. You didn’t even have to mention anything for his own clothes to float above yours on the floor, sitting back on the table to admire his toned physique, now free for you to ogle in just his briefs.

His hooded, icy eyes concentrated on every aspect of your appearance. He didn’t dare miss a single detail in front of him—from your bare, flushed skin glowing beneath the light fixture to your aroused nipples shaped through the thin fabric. You were a sight Shouto would gladly worship for the rest of his life.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, my love, and I’m going to enjoy ravaging you until all you know is my name.”

His words alone were enough to send a tingle of anticipation to your cunt. You did not shrink at his assertiveness, instead embracing both yours and Shouto’s desires with open arms.

“You have me, Sho. I’m all yours.”

The man released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding before inhaling and diving in. Your lips reencountered each other, continuing from where you left off with his tongue chasing after you. You laced your fingers in his soft hair to press him deeper to you as Shouto navigated down your neck. He sucked and licked at your skin; every tug he felt on his scalp compelled him to lay marks as he inched closer and closer to your breasts.

“Ahh.. Sho…” you mewled, feeling his hands grope one of your mounds and tease your slit through your panties. With no intention of letting this apron off your body, Shouto pushed the fabric concealing your chest inward to reveal a perky nipple, seeming excited to be covered by his mouth. Well, who was he to deny such exuberance, especially when he himself was hungry to taste?

Lips enclosing the stiffened nub, Shouto sucked and prodded with fervor. As you squirmed and squealed beneath him, your fingers pulled harder at his strands which he hummed in content at. The tip of his tongue circled your areola, making the slick clinging to your panties damper at the stimulation. The hand occupied between your thighs stroked you against the fabric before pulling it to the side to touch you directly.

“Oh fuck!” you cursed at the contact as Shouto did not hesitate to start pumping a finger into your pussy.

“Damn, you’re so wet down here. Did my kisses and teasing do all this?”

You were too distracted by the precise movements of his fingers working through you to answer, words superseded by your wanton moans. “Keep making those pretty sounds, love. I want you to cry out as I’m ruining you.”

Your noises hit a crescendo when his fingers began curling inside you, stretching into places that lit stars behind your eyes. His thumb rubbed your clit to intensify the fire building in your abdomen. Your back arched on the table as you grabbed onto Shouto’s free hand for dear life, already feeling that flame ready to ignite.

“Sho– Wait, I’m gonna–”

“Don’t hesitate, sweetheart. Coat my fingers with your cum,” he told you, increasing the speed of his thumb against your bundle of nerves as he continually hit that euphoric soft spot.

At his words, your pussy clenched hard around him, practically sucking him in. You threw your head back against the table, releasing a loud cry of his name as your orgasm engulfed your whole body with electrifying pleasure. Chest heaving up and down, your breaths sounded ragged as your vision went white before slowly adjusting to the light.

Shouto slid his fingers out of you and brought them to his mouth, licking at the layer of gloss. He observed your fucked-out state from above and admired his handiwork—your lips swollen, eyes glassy, and sweaty skin adorned with his marks.

“You taste absolutely delicious, you know,” he said almost too sweetly, like he had immediately gotten drunk off drinking the remnants of your orgasm. And, of course, he had to let you know how delectable you were. Shouto provided you a sample by pressing his fingers to your lips. You obediently parted them, welcoming your essence on your tongue.

“Don’t you think so?”

You hummed and nodded in agreement. Shouto grinned, bending down to mix your flavor in each other’s mouths. He finally removed your ruined panties and slid them down your legs. But to no one’s surprise, the apron stayed on your person.

When you parted, Shouto gestured for you to get up from the table. In doing so, you had anticipated this would be the time to head straight to the bedroom, but the night continued to prove you wrong. Shouto was still famished.

“Stand up for a second, baby. I want to lay down as I have my meal.” You didn’t need to guess to know just what he wanted to satiate his appetite tonight.

Shouto laid himself flat across the table, the majority of his legs dangling off the edge. You, on the other hand, were apprehensive at his approach, cautiously wondering if your modest dining table could handle the rampant motions of two adult bodies on top of it at once. Should the legs give way and the table collapses, the gravity of your descent would put all your weight onto him. What if you hurt him as a result?

“Love, what’s the holdup?” your boyfriend called, breaking your train of thought, “Come, your throne awaits.” He patted his chest—a rather peculiar place to sit but your cunt pulsed at the image of you riding that gorgeous face of his.

“O-Okay, I’m just afraid of hurting you, is all,” you said, pulling at the hem of your apron for security.

He raised his upper body halfway to see the hesitance painted on your features. “Y/n, there’s no need to worry, I wouldn’t have thought of doing this if I couldn’t handle it,” he assured, his hand reaching out for you. “Trust me. I won’t let anything happen to us.”

You stared at the hand hovering in front of you and then at Shouto’s eyes glimmering with faith, and you knew you could trust his word. So you take his hand, climbing onto the table and over his body where you straddled his chest.

“Dining tables are meant to be eaten on, right? Well, I intend to devour you until your legs are shaking beside me, sweetheart,” he promised. He stroked up and down your thighs tauntingly. Your breaths hitched as he maneuvered you above his face, moving the flap of your apron so you could feel his cold breath against your lower lips.

“As much as I appreciate all those confections you made for me, they all pale in comparison to the sweetest delight here–” He uttered praises to your core while rubbing the soft flesh of your thighs. “This pretty, soft, and dripping pussy.”

Warmth spread across your cheeks at his lewd words and how close in proximity he was to your twitching center. The one thing you detested about this apron at this moment was the fact it blocked you from what Shouto was doing, the bottom half lying right above his face. To him, however, it made everything all the more entertaining.

Despite being the one trapped under you, it must have felt like you were more in the dark than he was. After all, he was the one asserting dominance in this situation, and with a layer of fabric hiding his face, you had no idea how or when he was going to eat you out. His deafening silence was not offering you one bit of reassurance either. If he truly intended to devour you atop this table, he should just do it already.

“...Sho? Are you—Ah!” Upon questioning him, your words were choked by your surprised squeal, feeling him delicately kiss your folds with chilly lips attached to your warm pussy. You opened your mouth to speak again, yet you struggled to search for words as Shouto’s tongue flattened against you, licking a long strip before latching onto your sensitive pearl. The more he relentlessly sucked and teased, the more you sang out with waves of pleasure quivering through your body.

Hearing your beautiful noises, he chuckled, tongue vibrating on your clit. Every sound you produced made his cock stutter, still leaking and begging for attention beneath his briefs.

Not liking how inactive you were—simply sitting on his face and waiting for yourself to come undone on his tongue—you reached behind yourself to trail your hand down his abdomen. His body tensed, abs immediately flexing at your soft touch. You noticed his ministrations falter in their rhythm.

“B-Baby, what are you doing?” he questioned, pulling himself off of you to concentrate on your hand running along the waistband of his briefs. His fingers dug into your flesh as you found his length, tentatively giving it a pump that gave birth to a strained noise below the flap of your apron.

“You’ve been doing all the work so far, Sho. I just want you to enjoy yourself,” you said. His eyebrows were scrunched, hissing through his teeth at your thumb grazing his slit, mixing his precum around the tip.

“I am enjoying myself—this is all I could ever ask for,” he replied honestly. He lifted the frilly material off his face so you could discover your slick running down his lips and neck, the blush spread across his fair cheeks an more than sufficient indication that he derived nothing but delight from being in this position. He looked like an absolute mess, yet the debauched sight made both your heart and pussy flutter.

“But if you want to join in, I won’t stop you.”

At that, Shouto detached himself from your sweetness for just a second to quickly reposition you above him. You were adjusted to where you were practically on all fours on the table now, facing the prominent bulge raised on his briefs while your fluttering cunt was somehow even more obscenely split in front of him. You were thankful the piece of furniture stayed intact throughout the motions, pleasantly astounded by its strength. However, you couldn’t pause to be impressed by this detail for long. Not when Shouto’s aching erection pleaded for you to continue touching it.

Your hand returned to its original place—wrapped around his heavy length that wept with precum coating the surface of its mushroom top. As you stroked it up and down in a consistent rhythm, you altered your grip to tighten more around him.

“Ooh yeah, that’s it, baby. Just like that… Ahhhh, fuckkkk—” You were rewarded by his praises and groans at the splendid pressure surrounding his dick. It encouraged you to keep up your pace and add another hand to the fray to increase the tension.

“You’re doing so well, making me feel so fucking good, love. Can you add your mouth for me now?” he requested, and you happily complied. Your tongue flattened against his cock, noting every vein and twitch running across your wet muscle that reduced Shouto to muttering obscenities behind you. Reaching the top, you swirled your tongue along the tip before taking the entire head into your warm cavern. Shouto’s thighs flexed, body almost trembling at how heavenly you made him feel. He couldn’t be outdone.

You let out a whine on his cock, feeling his mouth working against you again. This time you felt the effects stronger than before as Shouto spread your pussy lips to grant him better access to tongue fuck you. He stimulated every sensitive area with practiced ease, making sure to flick your clit with extra vigor to achieve the best results. You delivered in your reactions—legs shaking and knees slowly and deliberately being reduced to jelly.

Even ensnared in ecstasy, you did your best to adapt to his intensity, engulfing him more into your mouth. Your hands worked together to maximize the most pleasure you could give him, fondling his balls and gripping the base of his cock.

The lewdest of sounds filled the room in an unrelenting symphony. From your muffled whimpers to your pussy squelching in the presence of Shouto’s mouth purring against you, there was no shortage of bliss evident in the atmosphere. Hearing yourselves in the throes of rapture as you devoured each other’s whole beings like starved animals, you two were simultaneously climbing toward your highs.

“Shit, keep doing just that baby, and I’m going to paint that pretty mouth of yours white,” he warned half-heartedly. You purred, the enthusiasm laced your tone informing Shouto you wanted him to do just that. He was pleased by your response.

“You want it, don’t you, you slutty girl? Well, I expect you to drown me in your honey while I cover your throat with my cum then.” Those were the last words he spared you before proceeding to manifest them into reality. His hands dug themselves in the flesh below your ass cheeks, exposing your pussy to his appendage that swiped away at your clit until shockwaves made you tremble above him.

You were the first to come undone, juices running down your thighs and boyfriend’s chin. Your cries were muffled amidst Shouto’s dick caught down your throat, tightening around his length, which surged with spurts of white all over your mouth. You swallowed every single drop of his seed, wiping at the excess on your lips as you released the hero’s cock with a loud pop.

After taking a moment to catch your breaths, you carefully moved off of each other. Shouto steadied you on his lap, letting you straddle him as he sat on the edge of the table. He intertwined your fingers through his and brought them to his lips to place a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Shouto. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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hii can i request headcanons for shin being around and then being asked out by his crush ? thanks !!

