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es-kay-zee · 3 years

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Punishment | Seo Changbin x Reader

This was so much fun to write, although I’m pretty sure I went slightly overboard. Oh well :)

Warnings: hard dom! Changbin, fem reader, sir kink, degradation, spit kink, choking, hair pulling, impact play (spanking and a face slap), oral sex (m rec), edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie.

Requested: yip

Word count: 3.9k

You knew it wasn’t a good idea. In fact, it was probably one of the worst idea’s you’d ever had in your lifetime. But that didn’t stop you. You’d completely ignored Changbin’s warning glares as you continued to tease him throughout the day. He and the rest of the boys had finally gotten a few days off and you were hanging out with them all for the day before Changbin came back to your apartment to stay before he had to go back to work. You’d teased him the entire time, knowing full well that it would only end poorly for you. But sometimes, you couldn’t help yourself. Changbin had somehow managed to tolerate your actions for the most part. But it was during lunch that it really went downhill for you.

You and the rest of the boys had found a small, quiet restaurant to have lunch at. Lunch had been going fine until you’d started to tease Changbin under the table. At first, you’d just placed your hand on his thigh, but pretty quickly you’d moved it up until you were slowly palming him through his pants. He was surprised with the bold move. Usually, you were pretty well behaved for him, only occasionally acting up. It was very rare for you to have days where you were on your worst behaviour.

He’d put a quick stop to your actions by tightly gripping your wrist and placing it at your side with a warning look. You’d refrained yourself from your actions only to spend the rest of lunch shamelessly flirting with very single other member. And to say that Changbin was pissed off was an understatement. As soon as lunch was over, he’d grabbed your hand in a painful grip and made up some bullshit excuse to the others for why you two had to leave so soon before dragging you out of the restaurant and to your car.

By the time you both made it back to your apartment, you knew you were in for the punishment of your life. He’d been silent towards you for the entire trip home it was painfully obvious that he was angry. Walking in the front door of your apartment, he still doesn’t speak to you until the door is closed and you’ve both taken your shoes off.

“Go to the bedroom. And you better not have any fucking clothes on by the time I get there.” The words send a shiver of fear and arousal down your spine, causing you to grow wetter. You don’t say anything in response, instead just turning and quickly heading straight to the bedroom.

It doesn’t take you long to undress, but before you take your bra and underwear off, you make yet another poor decision. You decide that you’re already in trouble with Changbin, so how much worse would it be if you decided to leave the undergarments on? You were about to find out.

You’d only just taken a seat on the bed when he walks in, pausing in the doorway.

“I gave you simple instructions and you can’t even follow them,” he says, disappointment lacing his tone. He steps forward and sits on the end of the bed, facing away from you. “Come here.”

It’s not too often that Changbin actually scares you, considering he’s usually such a big softy. But right now, when he says those two words, you’re more scared than ever before. But in the best way.

As soon as you get within reach of him, Changbin grabs you and roughly lays you across his lap. You let out a small squeak at your body suddenly being thrown, but you have no complaints. He grabs your underwear and drags it down your legs before throwing into some corner of the room, quickly doing the same with your bra.

“Now, I’m going to spank you as many times as I want. And you’re not going to make a single sound. Got it?”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, hoping that using his favourite nickname it would lessen the number of spanks you would receive. Not to say that you didn’t love when he smacked your ass, you certainly did, but with how angry he was, you were sure it would hurt a lot more that usual. And your theory was proven correct when he delivered a surprisingly harsh slap to your behind.

“I told you not to make any noise, and what do you do? You speak before I even start.” His palm kneads the flesh that he just hit before delivering another strong spank in the same spot. “Have you forgotten how to do as you’re told?”

“Why should I listen?” you retort, waving your ass in the air in a small act of defiance.

“Because you don’t want to make your punishment any worse for yourself, trust me.” You stop your movements and bite back another remark, somewhat worried about what he has in store for you. But beneath your fear, excitement runs through your veins.

Your body shakes as you wait for the first hit, and it feels like you’re waiting forever. You lay there across his lap, ass in the air, unable to see Changbin. He waits until he feels you relax slightly before striking.

You’d expected it, which is how you managed to not cry out at the sudden feeling. Your hand flew to your mouth and you were quiet, much to Changbin’s surprise. He was expecting you to make some sound, but he was delighted when you didn’t. It gave him some hope that he could eventually get you to obey him today.

You somehow continued to stay silent and Changbin continued to deliver smack after smack to your burning ass cheeks. You’d tried to keep track of how many there were in your head, but you’d lost count somewhere after 20. The pain he was subjecting you to hurt like hell, but it was oh so delicious.

He finally stops after he decides you’ve had enough, looking down and admiring the various dark red handprints marking the flesh. He slides one of his hands down your back until he reaches between your legs, running a lone finger through your slick folds. Your body jolts at the touch and he chuckles.

“God, you’re such a slut, y/n. You’re dripping.” He retracts his hand from your pussy and you almost whine at the loss, only just managing to stop yourself. “Get on your knees.”

You slowly get up from Changbin’s lap, your legs shaking violently. You manage to make it into a kneeling position on the floor between his legs, your sore ass resting against your calves. The flesh is painful, and you already know that there’ll be bruises all over your all tomorrow. You stay still in your spot, eyes focused on the ground, waiting to see what Changbin does next.

“Look at me.”

You refuse to do as instructed, continuing to act up, keeping your eyes trained on the ground.

“You’re being such a fucking brat today,” he grabs your hair and tugs with more strength than you thought he would, pulling your head backwards and forcing you to look at him. “Open your mouth.”

Against your better judgement, you once again don’t listen to him, opting instead to keep your mouth firmly closed. He sighs and brings his hand that’s not still in your hair up to hold your face by the chin. “I’ll say it one more time. Open your mouth.”

When you still keep your mouth closed you feel a sharp pain to the side of your face. The moment you realise that he slapped you, you feel yourself growing more aroused, clenching around nothing. You had both talked about introducing more impact play that just spanking but you hadn’t actually done it before. And you absolutely loved it.

He makes sure you’re looking him in the eye as he digs his fingertips into either side of your jaw through the flesh of your cheeks, effectively prying your mouth open. He holds his hand there, keeping your lips parted as he tilts your head backwards further. He leans over you and gathers his spit in his mouth before letting a glob of it trail from his mouth to yours. You moan at the sensation of his saliva hitting your tongue and mixing with your own spit.

“Swallow it.” Changbin orders, harshly closing your mouth.

You focus on the way his saliva slides down the back of your throat and you can feel your heat starting to drip onto the floor. You whine desperately, trying to rub your thighs together. Unfortunately for you, Changbin notices.

He stands up, moving to the side to remove his pants and underwear before standing in front of you. He holds his cock in his hand as he stands there just staring down at you. You want nothing more than to reach out and touch him, but you stop yourself.

“Open your mouth again.” He smiles when you finally so as your told, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out. “And don’t move. If I catch you rubbing your thighs together again then you won’t be cumming for a month.”

You want to argue with him, you want to tell him that that’s too harsh of a punishment. But you don’t. You hold back all your comments at his threat, knowing that one step out of line from here on out will only result in him following through with his threat. You move your legs slightly further apart, barely holding back a whine from the loss of miniscule stimulation.

“See, you do know how to behave. You’re just being an absolute brat.” He rubs the tip of his cock along your bottom lip before slowly sliding all the way it. You can feel him deep in your throat once he bottoms out in your wet hole. He doesn’t even give you time to adjust before he begins thrusting, tangling both of his hands into your hair. He lets out a shaky groan at the stimulation you’re providing him, and this is the moment you can tell how much your punishment has been affecting him as well. He’d always been able to hide it well, managing to keep a straight face while you always became a whining mess.

You gag around his length when he thrusts particularly harshly, but he doesn’t even pause in his movements, continuing to chase his own pleasure. The aching between your legs is getting harder to ignore, causing you to whine desperately around his cock. The vibrations it makes causes Changbin to let out a particularly loud grunt and you can’t help but smile as much as you can with a dick in your mouth. He pulls your head off of him for a moment, allowing you mere seconds to catch your breath before he brings your mouth back down on him again.

His thrusts grow faster, and you can tell he’s getting close from the occasionally stutter of his hips. You moan around him, trying to help push him closer to his own orgasm. You were desperate to be touched, and you knew the only way that was going to happen would be after he cums first. His hips stutter again, and his thrusts grow sloppy before you can feel his thick cum release into the back of your throat. A deep growl escapes his lips, and you love the sound. You love it almost as much as you love the taste of him.

He pulls out of your mouth and he takes a moment to admire his cum sitting in a pool on your tongue. You also take the moment to admire him. The way his hair sticks to his forehead because of his sweat and the way his shirt tightly hugs his biceps. He brings one of his hand to cup your chin gently as you quickly understand what he’s telling you to do. You close your mouth and swallow, once again marvelling at the way a part of Changbin slides down your throat.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking your cheek with this thumb. Your heart fluttered at his words. As much as you absolutely loved it when he talked down to you, it was nice to get some praise every now and then. “Get on the bed.”

You scramble to your feet embarrassingly fast, and jump on the bed, quickly laying with your head against the pillows. He removes his shirt, climbing up after you and hovering over your body.

“Did I finally get through to that pathetic brain of yours? Did I finally make you realise that you’re nothing but my little cumslut? Did I finally make you behave?” His last words make you want to act up again, just to prove him wrong. But you don’t. The throbbing deep in your heat was beyond painful and you were wetter than you’ve ever been before. And Changbin has 100% noticed.

He’s quick to run a finger through your wetness, and he’s just as quick to slide two of his digits into your entrance, causing you to gasp. Your hips begin to squirm under him, and he has no hesitation in using his free hand to pin them down to the bed.

“I have a question for you, baby.” You lift your head up, looking Changbin in the eye as you wait for him to continue. “Would you rather be denied or overstimulated?”

The question makes you pause, unsure about what to say. You think about it for a moment before coming to an answer.

“Overstimulation.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because that was I at least get to cum,” you whine, his fingers still working in your core.

“I thought that would be the case. But, unfortunately for you, you don’t get to choose. Maybe if you’d been a good girl and not misbehaved all day then you’d get what you want.” He smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb and using his other hand to play with your nipple. His actions draw a loud moan from you, and you can feel yourself growing closer to your impending orgasm. “Therefore, you’re not gonna get to cum for a while tonight.”

He pulls his hands away from you just before you get your release, and you let out the most pathetic whine as you feel your orgasm fading away. He only laughs at your reaction, loving how desperately you wanted to cum only to have it ripped away from you.

The night continues this way for a while, and you’ve long since lost count of how many times Changbin had denied you your orgasm. All you currently know is the tears that stream endlessly down your cheeks as he edges you once again.

“Please, sir. Please. I can’t take it anymore. I need to cum, please,” Changbin watches you as you babble nonsensically, smirking to himself about how he’s broken you down enough to beg for him. It wasn’t often that he managed to do that.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?”

You nod your head as vigorously as you could, hoping like hell that he would finally allow you your release.

“Hmm, well I suppose you have been taking the majority of your punishment like a good girl. In that case, how would you like to cum? On my fingers? Or on my tongue?”

“On your cock, please, sir,” you say, despite it not being one of the options that he mentioned.

“Is that so? Well, I don’t think that you deserve to be fucked by my cock today, baby. Not after your bold moves around the boys.” He smirks down at you and you start crying again.

“But sir. Please, I need it. I need your cock inside me, please. I’ll do anything-”

“Anything?”

You’d spoken without thinking, saying anything in order to get him to properly fuck you. But by this point, you’d most likely do just about anything Changbin asked of you. “Anything,” you whisper in confirmation.

“Then you’ll promise me that you won’t be a brat anymore. You’ll promise that you’ll always be my good girl who does as she’s told.”

You both know that it’s unlikely that you’ll never act up again, despite how rarely it actually occurred. But it was all part of the scene and you were all to happy to play along.

“I promise. I promise I’ll be your good girl. I promise, just please! I need it, I’ll be good. Please”

He shushes your pleads with a kiss, and there’s something so intimate about the moment. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s the first time he’s actually kissing you throughout the course of the night, but it’s just so soft of a moment that you can’t help but let out a happy little sigh. But it doesn’t last long before Changbin gets back to the task at hand: fucking you like his life depends on it.

“Considering you’ve made your promise and you’ve begged so nicely, I guess I can give you what you want.”

You let out the breath you were unknowingly holding while you waited for his answer, beyond relieved to know you’d finally be getting what you so desperately needed. He lined himself up with you aching core, rubbing his tip along your folds and he watched the way your pussy tried to already clench around him.

Without any warning, he suddenly pushes all the way into your core, and you’ve been so worked up and denied for so long that you can’t help but cum just from the feeling of him entering you. He looks down at you, watching the was your body trembles violently with the aftershocks of you orgasm, loud moans leaving your pretty mouth.

“Did you really cum just from me entering you?” Changbin teases, he was expecting you to cum quickly with how pent up you were but that had to be some sort of record. Your face burned with embarrassment, and you knew he was going to gloat about that for months.

You nod in answer and he begins to move slowly in and out of you. You unconsciously writhe underneath him, your body trying to get away from the overstimulation. But he only makes it worse when he brings one hand up to your throat and the other down to rub circles into your sensitive clit.

“If it’s gonna be that easy to make you cum right now, then I wanna see just how many times I can make it happen.”

It’s not too long before the pain of the overstimulation turns back into pleasure, and you can once again focus on the way Changbin’s cock drags along your sensitive walls. You let out a loud moan with every one of his harsh thrusts, unable to hold back any sounds. It’s not long before you’re cumming around Changbin’s length once again, more tears running down your face as he doesn’t ease up on his thrusts. His hand is heavy around your throat as you cry, and you want little more than to push his hand away from your clit.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut, y/n. Whose slut are you?” he asks, his own breathing heavy as you continuously clench around him like a vice.

“Yours, sir,” you manage to reply, your voice uneasy.

“Are you my slut?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me you’re my slut.”

“I’m your slut.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m your slut.”

You cum once again as he thrusts with a newfound strength, his grip tightening around your throat. Changbin can tell that everything is starting to borderline more on just painful for you than pleasurable, so he decides to chase his own high, aiming to cum quickly. He leans down, capturing your lips in a messy, needy kiss. When you clench around him tighter than ever before, he finally cums. He groans loudly against your lips, filling your sore cunt with his seed.

He continues to ride out his high before slowly pulling out of you, taking in the fucked-out state of your body. He observed the tear stained cheeks, and the way your whole body was flushed and still shaking aggressively.

“You okay, y/n?” he asks, placing a soothing kiss to your sweaty forehead. You nod nonchalantly, making a noncommittal noise of affirmation. “I’ll be right back, okay? I’m just gonna go run us a bath.”

You watch Changbin leave the room, heading towards the bathroom. While he’s gone, you realise just how much every part of you aches, from your head down to your toes. Thankfully, it’s not long before Changbin returns. He walks straight towards you and carefully picks you up. Not matter how gentle he moves you; you still groan at the discomfort.

He quietly carries you to the bathroom and you can immediately smell one of your favourite bath bombs fizzing away in the tub. You smile at his thoughtful gesture while he helps you get in the bath before he climbs in himself, seating himself behind you. He grabs a washcloth and begins to carefully help you get clean, rinsing the layer of sweat from your skin. As soon as he’s done cleaning your back, you lean against him, his chest pressed up against you.

“What had you acting up today, love? It’s so unlike you.” His voice is soothing in your ear and your hazy brain takes a moment to comprehend what he said as he wraps his muscular arms around you is a comforting hug.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been missing you a lot lately.” You own voice is quiet, and to you it sounds as if you’re speaking from somewhere in the distance. You lean your head back against Changbin’s shoulder, tilting it so that you can look him in the eye. “You’ve been really busy at the studio and I suppose I just felt like I wasn’t getting enough attention. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, don’t apologise. There’s nothing for you to be sorry for. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me. I guess I really got caught up in all the work that I wasn’t spending enough time with you. I promise to try and be better.” He smiles down at you, placing a quick peck to the end of your nose. “But hey, at least it ended in us having a lot of fun. Did you enjoy it?”

“Of course I did, Binnie. It was good.”

“Only good?” He’s teasing you again, and it causes you to let out a quiet giggle.

“It was perfect.”

You both sit in the bath together for a short while longer before Changbin notices you barely able to keep your eyes open.

“You look tired.”

“Mmm,” you hum in response, hardly able to muster up the energy to say any words in answer.

He climbs out of the bath before helping you up as well. He dries you both off then leads you back to the bedroom where he grabs you both a set of sleepwear. He dresses himself first before dressing you, helping you into bed soon after. He climbs into bed after you, curling himself around your body, not wanting to move you any further.

“Good night, y/n. I love you.” He can hear your soft snores and chuckles quietly, falling into his own comfortable sleep next to you.

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hannahdra-ws · 3 years

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and now (you’re hyper paranoid)

Summary:

hypochondria; n; abnormal anxiety about one's health, especially with an unwarranted fear that one has a serious disease.

(or: Janus has a very bad time.)

Romantic, established dukeceit

TWs: hypochondria, covid-19, panic attacks, unspecified eating disorder, coughing, crying

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Through the uneasy feeling, Janus knew he was being a little unrealistic.

He's perfectly healthy, he rarely gets sick. He hasn't even had the flu before. He's double vaccinated, and he wears his mask everywhere. He's certainly never gotten food poisoning before.

So he doesn't know why he's freaking out so much.

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Janus stared at the plate in front of him, heart thumping so loudly he was almost sure the others at the table could hear it. It wasn't anything major, it was just meatloaf with a side of mashed potatoes and corn, and Patton and Logan (mostly Logan) spent a lot of time on it, so there's no reason he shouldn't eat it.