SHIN BEING AROUND AND THEN CONFESSED TO BY HIS CRUSH.

enjoy the long read n lmk if this wasn’t what you wanted ! i can redo with a non death game au !! also goddamn it, i realized i kin the bastard man. my dumb ass was like “huh ? how is this so in character ?” then i realized i projected wayyyy too much and . kinnie moment besties !!11! 😀✌

WARNING ;; spoilers, spoilers, SPOILERS - up to chapter 2 p2 - and angst 🤙

SHIN TSUKIMI/SOU HIYORI

at first, he’s not sure how to go about getting a crush. i mean, you guys are in a death game, he can’t go getting attached to people like this. especially not in a romantic context ... he’s got to do everything in his power to stay away from you. that’s the key to survival.

in the beginning, he’s polite and even a bit playful, being awfully keen on giving you compliments here and there, but he tries desperately to keep you at an arm’s length despite his friendly act.

being thrusted into the death game was an eye opener for him, and he became a lot more hypervigilant and paranoid due to it. thanks to this, he quickly takes note of his feelings and acknowledges them, but that doesn’t mean that he accepts them. at least, not willingly.

when his “true nature” is revealed during the main game, he’ll disregard his feelings for you and rope you in with the others. after all, he’s the one with the lowest percentage. at least you even have a higher score - no matter what it might be - and at this point, he’s mainly running on jealousy and frustration as everyone turns their back on him for being cautious.

if you dare to try and come comfort him during and/or after the trial, he’ll smile sweetly at you, but his words and tone won’t match his expression.

“... you’re quite the stubborn one, aren’t you, mx y/n ? i don’t see how you could be so cheerful and reliant on others in our situation. after all, people are dropping like flies all around us. joe, kai, and professor mishima are all examples of this. aren’t you scared ? ... no ? because ... you have allies ? ... phft. ahaha, that’s funny ... ! sure ... believe what you will naively, but know that in the end, everyone here wants to survive no matter what. and i know that you’re no exception, so stop pretending.”

and then he’ll stare into your eyes blankly, the feeling of resentment strong in his presence no matter your response or expression before swiftly leaving you to ponder on his belittling tone and harsh words.

on a lighter note, he gets extremely nervous around you, but he won’t let it show. the only thing that really does out him is the way that his palms get really sweaty as he begins overheating in his bundles of clothing along with his faint blush coating the tips of his ears, but luckily his beanie covers it up for him.

he’s really pale, so if you’re the type to tease him, he’ll act grumpy so that the red in his face looks as if he's agitated with you. he’ll even throw in an irritated sigh and huff occasionally, but he’s really just shy and not sure how to respond in the situation you two are in.

during the attractions, he subconsciously makes excuses to convince himself to go partner up with you, always trying to point out the qualities you have that would “benefit him so that he could win dilligently.”

normally, he’d go with kanna, but when it’s a more dangerous attraction, he shoos her away saying that “she’d only get in his way because she’s so weak” - not that he’s any stronger himself, but, y’know the deal.

times like these, you’re his go-to partner, and he’ll even scold you sometimes ? like what ??? but whatever, the dude’s trying to show his concern for you discreetly.

“aha, careful now, mx y/n. if you keep accepting these invitations from me so eagerly, who knows when i’ll manipulate you next or leave you to die in an attraction ? you shouldn’t trust so easily. even worse ... i might just think you’ve begun to fall in love with me ... just kidding. now, let’s begin, shall we ? after you.”

you could consider doing an attraction with him like a date. a very life-threatening and anxiety-inducing date. he’s not all too strong, but he has a strong premonition, and will make sure you don’t end up getting hurt.

he’s also a lot more smart than the people in your group give him credit for - he’s not just some rude bastard - plus, he tries to lighten the mood when he sees you panicking by trying to cheer you up.

“hey, mx y/n ... don’t seem so pale as if you’ve just seen a ghost, now. we’re almost done, so stop thinking about how far we have left to go and think about how far we’ve gotten.”

if you manage to get hurt anyhow, he’ll silently sit you down in the medical room with safalin and treat your injury himself with a sincere and fixated gaze. it’s a very intimate moment and a rare sight of his true self being exposed before he flashes you his iconic smile afterwards. he’ll jokingly tell you to stop being such a klutz before taking his leave.

nearing the end of the attractions to the subgame is when you ask him out, and he couldn’t feel more conflicted. i mean, hell, he’s fucking in love with you, but it’s at the worst time and in the worst place. though, there’s no good time or place to confess in this hellhole.

he’ll look like a fish out of water searching for words before begrudgingly looking around to make sure no one else is nearby, sighing deeply when the coast is clear. he’ll even take his beanie off his head and ruffle his hair, holding that damn hat to his chest before gazing at you sincerely.

“... mx y/n ... i do ... really like you - that’s the honest truth - but i don’t think being in a relationship at the moment is the best idea. if our feelings get out ... it could be used against us by anyone, and i wouldn’t want that ... for either of us. but - please ... don’t look so down ... when this is all over, i would love to go on a date with you.”

after he shows you the real him, shin, he’ll give you a short and inexperienced yet tender kiss, blushing evidently before snuggly fitting his beanie back on his head and wishing you goodnight with a kiss on the cheek.

he doesn’t dare remind you that he has a O.O% chance of surviving so all a relationship with him would do would break your heart. internally, he struggles with some conflict that you deserve better and he should’ve just been harsher to push you away and get over him, but something about you just turns him to putty in your hands and he can’t help it. you’re dangerous.

it also doesn’t stop him from occasionally pulling you aside when nobody is near and kissing you like it’s his last moments. which ... sadly enough, isn’t honestly far-fetched.

during the next main game, his feelings are hell to experience. despite how much he goes on and on trying to push you away to the public eye and make suspicious remarks, you just keep. coming. back. like a stray dog being fed by every flirtatious remark and touch. it’d be a whole lot more cuter and endearing to him if he wasn’t in a death game fearing for his life.

you’ve grown on him. both you and kanna have leeched onto his heart and he has to come to terms with that. he’s always felt some kind of unspoken familial bond with kanna despite the way he treats her, and seeing you always hang out with her even when he’s not around since the two of them are usually inseperable has made him fall even deeper in love with you.

... and it’s pissing him off and wearing him thin.

as much as he tries to convince everyone to vote for him, kanna keeps insisting that she should be voted for instead because it's the only logical way to survive. he’s on the verge of a panic attack, and keeps having to grip his podium tightly from ripping his hair out.

the poor guy is heaving by now, thoughts of survival, kanna, and you, all spiraling as his balance teeters. he would’ve been swaying back and forth about to fall down had it not been for the podium supporting his weight.

god forbid you touch him in this moment. he wants nothing more than to bury his face into your chest or neck and let out all his trapped emotions, but damn it, he doesn’t want you to worry about him. all that matters anyhow is that kanna lives.

“please, y/n, please, vote for me. i’m begging you. i’ll just die anyway.”

the next two votes for you and sara are in your hands, and regardless of your vote(s), there’s a O.O% chance of you getting your happy ending.

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Resi Reviews pt2

Continuing with last year’s resi post, I’m gonna be talking about these games babeyyyy! I didn’t get to play much (and honestly I inhaled so much last year that even I’m surprised looking back…god I love this series) Like last time, I’m gonna get into it and although I’ll try not to spoil too much, expect some mild spoilers. Let's go!

Code Veronica X

This game is goofy and charming and I had such a great time with it. I found it at a decent price online for ps2 and bought it, and man this makes me want to get the older games on ps1 so baddd. There was just something about playing it with the controller and hearing my lil old ps2 whirring as I played that really immersed me; as much as I love emulation, there definitely is a ‘click’ when you play older games on older consoles. That said, lets get into it.

I hear a lot of debate about whether this was meant to be the ‘actual’ re3 or not, and there’s plenty for and against, but in my heart I’m taking this as the continuation to re2 lol. You follow Claire as she continues her investigations into where her brother disappeared to, when she’s caught and sent to an umbrella facility on Rockfort Island. All hell breaks loose as the virus spreads across the island, and Claire has to make her way out before it’s too late. Along the way, she meets a nasaly Canadian teen named Steve, whom she bumps into a couple of times before they decide to team up and get off the island together. They eventually end up in Antarctica, and if you couldn’t tell just by the locations alone, this game is a lil whacky. The main antagonists are the Ashford twins, and they’re a little strange, though enjoyable. I found myself laughing at the sheer absurdity of some of the cutscenes, and spoiler alert, you come across Wesker!!! I was so so so excited, he’s blonde, he’s skinny, he’s rich, and he’s a little bit of a bitch. (Honestly, that goes for the Ashfords as well :P)

While the plot is anywhere but down to earth, it was fun to follow and still felt like a resi game. While Steve was silly, I didn’t find him all that annoying, so a particular scene that happens near the end of the game regarding him succeeded in making me quite emotional. It was awesome to see the Redfield siblings together again, the set designs were honestly pretty rad and the music is very memorable.

I noticed a few things during my playthrough that were pretty cool. As this is an older resi game, it has all those door loading screens. They’re really slow and I got a bit impatient at times, but when you were heading in the right direction and it was ramping up to something like a boss fight getting triggered in the next room, the controller would rumble as though it were Claire’s heartbeat. This really excited me and added some more tension, and as it was only on occasion it was pretty fun! Another thing is that because these environments are 3D and not prerendered, there is motion in the (not so) static cam!! I know it's really simple but with subtle and smooth tilts and pans across some of the larger spaces, it made the areas feel so dynamic. It also reduced the need for so many camera angles as it could just move slightly to show more, so I never really found myself getting disoriented. Admittedly, it did take me a while to get used to the tank controls, as the only games that still have them are re0/re1make, and they’ve been refined, but once I figured out how to use my weapons properly, tank controls were pretty fun tbh. It makes me curious to play the ogs, and I’m definitely keen to try figure out a way to play them next year!

One thing I noticed that wasn’t as positive though, as this is an older game there are some spots where you can soft lock yourself in a corner or fuck yourself over with tedious insta kills. I remember the boss fight on the plane, I somehow fucked myself over entirely on that and was lucky to be able to brute force my way through it. There were some sections near the end that had me redoing the same sequence of events over and over because of an insta kill up ahead that was difficult to navigate. The worst of them all for me was the fact that Chris and Claire share item boxes - this makes sense and is pretty neat on it’s own, but this means if I wanted Chris to use a particular weapon or he was holding onto some healing that I really needed, I couldn’t access them unless I was willing to put them in the box and finish his sections without them if I wanted Claire to have them. There were some sections that I utterly fucked myself over with, and I because there’s no indicators of when the swaps are about to happen, how the hell was I supposed to know lol?? It’s obviously not that big a deal, as I did manage to finish it, but hmmm reeks of the bad side of this side of gaming…

Overall, despite some things that didn’t age well, in both story and gameplay, I had so much fucking fun with this and am looking forward to my inevitable replay. I know that I’ll beat my ridiculous time that was 50+ hours cause I forgot to turn my playstation off and left it running overnight a couple of times lmao

Lachrymal / I Love You https://youtu.be/8Yo1DAxPflo / https://youtu.be/nsrOHuGUipU

A Moment of Relief https://youtu.be/mxq5ymqPAsQ

Suspended Doll https://youtu.be/0CFBV424a7A

Re6

Wow, what a mess of a game… I’m sure anyone who knows of this game knows about the messy development schedule and how it kinda messed up everything (there's a good youtube video on it actually https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_uV6vCrBNY ) so I’ll spare that speil and just say: oh my god why do we need this many cooks.

This game is different to previous ones, in that there are campaign modes that have different but interwoven stories. The plot takes place over the span of about six months, though not every campaign takes up the whole six. The first one is of Leon and Helena, this is the closest to resi formula (think re4/5) - the second is Chris and Piers, which felt more like cod than resi - the third was Jake and Sherry, this one was surprisingly nice, kind of like a mix between the vibes in Leon and Chris’ campaigns - and the last one is Ada’s campaign, which aims to tie up all the loose ends. What loose ends, I honestly couldn’t tell you, because the plot was so strange and convoluted that I could barely follow, even after playing through every campaign myself and watching a few lore recaps. It's that bad. (I just watched another two lore recaps for this review just to make sure and man, I still don’t know what’s going on…)

In all honesty, this game is my least favorite so far. The soundtrack isn’t all that memorable, I found the gameplay to be ass and I didn’t know what was going on even as I was playing. Things just happened, and it often felt like plot points were competing with themselves on what could be more shocking instead of figuring out if anything made sense first. It’s clear that some hubris and the assumption that the name ‘resident evil’ would make it sell well, which sucks.

As I mentioned in my re5 review, 5 took so long for me to get into it, the start dragged on and it was only when the stupid plot stuff was stripped away and my main man Wesker started to reveal his plan for TOTAL GLOBAL SATURATION that I was really getting into it. Here for re6, I don’t think I even really had a moment where I could get behind anything. And I was trying, ok? I wanted to follow along and see whats going on, but everything was so ass that the most fun I had was making Leon trip over dead bodies and making everyone either do the tit-punch-of-life or a really homoerotic giving-of-the-tic-tac when I had dangerously low health. This review is going to be so long and vague cause that’s how the game felt, but to try stick to some kind of structure, I think I’ll just try to quickly recap each campaign and chuck out a few points I liked, and bitch about the things I couldn’t stand.

To start with, Leon and Helena’s campaign. This one tried to follow the more familiar resi formulas, with game pieces feeling similar to the Raccoon City outbreak and the whole gameplay path of ‘battle bioweapons, then they get increasingly more dangerous as you get deeper into it. Literally, cause you’re going underground into the pits of bioweapon hell.’ The familiarity of it was nice… I guess. I can’t commit to saying that it was nice, because honestly it was all stuff I’ve seen before, and it was done better in the other games! I did enjoy seeing Leon in his prime dilf-age, looking tired and miserable in his early middle-age, and I like that even though he’s clearly so jaded, there’s little flashes of that rookie cop who just wants to help despite it all. Helena was… fine. I just felt weird that she’s not familiar at all and it took way too long to figure out who she was and how she related to Leon. There’s a cathedral that you go to near the start of their campaign, and although the puzzles were a bit of a slog, I enjoyed the slower pace and having to work through it to open a secret underground. Leon’s campaign had some of the best music as well, two of the three song recs I’m doing are from his lol. This was probably the most straightforward of all the campaigns plot-wise, but it was still confusing, despite having it’s moments. I honestly think the most fun I had with this campaign was finding out Leon can trip over stuff and figuring out how to roll around on the floor. (I took a screenshot of his ass while he was crawling and then he looked back into the camera and now thats my playstation home screen :P) Overall…. Decent, but nothing original was good and nothing familiar was fun unfortunately.

The next campaign is Chris and Piers’. I have quite a few problems with this one tbh, mainly cause they did Chris so dirty. I don’t know what it is with resi developers absolutely fucking him over in some way but bruh. I think I understand him more intimately than you developers ever could and I am deeply upset at the blatant shoving aside of his trauma and ptsd when it could’ve been a really interesting development through the campaign and for his character. While I just complained about Helena being a new character and finding it hard to relate to her and all, Piers was a little easier for me. And no, its not purely cause he’s a cutie and I like his scarf thingy, it’s more because we got to see him in flashbacks and stuff working with Chris so we see HOW their relationship worked in more context than we got with Helena. Piers was good to have as a companion character, (I actually played him instead of Chris lmao) but my one major gripe with him was… why on earth did you pressure Chris into going back into the field when you can see he’s clearly in need of a real holiday where he’s not an alcoholic amnesiac. HE NEEDED HELP! WHY ARE YOU PUSHING HIM TO REMEMBER IN THE MOST TRAUMATIC WAY POSSIBLE???? Because their plot was sorta simple and most of their gameplay felt like a cod rip-off, I was kinda bored for most the playthrough. This campaign reminded me why I never really played gun games growing up lol. However.. To end this chunk on a better note, the final boss looked cool af even though it was weird, and the um. Very spoliery plot point regarding Piers in the boss fight was fun, it was just a shame that all these kinds of fights (where you’re fighting a giant creature of some kind) really dragged out. And iirc correctly I think that I had a similar situation to the Wesker fight in re5 where the finishing blow is one you have to initiate with a qte so I kept fighting way longer than I had to cause I was trying to deliver the final blow myself… I might be wrong on that but. Hmmmm

The Jake and Sherry plot was interesting. It had a lot of silly stuff going on, and a lot of the pacing was janky or dragged out, but I enjoyed them. I was so enamoured seeing Sherry all grown up, and that she still loves Leon and Claire for helping her out of RC, she’s just such a cutie! While she feels like a retread of Leon’s naive-rookie routine, she has enough of her own uniqueness that I genuinely enjoyed her for most of this. Jake on the other hand, while I didn’t hate him, it did take a while for me to come around. In all honesty, I think it was just hard for me to imagine him being Wesker’s illegitimate son… I for one love to sexualise Wesker cause I think it is the ultimate form of entertainment, however I cannot fathom him canonically doing acts that result in a child……. Sir he is like a ken doll down there his only attraction is to power, he gives the same lack of sex vibes that light yagami does. Regardless, Jake has some serious daddy issues, and although I actually really liked the scenes where he and Sherry got to talk a bit, especially as they meet up after being experimented on, it felt weird and sudden that Jake had such strong and swaying feelings about Wesker. It felt artificial, like it’s only written that way to make more drama or something, not to actually develop Jake as a character. By the end, I’m glad to see how far Jake did come as a character, both from going through all this hell and finding out so much about his father and the bioweapon world, and from working with Sherry and learning about how much hell she’s been through as well. In this aspect, I think the Jake/Sherry campaign was my favourite, as the plot felt the nicest and this was The Unique Story for this game; not Leon’s way too familiar and contrived plot, and not Chris’ shooty gun one. If this campaign was fleshed out better, and had competent writers, I feel it would’ve been nice to focus on these guys for the plot of the game, and have the rest of the campaigns be delegated into quick side stories or bonus things like the Ada campaigns in re4.

Then there’s Ada… I really liked just playing single player as a single person again, this forced two player means that you have shitty ai partners if you have no friends (like me :c). Honestly, I found these guys worse than Sheva in re5 - I don't know how that happens, but Ada being alone was a fresh breath. Up till this point, there were so many plot points that didn’t make sense and hadn’t been fully resolved yet, and I was hoping that Ada’s campaign would clear things up, but it didn’t really. I don’t know if it was a net zero on things cleared up or if I had more questions than answers after completing. I don’t have much more to add that I haven’t already said so. Lol Ada’s a cutie.

Overall, this game was so clunky, and I don’t just mean plot wise. The UI was fucking awful and it changed slightly with every campaign. A strange scrabble wheel to select weapons is not helpful, and coloured lights that don’t fucking mean anything to me is annoying as hell. I know I can’t compare it to the more modern games like re2make where I just loved the ui, but bro this was abysmal. There was also no map, you just click a button and it points to where you’re supposed to go, and to me it made the already linear and railroaded maps feel moreso. This game just sucks lol, I might play it again just to play the other characters in each campaign, but its not really worth it. I can tell you a massive part I won’t look forward to in replays is all the shitty qte, they’re ugly af and feel like massive fuck-you’s to the pacing and intensity of the gameplay. Re4 got it right and made them enhance the experience (although they didn’t need to be there, they were a nice addition imo) re5’s were… less good, but they tried I guess, and here in re6… god I hate them so much.

Oh and one last thing, one of the best parts of resi games is finding lore files across the environment and reading it IN THAT ENVIRONMENT. That doesn’t happen here. Instead there are these annoying blue medallions that you have to destroy and that unlocks lore files in an arcade cabinet screen outside of the game. Its shit. Re5 did this a bit, but it had a blend of some in game files and then BSAA documents to read from the menu outside the game. Why would they just get rid of everything and have all the lore files in a menu outside the game!! They’re not even interesting to read, and half the charm is coming across them in context! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Mercenaries Results Screen https://youtu.be/OR36QJnCS5E

Back for More https://youtu.be/mZ2SsWKls0A

Through the Fatal Gas https://youtu.be/9FiV9JF69Tw

RE7

This game is the soft reboot the series desperately needed. This was the game that originally piqued my interest in the series due to it being VR compatible. No, I did not play in VR, but I had a lot of fun regardless. I think I’d like to try playing it in VR and see how it changes the experience, as I noticed that the fov was really narrow and everything felt right on top of my nose and way too close in a not so fun way. This honestly gave me a bit of trouble with navigating the space, as it affected my in-game spatial awareness - though I’m also not willing to hold that against this game, as I haven’t really played many first person games like this, at least not recently. Overall though, once I kind of got a feel for it all, I had a pretty good time.

Being first person, the player is meant to assume a more projective role onto our protag, Ethan Winters. He’s simple, he’s boring, he has some of the worst one liners in response to the shit that goes on around him - I LOVE IT. I have a few things to say about the whole Ethan thing, but I think I’ll save it for the re8 chunk. The game’s premise is that you’ve lost your wife, Mia, and haven’t heard from her until just recently, where she gives her location. Ethan rushes over to Dulvey, Louisiana, where he comes across the Baker estate, and encounters all the mouldy horrors that await him. You have to make your way through the Baker family, while the estranged daughter Zoe tries to help you through the trials on the property until you can finally escape.

All in all, I liked this one and it was the scariest by far. I got pretty spooked on my fist few playthroughs of re1/2make, but here in 7 there were times where I ended up pacing around the room before I realised it and had to play in much smaller chunks than I usually do. I ended up watching a playthrough alongside my own, not to spoil myself but just to see that someone else made it through in a similar way that I did lmao. Just mad props all round for bringing horror back, and realising that the true horror was Americans all along.

While the Baker family as bosses were fairly unique, and the plotline with Eveline was interesting for the most part, the enemy designs were really bland tbh. The first couple of times you see a moulded, its gross as fuck and a good spook, but then as you get further into the game and keep seeing the same moulded enemies, it really wears thin. It felt like there were only two or three variants on the mould design, with only a couple of other little unique things to fight - that gets really really boring really really quickly. I thought we had all learnt by now that the more you see the mysterious scary monster, the less scary and more goofy it gets…

There also wasn’t that many puzzles tbh, but after how abysmal 6 was I was so happy to see anything that vaguely resembled a puzzle in this game lol. Instead, my main gripe is with Mia, and the weird shit that happens at the end. It’s hard to talk about without completely spoiling the game, but there was a lot that just didn’t gel with me, and seemed to follow the classic ‘everything unravels into madness’ towards the end.’ Despite that, I enjoyed it a lot, and even though there are other resi games I’d rather replay more than this one, I think I’ll enjoy coming back to it on occasion.