The others are enjoying it too, bantering and joking across the table without a care in the world. Roman was basically sitting in Logan's lap, and Four Idiots (as Janus and Remus dubbed them as) kept sending each other equally besotted expressions. Remus was next to him, gesturing animatedly while he talked with one hand and the other hand tightly gripped in Janus's own.

He felt off kilter and shaky, watching everyone eat their food. Janus knows he should be eating too, and logically he knows that there is a very small chance of him getting food poisoning. But that doesn't make the debilitating anxiety welling up inside him go away.

Oh God, he's going to get sick, somethings wrong with the meat he'll get sick and vo-

Ugh. Virgil's the one that has the anxiety problem, not him. Why did his brother have to give him his mental illness? Bitch.

Suddenly, a loud noise happened, forcefully dragging Janus out of his mind. It was Roman, coughing loudly. He kept hacking, and hacking, and Janus abruptly felt faint.

The others were watching with concern, and Logan was patting Roman on the back to get whatever had lodged in his throat out. Eventually, he did clear his airways, after a long breath in and a particularly violent cough.

Patton inquired if he was okay, and Roman nodded, face red and tears streaming down his face from coughing so much. "Sorry, I choked." His voice was scratchy from coughing. But he was smiling, and that should have been an indicator that he was okay, he just choked, he's fine-

Remus made some comment, and Virgil flipped him off while still looking worriedly in Roman's direction, but Janus suddenly couldn't hear through the ringing in his ears. Remus must have noticed either the way he abruptly went still, or the fact that he had barely eaten anything, because he squeezed his hand in question. Janus abruptly stood up from the table, almost knocking his chair down in the process.

Remus frowned, a small, confused thing, "Jaybird? You alright?"

"I'm sorry, if you'll excuse me," Janus managed to choke out, before quickly ripping his hand from Remus's and stumbling away, ignoring the protests and calls from the table behind him.

He hopes no one noticed that he didn't finish his meal.

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Janus stumbled to his room, heart beating out of his chest, thump, thump, thump. He quickly locked the door and slid his back down to the floor, digging his gloved hands in his hair and pulling.

Roman's dry hacking wouldn't leave his head, oh God he sounded sick, but he's not he just choked he's fine, he doesn't have covid none of you do you're all vaccinated, fuck-

Janus was acutely aware that he was crying, now, his chest tight and his throat sore from the tears. He was trembling, small and terrified against the back of his door, and he couldn't stop thinking.

Janus had to go back to school in a week. School, with its crowded areas and unvaccinated people and possible removal of masks. The very thought of it makes his heart jump into his throat, dizzy with terror.

What if one of them had covid, and we just didn't have any symptoms, what if the vaccine doesn't work against the variant, fuck, he's going to get it, maybe he already has it, he's going to die he's going to die he can't breathe-

He suddenly had the image of his own funeral in his head, his boyfriend and his friends and his brother at his own funeral, crying softly and holding each other. He envisioned himself in the afterlife, waiting for them, watching Remus suffer alone because he wasn't there-

And that horrifying image in his head is what turned his soft crying into desperate sobs, shaking and pulling his hair so tight it stung.

And that's also when he finally registered the frantic knocking on the door, how long has that been going on? and Remus's panicked voice coming from the other side.

"Jan? Baby, I can hear you crying, fuck, are you hurt? If you want me to fuck off, tell me, but- Oh, Jay, please answer, even a knock, just let me know if you're alright-"

Janus reached with trembling hands to unlock the door, even as his mind went no don't he could be sick, and he quickly moved away from the door a little so Remus wouldn't smack him in the face with the door when he came bursting in.

And burst in he did. In a flurry of motion, Remus quickly came in and shut the door behind him, then sat on the floor with panicked, worried eyes looking at Janus.

"Janus? Can you- fuck, I'm not good at this- can I touch you?"

Somewhere, in the back behind the panic, Janus found his stumbling endearing.

Janus debated for half a second, social distance 6 feet apart you'll die you'll die you'll die, before crumbling to his desire to be held.

"Pl- Please, hold me, I- I can't-" Janus's voice came out absolutely pathetic, broken up in sobs and small and trembling, but Remus paid it no mind. He quickly scooped up Janus in his arms, and Janus held onto him for dear life, like he'll be swept away if he doesn't. He cries so hard he's almost heaving, shaking like a leaf in Remus's strong, tattooed arms.

Oh, Remus, make it go away, He thought, and then cried harder because what a childish thing to think.

"Shh, shh, you're alright, I've got you. Can you breathe with me, darling? In and out, you're okay," Remus's voice was calm and soothing, the panic deliberately gone from his voice, probably to not make him feel worse. He breathed in deeply, over exaggerating his breaths so that Janus could follow along.

Janus tried to follow the rhythm, hiccupping through his tears. He stumbled a few times, and it took a bit, but he eventually was able to settle his breathing. His tears had started to slow, and he suddenly felt overwhelmingly childish.

He just had a breakdown over something so stupid. It's not like he's the only one affected by covid, they're in a fucking pandemic, and he has no right to panic when he's not even sick. He's fine.

Janus and Remus had only been together for a few months, so Remus hadn't seen this side of Janus yet. This was sure to make him leave. Fuck, he's so stupid.

"There you are, baby," Remus crooned with a soothing voice, and Janus flushed despite himself. Remus wiped away one of his lingering tears, his palm cupping Janus's cheek, and Janus leaned into the warmth, suddenly exhausted. He felt boneless and hollowed out inside of Remus's arms, like his limbs were made of lead.

"I'm sorry," Janus croaked, and Remus was shushing him before he could get more words out.

"No, shut up, you're not allowed to apologize for having a panic attack. You have nothing to apologize for." Remus was strong and steady, and Janus opened his eyes that he didn't mean to close. For some reason, he wanted to deny that what just happened was a panic attack. "You're okay, love, we're okay."

Janus gave a small laugh in spite of himself, and Remus huffed, indignant. "What?"

"Nothing, just- you use a l- lot more cutesy nicknames when you're calming me down." Janus noted, and Remus puffed up like a peacock, but he was smiling.

"Would you rather I use my normal names? J-anus? Two Dicks? Hot ass? Da-"

Janus cut him off with laughter and a smack to the arm, "Shut up, you awful man, that wasn't an invitation-"

Remus was laughing too, grin blinding. When they both stopped laughing, they just sat there for a while in comfortable silence. Remus traced the vitiligo patches on Janus's back through the clothes (Janus flushed at the fact that Remus just knew where they were) and Janus traced the tattoos on Remus's brown skin.

After several long, quiet moments, Remus's quiet voice broke the silence. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Instantly, Janus went tense, before shaking his head no. He couldn't explain it without sounding stupid, and he didn't want Remus to leave.

Besides, there was nothing Remus could truly say that he hasn't heard before.

Nothing will make it go away.

Remus nodded, content with not pushing. "Well, I say we move the cuddling to the bed and not the floor, how does that sound?"

Before Janus could respond, Remus just scooped him up, effortlessly in the air. Janus squeaked and held onto Remus before Remus just dumped him down unceremoniously onto the bed, bouncing a little on the springs.

Remus laid down on his back, and Janus immediately crawled to him and curled up next to him, laying his head on Remus's chest and Remus wrapping an arm around him.

"Nap time," Janus mumbled into Remus's shirt. Janus felt more than heard him chuckle.

"Well, if the king says it's nap time, then I have no choice but to obey." Janus swatted at him lazily, and he couldn't see it, but he bet Remus grinned. Remus laid a quick kiss to his temple and his heart swelled.

The worry still pricked in the back of Janus's mind. He was sure that later, he was going to freak out over this moment, that the sudden contact made him contract an illness.

But right now, at this moment, he's fine. He's with his boyfriend, and his other friends and his brother are in the house somewhere too, no doubt worried about Janus. They're all vaccinated, healthy, and safe.

I'm okay, he thought, the thought not panic induced this time, and fell asleep next to Remus, and dreamt of nothing but warmth.

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lovelystay · 3 years

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𝐷𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 - 𝑒𝑥!𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 🍒 1/2

𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑛

(𝑅𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡)

->Part 2<-

[Rᴇsᴜᴍᴇ : hyunjin is your ex with a yandere mind . He wants you back at all costs.]

Hyunjin was your boyfriend some times ago, and your relationship ended in really bad terms . The more possessive he got , the less you liked him . He seemed to not understand your point of view at all though . For him he was just being a good boyfriend that protected you from other bad and mean guy . He genuinely loved you of course , he became obviously obsessed with you , sometimes demonstrating this through violent behaviour that you couldn’t bare anymore . And that’s when you broke up with him , you didn’t want to be his thing , you wanted to be a normal person with a normal boyfriend . But hyunjin wanted you to know that you were his and his only , nobody else was allowed to even look at you or hyunjin would immediately notice and do something about it .

The day you talked to him to break up , hyunjin was extremely dramatic , screaming , crying and in denial . Like he was dying almost . But you couldn’t get back with him , you got scared of him . While you were trying to have a peaceful and free life again , hyunjin was planning every single thing he could think of to get back with you . Of course he was doing so in silent , you weren’t even aware that he still had feelings for you even though it has only been 2 weeks .

But as the time passed you got an extreme amount of texts , and calls from him . You couldn’t stop them even if you tried , he was starting to go crazy and wanted to be straightforward, not doing things in secret anymore . He was contacting you on every app where he could . You tried to block him everywhere but he must have bought different numbers of whatever . It was getting horrible and terrifying , you could difficulty sleep without calm music . That music helped you a lot , it felt like you were in a different world . A peaceful world , without him . At night , you always put your phone in airplane mode and listen to those calm music , and so you couldn’t here anything else . Such a beautiful and heaven like feeling , finally feeling free .

But it almost made you completely forgot everything and everyone else , everyone including hyunjin . But hyunjin knows where you live , he got a lot of informations while being with you . He was going to use those to find you and get back with you for sure . Every night he made patrols around your house to check if your bedroom shutters on your window were locked or not . He couldn’t risk to make too much noise , if they were open he just needed to break the handle and he could get his little baby back .

And this was tonight . He couldn’t explain how excited it got him , hyunjin was so happy he couldn’t stay in place . He always got the material prepared in case of , and he was finally going to use it tonight . You let your curtains and shutters opened because the sky was so pretty , a starry night was offered to you , you weren’t going to ignore and just close everything ... You unfortunately forgot to close everything back before sleeping .

Whereas for hyunjin , the way your window was exposed for him was the signal that he was finally going to get you back , and he was determined . Lucky for him your window and bedroom wasn’t very high he could easily get access to it . He got all the material out of his bag and started working quietly on the window handle .

He finally got it , it was open , he could enter your room so easily , he could see you , you were sleeping like a baby earphone in your ears not aware of anything happening . He jumped in your room and took off his shoes to do so . Hyunjin’s breath was shaking just like his hands , it was probably the happiest he got in his whole life , satisfaction and adrenaline taking over his body .

He started by closing your window again , he took off his black jacket and his cap , put his bag down and admire you , the moonlight reflecting on you and was making your beautiful face shine through the dark room . You looked like an angel beside him . Hyunjin took the opportunity and kissed you gently on the lips , you weren’t feeling anything . He got curious and suddenly wanted to check your phone before making you his and stay with you forever . Your phone was on a small wood made table beside your king sized bed . Your ex boyfriend took it in his hands and saw that he had to put your fingerprint to unlock it . He takes one of your hand carefully and take your thumb to unlock the phone .

He tries to not wake you up by stopping the music accidentally and go through all of your messages , in your social medias and check every single guy you were talking to . While you two were still in a relationship, you had a friend , Han jisung , really cute and funny . But hyunjin hated him , he was his number one enemy, and he still is .

Now he was just mad and wanted to show him that he is the only one you need in your life . The conversation that you had with this jisung was recent . Did you already forgot hyunjin and tried to get with another man that easily ?

Angry , hyunjin threw your phone and took the blanket off you , you were in only a big hoodie and panties you hated sleeping with pants on . Hyunjin harshly took your earphones off which made you wake up instantly . You saw your ex boyfriend in front of you and start screaming out of fear . Hyunjin panics and slap you. He was scared the neighbours would hear and call the police , because then he will be taken away from you .

You got quiet , not any word could even come out of your mouth , you were paralysed by fear .

Hyunjin take the opportunity and go search some stuff in his bag . He take the big piece of tissue and come back on the bed to put it over your mouth and attach it behind your head . He didn’t even had to tie your hands or feet you weren’t moving and was trembling too much to do anything .

« You’re mine sweetie, mine , and mine only. I’ll make sure you realise that don’t worry » he said while holding your cheeks , caressing you , acting all sweet and soft after breaking into your house . He was smiling , he just looked crazy to you , but he couldn’t stop himself to . After several days of missing his little fragile girlfriend , he finds her back and can prove her how much he likes her by his own special ways .

Hyunjin start to undress himself and you start crying , trying to find your phone to call the police or someone that could help you at least . But hyunjin notice hold you still by choking you « you want to call jisung now , am I right ? » the anger in his eyes was obvious you felt like you could start to see flames. You shake your head quickly from left to right looking at him right in the eyes to maybe show him that you’re not lying and truth worthy . He scoff and stop choking you . « You think I’m fucking dumb right ? »

You say nothing , scared and panicking, what were you supposed to answer ? Either way he was going to get mad . Seeing that you don’t respond or take too much time to , he hold the hem of your hoodie and lift it up to take it off . You were shivering and positioned yourself in a curled ball trying to protect yourself from him .

Hyunjin have zero patience left for you , he knows (or at least think) that you’re close with jisung and just the thought of it makes him mad as fuck .

He grab your arms and pull them apart to expose your boobs he licks his lips at the view and go for it . He sucks and licks your erected nipples even bite them , he go down and down until your belly , your forearms still in his strong grip. Hyunjin then see and remember that you still and panties on , for now he don’t care he’s too hungry . He let your arms go and instead make you spread your thighs to him , the yandere just dives in , licking and open kissing through the thin black fabric . He absolutely loved your scent and was taking deep inhales , he now push your panties to the side with one hand and let it like that to take the time to see your pussy . You were wet because of him and his mouth which made you embarrassed and cry again . « Don’t act like you don’t like it and want me to stop when you’re this wet just from my mouth little whore ».

Hyunjin takes off the last piece of clothes he had on , and take his hard dick in his big hands . He can’t hold himself anymore and just put it in you making you whine in discomfort and scream in pain . He tries to stop any sound from coming out of your mouth by putting his hand over the tissue that had previously attached until the back of your head . Hyunjin was harshly going back and forth in your pussy , making his hips smack yours . He wasn’t containing himself that much , his moans were particularly loud , the love of his life , his little princess was taking his dick so good , it wasn’t his fault . When he’s about to cum he pull out and cum on your face , everything was so humiliating to you ...

You were sobbing so hard , your face was a mess , with loads of cum and tears dripping down on the mattress . After hyunjin finished putting back his boxer he come close to your face , you were now feeling his breath close to your right ear , he approached just to say .

« You are mine y/n and we’re going to stay together forever y/n » .

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freckledoriya · 4 years

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“flowers” deku x reader fic

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none, just some fluff!

On your first day working at the agency office, your manager made sure to tell you some words of advice: “don’t fall for the heroes.” But it was too late. Before she got the chance to tell you that, Izuku Midoriya held the door for you, and as soon as you saw those green eyes, freckles, and smile-- the game was over.

Working at the agency that represented the number one hero had its perks: recognition, a nice paycheck, good workplace, but your favorite was being able to watch Deku go in and out of the office throughout the week. You always made sure to catch his eye and give him a quick wave hello. When you first started this routine, it took Izuku a couple weeks before he began to stop turning pink and almost tripping over himself when he saw you greeting him. Part of you wanted to take his flustered disposition as flattery, but your coworkers quickly stopped that train in its tracks.

“He’s like that with every girl,” they informed you.

It hurt to feel what little hope you had that the hero was into you be stomped out like a small fire. Still, it didn’t change the way his smile never failed to make your heart soar. Your small talk conversations about the weather were always the highlight of your week, and you consistently caught yourself daydreaming about what it would feel like to run your hands through his green curls. Every time you saw him being assigned to a particularly vicious villain, you never slept well-- always tossing and turning, worrying about not being able to hear his infectious laugh ever again. You had it bad for the number one hero, Izuku Midoriya.

But you knew it was hopeless. That title of being number one hero would get stuck in your head like a bad pop song. You couldn’t help but compare the successful, strong, attractive hero to you: a rather plain-looking office worker who could barely afford her studio apartment. It didn’t help that your quirk of being able to grow tiny flowers out of the palm of your hand proved to be anything but useful. In what reality would a guy like Izuku be interested in someone like you?

You ponder this most of your Friday, putting you in a funk and distracting you from the work you were assigned. Once 5:00pm rolls around, you’re already on your way out, coming to terms with the fact that once again, your unrequited feelings toward Deku resulted in another day of self-hatred. Because you were so wrapped up in these feelings and thoughts, it takes you till 9:00pm to realize that you left your laptop at the office.

You’re already situated in your sweatpants, so the prospect of going back to the office doesn’t have much appeal. But the lack of work you got accomplished today meant that it would have to be made up during the weekend, so you really had no other choice but to grab your keys and head back into the city.

When you enter the office, you immediately see a light on and hear someone rummaging around in the cabinets. You cover your mouth with your hand and hide behind the corner, trying to regulate your breathing. There’s been a particularly violent villain on the loose in this part of the city, and you know your useless quirk would never stand a chance against him. As you pull out your phone to call the police, you hear a familiar voice from inside curse as things topple from the top of the shelves.