I also gotta squeeze in a quick appreciation for the tapes, I thought they were so clever and a great way to add tension in a unique manner. Great reboot and I highly recommend playing or watching a playthrough if this game catches your fancy, I don’t think you’ll be too disappointed.

Saferoom https://youtu.be/lvsxfgABQss

Main Menu https://youtu.be/I9T-1VMzcNI

Go Tell Aunt Rhody https://youtu.be/IHwnNbJkXNw

RE8

Whew, what a game. I was excited for this one to come out, and it was super fun to play it while it was fairly new. I say fairly, cause although I wanted very much to play it as soon as I got home from the shops, I unfortunately am an adult with things that take up my time so I couldn’t neglect all responsibility and play immediately. The three times I’ve played this already have more than made up for that. I had so much fucking fun with this game, that even though I have very real grievances with it, I’m willing to look past them a litlle cause I just had that good a time with it. I even streamed a playthrough on twitch, which was super fun, and I’m interested in replaying a few other resi games while I’m still in my uni holidays too.

You reprise your role of Ethan Winters, with significantly more spunk. Ethan’s been relocated to Europe now that he’s been reunited with his wife, and they had little baby Rosemary. The game starts up with their domestic stuff as you do the night routine and put Rose to bed, but just when you’re about to sit down to eat, Mia gets shot. A full on raid of the house as Chris Redfielf himself refuses to communicate and takes away Ethan’s baby right in front of him. The van he was placed in was destroyed, leaving him abandoned in the middle of a Winter-y nowhere, and he comes across the village. It’s here that you learn that Mother Miranda and the four lords have stolen your baby, and it’s up to you to get her back. Like!? That’s fucking awesome!

I mentioned something I wanted to talk about in regards to Ethan in the re7 section, and that would be the whole ‘projection onto protagonist.’ I know that it was a huge thing back in the 90s/00s, but I don’t think you can really get away with those kinds of games unless you have a custom character (even then, I’d still argue that). In RPGs with silent protags, even someone like Link from LoZ, they’re silent and were intended for the player to project onto them so that they feel part of the world and journey. I don’t think that can really happen though, as even silent protags can have quite strong personalities, which can break that ‘immersion.’ Ethan was intended to have this level of projection, however his personality in 7 was so boring and strange that pretty much everyone felt taken out of it. Also, if you want us as players to project onto him, why is he saying one-liners? Shouldn’t we have the option to choose what one liners we say, if we are truly meant to be ‘the protag?’ I think that the developers took that kind of criticism that was floating around from 7 and really fleshed out Ethan more in 8, and I appreciate that so much. Cause the fact is, I’m not Ethan Winters, but I sure as hell wanna make sure he gets his baby back. I appreciated that he felt much more like a person, and it honestly made some of his weird comebacks and dialogue feel better because they weren’t trying to go ‘oh but its you lol.’ The one thing that does bother me about Ethan here though, is the fucking lengths they go to to hide his face. I get it, he’s not supposed to be the star, but HE IS. Having distractingly obvious things such as drapes over mirrors, mirrors that are plain dirty or blacked out ect was silly in all the environments. I’d be willing to roll my eyes and get over it if we could’ve seen his face in the final cutscene, as the impact would’ve hit so much better if we could’ve seen his expression at the end of the game. Fuck man, I love this boring little dude, and these small and weird choices make it a massive roadblock for people to like him, which is clearly the opposite of what the devs were intending.

Back to the meat of the game - the four lords were all unique, both in their ‘realms’ and final battles, though it was clear that some were given way more attention than others. Lady D is obviously the fan favourite, her castle is super reminiscent of the spencer mansion from re1, and it was so fun exploring through it. I know I’m almost infamous for how cranky I get with modern stuff sometimes, and it feels like sometimes I’m the only one with these ‘outdated’ opinions, but this game got so much right. The attention to detail was so apparent in the castle, though I will say I loved stock sound effect #3 for the breaking vase sound.

Donna Beneviento is the next lord, and her house was really nice tbh, though I think it would’ve had a greater impact if she was at least swapped with Morau, as her schtick was that you were stripped of all your weapons and had to make it out alive. That kind of thing was effective, but not utilised well as it was so early in the game. If you’re going to strip me of my weapons and make me feel vulnerable, do it when I’ve gotten so reliant on them that it gives me a hard slap to the face to have them removed. However, I liked this, despite how short it was. It was fun playing hide and seek with da baby, and I liked the psychological attacks, I just wish she was given more… I feel she really fell flat and I flew through her section, especially after how grand Lady D’s place was, which was unfortunate. I would’ve liked to know more and spend more time with Beneviento, but alas…

Next is Morau, and he was just gross tbh lol. He was kinda sad and pathetic, which could elicit sympathy in some, but I was a bit more ehhh on this part. I remember exploring the village and having fun going ‘this feels like re4!’ but when I got to Morau’s boss fight I remember turning to my roommate and going ‘eugh, this feels like re6.” It was still unique and interesting, and ultimately it was more enjoyable than actual re6 boss arenas, so whatever.

The last lord, and my personal favourite, is Hiesenburg. He and Lady D had such a raw charisma that was so enthralling to watch, the actors did such an amazing job bringing these guys to life. Heisenburg’s battle theme was also one of my favourites, however his battle was one of my least favourites (can’t decide if I like it more or less than the Morau one…) I was saving my magnum ammo just for you ya manwhore, why did you have to turn into the kaiju mecha thing… Based on his powers with metal telekinesis, I thought I was going to have to get creative, but nah. Launch shit at his face with a scrappy handmade tank lol. At least the music was super banging. His factory was interesting, however it didn’t really feel like a resi location at times. There were some parts that felt like the science facility in 4 and the caves in 5, and while I enjoyed it immensely, it did feel just a little adjacent.

All in all, I loved going through the village, and all of the lords on the whole were super fun. I’ve had so much fun replaying that even though the story kinda falls flat for me, its a rare case of me enjoying it anyway. My gripes lay mainly with the main villain and Chris. Chris was done dirty yet again, and I’d like to formally request that capcom put him on the shelf or something until they figure out what they’d actually like to do with him before they destroy him even more. If looking like the saddest not-my-roderick in re7 wasn't enough, although he’s a smoking dilf here, he is so piss poor at communicating and makes some of the worst decisions ever that it frustrates me to no end. He really expected Ethan to just butt out of all of this, when from his pov this whole mess started with Chris raiding the house, murdering his wife in front of him and stealing his baby. There’s even a lore file (fuck yeah lore file!) that states that Ethan’s gone through military training at Chris’ request - how the fuck do you have this man who survived the Baker incident on his own with only the inherent gun knowledge that all Americans have, and whom you’ve now put through training, to just sit aside and be a civilian. He’s not a fucking civvy, he’s more tied up in this than you want to think, Chris, and it’d actually work more in your favour to let him fucking help and just support him. This is why Piers should’ve picked Chris up and sent him straight to rehab so he can work through his mental health and sober up. With the way things were going with the main antagonist, Mother Miranda, I thought that they were going to reveal that she has shapeshifted into being Chris to frighten and confuse Ethan.

Lets talk about Miranda, actually. She has the power to change her form, and she rules over this village like a religious figure, and her motivation is based on almost a century-long grief. It’s simple enough, but I felt that honestly it was a bit too simple in a plain way, especially compared with the kinds of backstories the four lords had. I liked Ethan standing up to her to fight for his baby back, and her many forms in the final fight were grotesque and fucking beautiful, but she felt like such a weak antagonist imo.

The worst offence for me though, is the way they tried to tie it all into the greater resi lore. There are lore files at the end that link her with the Eveline stuff from re7, that's fine and dandy, and I expected it would be closely linked with 7 since it shares protags. But there is this one file that completely retcons her into being the reason why umbrella exists. IT PISSES ME OFF SO FUCKING MUCH. I know this is just a video game and I shouldn’t care this much, but I do. It's bad, if you’re going to retcon it and make it that sloppy and ‘oh actually, she’s the reason lol’ then. Can you at least make her fucking origin story and motive stronger?

Sighhh…. I think I need to replay if I want to get any deeper into it cause it has been a few months now since I’ve played, but there are really big gripes I have with this game that pain me. Putting them aside though, this has been one of my favourite installments in the series. The fov and feeling like things were on the tip of my nose I brought up in 7 didn’t feel like that here, I don’t know if thats due to 7 being VR compatible and just meant to be played inside the helmet, or if they fixed up those kinds of things and really refined it here. Either way, I enjoy it, and my last pissy moment will be to say that the map was a bit eughhh, if you zoomed in or out too far it changed what kinds of thing you could see on the map, and it was really fucking annoying. I liked the whole hand drawn map aesthetic, but after being spoilt with how lovely the map was in re2r… bruh moment. One thing I really did love tho was that Ethan keep a dairy and draws little pictures for it and I think that’s awesome.

Highly, highly recommend playing, even if you haven’t played much resi before this, as its such a genuinely fun experience all around despite little things, and when you feel like you’ve got a grip over all the controls, boy does it feel good to play.

Yearning for Dark Shadows https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpp_1J2jyjs

The Final Movement (Hiesy battle fuck yeah!) https://youtu.be/c7opH26BQio

Soundtrack Trailer https://youtu.be/bDVcgOaVyqw

To close - I really love this series, and clearly have some strong opinions on them. I've really enjoyed playing this year, even though there were some parts that were slogs. I've almost completed my collection, only the two revelation games left :'( I will be sad to have played through my collection, and looking forward to playing more of the older games in some form or other. I have also been considering doing reviews of the movies, as I am a film student and all, and I've already seen most of them. I'll see if I can polish off the rest of them for next year, but for now, thanks for reading and look forward to more ramblings in the next instalment :P

#resident evil #rads reviews #resi rambles #re code veronica #re6 #re7 #re8

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I need longer than 7 minutes ⟿ Eren Jaeger x femreader [pt . 1]

Includes : swearing, making out, alcohol, lime, consumption, insinuation of marijuana [small reference].

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This’ll be a few parts, this is my lil re-creation. I tried to make it original, but I give creds to the person who originally wrote 7 minutes, she surly will be with us forever; I’ll never forget that story :D

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You run home from your last lecture in the English building; bag swinging and hitting your back while you sprinted across campus.

You didn’t expect to be held back twenty minutes after class; all because you got a B- on group work, your incompetent ‘buddies’ who had to help- didn’t. You did it all, in a week. Thankfully your professor had kept it somewhat short with you; letting you know you weren’t going to have to redo it.

That was besides the point though; you needed to get to the fraternity house, now. You had promised Jean and Connie you would help clean the house before people arrived. As you near the house, you pant, throat dry and your chest burns from running, your leggings made you sweat like a madman.