“Hello?” you say out loud and turn the corner. You instantly spot Izuku trying to balance on one leg as he attempts to clean and wrap up a nasty wound on his right leg. But right when he hears you call out, he instantly falls over, prompting you to swiftly run over to him to help him back to his feet.

“I’m so, so sorry,” you stutter, feeling awful that you caught the injured hero off-guard, causing him to stumble.

“Oh, it-it’s okay!” he tries to respond back cheerfully, fighting against the pang in his leg. “Not your fault! I shouldn’t be in here anyway.”

“You can’t even bandage yourself right now,” you comment, looking at him struggling. “Here, let me help you.”

You wrap your arms around his body to help lead him over to a chair. The second your hand touches him you hear his breath get caught in his throat, seemingly overwhelmed by the fact that you’re so close.

He’s like that with every girl, you remind yourself.

“Why are you here? you ask, looking at the gaping cut on his lower calf. “Shouldn’t you get a doctor to patch you up?”

Izuku furrows his brow. “I’m the number one hero, I can handle this myself.”

You instantly regret ever opening your mouth, fearing that you may have just offended the man you’ve been pinning after for what seems like forever.

“O-oh, I’m so so sorry. I mean, of course you can handle it,” you stutter, desperately trying to salvage what little coworker rapport you had with him.

Deku looks impossibly upset once he hears you apologize. “No, no, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” He sighs and takes a seat. “I just mean… I should be able to handle anything. I’m supposed to be better than this.”

Hearing this confession seemingly tears your chest open. For the first time, you’re looking at the number one hero Deku and not seeing the untouchable God-like human that the media, your coworkers, and even you have made him out to be. In front of you, you see someone who is being suffocated by all the pressure and expectations. He thinks that he needs to be nothing short of perfect in order to matter. You were used to that feeling as well.

“You can’t be perfect all the time, Izuku,” you say, inadvertently lowering your voice to almost a whisper.

He looks at you in shock. “You… you know my name?!”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, and all the nerves you were feeling pour out of you. Why was this famous pro-hero that you worked with surprised that you knew his name? Was he really that humble?

“Of course I know your name! I do work here with you after all.”

Izuku looks disappointed once you say that last part. “Oh. Right. Of course.”

He’s like that with every girl. The line repeats every time you think you get a glimpse that he may be interested in you. You try to shake your head clear as you kneel next to him to wrap his leg.

“You do as much as you can, and that’s what matters,” you say. “You help so many people every day and never give up. Being the symbol of peace isn’t about being perfect. It’s about standing up for what’s right and being the best version of yourself.”

He smiles and your heart skips a beat. Every fiber of your being just wants to reach out and touch his cheek, kiss him until he sees how incredible he already is. But you know better. The number one hero with an everyday office worker? It would never happen.

You sigh sadly. “At least you get to make a difference with your power. I’m jealous of that.”

“You don’t have a quirk?” Izuku asks, his eyes softening as he looks at you.

Letting out a breath, you open your palm. “No, I have one. It’s just not particularly useful in any way.”

Focusing all your energy into your hand, you use your power to create a small flower right in the center of your palm. You pluck it out and hand it to the hero next to you, prompting his cheeks to turn pink.

“I can only create little ones like that, and it takes a lot of energy,” you say as Deku carefully examines the flower you gave him. “When I was little I thought that it would grow and evolve into something big and cool, like I would be able to create vines that could wrap up a villain, but... it never changed.”

You run your fingers across your open palm, trying to shift your focus to keeping the tears that were forming from falling. You had come to terms with your quirk a while back, but sitting next to probably one of the most powerful men in the world made you feel like dust.

“I had to start working at this agency just to feel like I was somehow a hero. But I know I’m actually pretty insignificant, especially when compared to you.”

Izuku quickly grabs your open hand before you get the chance to close it. You’re shocked at this uncharacteristically forward gesture, but allow him to stare intently at your palm before shifting his eyes up to you.

“There’s no person, quirk or not, that’s insignificant… especially not you.”

His words wash over you like a refreshing wave of cool water on the hottest day of the year. You didn’t know how parched you were for validation until you were given it, shown so much acceptance from your long-time crush. It was overwhelming, and for the life of you, you couldn’t find the right words to say in response, expecting to wake up from this dream at any moment.

A beat of silence passes, and suddenly Izuku holds out the flower you gave to him. “Will you go on a date with me?”

Now you’re sure you’re dreaming.

His face turns an inhuman shade of red and the hand holding the flower out to you starts to shake. “I, uh, know we’ve never talked that much besides the usual office small talk but I’ve always kind of liked you and have been wanting to ask you out for a while now but of course I didn’t know you were interested, well, I guess I still don’t know if you’re interested but for some reason this seemed like the right time to ask, well in retrospect I’m not sure anymore and I-”

You cut off his muttering with a kiss, feeling his body reflexively tense before completely melting into your touch.

If you really are dreaming, then you pray to every god in existence that you’ll never awaken.

#deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha x reader

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katelynn-a-fan · 3 years

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An Eve to Remember

This is my gift of @destinys-dragon. I’ve had creative block for nearly a whole month... I cranked out more than half of this today in 4ish hours so I’m glad to finally be able to gift this to you. I picked one of your more complicated prompts (I think) to write, but I did it!

Ao3

Summary: Thomas Sanders is trying to get a good nights rest for Christmas the next day, but a confusing appearance in his own mind leads him down a different path to... his own living room? Not everything's the same in his mind but by golly he is going to help his Sides the best he can to make sure that that night is the best Christmas (eve) they've had yet.

Parings: LAMP and Dukeciet/Demus

Word count: 4902 / 4.9k

Warning: Disorientation, slightly disturbing visuals, (passionate) Kissing,

Thomas took a few experimental blinks as the heady feeling of drowsiness slowly ebbed away. His hand sluggishly rubbed his brow, insistent on kneading the fuzziness in his head out. Maybe then he could remember exactly how he got there.

Where am I?

His eyes very, very slowly adjusted to surroundings as his hands skirted across the tile-

The… tile… under him?

Why is there tile under me? That shouldn't be there unless I’m-

“Oh, you’re finally here!” His own voice called out from above him, but that wasn’t something unknown to him. What was unknown to him is how he got to where he was at that moment.

Thomas craned his neck towards the familiar pair of Warby Parker glasses and the soft gray and light blue blur of Patton. Another agonizing blinks passed before Thomas’s eyes finally resolved Patton’s face and his… blue and grey Christmas sweater? Even with the different attire, Patton’s signature grin was just as wide as always.

“Huh… hey Patton… Um…” Thomas bit his lip, his eyes glancing at various features around him. Sticking his hand out, Patton’s grin dipped a few millimeters as Thomas accepted Patton’s hand. Quickly pulling him up, Patton smoothed his thumb over Thomas’s knuckles.

“Yes, Thomas?”

He lingered his gaze around the clear space he was in, the short hallway of his own apartment. His gaze scoured every inch of the space, and everything about it just screamed: Different!

“This… isn’t my actual apartment.”

Smile tilting sideways on his face, Patton wrapped his hands fully around Thomas’s.

“Of course it isn’t, silly! You’re asleep right now!”

Thomas’s hands flexed a little between Patton’s hands.

“I am? I’ve never done this before though- Been here with you guys before, I mean.”

Gently turning his hands, Patton made his grip into a proper handhold and began to lead Thomas down the much, much longer than usual corridor.

Laughing slightly Patton turned back to Thomas with a very sly twinkle in his eye.

“Oh you have, you just don’t remember afterwards-”

“Wait what-”

“Daddy! You left me alone with the cookies and nothing to fuck and I got myself dirty!”

Thomas jumped as he finally rounded the nonsensical corner into his dream kitchen. Remus was standing on the counter with a fair amount of beige matter spattering his outfit, hair, and even his moustache.

Letting go of Thomas’s hand finally, Patton grabbed a rag and quickly dampened it in the sink before tossing it up to Remus. Immediately snatching it out of the air, Remus bounced on the balls of his feet before sitting on the counter instead and swinging his legs as he cleaned himself off.

“Here you go! I’m surprised you didn’t set the kitchen on fire like last time.”

Hands pausing on his face, Remus’s legs quickly stopped swinging as Remus’s eyes went wide and he pushed his bottom lip out in a pout.

“I only make a mess when I’m not actually making something! That time I wasn’t even cooking anything.”

Placing a hand on Remus’s shoulder, Patton squeezed Remus’s shoulder.

“Hey, I believe you. It’s not everyday we do this. I’m sorry I assumed-”

Remus brushed off Patton’s hand from his shoulder after a moment, but grabbed it just before it was too far.

“Nah I’m kidding about being mad, dear Daddy! Fires are just one of the hazards of being me!”

Making eye contact, Patton smiled at Remus once again.

“Well that’s good! Thomas is here, though I think you knew that already.”

A smirk immediately plastered onto Remus’s face as he glanced over to where Thomas had been shifting from foot to foot in the kitchen entrance.

“Ah, our resident Thomas the Dank Engine! Have you ever had dreams of sugar dicks dancing through your head?”

Thomas’s smile slowly turned wooden as a bitter taste invaded his mouth at Remus’s words. Skin crawling slightly, Thomas swallowed down a small lump in his throat before he managed to reply.

I just want something wholesome. I don’t want to be thinking of that when I’m watching my parents or when I myself open presents.

“Uh, no…?”

“Well you just might have some after tonight!” Cackling, Remus stood back up on the counter before impossibly scurrying up the cupboards. The ceiling stretched impossibly high and out so that Remus slowly became just a pair of eyes in a dark cavern above the kitchen. Luckily, the moment didn’t last long and just as fast, Remus was scrambling down the cupboards once again to sit on the counter beside Patton.

Patton’s expression didn’t betray anything other than acute disinterest, however his hands silently tumbled over each other for a few moments.

“Well, Thomas, come here! We’re baking everything for the others!” Waving his hand invitingly, Patton gestured also to the oven where the oven light revealed a tray of cookies, a full blown turkey, a slab of ham, as well as some other things that managed to fill the impossibly big oven.

Thomas finally stepped forward.

Nose twitching a little, Thomas was suddenly bombarded with the strong smell of cookies.

“Whoa! This kitchen smells like the perfect Christmas, Pat!”

Chuckling, Patton wrapped his arms around Thomas in a quick hug.

“Well that’s the idea, kiddo!”

Squinting, he followed Patton with his eyes as Patton stepped back, the sensation of Patton’s embrace lingering on his skin.

“Did you just sneak in that hug because you ever get to in my videos? That hug seemed very targeted.”

Cheeks quickly turning pink, Patton nearly ducked his head away as he stepped back against the sink.

“That may be part of the reason.”

At that moment, the words embroidered on Patton and Remus' sweater finally revealed themselves.

Patton’s predictably read: Feliz Navi Dad and a Happy Blue Year.

But Remus’s was nearly illegible as the chaos of neon green on black made it almost unreadable, eventually, the words came together to spell out: I’m theTrashman and I’ll have all your wrapping paper.

Thomas opened his mouth to say something, but a sound in the short distance caught his attention instead. He turned towards the source, over the counter and surely into the living room, but was met with the strangely comforting void of black beyond it.

“What’s happening in the living room? And why can’t I see it?”

Glancing fleetingly at the black void, Patton bounced over to Thomas.

“Oh that’s just your mind doing it’s thing. Not everything in this mind kitchen is going to be exactly the same, and sometimes when something’s changed, it just becomes blank space. It’s nice.” Patton gestured past Thomas towards the other direction both of them came from. “By the way, it’s not just us who’re here, everyone else is down the hall. You don’t have to stay talking with us. We still have a bit to do anyways.”

Eyes widening, Thomas whipped around towards the entrance of the kitchen and strained his ears towards the faint sounds from down the hall Thomas hadn’t been paying any attention to until now.

“There’s more to this place?”

A sparkle in his eyes had Patton’s smile widening and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Yes! And you can go wherever you want. This is your head after all.”

Thomas took an initial step towards the edge of the kitchen before he turned around and gave both a fleeting look and a comforting smile before he stepped out of the kitchen with a wave.

Just like the hallway from the entrance, the space between the hallway and the living room was strange, even the sounds were farther than they should’ve been.

The slightly harsher light from the overhead kitchen light slowly faded to something much more muted and pleasant as Thomas treaded carefully down the short end of the hallway to where the sounds of the other were coming from.

Shoulders the slightest bit hunched, Thomas tentatively peeked out from the corner of the hallway where it opened up into the living room. With a gasp, Thomas nearly fell into the living room at the sight that lay before him.

The space was definitely recognizable as his apartment, yet somehow completely different. Instead of the smaller dimensions of his real apartment, the living room was now a much larger open space full of architecture reminiscent of a log cabin.

The staircase was still there, but was made of the more rustic wood like everything else. Something completely and entirely new was the roaring fire in a fireplace below the TV that was mounted above it instead of being in the corner like usual.

Not only that, but everything was also decorated to the nines in Christmas decorations, tinsel strung on the mantle very delicately and securely, a wreath on some of the posts, and the main attraction, the Christmas tree twinkling in the dim firelight.

As for the others, they were hovering near the Christmas tree. Logan was closest to Thomas, back to Thomas as he faced everyone else. Janus was hunched over the very bottom of the tree, placing a golden ornament among the gold and silver ornaments near the bottom of the tree.

Thomas frowned, his hands coming to clasp in front of him as his eyes fell on Virgil and Roman.

Virgil was swaying as he sat upon Roman’s shoulders. Reaching up, he hesitated at each little sway to put the purple colored ornament near the top of the very tall tree.

As a particularly violent sway sent both of them nearly off balance, Thomas nearly bolted forward to catch them, but Logan simply took a step towards them and pushed gently at a specific part of Roman’s back. The gesture was so subtle that Roman didn’t even pause as he laughed, securing Virgil on his shoulders without a glance backwards at Logan.

Even Roman didn’t notice, Thomas had, and he smiled at Logan as he came back to a different spot, but just as far away as the previous spot from the tree.

Something unusually tense in Logan’s back has Thomas’s feet immediately bringing him up beside Logan.

Thomas placed a hand on Logan’s arm once he was close enough. However, Logan quickly began to step to the side, but Thomas’s grip remained, halting Logan as soon as he began to move.

Neither of them said anything, a simple nod passing between them before the simultaneously turned back to watch Virgil and Roman’s antics.

“They are somehow so careful and yet so reckless. I can’t understand them sometimes.”

“Do they know they could’ve just conjured a ladder to do this?”

Turning to Thomas, Logan leveled a single eyebrow at Thomas, his expression still neutral.

“Sure, but then we wouldn’t get to see this… entertaining display.”

A slight upturn of Logan’s lips and a dusting of pick on his cheeks had Thomas looking back to the teetering disaster waiting to happen. Then back at Roman and Virgil. Then back at Logan.

A smile of Thomas’s own blossomed on his face.

Even the message on Logan’s dark blue and black sweater emphasized the moment, showing the periodic table with elements labeled Cu, Ti, E, all highlighted.

But Thomas didn’t address that as Logan subtly moved his hands behind his back, the edge of an object in his hand peeking out for a split second

“What is that in your hand? I see you hiding it.”

Bringing his hands farther away from Thomas with the offending item, Logan’s Adam’s apple bobbed conspicuously before Logan cleared his throat and spoke.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Mouth popping open, Thomas’s mouth was open in the ghost of a word before he froze, his face falling as his eyes darted back and forth a bit. Straightening his back, Thomas closed his mouth before placing a subtle, comforting hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“Oh, I suppose it’s a secret? Well then I won’t spoil it. Wouldn’t want to force your hand,” Thomas lightly tapped his pointer finger to his lips with a small smirk on his face. “I won’t keep you from whatever you’re doing.”

And with that, Thomas gave Logan a wink and stepped over to where Janus was still half bent over the tree.

“Hey Janus.”

Janus glanced up with his usual impassive expression, but the moment he met Thomas’s eyes, Janus’s face immediately melted into the smallest of smiles. The moment didn’t last long, a look from Janus returned by Thomas.

“Ah our creator. My humblest greetings.”

“I’m not your creator Janus. You are as much a part of me as I am in this place.”

“And yet, each of us here are so incredibly different. All thanks to you.”

Thomas’s cheeks heated rapidly, though his level expression suggested he was trying not to acknowledge that fact.

“Whatever.”

Both of them turned as Roman and Virgil began to exclaim, something about going too fast, lost in the flurry of limbs as they once again began to fall, but this time righted themselves completely unaided.

They each took a few moments, muttering words only each other could hear before Roman’s eyes turned to the bottom of the tree and the most incredulous sound imaginable came from his lips.

“Why must you defy everything I planned for this tree Mr. Slick and Grinchy?”

Crouching down, Janus made no effort to reply or react at all at first. He completed the gesture of placing the ornament and standing back up before his eyes even flickered to Roman in the slightest.

“Society is an illusion and so is perfect beauty or aesthetic.”

Roman frowned, huffing as he crossed his arms.

“I may not understand what exactly that means, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know you’re wrong about that! The ornaments should be evenly distributed across the tree instead of all of those ornaments being at the bottom.”

However, despite the passionate speech, Janus’s expression remained neutral, a yawn that appeared 100% genuine only adding to the message.

“Well, when you finally conjure that ladder, I’ll be happy to place some of these nearer to the top.”

Roman’s gasp this time was devoid of all it’s incredulousness this time, his eyes bugging out as he gently slapped his head with his hand the best he could while holding onto Virgil.

“It’s not often I say this, but… Mr. Humbug, you’re righ-”

“It’s time!” Thomas jumped, turning around to Patton’s head sticking out from the hallway. They made eye contact and Patton jerked his head back in the direction of the hall.

“Hey Thomas, some help with the drinks, Remus and I got the food.”

Rubbing his jaw, Thomas glanced back at Janus and Roman, their quick glances toward each other making Thomas’s breath catch.

“Sure Pat, I’m coming…”

Sending one last glance back at the trio with an apologetic smile, Thomas turned and walked past Patton back into the kitchen where the steaming mugs of hot cocoa sat for Thomas to bring. Remus already had a platter of pristine Christmas cookies and a full ham and a turkey and-

Eyes bugging out once again, Thomas’s eyes were locked onto Remus as he went down the hall with the entire contents of the oven carried in his 6 total hands.

Patton, on the other hand, had only two side dishes in his hands as he passed Thomas. Nodding towards the steaming mugs, Patton stepped back towards the living room.

“Just grab the trays, everything’s lighter here than you would expect, so you won’t have to much to handle.”

Opening his mouth, Thomas’s words died on his lips once again as Patton disappeared around the corner, leaving Thomas to his duty of bringing the drinks.

Thankfully, just as Patton said, the trays were exponentially lighter than they looked with 3-4 mugs on each of them. So Thomas easily picked up and brough the mugs back down the hallway.

But everything came to a sudden halt when Thomas stepped back into the living room.

He had to have been gone less than a minute, but the whole atmosphere in the living room had drastically shifted from a slight Christmas feel to full blown nostalgia Christmastime feeling. The tree had every inch covered in ornaments now, the fire was roaring somehow more than before and everyone was seated comfortably on the many couches that faced the TV with plates and utensils a plenty.

It took all Thomas’s effort not to drop both those dang platters as his feet almost instantaneously rooted him to the spot as his mouth dropped open at how fast everything had suddenly come together.

“Thomas- snrk- You okay there?” Virgil’s smug voice came from one of the furthest couches, Virgil sitting on the arm of the couch, but slowly sinking down towards the proper place.

Jolting, Thomas abruptly cleared his throat and nodded as his eyes continued to take in the living room, his voice not at all convincing.

“Uh, yes? Uh….no? I think… this is just… wow.”

Each of Sides looked to one another, a similar expression of wide open eyes at how awed Thomas sounded. They had done that. Only Janus managed not to look bothered, but by the way Remus rolled his eyes in Janus’s direction, there was more than meets the eye under the impassive half smile Janus had managed to pull off.

Soon, however, Thomas was stepping forward once again, not yet completely over the sight, but recovered enough that he could mostly properly function again.

Without a word, Thomas handed everyone a drink according to the cups, each of them the sides usual colors with an animal design/theme.

The last one left on the tray for Thomas was a chaotic blend of all of them, cutesy animals and a rainbow design.

“Oh… I love that. It’s perfect.”

Patton, who was sitting comfortably with Logan on a couch, leaned over the arm of their couch and patted Roman’s arm as best he could on the other couch.

“See, I told you he’d love it.”

And with that, all of them dug in, the hum of conversation washing over Thomas as he got what he wanted from each of the platters.

It was like only an instant had passed when Roman finally bolted up, bouncin on his toes in all his excitement.

“Is everyone done? Because if we are, then it’s time for presents!”

Presents went by just as fast as each of the Sides revealed their presents for each other.

Logan was first with a scrapbook for Patton of all the memories from the preparations, each of them laughing and preparing the day as well as some sneakily hidden shots from the meal. He even took a picture of Patton’s completely awed look, instructing Patton to turn to the last page to see the very picture already in the book.

It probably took five minutes for Patton to stop borderline choking Logan with a hug, and even more than that for Patton to stop crying happy tears into Logan’s Christmas sweater.

Patton’s present was for Janus.

Janus was leaning just slightly away from the present as he opened it, ready for something disappointing, perhaps. But instead a moment of pure joy flashed across Janus’s face as he opened it. Sure, his expression immediately hid that that moment had even existed, but every Side had watched him, so there was no hiding it.

Inside Janus’s present was everything a cold-blooded, snake themed side would want, a snake plushie and onesie as well as a heated and weighted blanket.

Still, with Janus’s blatant slip, he still schooled his expression as he extracted each from the packaging.

Janus had Virgil.

Thomas and Logan had frowned at the small package Virgil had been handed by Janus, aas did Virgil himself.

But Virgil was more curious than anything, as even though Janus was one to play tricks, this small package was small enough it was likely not to be one.

What nobody expected was the utter ear-piercing squeal that came from Virgil after a moment of gazing at his unwrapped present.

“How? You found an exclusive version of-”

“I know you love MCR, and found that, as luck would have it, in the recesses of Thomas’s mind. It helps to be a bit more experienced with all things not conscious. I-”

In a surprising move for everyone, Virgil cut Janus’s ramble short with a slamming hug.

There weren’t nearly as many tears as Patton’s reaction to his gift, but if there were a few tears that leaked into Janus’s sweater, Janus made no comment as Virgil finally pulled back, sheeks red as the reality of what he had just done sunk in.

Virgil had presents for both of the twins, a thing of slime that looked like sewage and other fun things for Remus and a set of copic markers for Roman.

Remus was immediate in unveiling his slime and beginning to play with it, but Roman was hesitant.

“I have plenty of markers, virgil, not that I am ungrateful for them, but what led you to this as my gift.”

Virgil tensed just ever so slightly before pushing a piece of paper in front of Roman.

“Just try them, idiot.”

Roman once again huffed in annoyance.

“Alright, Panic at the Disco.”

Roman tried out each of the colors, but soon found the paper to be too small for testing them out, and eventually, the color ran over each other, but when they did, Roman completely froze.

In all Roman’s time, he had never had markers that actually blended when you layered them. And that’s when it clicked in Roman’s expression, eyes widening like everyone else’s had when they opened their presents.

This time, of all times, Roman instantly apologized, nearly giving the markers back as his increasingly reddening face sunk deeper into his sweater. It wasn’t until Logan announced his own present was next that Roman had the courage to emerge, still rosy cheeked, but less so.

To complete the circle of gifts, the twins had Logan’s present. And they took their time in handing to Logan, as if what was inside was fragile or important.

Logan treated the gift the same, taking great care in unwrapping the gift before staring down at the gift of a very important looking notebook.

Without having to be asked, both of the twins wove a tale of watching Logan struggle to create a good schedule for Thomas, even clashing with Roman himself. But Remus was the one who continued, talking about how he had garnered some information from the non-conscious part of Thomas’s brain on how to tap into it to cement an idea or plan.

The notebook, when written in, would cement whatever idea was in it into Thomas’s mind, bring it to the forefront without completely intruding. It was the perfect thing to help Thomas listen to Logan more.

Thomas should’ve been more outraged that Logan had to have something like this to even be listened to, but his own logic had always been overshadowed by feelings at times. It was the best thing he could do to go over to Logan and hug him when he saw the tension in Logan’s body and the refusal to meet Thomas’s eyes.

The instant Thomas wrapped his arms around Logan, his body stiffened even more before just as quickly completely melting into Thomas completely. Fingers running through Logan’s hair, Thomas whispered out quiet assurances.

“No, don’t you dare feel guilty about not being heard. You shouldn't have to be ‘tempted’ to make me listen ‘against my will.’ You are a part of me that I need to listen to, and I trust you enough to allow this greater power over me. If I didn’t want this, my creativity- creavtivities wouldn’t have made this for you.”

That was enough to stop the slight shivering as Logan pulled back with uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable eyes, wide and awe-filled.

“Really?” Logan’s voice was barely a breath.

“Really.” Thomas echoed, squeezing Logan gently before letting go and sitting back beside him.

Still keeping Logan in the corner of his eye, Thomas turned to Remus and Roman who were still in front of them with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

“Now, each of you check your pockets now,” Both of them snapped in unison as Roman spoke. “You should find something new there.”

With varying levels of excitement and wariness each of them reached into their pockets to produce a jagged piece of something. When the twins were met with blank stare at the reason for these gifts, neither of them faltered.

“Each of you, gather around the coffee table and place your piece down, we have ours as well.”

Eyebrow raised, Thomas obliged, as did the rest of the Sides after. As each of them placed their piece on the table, the idea slowly came into shape, though as always it was Logan’s face to light up first in realization.

“Now each of you arrange your pieces the best you can to create a complete shape, there is only one way these pieces fit together, but we’ll let you figure it out.”

It only took a moment for each of their voices to vy to be heard, only Logan holding his tongue as he had likely already figured it out and a stern but gentle glare from Roman to not ruin it for everyone. Roman did pointedly glance at the notebook he and Remus had just given him, permission to slyly get back at Roman is however he saw fit in what he guided Thomas towards.

Surprisingly, it was Patton who first exclaimed the solution.

“Oh that’s so cute! It’s a star!”

Judging by the grumbles that arose from Janus, he might have been close to that solution himself, but was beaten to the punch by Patton’s exclamation.

“You got it! This our gift to all of you.”

In any case, after that the 7 of them arranged their pieces so that the star design appeared. Thomas’s pink piece was at the top, with Virgi’s purple and Roman’s red sitting beside it. For now, the star was devoid of orange, but full of the rest of the sides neon yellows, lush greens and two distinct peaceful blues.

The star was still a 5 pointed star, which made the piece placement a little more complicated, but eventually they were able to press the pieces together. When they did the star flashed brightly before suddenly zooming out of everyone’s grip and alighting on the tree.

Once the star was in its place, snow suddenly began to fall from the ceiling silently. Even Remus and Roman’s mouth fell open as the first flakes settled onto them.

Each of the Sides and Thomas gazed up at least once to try to find where they were coming from, but they just appeared a few inches from the ceiling and fell down to them.

Even with the mystery, all of them slowly succumbed to the urge to enjoy the indoor snow. Whether it was trying to catch a flake with their tongue or immediately catching as much snow in one place to attempt a snowball, the formality of the gift giving was completely gone and replaced with the unbridle fun of playing in the snow.

“Wait… where… Where did that mistletoe come from? We never put that up.” Virgil pointed to a sprig of mistletoe above where Janus and Remus were gathering snow, Janus gathering most of it while Remus made balls of snow.

Both Janus and Remus looked up in unison, eyeing the sprig before looking at each other.

“I don’t care, come here Jani-bear. I want to get steamy enough that the snow starts melting.”

Even Thomas rolled his eyes at the pet name and the cheesy line, but couldn’t help fawning over Janus’s reaction.

Face turning bright red, it was Janus who took the initiative to pull Remus’s collar and kiss him. Responding in kind after a moment to recover, Remus responded by mouthing into the kiss just as passionately.

A gasp from behind Thomas had him turning to yet another sprig of mistletoe, this time above the four other sides, each of them turning red as they turned their face up to it.

Surprisingly, Patton was the first to place a quick kiss on Logan’s lips, with Roman just behind him sweeping Virgil into a kiss of his own.

Thomas's chest filled with warmth as he watched his sides kiss each other, their love an extension of his own self love. The sensation filled him outwards from his chest up to his head and down to the tip of his toes.

It wasn’t until he was staggering, though, that it hit him that maybe the warmth wasn’t just love, that the blanket he didn’t exactly remember wrapping around himself was warming him up pleasantly as well.

Eyes dropping, Thomas made it to the couch, lying down to answer the call of his mind, the warm embrace of sleep ever stronger on him.

A familiar voice echoed softly in his head just at the cusp of sleep

“This is our present for you, Thomas, a pleasant dream by our sides enjoying Christmas together.”

The picture of his Sides’ concerned faces hovering over him faded as the pleasant feelings of the night carried him off into proper, joy filled dreams.

Thomas smiled, nuzzling into his pillow, asleep and content.

#sander sides fic #sanders sides #christmas #christmas fic #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #Janus Sanders #romantic lamp #Romantic Dukeceit #Romantic Demus #kissing

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fuckingthefictional · 4 years

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Runaway Lovers

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Warnings: Swearing, suggestions regarding to sex, crap writing?

Requested: yes, part two requested by @hamdehlesmis

A/N: for the part where Finn writes a letter, I’ve made it so the writing is more phonics based. Because I find it unrealistic to have a character who is illiterate to suddenly start reading and writing with the knowledge of perfect grammar and spelling.

Alfie Solomons was a name that struck cold fear into some on the toughest of men.

His cool and calculating gaze was enough to send uneasy chills up anyone’s spine.

He was a man who had red on his ledger and the mighty hand of God on his side.

To most he was a cold and calculating gang leader- with the proclivity of making violent, rash decisions that mainly benefited himself and anyone lucky enough to be considered a friend.

And most were not lucky enough to have that benefit.

Y/N Y/L/N was lucky to be considered a friend- more accurately she was a close relative of the Jewish gang leader.

Alfie’s Mother, was the sister of Y/N’s mother. The two women were close, but drifted apart after they were married to their respective husbands. Only to reunite during the Great War.

That was the first time Y/N had been in proper contact with her mothers side of the family- and thank God she continued to stay in contact with them.

Otherwise her and Finn would’ve been rendered homeless and well and truly fucked.

Y/N forced herself to drag her thoughts away from what would have been, and instead focused on the passing green pasteurs that sped past the train cars window.

The lack of pollution was obvious and made a huge difference. She was able to see the colours of the night sky, along with the scattered stars- such things that felt as if they didn’t exist in Small Heath.

Y/N felt a soft kiss on a stray patch of bare skin below her ear and at the top of her jawline. Finn.

“Stop stressing love, we’ll be okay.”

It was like he had read her mind, “‘m not stressing.” She mumbled into her palm.

“If you aren’t stressing then how come your leg is bouncing?” Finn chuckled as he pressed another kiss to her temple.

Y/N rolled her eyes. Of course he would pick up on the finer details, it was just another reason why she loved him.

It wasn’t long before the train pulled into Camden Town Station. The whole station seemed to be rather empty- apart from one man who seemed to be waiting for the trains arrival.

He was an older gentleman, who had a scraggly beard and clutched a cane. His face was partially covered from the hat that topped his head. But on his chest, he proudly bore a necklace that held the Star of David.

It was Alfie.

He had changed a lot, the pictures that Y/N had been shown of him depicted him to be younger, lacking a beard. But the face was the same.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” The older man addressed her, a slight smirk on his face, “My god ‘ow you’ve grown- I remember when you were a bloody babe.”

She turned to Finn, a soft smile gracing her features, “Love this is Alfie, my cousin.”

Both men shook hands, each of them sizing the other up.

“Thank you for letting us stay with you.” Finn nodded at the older man, “we really appreciate it.”

“‘S nothin’ alright?” Alfie boomed loudly, “any person whose a friend of our Y/N/N is a friend of mine- now let’s get your stuff back to my ‘Ouse ‘ey?”

The two teenagers followed the older man, out of the station, their hands interlocked- ready for this next chapter of their lives.

It was difficult not knowing what their future held. And what they would face in this grey part of their lives, but Finn and Y/N knew they were lucky.

Lucky to have a place to stay, lucky to be in London. And most of all: lucky to be with each other.

Two months later Y/N and Finn were still as strong as ever, and the pair of them had both gotten jobs in Camden Town.

Finn working down at the docks, where he loaded Alfie’s spirits into the boats that would travel across the Atlantic.

Finn had been clear with his girlfriend’s cousin that he wanted no part in the extremely illegal parts of the business. In other words he didn’t want to be a front runner, Finn was quite happy working behind the scenes or on the sidelines. Doing the smaller less risky jobs that helped boost business.

Thankfully Alfie has agreed with him, saying, “If I got you in trouble yeah, or you got fuckin’ hurt- then my cousin would have my balls hanging up above the fuckin’ fireplace.”

Y/N however had a different job role. As she helped run the books, Y/N had her mothers brains, math was her forte and not to mention her and Alfie were close, and her older cousin kept her well protected and safe.

Their jobs weren't particularly high paid and they’d told Alfie that they didn’t want special treatment when it came to their pay- either way they made enough to pay their part on rent at Alfie’s house (which usually meant paying for the food and occasionally the hot water bill).

But neither Finn or Y/N were disappointed, they were employed and bringing in an income. That was more than they’d done in small Heath.

“Y’know, I finally feel like I’m apart of something,” Finn mumbled as he kissed down Y/N’s bare back, “I finally feel wanted by others, that aren’t You, Ada or Pol.”

“Finn,” The girl sighed as she turned over to face him, “You have no idea how much purpose you bring to other people.” Y/N stroked his hair softly, feeling the bouncy curls slip between her finger tips, “Finn because of you, Alfie is finally reconnecting with his blood relatives- he said that if this hadn’t happened, then he was willing to give up on family. And by coming away from the life you had in Small Heath you’re making Ada feel better about her role as a big sister.”

Finn was in a semi state of shock, he had no idea he had made that much of an impact, “And you?” He asked.

“God Finn,” Y/N pressed her forehead to his, “ever since you pulled me back from that drunk driver, I knew that my life was going to be flipped upside down- that I was going to fall in love.” She licked her lips, “I can’t imagine my life without you- you’re my constant, my everything, the love of my life.”

The auburn haired boy pulled his girl close to his chest, peppering sweet kisses to her hairline, “I love you pretty girl.”

“And I you, Freckles.”

“D’you think we should come clean to Alfie- about my family I mean.” Finn chewed on his lips nervously.

Y/N sighed, “I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow, but for now my love we should get some sleep.”

Knock, knock, knock

It was one of those rare days that Alfie was working from home, Y/N had overheard his doctor telling Alfie that he needed to take it easy and rest more.

So of course Y/N forced him to stay at home. It was odd really, the pair had only reconnected a few months ago. But already it felt as if Alfie was coming into the older brother role in Y/N’s life, whereas she was the persuasive younger sister that Alfie never had growing up.

Their dynamic was one that many had never seen, there was constant teasing and banter between the two. And Y/N had been the only one to make demands from the big scary gang leader and live to tell the tale.