Running up the porch and fumbling with the doorknob, you swing open the door and see Connie, frantically grabbing cups from shelves and coffee tables, throwing them in a giant black bag and he begins shouting when you’re tossing your bag on the couch and tying your hair up, “What the fuck y/n!” He whines, “you know I don’t clean for shit!” He hollers, you snag the bag from him and he smiles childishly and plops onto the couch. Little shit. You pick up where he left off, dragging garbage by the arm into the bag.

“Maybe if you knew how to clean-” you start, Jean comes down the stairs, only in a towel, you roll your eyes, looking back at Connie, “maybe if you two got off your dead asses, you wouldn’t need me to clean for you.” You growl, steam practically flying from your ears, looking back at Jean, with that silly smile on his stupid face.

“You live here too.” Jean teasingly cackles, you huff and charge towards him, shoving a finger in his face. He looks down at you with a smug smile on his face.

“Used to- it’s not my fault I had no idea college relationships don’t work out.” He sticks his tongue out at you and ruffles your hair, stepping back and strutting away in his low hung towel.

‘I don’t get paid enough for this.’ You mumbled under your breath.

He turns a head before walking towards the staircase, “pshh, you used to be over here every day with Connie! doing whatever toxic couples do. And look at you, still here for him.” He teases, Connie laughs, throwing his head back and standing up, walking towards the kitchen.

“That’s because she still loves me.” He sneers, you drop the bag on the floor and head towards your bag, swinging it over your shoulder. The boys start towards you, begging for you to stay, “I didn’t mean it! Please help.” Connie begs, you comply and place your bag down once more.

“Yeah let me get dressed and I’ll help! Don’t leave us! Please.” Jean implores, quickly running up the stairs, followed by hearing a door shut. You continue cleaning up the downstairs rooms, cleaning what needed to be disenfected so on so forth. Jean did in fact help you, while Connie prepared the bar, and drank half of it while he was at it.

Finally stepping in front of the door, taking a gander at the clean and organized house, surfaces cleaned and dusted, the garbage needed to be emptied a total of twelve times by the time you were done.

You though- you were proud at the work you’ve done, disappointed at the fact you knew it would only stay like this for not even two hours, knowing this house would be full of kids like every weekend, “let me go back and get ready, I’ll be back in a little.” Before they get a chance to say anything, your ass is out the door and walking down the sidewalk to the neighboring dorms, the sun slowly disappearing, the skin turning a milky pastel pink and orange. Students walked, groups of people skateboarding, while most conversed amongst each other. You scurried into the dormitories where you resided and headed for the elevator, pressing it a few times before quickly opening, you step in and slam your two fingers on the floor of your room.

Finally reaching your floor, your feet quickly move down the hall, unlocking your door and slipping in, Historia sits in her desk chair, doing work, “hey Historia, wanna tag along?” You’re throwing your shirt off your head followed by your leggings, you two had changed in front of each other so many times, neither payed any mind.

“No, I’m behind on an essay, I’ll come next weekend I promise.” She pleads, you smile and wave your hand in the air dismissively while standing there half naked.

“Please! You know it doesn’t hurt my feelings, I just don’t want you crammed in here all the time by yourself, it’s unhealthy.” Hands deep in your drawers, you’re looking for a dress, she lets out a sigh of relief and drops her pen on her textbook, standing and walking towards me, opening another drawer.

“I know what dress you gotta wear!” She sings, you follow her hands, fingers strolling down the neatly folded clothes within her clothes drawer. She rips out a black bodycon dress which wasn’t longer than mid knee, with a nice dip in the v-line.

Graciously taking it from her hands, a small gasp and smile planted on your mouth as you slip it over your feet and thighs, shimmying your arms into the strings. Historia had quite a delectable taste of fashion, she had worn and worked every style she’s come across, “you look hot.” She places a love tap on your ass and you stick your tongue out, taking a good look at yourself in the mirror, turning around to look at your body.

Releasing your hair from the hair tie, you shake your hair out and brush it. Being cautious you’d run late again, Historia is picking out a perfume and matching lotion, spritzing you and you take the lotion out of her hands, squeezing the sweet flower smell into your legs and arms, “thanks roomie, please, reconsider; come with me.” You plead one last time, she shoves me playfully and points to her textbook.

“Next weekend, go. Don’t make Connie mad by being late.” You groan and slipping your feet into black platforms.

“You’ll regret saying that, I don’t like Connie.” You shut the door behind you. Walking back towards that elevator.

The sky was pretty much dark at this point, the party was twenty minutes from starting, and you had just walked through the front door as Connie was swinging it open, letting people know they could come in, a few boys sat on the couch. Jean could be seen pouring drinks for himself and probably his friends. “I knew I heard y/n!!” Jean cheers, jogging over to me and scanning his eyes up and down my figure, “looking- uh, sexy.” He coughs, shaking his head and the little bit of pink brushes his cheeks, handing me one of his drinks.

Marco leaps over the couch and jumps towards Jean, leisurely throwing an arm over his shoulder, “maybe you’ll finally get a piece tonight,” he nudges, you smack Marco upside the head and he mutters swears under his breath, pulling off of his friend, Jean rolls his eyes and takes a gulp of his drink, cocking an eyebrow.

“Who says I haven’t hit already.” Before the boys can even react, your knee meets his groin, kicking him, he screeches and falls to his knees, the room stays silent for the most part besides laughing, “alright! I haven’t hit it yet- Jesus y/n!” He hissed, rolling back onto his feet and practically limping out of the room. I turn around to see if the others got the warning, but instead see two boys standing at the front door, both staring at me with wide eyes and interested looks.

Both were tall; one blonde haired which covered his forehead, keen blue eyes, the other wore baggy sweats, a black short sleeve shirt, his hair was messily pulled back. You stand there like a ditz, kinda humiliated.

“Here- Eren, Armin.” Jean is coming from behind you, handing these men drinks, patting Eren’s shoulder all ‘buddy - buddy’ as they walk deeper into the house, you shake off the intense vibe you felt from the two and drink more of the flavored vodka. Your ears suddenly perk up like a dog when you hear Jean’s loud mouth from the kitchen, “oh that’s y/n, isn’t she just a gem? my nuts still hurt.” He laughs, the slight hint of sarcasm in his remark, you swing around and walk into the kitchen, interjecting yourself in their conversation; the three chat it up, Jean’s eyes land on yours and smiles like a brat.

You poke Jean in the side and smile at whichever Armin and Eren were, “Isn’t Kirsten so peachy, this is why I love him.” You giggle, the boys in front of you laugh; both absolutely stunning bright smiles, you could get used to their faces around here. You also wondered where they came from.

“Oh, to be Jean’s nuts right now.” The dark haired one jokes, arising laughter amongst the three boys. Your eyes practically fall out of their sockets, an immediate halt of poking Jean’s side, the little ball stood out, you were absolutely thrown off any train of thought you had. People start filling the kitchen, you were so frozen in feelings you looked so ridiculous, shaking it off with a little smile, you needed to flirt back, he started it.

“And don’t I wish I was that tongue piercing.” It was now their turn to be frozen in shock, the blonde one turning his head to look at the other, a little ‘Eren’ could be heard from his lips; ‘so that’s his name, he kinda looks like an Eren.’

The loud chatter and booming music has overtaken the house, it was getting harder and harder to hear a single conversation as more and more people filled the house.

Jean wraps an arm around me, “I love it when she’s bold, she only gets worse the more she drinks, be careful.” Jean gives me a tight side hug and you down the rest of the liquid in the cup, I had stunned Eren into silence, Armin broke that silence with a small laugh. What Jean said was true, I had a small track record of flirtatious behavior when I had enough liquid courage.

Eren smiles at you, “so intense, let’s get them a room already.” Your eyes peel off Eren’s, Sasha stood there with a bottle in her hand, a huge smile on her face, “it’s like a staring contest over here, what’s happening guys?!” She hollers over the music, poking my boob a few times, you swat her finger off your tit and she giggles, hiccuping, she was much more intoxicated than yourself.

“I was just getting more to drink, gimme gimme’” you snatch the bottle out of your friends hand and pop open the cap, “I hope to see you all later, I plan on us all playing a little spin the bottle or something.” You swallow, Armin tilts his head and looks at you.

“Isn’t that for high schoolers?” He asks, a smile on his face, you lean in close, your head right between both Eren’s and Armin’s ears, they subconsciously lean in to hear what I have to say.

“With a twist.” You hum, pulling away and following Sasha towards the basement stairs, personal tequila bottle in tow and ready to drink.

An hour later you’re faltering towards the couches and sliding down onto your wobbly knees, Connie and Jean rounding up the people we are closest too in the basement, dizzy and laughing at practically every little thing in sight, Sasha and Mikasa sat to your left and right, equally or less drunk as yourself.

Our friend group sits on the floor in a giant circle and you stand, “okay my friends, I figured we could do a little something different this weekend.” You announce, the room falling somewhat quiet as they listen to you, “we’re gonna play spin the bottle, but instead of just regular old spin the bottle, if one spins and it lands on the other, they can head into the closet for seven minutes, but when your turn comes again, or that person that you went into the closet with previously, you go into the bedroom for a timed thirty minutes. No backing out.” You didn’t even catch Eren making himself comfortable next to Jean and Marco, Armin sitting on the couch behind Connie also planning on participating.

Eren had noticed you though, standing there with that half empty bottle and your tight dress, your messy makeup which he found beyond sexy. He couldn’t stop thinking about how you told him you wished he was his piercing, no girl had ever been so outgoing and bold. Although he was slightly stoned, and definitely drunk, he couldn’t rip his eyes off you; he sat on the ground intrigued, “I’ll do the first spin.” Sasha gushes, grabbing the empty beer bottle and giving it a strong spin.

It spins and spins, you sat pretty on your knees and wait for it to land on someone; an eternity later it’s pointing between Mikasa and Jean. He was jumping onto his feet in an instant, you knew Jean so well that it was impossible for him to act cool, he was freaking the fuck out. Mikasa stands and pushes Jean towards the closet, he stumbles, drunkenly tripping over his feet and we all laugh at him, they go in and I set a timer, starting it immediately.

We all talk and laugh, Connie and Marco had their ears pressed against the door like perverts, “hey pervs! Quit it you two!” Sasha shouts, they leap away from the door and soon enough the ringing plays to signify the end of the long 7 minutes, you stand and knock on the door, Jean comes out first, dizzy and face flustered, totally beyond repair. Then Mikasa following behind him, perfectly fine but with a domineering smirk plastered on her face. We cheer and Jean plops down on the ground, the boys patting and laughing, congratulating him.

I go, spinning the bottle and anticipating the stop, when it finally comes to a stop, my eyes follow the top of the bottle stopped right between the legs of Connie and Eren, seeing both staring at me, ‘ooh’s’ and laughing fill up the room, there was no way I was going into that room with Connie. “Rock paper scissors!” Jean shouts, I slap my hands over my face in embarrassment, my luck I’d be stuck with Connie who would probably just start a fight with me.

You peek your eye through your fingers and see the two boys play it out to see who would get to go into the closet with me.

Connie one- Eren two.