“Come in.” Alfie’s muffled voice came from behind the other side of the door.

As Y/N entered the office while balancing a tea tray on her arm, when she looked up she noticed her cousin sat at his desk with his specs on, Cyril layed down at his feet.

“Morning, Alf.” Y/N smiled warmly, “I’ve brought you some tea and biscuits.” She sat down opposite him, as he started across the desk accusingly.

“What do yer want aye?” Alfie squinted his eyes, “you only ever bring me stuff when yer tryna butter me up.”

“Well Is it working?” Y/N looked at her cousin as he poured himself a cup and necked down a biscuit.

“Depends that dunnit.” Alfie responded, raising his brow.

“Well I have some news,” Y/N started fidgeting with her hands, “Some news you might not take too well.”

“Fuckin’ hell- you’re not up the bloody duff are yer?”

The teenager promptly felt herself choke on her own spit, “What?” She shouted, her eyes as round as saucers, “No!” Y/N attempted to recompose herself, “Look What I was trying to get at is that Finn belongs to a family that weren’t good to him, he ran away from his old life after his brother tried to force us apart. And we talked last night about finally coming clean to you Alf, because we appreciate all you’ve done for us and we don’t feel like we’re being truthful and-“

“Y/N!” Alfie cut off her ranted speech, “I know that Finn is a Shelby.” He stated simply, “Do you really think I don’t do background checks on my workers Y/N/N?”

“And you’re okay with him?” Y/N was still in a state of shock,

“Well,” Alfie leant forwards, “ma always taught us to not judge a book by the pissin’ cover aye? Sometimes that shit also includes certain family names.” He paused, pondering what to say next, “Look I kept an eye out for the lad in the first few weeks yous stayed ‘ere, in case there was some spyin’ goin’ on. But there wasn’t, it was just a lovestruck boy who’s willin’ to do anythin’ to make ‘is girl happy. So as far as I’m concerned Y/N/N, he’s a new branch in the Solomons family.”

Y/N could feel happy tears brimming in her eyes, she finally saw what Finn meant. She felt like she mattered, like she had purpose for the first time in a very long time.

Two months. It had been two months since Finn had just up and left. Tommy didn't think that his youngest sibling what actually hold to his word- he didn't think that Finn of all people would actually quit the family buisness and leave small heath.

And with all of that considered, Tommy didn't know where the fuck Finn had gone. And that was a first in Tommy’s experience- he didn't know something.

It was incredibly frustrating and not to mention Polly was in bits since Finn had just gone missing in action. It wasn't hard to see that there was a soft spot in his aunts heart for the youngest Shelby.

He’d had men search every major city in Britain, knowing Finn couldn’t have strayed too far off the beaten path.

The youngest Shelby never was one for spontaneity, he was too much like his mother for that- he liked to have a plan set out in front of him.

But what made the situation all the more complicated was the war Tommy had made on Sabini, if Finn was in London then there was a large chance that he was in danger.

Tommy didn’t want more blood on his hands, he didn’t know if he could handle more blood on his hands.

Dear Pol,

This leter wil onlie be short, but its a leter non the less. All you need to no is that I am safe and happie, and hav started a new life for myself. If you want to meet, then go to Ada’s on Saterday and i will meet you there.

Lots of luv and take care,

Finn

P.S- Y/N is teeching me to reed and rite, it is a work in progres- but I am lerning!

Polly grinned at the letter in front of her, it was most definitely her nephew. Despite it being in letter form, his mannerisms and language hasn’t changed.

The older woman could feel her heart swell with pride for her youngest nephew, deep down Polly knew that the Blinder lifestyle wasn’t for him.

Finn was like Ada in that way- he followed his heart. And his heart has chosen a different path than his brothers.

Polly set the letter down on her desk as she pondered what her next course of action would be, obviously she was going to Ada’s to meet her nephew on the Saturday.

However she was met with the dilemma of how she could get it past Tommy.

One one hand, Tommy was the patriarch of the family- Polly knew that she was practically obligated to tell her older nephew her plans and whereabouts.

But on the other hand, Finn was safe. He was free from a dangerous life, he was happy and he had started a new path.

And that was more than anything Tommy could offer the lad. Polly knew that Finn valued his freedom and happiness over all the money in the world.

Pulling out a cigarette, Polly fiddled with the small stick of tobacco. After igniting it, she took a deep inhale, allowing the smoke to fill her lungs.

Every piece of her heart and soul was telling her to keep Finn safe. Maybe that was just the mother hen in Polly- but she was certain on one thing.

Thomas Shelby was going to learn to live with his actions and consequences of his words, because Polly had no intention of saying a word about Finn’s whereabouts.

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 3 years

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Omg I loved your most recent piece with Arinn! 🍒🍓🗡️ for him?

Thank you so much!! :D

(From this prompt list)

Btw, For those who asked, technically I reblogged that list several weeks ago, but it took me a while to fill some of the prompts. I have gotten a few more since then. While I’m not actively looking to take more I will still attempt to fill any that I can come up with an idea for. :)

Anyway...

🍒 - A broken nose and a bloody kiss. 🍓 - Fresh black bruises and deep red scratches. 🗡 - The scar they never forgot.

Content Warnings: beating, fighting, bruising, broken bones, blood, hospital mention

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“Don’t - you - even - fucking - look - at my boyfriend - again!”

With each word comes a blow, a kick, layering bruise upon bruise on Arinn’s torso. He’s just started to gain his breath back when another kick to his stomach knocks it from him again. He hunches over, wheezing.

He has no idea who the man is talking about. Whoever it was, it was someone he met and slept with before Alex. And he would have had no idea if the man was in a relationship; he didn’t ask those sort of questions. But the jealous boyfriend had found out and tracked him down regardless of the time that had passed. Now he takes out his frustration in the form of a brutal beating and Arinn, cornered and caught off guard, is too dizzy and battered to fight back.

“I - “ he coughs violently, clutching his aching stomach. “I have a boyfriend too,” he rasps out when he hears the scuff of sneakers on gravel.

“Yeah? Well I don’t see him anywhere, so - “

The man stops suddenly when he also notices the presence of another person. Arinn hears him make a confused sound and turn - and the hears the sharp sound of knuckles on flesh when Alex sends his attacker sprawling backwards with a punch.

“You okay, Ari?”

“Not - ah - particularly.” Arinn turns over and props himself back against a wall so he can see what’s happening. He grins when he sees Alex. At times like this he feels a bit like a damsel in distress, but it’s hard to mind when his boyfriend makes such a handsome knight.

Alex glances at him, sees the bruises blooming across his soft skin, and snarls.

“Shit - okay, hold on...”

The man regains his bearings and goes into a fighting stance not unlike Alex’s. It’s clear right away he might be a more even match than Alex is used to, someone else with fighting experience and quick reflexes.

Arinn’s fear is confirmed when the man deals a series of blows. Alex blocks most of them, but one catches him off guard, a fist driving into his face and an undeniable, sharp snap that makes Arinn flinch. Alex stumbles back, clutching his nose, blood streaming through his fingers.

Arinn’s smile drops. The blood is a brutal reminder that Alex isn’t invincible. He’s only human. He can lose. He can be hurt.

The other man is about to attack again, with Alex still disoriented. Despite the pain that comes with moving, Arinn shuffles forward on the ground and sticks his leg out, tripping the attacker mid-step. He doesn’t quite fall over, but this gives Alex enough time to focus. He delivers a swift kick across the man’s head, slamming him into the opposite wall and knocking him out.

Both panting, they stare at him where he drops to make sure he’s out cold.

Alex drops to his knees beside Arinn. Before he can check him over, Arinn catches his face and leans in to examine his nose in the evening’s fading gray light.

“It could be broken,” he mutters, “I can’t tell through all the blood...”

“Feels broken,” Alex replies miserably. He flinches at even the slight movement of talking.

Arinn holds him still and leans in to kiss him softly, careful to avoid bumping his nose. When he pulls away his lips are stained with Alex’s blood and Alex is looking at him like he’s lost his mind.

Arinn’s reddened lips pull up into a grin. “Like a little blood could keep me from kissing you.”

“You look like a vampire,” Alex replies, laughing, and then hisses and puts a hand over his nose when the laugh jostles it. Arinn grows serious, starting to stand in spite of his own pain and urging Alex to do the same.

“You need to get that looked at. I’m getting you an Uber to the hospital.”

“Not me, us. You’re hurt too.” Alex tries to lift Arinn’s shirt to get a glimpse of the damage but Arinn grasps his wandering hand and holds it.

“You know I can’t,” he says softly.

It’s true - the risk is too great, especially if he were given pain medicine or anesthesia. He has to rely on his body to heal itself. Even if it’s slow and painful at times, it’s better than being discovered.

Alex is frowning and looking like he wants to argue, but he knows the risks as well as Arinn. He gives in with a sigh and pulls Arinn into a loose hug.

“We aren’t far from home. Can I walk you back and get a ride from there?”

“Hmm...deal.”

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A few hours later Alex returns to their apartment bandaged, tired and grumpy.

Arinn is lying on his back on their bed, where he flopped down the moment he got home and hasn’t moved since. Sore and drowsy, he looks up with a small hum when Alex enters the room.

Alex’s nose is bandaged and the skin around it is a little swollen. As sad as the sight is, Arinn is relieved he went and got it taken care of.

“Thank you,” he tells him sincerely. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to that handsome face of yours.”

He smiles when he sees Alex duck his head away and shuffle over to the dresser to change. Alex doesn’t think much of his appearance, but Arinn thinks he’s beautiful, and he tells him as often as he can.

Alex slips into pajamas and sits beside Arinn, who finally lets him lift his shirt off to reveal the array of deep black and purple bruises. He makes a soft, sympathetic sound as he hovers his fingers over the abused skin. Arinn can see the desire to touch and kiss that Alex is only barely resisting for his sake.

“We still have some of that gel,” he offers quietly. “How about you put some on me and then we go to bed?”

Alex finds a patch of unbruised skin and presses a light kiss to it. “Anything you want.”

While Alex’s big, warm, gentle hands smooth the gel over Arinn’s body, Arinn watches his boyfriend’s face. Specifically, he stares at his bandaged nose.

Even if it heals fully, even if it doesn’t scar...he’ll never forget the sound of the bone snapping, or the sight of blood pouring down Alex’s face. He’ll never forget that this man who he loves more than anything is breakable no matter how strong he seems.

Alex is always taking care of him, protecting him, looking out for him. After that night, Arinn swears to try harder to do the same.

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I hope this was OK! I think I got everything in except the scratches. :) Thanks for the prompt!

#whump #beating #bruises #broken nose #blood #injury #fighting #hospital mention #romance #caretaking #touching #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #alex #arinn #prompt fill

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mea-laetitia · 4 years

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remus lupin finally snaps

CW: some bad language

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It was cold, and his bones were stiff. When he walked up the stairs to the dormitories it was a slow and painful experience that wasn’t helped by his mood. Every time he stumbled or took too long to take a step up Remus Lupin grumbled. He was not in the mood to deal with his lycanthropy tonight, and why the fuck couldn’t he manage a flight of stairs for Godric’s sake? It had been two whole days since the night of the full moon, a particularly bad one judging from his aches, but nonetheless he didn’t see why he couldn’t manage the stairs. He had been in bed for the entirety of those days and taken every unnecessary potion Pomfrey shoved in his face. So why was he still in pain?

By the time he reached the door to the marauder’s dorm he was thoroughly pissed, and in the mood for a fight. He knew that someone behind that door would most likely oblige him if he only prodded enough, and so, using the last of his energy he kicked the door open dramatically and stalked inside.

Three heads turned to him briefly, noted his expression, and then promptly turned to face each other once again. Remus could practically smell their confusion, it almost made him laugh. He sat on his bed and shut the curtains violently, laying down and stretching his entire body out.

And then he waited.

He knew it was only a matter of time before one of them tentatively peeked through the curtains and tried to ask him what was wrong. If he wasn’t in such a bad headspace he would recognize how nice that was of them, and that really, he had some damn good friends. But now, he thought it annoying, and an invasion of his privacy. He prepared to shout at whoever opened the curtains just that point.

Anxious whispering could be heard from James’ bed, which Remus rolled his eyes at. God they were so fucking nosy. A few minutes passed and the voices rose to a crescendo, though Remus couldn’t make out any individual words. He heard the dorm room door open and swiftly close, but the presence of one person remained, Remus could smell him.

A few seconds of tense silence lapsed between the two boys. One who was nervous and had clearly been left with the job of talking to Lupin, the other waiting for him to do so, and ready to rip him to shreds no matter what he said.

Not the healthiest of arrangements really.

If Remus was to take a guess at who was behind the curtain he would probably say Peter. If it was James then he wouldn’t have hesitated this long, and he probably would have been the one to start the fight, telling him unless something very wrong had happened he was being a dramatic prick. If it was Sirius he would also not have hesitated, and probably would have just hopped right in and started fighting with him.

Plus there was the added fact that if James and Sirius both didn’t want to talk to Remus there was nothing stopping them, and Peter would be left to sort the mess out almost one hundred percent of the time.

It was because of these assumptions that Remus forgot about his anger for a moment when he saw Sirius of all people peer through the gap in the curtains.

Why had he hesitated?

When Remus didn’t immediately bite Sirius pulled back the curtains more and sat across from him.

He attempted casualty at first. “Alright mate?”

“Yes everything’s peachy.” Remus snapped.

Sirius didn’t immediately respond, which Remus found to be strange. Normally he would have an almost instantaneous retort and then the fight would begin. Why was he being so cautious?

“Did something happen or are you just grumpy from the moon?” He pressed, resting his chin in his hands as he watched his friend.

“‘Just grumpy from the moon’?” Remus growled. “Have you ever transformed into a fucking monster and lost your mind for hours on end and then been in horrible pain for days afterwards?”

He was shouting already, but Sirius seemed unfazed. He actually chuckled at this. “Yeah fair point I guess.”

Remus felt like he could turn into the wolf again he was so pissed off. He wanted to reach forward and throttle Sirius but at the same time he looked so beautiful in the soft lamplight of their room that an equally strong desire to just kiss him overcame him too, and it made him angrier while also making it hard to stay angry.

“Why can’t you take this seriously?” He snapped. “And don’t you fucking dare say you are Sirius or I swear to Godric-”

Sirius laughed. “I actually wasn’t going to say that but now you’ve done it for me. Nice one!”

Then he had the audacity to reach for a high-five. Remus glared at him and he promptly lowered his hand. “Wow your knickers really are in a twist tonight.”

“My knickers are perfectly fine thank you very much! And stop changing the subject.”

“What?” Sirius smirked. “Trying to stay angry are you? Looks like you’re struggling. What are you even mad about?”

“I’m mad that I’m a fucking werewolf and that I’ll probably die young because of it and that my life won’t even be fulfilling in the meantime because everyone will be unable to see past what I am!”

Sirius opened his mouth to speak but Remus wasn’t finished.

“And it hurts EVERYWHERE and I’m sick to death of you!”

Sirius blinked at him. “Me?”

Remus didn’t know why he added that last bit, but he knew for sure he was now bordering on dangerous territory. If he wasn’t careful he might just let his feelings for Sirius slip and he would finally have something legitimate to complain about.

But he couldn’t deny that the fight was already making him feel better, and he was still angry enough that any common sense was long gone. He tightened a fist around the bedsheets they sat on and stared Sirius dead on.

His voice grew dangerously quiet. “Yeah. You.”

“What did I do?” Sirius matched his tone. Any trace of laughter was gone and he finally looked concerned.

“Godric you still haven’t fucking noticed have you? You’re so blind and oblivious it actually hurts. Do you have any idea how infuriating you are?”

Sirius clearly still had no clue what he was saying, though he looked almost scared to admit it. “Very?”

Remus threw his pillow at the boy, who swiftly caught it and returned it to its place on the bed without breaking eye contact.

“You know what? I thought you might have finally caught on this year but you’re still prancing around like nothing’s changed. It’s been four years, Sirius how ignorant are you?”

“Four years since what Remus? Clearly I have no idea what you’re talking about so just tell me!” Sirius said, finally losing his patience with the werewolf.

But Remus wasn’t listening, he was on a roll and he didn’t feel like stopping anymore. Any punishment that ensued would be worth it because he was finally voicing the anger that had been building up for years.

“I couldn’t have made it more obvious if I tried! Honestly I drop at least a hundred hints a day, you haven’t seen me with anyone literally ever, despite the fact that I’ve been asked out numerous times.”

Sirius was speechless.

“But worst of all is that you just haven’t noticed. If James was in my place you would have figured it out the day it all began but with me you just didn’t see. Like it made sense for me to be acting weird around you all of a sudden and flinch at your touch and blush at your gaze. And then when I gained enough confidence to attempt flirting with you for fucks sake you still didn’t notice. ‘That’s just my Moony, best friend, telling me I look beautiful this morning and stumbling over his words.’ I thought that even if you didn’t feel the same way you might have the decency to pull me aside and tell me rather than letting me flounder in my love for you but as time went by I started to realize that the problem wasn’t your lack of reciprocation but rather your complete and utter obliviousness. Even now I bet you still haven’t fucking realized it have you?”

He was finally done, and rather than the soul sucking fear he anticipated he might feel when he finally told Sirius his deepest secret he felt relief. It was over. No matter how he responded now at least there were no more secrets between them. Sirius was staring at him with a look that even Remus couldn’t decipher. There was either a complete lack of emotion behind his eyes or there was too much going on that they looked utterly glazed over.

And then Sirius spoke.

“What?”

He was shaking his head in confusion and Remus felt like screaming again. What did he mean ‘what’? Did he need more fucking clarification? What else could he do to make it clear?

Before he even finished thinking that he knew, and he decided to do something very stupid indeed.

Without thinking about the consequences Remus suddenly lunged forward, ignoring the stabbing pain in his body, and grabbed Sirius’ face, pulling it towards his own. Their lips crashed together forcefully and all of a sudden nothing else mattered. Remus’ anger disappeared, replaced by nothing short of joy when he felt Sirius kiss him back, fisting his shirt and pulling him desperately closer to him.

Remus chanced a brush of Sirius’ hair, tentatively reaching up to run his hands through the messy waves, and heard a tiny hum of pleasure from the boy in response. He smiled into the kiss and deepened it, and he faintly realized that he should be in pain right now from crouching so awkwardly in front of Sirius, but in fact he was far from pain. Holding Sirius in his arms and having him hold him back was better than any healing potion Pomfrey had ever given him. It was addicting, he was getting high off its effects.

All too soon they broke apart for air, both panting slightly but grinning nonetheless.

“Is that clear enough for you?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

And Sirius actually blushed, looking almost apologetic for not realizing until now. “Clear as day.”

#wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius x remus #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders oneshot

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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Dark Era Chuuya and Dazai fighting over how to punish their darling after she tries to escape form the mafia? Thank you!

I might’ve worked under the assumption that the Reader-Insert used to be a hostage for the Port Mafia before being ‘taken in’, but... I just couldn’t resist. I love the boys and their abandonment issues.

TW: Mentions Of Injury, Mentions of Isolation/Starvation, and Mentions of Dehumanization

Your captors were always angry. You’d gotten used to it, as the days turned into weeks and those weeks became long, hope-crushing months, your position as a ‘rival hostage’ soon turning into an imprisonment you doubted Chuuya was as adamant on ending as he insisted. Dazai was another story, always as cheerful as he was clingy, but that persona would melt away the moment you called him a vulgar name or mentioned your ‘old life’, as they called it.

But, it was different, right now. They weren’t angry, or bitter, and you doubted either was making an effort to hide it.

No, they were furious, tonight.

Chuuya growled at the slightest movements, his knee digging harshly into your thigh as he kneeled over you. Usually, he would try to be gentle, speaking softly and constantly asking you if your chains were too tight, but he seemed to relish in your small, pained whimpers as metal cuffs threatened to cut off your circulation, keeping your wrists pinned against the bed’s headboard. You didn’t think this was your room, either, but it was hard to tell.

You would’ve thought Dazai was aiming to kill, if the amount of force he’d used while ‘retrieving’ you was anything to go by.

He was still huffy, crossing his arms as he let Chuuya do most of the work. You made an attempt to meet his eyes, to make yourself seem as fragile as you could, but doing anything was a strain. The back of your head hurt where his Desert Eagle had collided with your skull, and the rest of your body was far past sore, your jaw protesting it’s very existence from the hour or so you’d been gagged. But, Dazai didn’t seem sympathetic, only turning away from your buys for his affection. “Planning on wrapping this up, anytime soon?” He snapped, his impatience coming through clearly. Chuuya’s hands had fallen to your gag, toying with the cloth as he tried to find the knot, but he seemed to pause at Dazai’s words. “It shouldn’t be taking this long,” Dazai continued, slightly quieter than before. “Every passing minute only gives (Y/n) time to think of more excuses.”

“I’m working on it, alright?” Chuuya grunted, speaking through grit teeth. He handled the betrayal surprisingly well, remaining silent rather than saying something he’d regret. But the show he’d put on was only a distraction, at best. No amount of frowning and biting his tongue could trick you, not when you could feel his hands shaking as he jerked the rag down to your neck. “Maybe if you would help out and stop being so bitchy, we’d already be done.”

There was another huff, another averted glare, but Dazai took a step forward regardless. He was hesitant, and yet his gaze softened as he looked down at you, all bruised and battered and beaten. He’d been the cause for most of your injuries, ever so violent in his rage. Dazai didn’t move to help Chuuya, but he sat on the edge on your bed, supporting himself with one hand while the other cupped your cheek, his thumb pressing into a particularly nasty mark on your cheek.

“What’re we going to do with you?” His voice was significantly calmer, less emotional than it had been. Leaning into his palm was the obvious course of action, but the way he chuckled as you flinched didn’t make prolonged contact seem any more appealing than making another run for the exit. “You know we’re going to have to do something, don’t you, sweetheart? We can’t just let this kind of behavior go unchecked.”

You flexed your jaw before you opened your mouth, your throat probably too dry for you to say anything meaningful. “I… I’m sorry,” You settled on, catching Chuuya’s attention as well. “I didn’t mean to, I just get so scared when you’re not home. I wanted to look for you, but then I got lost, and I didn’t know-”

“Bullshit.” It almost surprised you, when Chuuya cut in, but the shock was shortlived. He’d made himself comfortable on your thighs, still towering over you while he positioned himself in your lap, the new-found height only making you more afraid of the scowl tugging at his lips. “We should break something, just for trying to lie. We can start with the legs, if you want.”

Dazai clicked his tongue, thinking over the suggestion and watching as you tensed up. There was a seriousness to Chuuya, a stone-cold honesty that made it clear his threats weren’t hollow. You were almost thankful when Dazai broke the silence, the panic half a second away from making your struggle start all-over. “That’s so cruel, Nakahara, you can’t really want to hurt our angel.” His fingers drummed against your skin, short nails scrapping at dried blood, and you wondered how far they’d go to out-do the other. “You don’t have an apartment, right? Clearly, we’ve spoiled them, and a few weeks spent in a cold, damp basement should help.”

“It’s not enough, they’ll just go back to being ungrateful when we give-in.” You hated it, how they could talk like you weren’t even there, but you didn’t think they cared. It’d never stopped them before. “It’ll only work if you stay strong. We wouldn’t be able to visit for a few days, and after that, they’ll have to ask nicely if they want something to eat-”

“Please,” You mumbled, the interruption near-instinctual. You didn’t want your legs to be broken, you didn’t want to be locked in a cellar, you didn’t want to be starved. Dazai’s nails clamped down around your cheek, nearly breaking the skin, but you couldn’ve taken the hint if you tried. “I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll… behave, I won’t try to run away again, I’ll do whatever you want me to!”

The two exchanged glances, expressions suddenly distant, apathetic. You wondered if you should go on, if you should beg, but luckily, Dazai started before you could. “(Y/n) doesn’t want to leave us…” He trailed off, a wide grin soon painted over his features. “How cute! We can’t leave now, baby, not when it’s so obvious why they’re trying to get out.”

Dazai was on Chuuya in a moment, clinging to his shoulders as he shook at the boy, but Chuuya never looked away from you. His eyes were intense, dark, but that smile scared you more than anything. “I don’t think we have to,” He mused, much to Dazai’s bliss. “Do you still have that leash? And that collar, the pink one? I’m sure they’d love some fresh air, but we can’t let them roam freely.”

There was an excited clap, frantic conversation and hastily made plans for their meeting, tomorrow, but you tuned it out quickly. You tried to tell yourself that this was better, than humiliation was better than injury, that their fucking kinks had to be more bearable than months of having to rely on your torturers for help, but…

But, you’d never been good at lying to yourself.

And you didn’t think you liked the idea of seeing what those monsters would do with a new pet, either.

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rikalovesrice · 3 years

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Will Tilly be getting a familiar?

Finally finished this! Hope you enjoy!!💙

One minute Tilly had been snuggled under her covers, rabbit plush in her arms, falling asleep as one does. And the next…

She was standing on the beach.

Tilly gasped, the brightness of the full moon above her the first thing to register. Next was the ocean breeze, combing through her hair, tugging at her nightgown. The smell of salt. The sound of waves rolling and crashing. The grit and coolness of wet sand beneath her feet, between her toes.

“What...what...What!!” Tilly whirled around, only seeing more expanse of a silvery shoreline. She pat herself down, lightly smacked her cheeks. Looked out at the white sheen upon the water’s surface, rippling around a single stripe of reflected moonlight. Light and darkness undulating softly.

“I’m dreaming…,” Tilly breathed. “I’m dreaming, right?” Her answer came when a particularly large wave crashed and raced up the sand, engulfing Tilly’s calves in cold water. She yelped, pulling up her nightgown but the bottom was already soaked. Tilly wiped her face with the back of her hand, looking up at the moon.

That should’ve woken her up, right?

Although the more she stared at the giant glowing disk in the night sky, the more Tilly found her scattered mind being drawn around it. Suddenly her entire being was stripped bare. Like the moon was acknowledging her. Like it was speaking to her.

That’s when she heard the piercing cry.

Tilly’s attention was jerked towards something tumbling out the sky. The crying silhouette of ruffled feathers and thrashing wings crashed onto the sand in a heap, just a couple yards from where Tilly stood. Whatever sort of bird it was writhed on the sand, droning out high pitched wails.

Before Tilly could make a move towards it, something burst from the water, a cacophony of hissing and snarling. A large serpentine body. Tilly recognized the thick black stripes. The long, almost dragon-like mouth flashing rows of needle teeth and the clawed tentacle whipping out of its maw. It’s three pairs of glowing yellow eyes.

A sea snare.

The bird on the ground rolled over and Tilly met its amber eyes. A voice echoed through her head.

“Please help me.”

Without thinking any further, Tilly willed her magic to gather in her hands, blasting the sea snare before it could reach its prey. The creature spat and sputtered with rage, whirling around the glower at its attacker.

“Leave him alone!” Tilly yelled. As the sea snare inched its way towards her, Tilly frantically ran her lessons with her father and her uncle Archie through her head.

Sea snares, sea snares....Don’t look them in the eyes!

Tilly tore her gaze away from its six ghastly eyes and focused her attention on the powerful clawed tentacle in its mouth.

What did Daddy say…? Did he say those could extend up to eight feet or nine?

It probably didn’t matter, and as soon as she saw the tentacle lunge, Tilly threw up a magic shield. She was knocked back by the force of the strike, her heels digging into the sand. Uncle Archie had said the strength of the tentacle alone was enough to decimate giant rocks.

This time the sea snare lunged, growling and spitting. With a shriek, Tilly cast another shield, petrified as its powerful jaws snapped wildly and its tentacle thrashed against her magic. Behind the red glow of Tilly’s magic, the sea snare was even more menacing.

Weaknesses, weaknesses, weaknesses… Tilly’s mind mumbled, panicked as the sea snare continued to bare down on her. Her arms began to tremble. Come on, Tilly, think!

“The sixth stripe.”

Tilly gasped, her eyes flickering back to the bird’s. His amber eyes seemed to glow.

“The sixth stripe. That will kill it.”

Tilly strained to peer around her shield, seeing the sea snare’s strong serpentine body thudding wildly against the sand. She grit her teeth and pushed forward as hard as she could, her magic shield going on the offensive and bursting. The sea snare hissed and reared back, giving Tilly enough time to roll off to the side and get a good look at its body. As it opened its maw wide and wound its tentacle back like a spring, Tilly started counting down from its ugly head.

Her father’s voice rang in her head.

“The sea snare has a nasty trick but fear not, darling, stripe number -”

“Six!”

Tilly felt magic pouring into her palms. Then she clapped her hands together, separating them to create a whip of magic. She swung her arm, her magical whip flying out, as the sea snare’s tentacle shot out like a bullet. The whip lashed the tentacle to the side with a sickening crack, and Tilly took the chance to crawl on the sand, moving herself further and further from the sea snare’s head. It had ten stripes total.

Tilly scrambled to her feet, taking deep breaths and still remembering to not look it in the eyes. She willed more magic into her hands, sharpening it with her mind, feeling the spell ebb through her being. Then it surged like a crashing wave.

“Lacero!” Tilly shouted, crossing her arms then releasing the magical energy as she swung them apart. Blades of red struck the sea snare on its sixth stripe. The beast yowled and spat and snarled, it’s long body writhing like a dying worm in the sun, as its flesh was ripped right through. Cracks of blue light splintered up its body, violently breaking through its scales. It’s tentacle withered and its yellow eyes turned white before the creature up and exploded. Tilly yelped and ducked her face into her elbow, repulsed by what had to be blood splattering onto her calves and against her arm, and a smell akin to rotten meat.

“Ugh!”

Tilly slowly lowered her arm to look at her handiwork. Scraps of charred, striped flesh and the sea snare’s head lying still and dead in the sand, mouth agape. Tilly shuddered and made her way back to the sea, letting the waves wash over her legs and arms, before the bird’s long weak keen reminded her of his state.

“Thank you, child.” His voice, growing weaker and weaker, echoed through Tilly’s head as she hurried over to him, immediately noting that he was some kind of bird of prey and admiring his beautiful wings spread out on the sand. A dark, sticky gash ran all across his back and marred his feathers. Tilly hovered a hand over the wound, closing her eyes and concentrating. She couldn’t fully heal the wound, but she could at least give him time.

“Fulcio,” she chanted. Red magic gently enveloped the wound. The bird keened softly, tensing and relaxing. Tilly carefully gathered him in her arms, cradling him close.

“What’s your name?” Tilly asked.

The bird twitched in her arms.

“Fareryn.”

“Okay...Okay, Fareryn, just hang on.”

Making sure Fareryn was supported, Tilly extended an arm and let her mind flood with thoughts of home. A dot of darkness soon blossomed into a shadow portal. And as soon as she stepped through, she was nearly bowled over by a towering figure and a pair of slender arms being thrown around her.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Tilly squealed, putting up some resistance in fear of Fareryn being squished. The shadow portal shrunk to close. As she was smothered into her father’s chest, Tilly could hear the deep sighs of relief from the rest of her family behind him, and soon she was surrounded.

“Gods, Tills…,” her brother, Lin, said with a quivering voice, one hand coming to rest on Tilly’s back. His Familiar, a chocolate lab named Comet, barked excitedly at their feet.

“Are you alright, dear?” Archie said from around Lin’s shoulders.

“Hey, come on everyone, stop crowding her,” Zoe, Tilly’s mother, said, coming up between her husband and son. Even as Zoe said that, Tilly felt her hand caress the back of her head. Zoe took a shaky breath, putting her hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Douxie…”

“Tilly, darling, oh thank the gods, Nari said you were gone and your window was open and we thought something happened to you, thank gods…!” Douxie finally pulled away, still holding Tilly’s shoulders. His golden-hazel eyes were wide and wandering all over her face, then down the rest of her. Tilly watched her father’s face pale at the sight of her nightgown, soaked and dirty, and her legs caked in wet sand and splattered with sea snare.

Douxie’s voice became small. “What...what happened to you…” And it was then that he finally noticed the bird in her arms. “...And what do you have there?”

Lin, Archie, and Zoe followed Douxie’s gaze.

Archie hissed and shrank back, ears flattening and eyes wide.

“Whoa!” Lin said. “Did you go to the zoo or something?”

Comet barked and barked, jumping to get a better look, her tail wagging.

Zoe shushed them both.

“Daddy, I’m alright,” Tilly said, looking Douxie in the eyes. “I’m fine...But he needs help. Right now.”

“Let me see him.”

Tilly peered around her father to see her Auntie Nari approaching in her delicate manner. Tilly moved around Douxie, holding Fareryn out to her. Nari took him into her arms, immediately smoothing her hand aglow with flowery green magic over the gash on his back. Fareryn keened softly, relaxing completely, as Nari carried him to the living room. She sat on the couch and continued to hover her hand over his wound, eyes closed in concentration. Douxie took a seat next to Nari and eyed Fareryn with concern. Comet trotted over and whimpered as she sniffed the injured bird. Tilly knelt on the floor beside them, tenderly petting the back Fareryn’s head with her finger. Her mother sat down beside her.

“So you want to tell us what happened?” Zoe said calmly.

Tilly explained everything to them. How she’d somehow ended up on the beach and didn’t have the slightest clue as to how she got there. Seeing Fareryn fall out the sky. Her tussle with the sea snare.

“Sea snare?!” Douxie and Lin exclaimed at the same time.

“Wait, you fought a sea snare?” Lin huffed and crossed his arms, murmuring under his breath. “Freaking lucky…”

Zoe frowned. “Lin.”

“Fareryn told me how to defeat it,” Tilly said. “Then I remembered what you said, Daddy. About counting to six, see?”

“Yes...Yes, good job.” Douxie still looked as though his daughter had gone to war in the middle of the night. Tilly gave him a reassuring smile, reaching out her hand. Douxie took it, sighing deeply. “I’m proud of you, really...I just...Gods, Tilly, you scared your mother and I half to death.”

“Mostly him,” Zoe said as she rubbed Tilly’s back, though her eyes could’ve betrayed her. With everything that had happened a month ago, Tilly couldn’t blame them in the slightest.

“I’m sorry…,” she said. “Again, I don’t know how it happened. But it did feel like…” Tilly worried her lip for a moment. She didn’t know how else to say it. “It felt like the moon was...looking at me. Like maybe it brought me there.”

“That is possible,” Nari said. She’d finished her healing spell and was now stroking Fareryn’s feathers, lulling him into slumber. “I have seen such things happen before. And as we have learned, you are extraordinary, Matilda. There is much we have not learned about you.”

“Crazy...,” Lin breathed. Comet pranced back over to him, panting happily as Lin stroked behind her floppy ears. “I mean, not really, all things considered, but still.”

“If the bird...Fareryn,” Zoe said. “Well first of all, he can speak. Second, he told you how to beat the sea snare. So he may be a magimal.”

Magimals. Otherwise normal animals that were deeply in tune with the magical world and even possessed their own magical abilities at times.

“Will he be alright, Nari?” Douxie asked.

“Yes, he will be fine,” she said. “His wound was great. But you did well, Matilly. He is sleeping now.”