Your hands drop into your lap, feeling lightweight, almost like you were floating, a mixture of both anxiety and excitement flickering in your stomach, he was so intimidating and you felt tiny in front of him- in all honesty, flirting was one thing. You stand up hesitantly and walk towards the closet, his body blocking you from being able to see your friends one last time. He shuts the door and wastes no time looping his arm around my waist, pulling me into his rock hard chest, looking up at him and begin to gnaw on your bottom lip as he cops a feel of your ass; his strong hand groping your ass, hand rubbing and squeezing, “eager are we?” You tease, he hums and continues.

You were spiraling under his strength. He walks both of you backwards until your back is hitting the wall, dipping his head down to your ear, “what happened to the tough guy act?” He purrs, you shiver, his hand moving from your ass and down your thigh slowly, “you wanna kiss me?” He asks quietly, forehead pressed against yours, you respond with a little nod, his lips instantly meeting yours, your eyes shut and it only becomes more messy as seconds pass, his hand that was once on your thigh was now separating them, sliding his thigh in place between your legs; pinning you. While his thigh sat between yours, you could feel the growing erection poking your leg; which he paid no mind, this was about you. His left hand behind your neck, thumb caressing back and fourth on your jawline softly whilst fixing his right hand back on your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

His body was warm, nose drinking up his vanilla scent, he tasted good, vodka completely soaked your tastebuds, the faint aroma of weed could be tasted in your nostrils from his clothes. Your hands loosely around his waist feeling up his back muscles only slightly.

The metal bud on his tongue keeping you enticed, colliding with your own tongue, it was like a little magic ball that could instantly have you on your knees; sparking these new and mysterious sparks within your body which you wanted more of. It was fun to play with.

He slowly pulls away, a string of saliva dragging from his lips to yours, he licked his lips, you kept your eyes on that piercing like an owner holding his pets treats in his hand, “I need more than seven minutes.” He grunts, your swollen lips begging for his again.

You were going feral, the tips of your fingers teasingly touching the hem of his sweatpants, feeling his boxers underneath, “you’re a good kisser Eren, wonder what else you’re good at, hm?” You whisper in his ear, he was tense, body still latches onto yours so you could feel the flexing of his muscles.

“I would tear yo-” our heads snap to the side, the knocking on the closet door, that was seven? Already? He pulls off of you, immediately feeling cold, your hand coming to your mouth so you can wipe it and somewhat look composed. Like nothing happened, he’s swinging the door open and cockily walking out, you walked out beside him, the girls overwhelmed with cheery grins and jaws hitting the floor, the boys ‘oohing’.

“Was it good?” Mikasa questions, tugging at your arm so you could sit in your spot, you look at her with devilish eyes.

“I’m taking that as a yes, he looks high and mighty don’t he?” Sasha chuckles, you glance at Eren who is looking at you with low, seductive eyes. You gulp and explode, looking at the floor and feeling like all eyes were on you.

“Next person!” Jean shouts. We all prepare for ourselves for the next round.

Fifteen minutes later, after Marco and Sasha had completely demolished each other’s necks in the closet, plus Connie and a random girl spending an odd eleven minutes in the closet after we all pounded on the door to get them out; God knows what they did in that closet. You look for who’s turn it was next; it was finally Eren’s turn to spin.

You were rather... irritated; he was gonna get to please some girl with his mouth the same way I was so blessed to have bestowed upon me. You drink from the bottle, drowning your new attitude. Now everyone is shock, leaping to their feet and jumping around like teenagers, you look around and Eren is walking towards your sitting body, your messy and drunken eyes looking up at him confused, “looks like we get our thirty minutes.” He smirks, your eyes bulge and you quickly stand to your feet, what luck!

Walking down the small hall of the basement, your back only barely touching his front side as he’s pushing himself through the doorframe, you push the door shut with your foot and pick up right where you left off.

“I’ll need more than thirty minutes.” You stand in shock at him ripping his shirt off his head. His finger touching your chin before being able to stare at his body, “get on your back princess.” He starts, gently pushing your back onto the bed.

“I need to taste you, please.”

#eren yeager #7 minutes eren #eren jaeger #attack on titan #aot x reader #eren aot #lime

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13 minutes || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero (therefore aged up)!katsuki bakugou x fem manager!reader

* genre: pro-hero!au, smut, this is the longest warning section i’ve ever written, mainly pwp, fluff at the end :>

* words: 2,266 of all this fiLTH

* warnings: AGED UP KATSUKI, ugh tumblr deleted my super long tags so now i must redo them, this is very long & filthy, whew let's go, dom!katsuki, sub!reader, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, office sex, reader is bent over the desk ofc, master/sir kink, a little pet play (he calls reader pet/kitten), dirty talk, degradation, fingering, breast/nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (how contradicting), cunnilingus (f receiving), cum eating (both ends), talks of safeword/colour system but no actual usage, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (pls use protection irl!!), creampie, reader is kinda masochistic, pussy slapping, crying sex (no angst here tho), hair-pulling (m receiving if it matters), implied subspace, aftercare !! the best part !!

* a/n: so tumblr messed up sO much while i tried to post this, so i hope you like this! ty @toishi for sticking with me and all of my ramblings while writing this! (and ofc @dylanxmin for her lovely support!!) this is a VERY spicy thing, and almost had actual plot before i cut it out. if you like this, i may do a fluffier pt 2!! enjoy!

being a pro-hero's manager has its perks. the pay's good, the coworkers are pleasant, and travelling is pretty fun. to you, the best part is that you get to see your boyfriend of three years every day.

you've been dating pro-hero ground zero secretly, and you happen to be his manager. honestly, the latter came first in chronological order, but that doesn't matter anyway.

you first encountered ground zero (or as he was called back then, katsuki bakugou) during your time in the business course at ua. he bumped into you quite ungracefully, cursed at you, pushed past you, then let a startled but apologetic kirishima to apologize. it was fate, in kirishima's words.

such fate led you to manage ground zero five years ago, after slowly climbing your way up from managing smaller heroes to finally reaching the popular ones. bakugou had been the only popular hero with a manager opening; you learned why soon after being hired.

the spiky haired hero had a short fuse and a tendency to cuss. he was picky, indecent, and often reckless with his public image; the calmest you'd ever seen him was when he blew up villains and screaming "die."

however, things change - things change a lot. five years later, you're here: katsuki mumbling sweet things into the crook of your neck as his hands tease the waistband of your pencil skirt.

"katsuki, we can't- you have a meeting in fift- hng-!"

his lips find yours quickly, effectively quieting you down. you're sitting on katsuki's desk - a polished cherry wood thing that took too many weeks to find - as he towers above you, pinning you to your spot.

katsuki pauses, and pulls back, licking his lips. "sounds like a you problem."

"we really can't, this meeting is really important-" bakugou's fingers nimbly find their way under your skirt, deadly close to your panties. he really isn’t paying attention to you.

"and i'm the star of the show, the number one pro-hero-" if he hears you mutter 'that's midoriya,' he ignores you and continues, "-aren't i the most important one here?" his fingers rub your clothed clit, smirking at your audible gasp.

"k-katsuki, no-" you know he can feel the wet patch growing on your panties; from the way his determined eyes lock on yours, you know he won't be finished until you are too.

"how long do we have now, love?”

"thirteen minutes, but-"

"you're going to cum for me three times in the thirteen minutes we have."

it's not a question; it's a fact. you are going to cum three times in the next fifteen minutes.

“once on my fingers,” he puts a finger up, “once on my tongue,” another finger, “and once on my cock. the only thing you have to worry your pretty head about-“ he leans in close to your ear, voice dropping a couple octaves, “-is keeping quiet enough.”

his fingers push your panties to the side with ease and play teasingly with your wet folds. he circles your clit with his middle finger slowly, dragging out each languid movement with a smirk on his face. you flush at the lewd, wet noises he elicits from your pussy. you know that his fingers are coated in your arousal.

you look down in embarrassment, gripping the edge of the desk, and stare at the cotton material of your pencil skirt.

"slut." the word is spat from katsuki's mouth. his hand holds your chin; his touch barely ghosts your skin, but the command still exudes dominance. he tips his hand up, so you're looking into his intense eyes.

"look at me, slut." the word is emphasized by the plunging of three fingers in your wet core. you whine, unprepared by the sudden intrusion. your legs move uncomfortably against the fabric of your skirt, which restricts you from spreading open your legs wider. you want to clamp down on katsuki's hand, but you know that that won't end well.

"patience, kitten." either by intuition or his own frustration, he speaks up gruffly. "all in due time." his thumb starts to knead your aching bud as he thrusts in and out, knuckle deep in your pussy. glancing at the clock, he grows impatient, quickly attempting to unbutton your blouse before ripping off the rest entirely. you'd normally protest - you liked that blouse - but you find yourself falling short of words at the pressure on your pussy. katsuki goes at a more rigorous pace, thrusting fast and deep while his free hand snakes itself under your bra to play with your nipple. the added stimulation has you keening to his touch, suddenly aware of his every touch. he pulls your bra cup down, freeing your breast and bending down to to encapsulate the hardened bud in his mouth. his tongue circles your areola and flicks your nipple; meanwhile, his pace on your pussy hasn't relented.

soon, you feel the telltale feelings of pleasure bubbling through your body. you tense against him, gasping out his name and clawing at his back. your knees buckle as your climax washes over you, making your body go limp in his hand. bakugou lets go of your nipple with a popping noise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his other hand pulls out, and he outstretches three cum-soaked fingers to you, an unspoken code for "suck." you open your mouth obediently, sucking your salty juices off his slim digits.

"fuck," he cusses, eyes blown out wide in lust. "so fuckin' obedient for me, hm? such a fuckin' whore for your master."

you let go of the fingers in your mouth and nod.

his non-wet fingers grip the bottom of your skirt. "off. now."

"yes, master." you feel his eyes pierce you, watching you unzip your skirt and panties and let them pool around your legs. he holds you steady as you step out of the garments and toss them to the side.

"sit up." he taps the desk lightly.

"it'll get w-w-"

"did i stutter?"

"n-no, master."

he hums while you acquaint your bottom with the cold, hard wood of his desk.

"colour system, love?" his voice gets soft and he breaks the hard persona. his eyes are gentle, searching yours for any speck nervousness or hesitancy.

"green for 'i'm good, keep going,' yellow for 'slow down,' and red for 'stop.'"

"and if you can't speak?"

"three taps for red, two for yellow."

"what's your colour right now?"

"green, master."

his face hardens at the title. "always a good pet for me, aren't you?"

you nod. "yessir."

he spares another glance at the clock on the wall. "you're going to be a fucking good slut for master in the next 7 minutes, understand?"

"y-yessir."

"what was that, pet?"

"yessir."

"better be. spread." his fingers gesture to your legs.

he kneels before you, your drenched core spread out and on display for him at eye-level.