Relief washed over Tilly. She stroked Fareryn’s head with her thumb. Under the better lighting of their living room, Tilly could fully admire what a handsome bird he was. White fluffy feathers on his head and underside, and stripes of brownish-red feathers around his eyes and adorning his great wings all the way down to his tail.

Tilly suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her bones, buzzing alongside her aura. She felt her mind hyperfocus on Fareryn. And when Fareryn’s eyes suddenly opened, the deep luminosity of his amber eyes reflecting the full moon’s brilliance that night, Tilly sucked in a breath.

“Tilly?” Archie said, alarmed. He hopped onto Douxie’s lap. “Tilly, are you alright?”

A foreign energy rippled through her. There was a pull in her chest, and also a push. It was strong but gentle.

“Our hearts are now connected.”

Fareryn’s soothing voice resounded in Tilly’s mind. His eyes softened. Embers.

“I have chosen you, child.”

“Fareryn…” Tilly uttered his name as his eyes closed again. Tilly gasped. She could feel it. Fareryn slipping back into slumber. His aura growing small and still.

Tilly looked up at her family, all staring at her concerned except for Aunt Nari who only smiled knowingly. Then Tilly was smiling, too.

“I think...found him,” Tilly said. Small tears pricked her eyes.

“What? Found who?” Lin asked.

Tilly gazed back down at Fareryn. She tapped his beak with her finger.

“My Familiar.”

Bless and thank you for the ask dear Non💙

*Lin Casperan and Comet belong to @nikibogwater

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nagisasstunningpersonality · 4 years

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About Assassination Classroom Characters - Kayano Kaede

So, this one is actually kind of difficult to do since Kayano kind of... faked her personality for most of canon. The way I’m going to interpret it is that her persona of Kayano is ‘mostly’ the person she really is by the end of the series, if just less innocent. But anyway warning, some of this should be taken with a pinch of salt.

One of the most notable parts of Kayano’s personality is how bubbly and friendly she is.

The character book (pre reveal, I’m pretty sure) states that since she’s always cheery, she’s one of the mood makers of the class. She doesn’t often step out in front, but will happily support everyone from the back.

Perhaps that’s kind of a good thing, because the whole pudding arc was some serious ‘crack head energy’. Then again, she was only doing that to cover up for not planning an assassination of her own, so perhaps she was overcompensating.

Although caused by tentacles originally, another huge part of her is her love for sweets. This is something she uses to bond with both Kurahashi and Korosensei (well, that’s... complicated)

She’s seen by most characters as just nice and easy to get along with, I’m pretty sure nobody has anything particularly against her.

Of course, there’s a lot of darkness behind her plain exterior. That makes a lot of sense, actually, because she was trying to make a conscious effort to blend into the background.

I’m pretty certain that her mother’s dead (in my mind, whilst she was very young), and therefore she always viewed Aguri more like a mother. Her father owned the laboratory where Korosensei was created, and I assume he worked quite a lot to try and keep everything afloat. Yukimura pharmaceuticals was going bust, though, hence Yanagisawa.

There’s no real evidence for this, but it reads a bit strange that her father supposedly has no issue with his daughter suddenly faking an entire identity overnight, and getting away with the tentacles. My personal headcanon is that, perhaps overwhelmed with grief and guilt, pretty much ran away and went into a kind of hiding, leaving Kayano with only an apartment to live in. This makes sense to me, if the government somehow managed to trace back Korosensei’s origins, and the moon explosion, to him. That would leave Kayano pretty alone in the world.

I do think she did enjoy being a child actress, though it’s hard to judge, considering she got into it quite young and it’s debatable how much choice she would have had over it. Maybe she did plays during daycare or something.

It seems like she’s had to deal with a few gross directors in the industry already, though, since she picks up on Yanagisawa’s nature easily. This makes we wonder if it’s partly the cause of her obsession with big boobs, like that’s something she learnt to hate about the very appearance based acting industry. She’s still very young, though, which makes that extra sad.

Honestly I think Kayano was already pretty hardened by her childhood, which makes Aguri’s death so much worse. Though I don’t think they were ultra close after her engagement to Yanagisawa (i.e seeing each other all the time), to lose her only real parental figure... Not only to lose, but to witness such a violent death. That would mess any of us up.

Kayano isn’t frequently portrayed as brave, but the fact that she reacted so quickly to inject herself with the tentacles, to decide to get revenge leads me to think she really is. Also stepping forwards and the end, which leads her to literally get killed. Not that these actions were good and thought out, but they were brave nonetheless.

There’s nothing that suggests to me that her friendships with Okuda and Kanzaki aren’t genuine. Maybe a part of the motivation was it would be strange not to make friends with people, but she does seem to get along with them well. Since both are quite quiet, Kayano’s talkativeness can make up for it. The three of them have a good dynamic, I think, even if they’re maybe not the most obvious friends at first.

Her efforts to make them feel included in something are really kind, actually.

She’s good friends with Hara, since they realised they had a passion for food and sweet things.

She’s also good friends with Fuwa, since they sit close together. Though she doesn’t completely follow her conversation all the time, they have a good time. The three of them often sit together at lunch.

I promise this isn’t in a NOTP way, but we need to remember that the only reason she became friends with Nagisa was she detected his bloodlust. It’s important to acknowledge that more than anyone, she did use him the most, even if he doesn’t hold it against her.

That being said, they are best friends. Even if her intentions weren’t so great to begin with, there is genuine like for him. They get along really well, and they’re comfortable friends. They walk home together with Sugino, and presumably spend time out of school together.

Honestly, given the trauma, I guess it’s debatable how much Kayano can really be ‘blamed” for it.

It’s also a point that, we know from Itona, the tentacles are painful especially without proper maintenance.

We love marvellously complex characters on this blog.

Of course, there’s the whole crush situation. Let’s be real, Matsui did NOT handle her character well after that reveal. What I will say, though, is her letting Nagisa ‘go’ so to speak, during the valentines day episode, shows a lot of character growth. I think honestly Kayano needs time to herself to figure out the person she is, since her true personality supposedly changed.

She’s strong willed and adaptable, which are two very genuinely good character traits.

It’s not really mentioned in any official information content, but we can assume she hangs out with Nakamura, Sugino, and Karma too. I’m not sure exactly the level of friendship there, between them, but they’re all in a very large friendship group, so we can assume they get along.

Honestly I’d love to see one of their group trips out somewhere, actually having fun for a little bit. I figure Kayano never really had the chance to have a normal life, so it would take her back a little to actually hang out with genuine friends that like her for her. Well, her ‘persona’ anyway. It seems like it would be kind of confusing.

In summary, due to circumstances, Kayano is for sure a complex character. The way she should be portrayed in people’s writing, honestly, highly depends on what perspective she’s being seen from. She gets treated badly, honestly, either kind of weak when paired with Nagisa, or crazy jealous when Nagisa is paired with someone else. It’s sad, because there’s so much potential to explore with her. I’d love to see more about how her fake personality really effected her, and coming to terms with who the ‘real’ Kayano is.

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n6or · 4 years

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showers | piers nsfw

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Pocket Monsters: Sword & Shield | Pokemon Sword & Shield Versions

Relationships: Nezu | Piers/Reader

Additional Tags: Self-Insert, Vaginal Sex, Hurt/Comfort, Rough Sex

Words: 2583

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It’s nearly four am when the first knock sounds. Piers stirs in his sleep. It’s about the fifth knock that actually (begrudgingly) drags him from his bed. He wears a baggy black jumper with an even baggier pair of black sweatpants.

His feet drag slowly along the carpet, padding to the front door. He’s grumbling quietly to himself, totally annoyed at the disruption to his much loved sleep--at least, that’s until he opens the door.

He’s taken aback when he sees the sight of you. Your eyes are rimmed red, glassy, and your face is stained with tears. He blinks a couple moments, trying to figure out if it’s really some sort of dream, but when you take the first step forward, and your face finds his chest, his arms instinctively wrap around your shoulders.

“H-Hey,” he mumbles into your hair, having leaned down to kiss your head. His voice is lower than usual, raspier, too. “What’s goin’ on?”

Your silence is worrying, especially when the only thing close to a reply is the shaking of your shoulders. He squeezes you gently, trying to draw back, but is stopped by your tightening embrace.

"Babe," he says again, voice quiet, deep, and soothing. His hand comes back up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. "C'mon… let's get inside."

He straightens up, arm manoeuvring around your waist so that - although you still clung to him - you were now tucked into his side. The pair of you move slowly into the bathroom, the only noise being the shuffling of socks against carpet and your soft hiccups.

Piers flicks the bathroom light on as you both enter, his eyes squinting to readjust to the sudden abusive change in brightness. Keeping one arm around you, he rubs the sleep from his tired eyes, other hand squeezing your hip gently.

He coaxes you around and slowly guides your shirt up and over your upper half, folding it up rather neatly and placing it on the basin's bench behind him. His spindly fingers move up the smoothness of your belly, fingertips gingerly grazing the swells of your breast. The silent journey of his touch traces along the curve of your shoulder, up your supple neck, and finally, his palm meets your cheek. Calloused pads press against the skin, coaxing your head up.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His eyes are soft as he watches you — less distant than the first time you had both met. "I won't force it out of ya, but y'know I'll always listen."

You lean into his palm and relish in the cool touch. Compared to you, he was always a lot colder, but you loved it. You often relished in the way his chilled fingers would trace aimless shapes above the small of your back, especially when he was concentrating.

"Just… a bad night," You manage out through staggered breaths.

He nods knowingly, slowly tucking some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face.

"I can't solve ya problems…" He begins, slowly leaving you to turn the faucet on to the bathtub. You miss his touch, the once could touch now burning into your skin. You wanted it back. As he returns once more he takes your hand and squeezes it tight between his own. "But i can hold ya hand and listen."

The soft words prick at the corners of your eyes as a new round of tears settle in and threaten to spill over at any given time. Squeezing his hand in return, you bow your head, forehead dropping onto his shoulder. A silent submission; a usual occurrence during these sorts of nights.

Slender fingers trail up your arms and around your waist, fiddling with the buttons and zipper of your jeans before he's dragging them down your thighs. Lowering himself to his knees, Piers helps you out of your jeans before slowly kissing up your leg. He starts at your ankle, teeth lightly grazing the skin whilst his tongue caresses the soft bite. His hands explore the side of your leg as he trails the kisses higher.

Your breath stutters when his lips find your thigh, your eyes fixed on his mouth, staring silently as he takes the supple skin between his teeth and bites down. A jolt rolls through you and you can feel the slight smirk — especially when you gasp.

He looks up from where he's knelt before you and rests his cheek against your thigh.

"Want me to try and make ya forget, babe? Or is it too bad t'night?" His voice is soft as he speaks, fingertips massaging wherever they can find in an attempt of easing your emotions. "We can just have a bath 'n go t'bed if ya don't wanna do this kinda thing. I just wanna help." You watch his brows crease with concern and can't help but to reach down and run a hand through his thick, two-toned hair.

Slowly, you nod.

Piers mimics the response and litters soft biting kisses up your body towards your shoulder.

Lithe arms find your waist and tug you closer, hips grinding slowly, sensually against yours. Your head tilts to the left, granting your lover more space to work those perfect lips into your suddenly heated body.

A hand moves up into his long hair, your fingers working skilfully to tie his hair up into a loose bun. This earns a quiet chuckle from the older, followed by a small "thanks".

It doesn't take long for the clothes to leave your entangled bodies. Your hands are everywhere on his sculpted frame; feeling up each indent of his ribs, tracing the protrusion of his scapula, moving down over the subtle curve of his ass; this particularly makes him groan with anticipation. You're addicted to his body—completely enthralled by his tall, thin stature.

"Bath," he groans again once you squeeze his ass.

You oblige and slowly draw back from the passionate lock of your lips.

Piers is the first to step in, turning the nozzles of the bath to slow the water. The action earns a cock of your eyebrow. Instead of turning off the water and laying back, he grabs the detachable shower nozzle and carefully adjusts the settings so that water trickles from the silver showerhead now.

You blink, clearly perplexed, but Piers (with his open legs and proudly standing cock) motions for you to sit between his legs.

It's then that you realise the tub isn't quite full yet.

Nonetheless, you oblige.

You move carefully, stepping into the wider bath and taking your seat between your boyfriend's thighs. The feeling of his aching erection pressing flush against your lower back elicits a warm flow of arousal to spread between your thighs.

"Lean back, babe," he murmurs, left hand caressing your thigh. You recline back into his chest, gasping softly when his hand slips under your knee and widening your legs.

"P-Piers," You stammer quietly, trying to sit up again, but Piers merely pulls you back down and greets you with a soft kiss to your shoulder.

"Trust me. I'll make ya feel good, 'kay?"

The question leaves you feeling hot all over, know far too well that Piers never fails to deliver in the pleasure department.

His lips move slowly against your shoulder, massaging your thighs. The water is at a slow pace for the time being, spraying across your pert nipples, causing you to squirm slightly. Piers groans into your ears when your ass grinds back against his cock, the longer shaft jumping excitedly at the friction building between you both.

Slowly, Piers sits you up so that your lower half is totally free of the water (and considering the water level, its not that hard). You shiver when his long fingers slide along the folds of your head, body shuddering at the tender touch. He licks your ear slowly, moaning once two fingers tease your entrance.

"Y'so wet already, babe… Such a good girl."

A fire flames across your cheeks and you squeeze your eyes shut tight. Praise makes something inside you flutter and results in you becoming absolute putty in Piers' hands.

He doesn't penetrate you yet. Instead, he teases your tighter entrance with one fingertip, the showerhead slowly being angled closer towards your clit. His fingers pry the lips of your warmth apart and spread you open for the water to splash against you sensitive core.

The first touch of water steals the breath from your lungs, briefly. Your back arches and your eyes snap open, wide and completely taken aback by the foreign pleasure. Your hips tremble instantly and violently, a string of higher pitched whines falling from you as you writhe atop your boyfriend.

Continuing to tease your ear, you feel him smirk yet again. And it's when the pressure of the shower nozzle increases that you realise why.

The warm water that repetitively soaks your clit makes you want to scream. Droplets remain relentless in drowning your pussy, massaging your clit so strangely to anything you've ever experienced before—it's totally overthrown your previous depression and replaced it with something dangerously delicious: lust.

"Piers…!" You finally cry out, bucking your hips. You can feel your abdomen becoming tight—can feel the familiar tremble of your thighs.

You're panting and moaning and whining his name—and he's living for it. Watching his sweet, innocent girlfriend become a whining whore does things to him. It gives him an odd power trip knowing that he is making someone so beautiful—someone so pure—cry out his name like this.

"Y'like this, Princess?" comes his quiet cool, tongue grazing up and along the shell of your ear. You shudder, pushing yourself both backwards and forwards, wanting both Piers' cock and the vibrations of the shower head. "Can't hear you…~"

When he lowers the showerhead away from your clit you almost cry.

"Yes!" You choke out hurriedly, nodding over and over and over. "P-Please don't stop, Piers. Please. Please, I'm so close…"

There's a quiet chuckle before the bliss of the showerhead returns. The welcomed pleasure makes you sigh with relief, hips slowly beginning to bounce in spot for something more. It's then that a strong hand wraps around your hips and the shower is finally pressed onto the highest pressure it can muster.

The orgasm hits you so suddenly you swore you must've passed out because there was absolutely no warning for you or Piers. Your body convulses against the unyielding attack of the tiny droplets, your eyes rolling into the back of your head which falls back against Piers' shoulder. He holds you in a vice-like grip so that escape was pointless.

You're grounded after a few starry moments with a loud gasp, followed by an even louder whine. Your back arches up off your lover and your toes girl as the pleasure begins to fade to pain. You're crying again by this stage, babbling, begging, trying to move your hips—but no matter what, you can't.

"Not gonna stop. You're a big girl. You know how to use ya words." Piers' words reverberate off each end of your skull, his husky voice going straight to your already dripping pussy.

Safe words were something that he had introduced to you after the eight month mark of your relationship. That's when things became a little more intense between you both—when Piers taught you a whole other world of pleasure from the vanilla sex you knew of.

But this wasn't time for your safe word. Although it hurt, there was the slightest lick of pleasure that teetered alongside the pain that made you want more.

"A-Ah--!" You choke when you feel your hips angle and the head of Piers' cock tease your entrance. "Please!" You cry without any encouragement, knowing full well how badly you wanted to be fucked while the shower head abused your clit.

"Hm… 'Kay. Since ya such a good girl."

The flush spreads from your cheeks down your neck when you feel just how easy his cock enters you, like your pussy was made to sheath his sizable erection.

Another sigh of contentment leaves you when a gradual rhythm of his hips is settled. You reach behind you and run a hand through his hair, tugging on the bun and earning a guttural growl from the older, which entails a rather sharp thrust up into you.

Handing you the showerhead, Piers angles it so its directly targeting your clit.

"N-No!" You cry when he begins to increase the pace of his hips, his throbbing cock slipping in and out of you. "Too much!" Your head falls back against his shoulder once his hands find your hips, angling you so he's thrusting upwards, cock burying deeper and deeper inside your sopping sex.

"Don't y'dare move that hand," he growls once more, teeth nipping at your ear. "If you move It, I won't let ya cum again."

The threat is too much; you almost want to cry out no. The second orgasm is so close. You can feel it conjuring inside you like a tempest, a violent storm that will wreak havoc as it tears through your trembling body. So instead you just nod, silently crying out every time the head of Piers' cock dragged across that sinfully sweet spot deep inside you.

"Y'such a good girl, Y/N. Fuck, I love you so much." You can feel he won't last long. The one thing you've noticed about Piers, is that right before his orgasm, he becomes cutely sappy; reminding you how good you are, telling you how lucky he is to have you—how lucky he is to love you. And again, he groans into your ear, his cock jumping inside of you as he sloppily angles his cock inside of you.