"so wet," he marvels, making your face heat up. like this, you're completely exposed to him; your breasts free from your bra, nipples hard against the cool air, and your pussy glistening under the light of his office.

he licks a long stripe up your folds, testing the waters. by now, the original intensity of your previous orgasm had worn off; despite this, when his tongue met your clit, you found yourself reaching for his hair, gripping it tightly. he groans into your pussy, poking his appendage through your folds and administrating kitten licks up and down your inner lips to slurp up whatever juices were left. the teasing doesn't last for long, however. he starts to suck harshly on your clit, making you buck into his face in overstimulation and surprise. you cry out at his unceasing ministrations, tugging on his hair and your toes curling. the overstimulation is too much; pain mixed with white hot pleasure blinds you. the lips closed against your clit go hard; you're not even sure how katsuki can breathe going at such a pace. the pain starts to blend into pure pleasure. you throw your arm over your mouth in attempt to stifle your noises, eyes shut tight. you feel tears line your eyes as you cum again, katsuki's tongue pressed flat against your pussy. the pleasure is five times more intense now; you cry out, sure anyone standing outside heard, and clutch katsuki's hair as you recover from your orgasm. your pussy convulses violently, and you pant in a similar manner.

"k-katsuki- master- i-" you breathe hard.

"one more for me, okay?" he rasps into your ear. "i know you can take it, kitten. so good for me..." his chin and lips shine with your essence.

you nod, spreading your sore legs further apart.

"colour?" he checks, hands starting to reach for his belt.

"green."

he nods and unbuckles, pulling his pants and boxers down to reveal his cock. katsuki leans in, hot breath fanning against you as he peppers kisses on your clavicle.

"you're gonna be a good cocksleeve for master, yeah? gonna be all fuckin' tight and wet for me?"

you whimper a shaky "yes," the head of his cock nudging your folds.

he eases his full length into you, the stretch always being something you always need to get used to. katsuki's not particularly girthy, but for what he lacks in girth he makes up in sheer length. he pushes in gently; it's clear on his face he wants nothing more than to ravage you, but he understands your needs.

"f-fuck," you gasps as he bottoms out.

"ring ring ring," the tone of katsuki's phone rings through the room.

you lean over the desk, reading the caller id.

"it's horikoshi corp?" you say to katsuki.

"pick it up." there's a mischievous gleam in his eyes, but there's no time to dwell on it before you pick up the call.

"is this the office of ground zero?" a male voice asks through the line.

"yessir-" katsuki starts moving inside you, to which you bite your lip. "h-how can i help you?"

"this is regarding the meeting scheduled for today?"

"y-yes?" you gasp, flinging a hand over your mouth as bakugou starts thrusting into your core roughly.

"i'm terribly sorry to say this, but it appears that our boss has come down with food poisoning from lunch."

"don't- don't worry about it-" your knuckles are white gripping the edge of the desk, and you're slightly bent over it.

katsuki continues to hammer into you, speed increasing quickly.

"could we reschedule to friday, at 1:30pm?"

your mind skims through katsuki's friday schedule. "u-um... y-yes-! that can be arranged..." you're not sure if he can hear the wet slapping noises coming from your end of the line - but the thought of him knowing your dirty deeds with katsuki made you even wetter.

"alright, thank you!" the man sounds relieved. "goodbye."

"bye!" you half slam the phone down on the receiver, chest heaving.

"it's your lucky day, huh, kitten?" katsuki purrs smoothly.

you nod, pressing yourself onto his desk so you're bent over it for him.

"such a fucking slut," you can hear the pride in his voice. "you like that, yeah? i can feel you clenching all around me. you're my fuckin' cockslut, right?"

your head bobs rapidly up and down. "yes, master- i'm-" you feel the familiar heat start to bubble in the pit of your stomach.

"don't you dare fucking cum yet," he growls in your ear, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust.

he presses you even harder into the desk, your breasts pushed up against the cold wood.

"k-katsuki...!”

"my little pain slut, isn't that right?"

"y-yes-! f-fuck, master-"

he slaps your clit, making a loud, wet sound resound through the room.

it almost sends you over the edge. almost.

"don't- cum-" katsuki grunts in between thrusts.

you're so close it almost hurts. the pleasure overwhelms you; you shut your eyes tight to distract yourself, but you can only hear the sound of katsuki's heavy breaths and his cock slamming into you.

"katsuki- master- please, i can't-" tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. the pleasure is just too much, beating into you incessantly.

"you can, and you will," he orders, voice firm.

"k-ka- ka-" you blubber, tears dropping from your cheeks. you know you won't be able to hold it much longer; your pussy aches in need of release. "pl- pl, ka-"

"cum." it was the only word you needed to find yourself toppling off the edge, euphoria rippling over you violently. tears stream down your cheeks, cum gushing from your heat. you're as limp as a doll in katsuki's arms, slumped against his desk. your pussy throbs, contracting violently - somewhere amidst your orgasm, katsuki had finished as well. your cheeks are wet, blouse thrown somewhere on the ground. your breathing is shaky as katsuki picks you up, stroking your hair delicately.

"hey, honey," he kisses your forehead softly.

you mumble incoherently, eyes drooping shut.

"you did so well for me... i didn't hurt you, did i?"

"no, 'suki.... 's good.... i liked it a lot..." you nuzzle into him, his body warmth comforting. katsuki smells of vanilla and caramel, a sweet combination that feels undeniably like home.

you don't remember many of the next events well; everything blurs into a haze. you feel him gently thumbing your tears away, slipping your skirt and panties on and buttoning up one of his extra dress shirts on you.

the last thing you hear is a gentle "i love you," and before you know it, you're drifting asleep.

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xoxopandapanda · 3 years

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InuKag Week 2021: Day 6

Day 6: Transformation

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“What are you going to do with that?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it.”

“You’ve got twig arms. I’ve got to worry about it because it’s going to become my problem soon.”

Kagome spun around, waving the screwdriver in the air at Inuyasha, her stupid friend who was judging her more harshly than he had any right to. “I’m redecorating my bedroom. Not you, so butt out already.”

Inuyasha crossed his arms and stared down at her. “Okay,” he said slowly, “you’re redecorating, but that shelf isn’t level at all, so I’ve got to fix it.”

Kagome snarked back at him. “The shelf isn’t even on the wall; I’m just putting in the screws to hold it up!”

“Sure, but those screws aren’t in a straight line. Did you even check before you started? Or are we going for an abstract, everything-is-glued-down look? Because shelves have to be level in order to work properly.”

She felt her ears begin to burn from embarrassment. She had forgotten to check. She measured from the wall, and apparently, according to his keen eyesight, had miscalculated and not had the tape measure very level. Kagome turned around and looked at the offending screws sticking out of her wall. Man, they weren’t even close to level.

She scratched the top of her head and tried to figure out what to do. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to ask Inuyasha for help, even though he clearly saw that she needed it now.

Here she thought she was a big girl who could do a room transformation all on her own without help, but it was appearing that she was very wrong about that idea.

Inuyasha was rifling through her hardware supplies, clearly trying to figure out what exactly she had at her disposal for the completion of the project. “Do you have any putty?”

Kagome looked over her shoulder at him. He had stolen one of her scrunchies and tied his hair up, clearly now feeling invested in helping her with her project. Kagome wanted to scream. She didn’t know who she was under the impression she was going to impress with redoing her whole room by herself, but here she was, annoyed that Inuyasha was now going to spend his weekend with her, fixing her mistakes.

“Any what?” She asked.

“Putty. To fill the unnecessary holes you put in the wall.”

“Uh, no.”

Inuyasha stood up and surveyed her room with a careful eye. “What exactly are you planning on doing in here?”

Kagome shrugged. “New shelves. Put up pictures. Change where the bed is. Maybe paint it a new color.”

Inuyasha looked down the hall to the living room where she had last night removed her bed, desk, and dresser to. “You could have asked me for help moving the furniture, you know. Hell. We could have roped Miroku into helping too probably.”

“I’m a big girl, Inuyasha. I can do things on my own if I want.” Kagome huffed at him.

Inuyasha looked back at her, his eyes showing how little he believed her. “You’re a pretty small girl, Kagome. There’s a reason we use you to crawl through windows when Miroku locks us out.”

“It’s a saying, stupid.”

“If anyone’s stupid here, it’s the girl who thinks painting comes after hanging shelves.”

Okay. That one stung. Kagome felt herself start to flush all over again, realizing that he was right. She was going about this all wrong. Maybe she should have completely decided what she wanted to do before she started on her project.

So, she turned the conversation back on him. “I thought you were going to be out of town this weekend.”

“I thought you were going home to spend time with your mom.”

“Plans changed.”

“Same.”

Touché. Kagome knew she wasn’t going to get anymore information out of him. She could press at him as to why he had let himself into her apartment today, but he did it so often she didn’t think anything of it.

He may have lived two buildings over, but he had known her since the beginning of high school and had never been the type to knock on doors for permission to enter.

Hell, he used the toilet while she was in the shower if he was so inclined.

“Mom had a college friend come into town, so she won’t be home. I’ll go back and visit a different time.”

Inuyasha nodded, still looking around her room.

Kagome decided to prod. “And you?”

“Saw your car didn’t leave last night so didn’t go anywhere.”

Oh. She realized he didn’t have any plans; he just didn’t want to get roped into going to visit her family too. Fair enough. Grandpa probably would have given him chores to do or Souta would want him to play a sport game with his friends. Her family was very attached to him, and as much as she knew he loved them, there was only so much he could handle.

Especially if she wasn’t available to save him.

She went back to her new weekend plans. “I wanted to do something different and I’ve been here for almost a year and haven’t hung up pictures.”

“Clearly, you’ve never hung anything up if that shelf attempt is any indication.”

Kagome scowled at him. “Are you just here to insult me?”

“No,” he shrugged. “I wanted to go out to lunch with you.”

“Oh,” Kagome put down her screwdriver. “Let me change and we can go. Ramen?”

Inuyasha nodded. “Then we’ll go to the hardware store.”

Kagome paused, inquisitively looking at him.

He walked towards the door and slid on his shoes, waiting for her to follow. “You don’t have anything you need to finish your ‘room transformation’.”

Kagome nodded meekly, realizing that he was for sure going to be helping her with her weekend project.

It turned out to be nice to have Inuyasha present to help her redo her bedroom. He was very proficient in repairs – something she was previously unaware of – and even more help with putting up a new coat of paint on her walls.

His height made it easy for him to put up level shelves, and he quickly put together the new furniture she had bought online to make better use of her space.

As Sunday evening rolled around, Kagome was thoroughly impressed with how far they had managed to come.

“The last thing to do is put the furniture back in.” Kagome looked at her fresh, new, and lovely bedroom. What a difference a coat of paint and new light fixtures made.

Inuyasha was already hauling in her dresser, making her feel guilty for leaving the heavy work to him. “Where does this go?”

Kagome pointed to the wall, and the two squabbled as he brought in the last pieces and Kagome tried to help him.

There was a lot of “You’re going to hurt yourself.”, “Stop, you’re in the way.”, and “I would like you to not please.” coming from Inuyasha.

Kagome in turn kept spitting out, “I can help too, you know!”

The bed made, the room sweet smelling from a new spring candle, and the soft evening breeze drifting through the room, Kagome flopped down and sighed from sheer happiness.

“I cannot thank you enough, Inuyasha! It is everything I wanted and then some.”

Inuyasha laid down next to her, his head to the side to look at her. “I think level shelves help the look quite a bit.”

Kagome smacked his chest with the back of her hand but couldn’t hold back the laugh at his comment. “Yeah,” she agreed, “I like not having to glue everything down on a shelf very much.”

“I would hope so. You’re strange, but not that strange.”

“Hey, just because I glued my name tag down to my desk and superglued my phone number to your backpack doesn’t mean I’m strange.”

Inuyasha cocked an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure it does.”

Kagome rolled her eyes and sat up, lifting her arms above her head to stretch out her shoulders and back. “Well, as a thank you, I will make you dinner. I hope you want hot pot.”

“Is hot pot the only thing you can make?”

“I was going to have curry-“

Inuyasha cut her off quickly. “Hot pot sounds nice.”

Kagome smiled to herself, liking how she was able to at least win that argument with him, and headed towards the kitchen. He was insistent on helping her cut vegetables and set up the table for the meal. They fell into the comfortable conversation that had held over them the weekend.

It felt nice to share a meal together. It had been a very long time since Inuyasha had sat down and had food with her at her place. They normally went to restaurants or to a food truck when he got off of work. The comfortable simplicity of the meal made Kagome’s heart ache.

She had loved him for so long, but he was just her friend.

But still, he had spent his whole weekend entertaining her by redoing her bedroom.

Kagome took a sharp breath, causing Inuyasha to look up from his bowl at her inquisitively. “It’s good to know you’ll be able to fix up our future home.”

Inuyasha’s stare scared her. Maybe she should have said anything. Oh god. What had she done?

Before she could try to laugh it off, he replied, matter-of-factly. “It’s good to know you’ll fix up meals in our future home.”

Kagome smiled back at him, nodding her agreement. “We’ll make a good home.”

“Yeah,” Inuyasha agreed.

The comfortable casual conversation resumed. He talked about his project at work, and his experience with having to work with Miroku, who apparently was a bigger troublemaker than he was.

Kagome nodded along, but she was thinking about how this weekend was supposed to be a room transformation, but her life was what had transformed.

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kaitycole · 3 years

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we meet again

Summary: Simeon promised you that you’d see each other again after you left Devildom, but that was four years ago. What happens when you finally see each other?

Pairing: Simeon x gn!reader

Word Count: 2065

Warnings: Angst to fluff

A/N: Simeon deserved better after the angst piece I wrote with him a while ago. I finally wrote it @angelprotectress

It’s been nearly four years since the exchange program and your time in Devildom ended, leaving behind friends who were more like family. Sure, you have your memories and all the goodbye gifts that you had gotten, but it just wasn’t the same as when all of you were together.

Since you left, you had seen each demon brother twice, they had come up with a rotating schedule that allowed you to see a few each year, something about not being able to all visit at once or often due to some worry of too many demons being in the human realm at any given time. The angels on the other hand, you hadn’t seen at all, apparently Michael wasn’t too keen on allowing angels to the human realm, the Lilith situation still a fresh wound up there.

While you loved seeing the brothers and Solomon when he happened to swing by, you missed the angels a lot, mainly Simeon. You knew that it wasn’t going to be possible, that someone would tell you not to, Lucifer to be exact, but before you had time to weigh out the consequences, you had fallen head over heels for an angel.

* * Things were still overwhelming, to say the least, by the time you learned that there were angels were part of the exchange program. It wasn’t like you had been expecting much, to be honest you weren’t still convinced this wasn’t a dream, but the way the dark haired, blue eyed angel took your breath away was completely unexpected.

From that moment on, the two of you were inseparable, purposely finding reasons to see one another. Your head always found his shoulder whether you were sitting or standing next to each other, one of his arms around you and whenever your hands brushed, your fingers would instantly tangle together. Half way through the exchange program, you were just a blur at House of Lamentation, spending all of your free time in Purgatory Hall and staying most nights in Simeon’s room.

A few of the demon brothers, along with Luke and Solomon, seemed to support the two of you, however Lucifer, Belphie and Diavolo didn’t seem to share that sentiment. And while none of them verbally voiced their disapproval, they didn’t have to because the disappointment filled looks did that for them.

So, when it was time for you to leave Devildom, it was a lot harder than you originally thought it would be. You had been able to hold in most of the tears that had been threatening to fall from your eyes, until you got to Luke, who gave you the warmest smile as he hugged you and by the time Simeon came up to you, you were a mess.

He pulled you into his arms, making a soft shushing sound in your ear as he gently ran his hand up and down your back. When you had calmed down a bit, he promised you that he’d see you again, that he’d wait for you which only made you cry harder and it wasn’t long before Asmo had started crying with you. Right before you left, Simeon handed you a box, telling you not to open it until you got settled back in the human realm and with one last kiss, the two of you were separated.

* * You look down at the mug in your hand, a small smile touching your lips as you read the words that are printed on the bottom of the mug: I love you. It had a companion piece, the other mug said “to the moon & back” which you found rather fitting for your current situation.

In the box Simeon had given you, it had the mug in your hands and one of the matching tea cups from the set you gifted him for his birthday. He wrote in his letter that while he hated dividing the sets, the mix and match sets fit your relationship, two pieces of a set separated. He also instructed a few different times to use either the tea cup or mug, that way you both were using them at the same time. He always thought of unique things like that, something that you instantly loved about him.

Even with the cups and shared times to use them, even with the soothing words of his letters that you now had memorized, even with that little hope that you’d see each other again, it’s still hard to get through each day. You start to wonder just how lonely you looked to your coworkers and friends, your days were strategically planned out. Not to mention that fact that you turned down every date set-up offered you even though you had no way to prove there was someone in your life. But did you have someone? It’d been four years and you’d received nothing from Simeon and every time you asked, the demon brothers told you they had barely seen since him and didn’t have a message from him either.

You place the mug on the counter, the contents had gotten cold the deeper you had gotten lost in thought. You grab your keys and phone, heading out of your apartment, taking your time to walk down the sidewalk. It’s your birthday and some small part of you was hoping that Simeon could at least surprise you just this once. You find yourself wandering into a small café, taking a seat at one of the high-top tables, sighing as you relax your shoulders.

“Is this seat taken?” “No.” Your eyes don’t look up from Simeon’s letter, sure you could recite it by memory, it was comforting to see his handwriting even if the pages were withered and the edges faded.

“That must be from someone special.”

Your head snaps up, the voice sounding a bit too familiar for you to ignore, tears start to blur your eyes as they meet a beautiful pair of blue eyes. Your voice cracks and jaw trembles, “Sim?”

“I told you that we’d see each other again, didn’t I?” He slowly walks around the table and you quickly throw your arms around him, afraid that if you hesitated for a second, he’d disappear.

He wraps his arms around you, placing a hand on the back on your head as you bury your face into the curve of his neck. Neither of you concerned with the public display or the strange looks you were getting from the other patrons. Tears fell down your cheeks when he pulled you back and he gently wiped them away, cupping your cheek with one hand as he finally got a good look at your face, smiling at you.

“Let’s go somewhere to talk, Y/N.”

You sniffle, wiping your face before nodding, quickly grabbing his hand as you pull him from the café. “My apartment isn’t too far from here.”

“That’s a bit presumptuous.” Embarrassment heats up your cheeks and you can see Simeon start to chuckle before you nudge his arm with your shoulder, rolling your eyes at him.

* * “Can you repeat that?”

You look at Simeon, trying to comprehend what he just said to you, but you were struggling. He smiles at you, sitting the mug down on the table before reaching next to him to take your hands in his.

“I’ve spoken to Michael and if he’s agreed to make me human.” He takes a deep breath, “if you’re okay with that.”

A smile twitches on your lips, almost fearful that if you let it form something will take that happiness away. You wonder if it’s selfish to tell him that you’d love the idea, to wrap yourself around him and tell him that you refuse to let him ever leave you again. “Simeon, that’s…are you sure?”

He squeezes your hands, his brilliant smile on his face. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. I love you more than anything, Y/N.”

The warmth that filled you lasted only moments before you started to panic and Simeon immediately asked you what was wrong. “I’m going to need another job! We can’t live here for long, it’s too small. I need to make a list of things to buy,” you go to stand up, lost in the tunnel vision of your own thoughts when Simeon gently grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“You wound me, Y/N.” He chuckles, “I am a famous writer, you know?”

You freeze, a cooked apologetic smile covers your lips as you let him pull you onto his lap. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, finally letting yourself take in his presence. It’s when his arms pull you even closer to his chest that you relax, the fear that he’ll vanish completely dissipates.

* * The next few weeks were a whirlwind to say the least, but it was completely worth it. You finally used up a few vacation days you had accumulated at work and each day started and ended in Simeon’s loving arms.

For someone who had only been an angel for as long as Simeon had been, he quickly seemed to pick up on the everyday mundaneness that being a human came with. Grocery shopping had been one of your favorite things, the almost horror on his face as you placed instant mashed potatoes and canned tuna in the cart. When he asked why you hadn’t just gotten a bag of potatoes and fresh tuna, he almost fainted when you just smiled and said, “it’s easier.”

After he had the displeasure of tasting the “mashed potatoes” he waited until the next morning to completely redo the kitchen, only having the best and fresh ingredients in it. When you asked who would have time to always cook, he simply told you that he would seeing as to how as an author he could just work from home.

The two of you had developed a seemingly perfect schedule, Simeon did most of his writing in the early morning which correlated well with your work shifts and you made sure to always have meals together. Your life together meshed well, but it still ate away at you just how much Simeon left behind for you.

“Do you miss it?”

“Hmm?” The both of you are in bed, his attention on the book he’s been reading.

“The Celestial Realm. Being an angel. Do you miss it?”

He runs his fingers through his hair, placing his bookmark in between the pages before closing the book and turning to you. “Sometimes, sure,” he cups your cheek, turning your face to look at him, “but I’d pick being with you over being an angel every time.”

* * “Sim?”

There’s brief worry as you roll over, your hand reaching out to the empty side of the bed, feeling the barely warm sheet. You shoot up, eyes widened in panic as you frantically look around the room, a hand touching your forehead to wonder if maybe these last few weeks had all been a fever dream. Afraid that the previous night’s conversation had caused Simeon to rethink his decision to leave the life of an angel and being just an average human.

“Simeon!”

“Yes?”

You quickly look towards the doorway where you see a smiling Simeon, carefully carrying your coffee mug along with the matching one he’s had the last four years. Relief fills your lungs as your breathing finally levels and it takes all you can not to pounce him right then. To wrap your arms around him and just force him to stay in bed with you all day.

He sits your mug on your end table before walking to the other side of the bed, placing his mug on that end table. He climbs back into bed, pulling you back towards him, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“I thought you left.” You sink into his touch, once again letting his presence dissolve any tension you felt. Tears prick your eyes, the last time you left Simeon had been extremely had for you, but you didn’t know what life without him would be like. Now that you did, now that you had lived four years without him, having him in front of you made you realize that life without him a second time would be almost impossible.

“I’m never leaving you again, I promise.”

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