He grabs your hand and begins to shake the nozzle, the droplets splaying in every direction they can, hitting every inch of your sensitive heat and, finally, drawing out your second orgasm.

Euphoria washes over you so strongly that when you clench around Piers, he can't help but to shoot his seed deep inside your sinful pussy. He groans, hand bruising your hips as he fucks himself into you, riding out his orgasm, but also prolonging yours.

"Piers!" You cry out loudly, voice higher pitched than earlier—strained, too. His name seems to be the only thing your sex filled mind can think of because its the only thing you can seem to babble as your consciousness slips.

Piers hums quietly as he continues to hold the showerhead (now right up) against the throbbing bundle of nerves, watching the way your twitching and stiffening body begins to limpen.

"So fuckin' beautiful," he rubs, finally turning the pressure down and allowing the showerhead to fall back into the slowly rising bathwater.

Heavy pants heave your chest, sweat lining your brow. The afterglow of your orgasm is so warm against the chill of Piers' cold body. You feel the distant press of supple lips trailing along your neck; calloused fingertips tracing aimless shapes (which now you think may have been hearts) against your abdomen.

"I love you so much, Y/N," he whispers again, cradling you so close. "I'm sorry y'so sad right now… I don't really know how t'help… but i'll always be here to hold ya whenever y'need me to, yeah?"

You smile exhaustedly at the soft nothings he whispers and tilt your head to press a small kiss to his jaw.

"I love you, Piers. Thank you."

#piers #piers x reader #nezu #nezu x reader #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword #pokemon shield #pokemon #self insert #nor writes #smut #im not very good at labelling stuff like I know this aint rough but like.......its slightly that thing u know #me trying to explain anything: instantly fails #also im trying hard 2 work on smut #sorry if its not great #I hope u enjoy it nonetheless

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glasswingsndreamz · 4 years

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Chocolates and Desserts (Beel x Reader)

Fandom: Shall We Date? Obey Me!

Rating: Explicit

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Summary: It was very sweet of Asmodeus to give you 'special' chocolates as a gift. You hope he doesn't mind that you're sharing them with Beel. It's too bad you don't know that it's a particularly strong aphrodisiac.

You smile down at the heart-shaped box in front of your door. The handwriting is lovely and gives away Asmodeus before you’ve even read his name on the front.

Thanks for the gift!

You send the text and immediately you can see the dots showing that he’s typing a response.

Don’t eat any without me! I insist that you let me feed them to you~ <3 <3

You laugh at his response. You’d expect nothing less from the infamous flirt. So you bent down, picked up the box of chocolates and entered your room. Immediately you disregarded Asmo’s message, lifted up the lid of the box and popped a chocolate in your mouth.

The flavor was absolutely delicious! It had a familiar taste of chocolate mixed with something extra that you could only assume was due to it being from the Devildom. Despite the strange after taste, it was the best chocolate you’ve ever had.

Peering down into the box you examined another before lifting it to your lips too.

Behind you the door creaks open.

“Hey,” Beel said as he shut the door behind him. It was honestly a surprise that it wasn’t Mammon coming through the door.

“Oh! Hey there!”

For a moment you debate whether or not to hide the chocolates from Beel. He still isn’t close enough to see what you have in your hands. However, his sincere, smiling face makes you rethink your idea. He was too sweet not to share your food with.

“Are those chocolates?” Been asked, eyes already zeroing in on the box in your hands as he goes over to you. You almost laugh. It probably wouldn’t matter if you had hidden them anyway. He’d probably end up sniffing them out and you couldn’t possibly lie to his cute face and tell him that you didn’t know what the delicious smell was.

“Would you like some?” You asked, offering the box over to him. You quickly take another piece before he can get his hands on them, wanting to savor what you could.

Beel looked overjoyed and entirely grateful as he took the box from you.

“So what brings you here?” you asked, suddenly curious about his presence. After sharing a room with him for a short while and then having a pact with him, the two of you had grown closer. You had adjusted to his company quickly and even grown to love his attention and affection.

“Felt like it,” he said with a shrug after swallowing his third chocolate.

“Did you wanna watch a movie or something?” you suggested, picking another chocolate from the box.

Beel smiled and nodded his head.

—-

An action movie was playing on the screen. You and Beel both sat on the floor, using the side of your bed as a backboard to lean up against. Somehow you managed to eat two more pieces of the chocolate before Beel devoured the rest of them. It wasn’t hard to tell he had been holding back so you could enjoy them too, but it didn’t last that long.

Despite the movie, it was hard not being distracted by how close he was. All you had to do was move your hand a few centimeters to the right and your hand would be on top of his.

After an hour into the movie, your thoughts had taken a turn, becoming bolder as you imagined Beel’s lips on your own. Your body had grown warm and an ache had begun to set in. Every movement he made beside you sent shocks of pleasure through your body. Eventually you gave in to your desires, leaning into him so that you were pressed up against him.

Beel made a small noise and you can see out of the corner of your eye that he’s looking at you and it worries you that he might tell you that he’s uncomfortable with the closeness. Instead he moves his arm and wraps it around your shoulder and you can now feel his head resting against yours.

Now there is no way you can concentrate on the movie playing in front of you.

Your heart jolts in your chest when you feel him pressing his face into your hair at the top of your head. He inhales deeply, arm tightening around you.

“You smell really delicious,” his words are slurred with his lips pressed against your head. You’re frozen in place when his head lowers and dips down to taste your neck. A moan is pulled from your lips at the feeling of his mouth kissing and sucking down on the spot just beneath your jaw.

He stiffens at the noise and pulls back to see your face.

“Do that again,” he demanded and before you can ask what, he’s pulled you onto his lap and his face is once again buried against your neck.

This time the moan he draws from you isn’t from his kisses. No it’s the feeling of his already hard cock straining and poking up against your clothed core. You don’t hesitate to put all your weight down on him, grinding against him. He groans softly against your neck, struggling to buck his hips up against you which is slightly difficult considering the position you’re in.

As you pull away, Beel growls at the sudden loss. His displeasure is only slightly lessened as you pull your shirt over your head and quickly remove your bra. He takes that as a clear invitation to take one of your nipples into his mouth, hot tongue swiping against the hardening bud. He gives the other one just as much attention, a big hand tweaking and pulling lightly on it.

“Ahh- Beel!” you give a shout when his hands slip beneath your ass, squeezing before lifting you up with ease.

With little difficulty he lifts you up to set you on the bed. In an instant he’s back on top of you, starting to kiss your neck before making his way down your body. As he pays special attention to your nipples, switching between the two with his mouth, his hands move lower to tug down your pants. His anticipation is clear, especially with the way he’s grinding against your thigh. With a swift pull, he’s managed to tug down both your pants and underwear which you help kick them off until they drop at the end of the bed.

He’s already lowering further to get to his prize, swiping his tongue against your slit without any warning.

“Wait!” you gasp, one hand pushing through his hair to push him away from you.

He looks so upset that you could almost laugh. If you weren’t horny as fuck at the moment you definitely would have. He looks as if you told him he wasn’t allowed to have dessert, which he very likely considered this to be.

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one who’s naked,” you said.

He looks even more upset now, as if your explanation wasn’t good enough to push him away from your dripping core. Still he listens, removing his own clothes as fast as physically possible until he’s as naked as you are.

In an instant your eyes drop down to where he reveals his cock, bouncing back up to hit his abs from how quickly he shoves down his underwear. He’s so fucking thick that you’re not entirely sure if you can possibly take it all. You find yourself grateful when he kneels on the floor and pulls you to the edge of the bed so that your legs are over his shoulder.

“There, all better,” he said before burying his face back between your legs.

Your head is thrown back and your nails dig into the sheets on the bed at the sudden onslaught. There’s no preparation, no teasing or getting you ready. No, his tongue is already pushing inside you and lapping up your wetness as if it’s his last meal. He switches between licking up and down your labia and sucking on your clit like a lollipop. He only inserts a finger, pressing deep inside to stroke at your most sensitive spot, just so that he can pull it back out and lick off the juices.

Your moans won’t stop coming and you can barely form any cohesive words other than his name.

The first orgasm comes so violently that your legs are shaking over his shoulders.

He laps up every drop of cum that comes rushing from your core.

Even after there’s nothing left for him to swallow up, he only continues to stroke you with his tongue, clearly desperate to draw another orgasm from you.

“Beel, please,” you pull back on his hair, light enough so it doesn’t hurt him.

He looks up at you with an easy smile, looking drunk off your cum and completely satisfied.

“I want more,” you confess, face burning.

“That’s what I was planning on doing,” he said, moving to press his mouth against your core again.

“No!” you groan, already oversensitive from the intense orgasm. “I want your dick,” you blurt out. Beel inhales sharply, not expecting you to be so forward. His cock twitches, as if reminding him that it’s still there and in desperate need of release too.

As he stands up, wiping your juices and the saliva from his face. You move back to lay down on the bed.

Feeling the slightest bit embarrassed, Beel gets on top, knees spreading your legs apart to make room for him. The head of his cock twitches against your entrance and your body jolts, letting the tip slide in. It’s incredibly easy with how slick you are with your own cum and his saliva.

He throws his head back, arms shaking on either side of your body as he restrains himself from slamming his hips forward and bottoming out immediately.

You helped relieve the ache, reaching between your bodies to stroke the length that wasn’t inside. Inch by inch he slowly slid inside. It took a bit of effort on your part to take the last few inches, painful to take as he stretched your insides completely. Both of you were breathing heavily by the time his balls pressed against your ass.

“You’re so good. You feel so fucking good,” he groans, his knuckles white as he clenches his fists.

He moves slowly, watching your face for signs of pain. He barely pulls out, providing little friction as he pushes back inside. His muscles are clenched from his restraint and all the concentration it takes to be careful with his human. When you shake your head and give him the okay to move faster, his body finally relaxes.

You cry out when he unexpectedly pulls out only to slam all the way back in. You scream at the sudden snap of his hips as he pounds into you. However, when he pulls out completely to check on you in concern, you only growl for him not to stop. His cock twitches at your command and in an instant he’s pushing back inside, letting himself go again as he slams into you over and over.

Your second orgasm comes without much warning. You’re already oversensitive from the first one and he’s fucking you so hard and fast that the build up comes before you’re even expecting it.

Your lips bite down into his shoulder, muffling your whimpers as your orgasm crashes into you. Beel gives a shout as you clench painfully around his cock, squeezing tight and he can’t fucking help it. His hips snap forward three more times before he can’t hold it in anymore and spills his cum out deep inside you.

He’s breathing heavy as he stares down at you intensely. You pull him down for a kiss which he eagerly returns.

With a blushing face he pulls back, not able to look you in the eye as he asks. “Is it okay if I taste you some more?”

You laugh and kiss him again.

“Anytime!”

#obey me #beelzebub #swd obey me #obey me beelzebub

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a-very-fond-farewell · 4 years

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The forbidden crack! Untamed prompts: 20/?

CLAMP AU [Wei WuXian & Mo XuanYu are twin brothers edition]: “Yiling BABYLON”

[the reverse!TokyoBabylon au nobody asked for]

[ok. hear me out. I know it sounds weird but. hear me out. this is my second prompt based on a CLAMP work and it will sound far fetched but...trust me. the original manga is named “Tokyo Babylon” and it involves twins of a renowned family of magicians/exorcists working to solve mysteries in their town + a forbidden love between one of said twins and a man belonging to a rival family.]

[reasons why I thought of this prompt based on such source:

1). I know. I am aware. It would have made much more sense to have the Twin Jades of Lan be the exorcists of the situation. but Mo XuanYu deserves to go on adventures as well and, also, the twins in CLAMP’s manga are much more easygoing than the Two Jades so. artistic license. sue me.

2). I wanted Lan WangJi to be ruthless and cold blooded against his will.

3). in this prompt of mine I had to twist a couple of things but.............spare me.

4). the aesthetic bro. the drip.

(which is to say I wanted WWX and MXY to wear the fanciest/most atrocious 80’s/90’s style shit possible. it would have made much more sense for WWX to be the one designing the clothes bc he totally would, but I let poor MXY have his fun with this. also they are both adults in the story)

5). yep. that’s basically it.

anyway, enjoy!]

[under the cut babyyy]

Fast paced is the existence of what hides festering the darkness and gray areas of the world, especially in a city like Yiling, where spirits of every kind haunts the realm of the living looking for retribution and vengeance. Neon lights flickering aimlessly in the night as mysterious happenings attract the attention of many. Be it a vending machine suddenly dripping blood from every crevice and nook, or a hanged body making its appearance in a public toilet downtown.

Night after night new ghosts slither through the cracks of reality and slip into this world. Like oil stains spreading out in the endless ocean, rotting away in the corners of Yiling, forgotten and free to gather as much resentful energy from every living source as possible day after day. Making it impossible for the residents to sleep peacefully ever again.

Among such chaos a family was allowed to prosper and shine: the Sanren Clan, household of indisputable fame in their approach to grant peace to the dead. Powerful exorcists as they are, they developed a new kind of purification ritual over centuries of serving the emperor, to the point nobody can rival them in the matters of the underworld. Head of the clan is Wei WuXian, twenty-five-year-old grandmaster of demonism with an eye for the occult and a genius mind to aid him in his endeavors. His twin brother XuanYu, although lacking the spiritual energy required to perform full exorcisms alone, was gifted with a talent for memorization and array design that is unrivaled in the entire nation. Despite being born from a lesser known branch of the Sanren Clan, their incommensurable assets were deemed worthy of attention by the elders and they were allowed to participate in night expeditions since they were children.

But the life of a master of the dead is rarely prone to peace and Wei WuXian fears the day his spiritual energy will give up on him and let him be devoured by the souls under his care. Techniques like “Empathy”, for instance, require him to be briefly possessed by ghosts in order to understand how to help them cross the bridge between the two realms; while demonic possession drains his body as well as his memories in exchange to grant a spirit an outburst through his very body. His twin brother worries for him and tries his best to allow them to live normal lives, insisting they live separately from the rest of the Clan to enjoy their youth.

After all, the Wen Family protects them from harm and Wen Qing herself has suggested for other members of the Clan to take over Wei WuXian’s workload whenever possible, so not to overwork him to death. Hence, ever since Elder BaoShan granted XuanYu’s request, the twins, along with their bodyguard Wen Ning and personal physician Wen Qing, have tried to live relatively normal lives as any other young adult their age. Spending their days playing board games and going shopping, visiting new art galleries and practicing sports.

The bond between Wei WuXian and his brother is so deep the eldest knows he is transparent to XuanYu and that no lie will be strong enough to convince him that everything is fine. So he lets his younger brother do as he pleases, helping him around the small clothing design studio where XuanYu works at even if they are rich and technically don’t lack money at all. He also accepts to live in a minuscule apartment with him and their two friends just to indulge his “need to live like normal college students for once”, even if none of them are enrolled in university. Wei WuXian enjoys the little things his brother is determined to give him and tries to relax by day... knowing too well he has to work by night and channel resentful energy for corpses and spirits to peacefully pass the threshold of the otherworld.

The fact that they also made a new friend in the last year is also one of the reasons XuanYu seems so keen on letting his older brother live outside of the Sanren estate. A quiet man in his thirties named Lan WangJi who works as a veterinarian nearby their apartment. XuanYu has noticed for a while how kindly the man treats Wei WuXian, how fondly he answers to the other’s teasing and jokes, how invested he looks in the younger man’s wellbeing. It would be cruel to separate them.

Certainly, the fact that the Lan Clan is known for harvesting assassins since the beginning of time would be a hindrance to their friendship, and the elders would definitely order the twins to go back home. But, since Lan WangJi doesn’t seem interested in following such bloodied path, XuanYu indulges his brother and plays along with every joke and trick, insisting how little the veterinarian fits in the Lan Clan at every opportunity.

Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian already met in the past, during a mission at night when the latter was barely eighteen and a spirit had just ceased possessing his body, leading him to the culprit of their murder. Lan WangJi had just returned from yet another purge, his fingers still holding the guqin string he had used to cut the throats of his Clan’s enemies. Tired and bored of that life, Lan WangJi found Wei WuXian’s presence refreshing for the small time they spent together on Yiling Bridge that particular night. Even if the boy looks out of it after being possessed, carefree and kind, gentle. Impressed with the younger’s ability to empathize with evil creatures, Lan WangJi made a bet with the boy: that they would meet again in the future and that if, after spending one year together, he were to fall for Wei WuXian, he would stop being a killer and leave the Lan Clan for good.

The only thing Wei WuXian remembers of that night was that he revealed his real name to a stranger on a bridge at night, and that now someone in that town lives knowing him as Wei Ying, not Wei WuXian grandmaster of demonism. So he’s always looking for that person, hoping to meet them again, unaware of the truth, believing to have developed feelings for someone whose existence resembles more a dream than anything else.

Now, one year has passed since the day Lan WangJi has entered the twins’ lives and things have changed. Demons and spirits have become more aggressive over the last few months, whispering to Wei WuXian to get them the revenge they deserve, corrupting his mind with persuasive words and violent acts, making his blood boil and his memories fade night after night. After one particularly long mission XuanYu takes his older brother to Lan WangJi in a fit of panic, asking him to help. Blood is gushing out of Wei WuXian’s eyes, ears, mouth and nostrils; the situation escalated almost to the point of no return, now that even Wen Qing is unconscious and has been taken to safety at the Sanren estate by Wen Ning himself. The demon asked for a price too high, shaking Wei WuXian from the inside out to the point he inadvertently pushed Wen Qing out the way and made her hit her head.

But the sight of human blood awakens something in Lan WangJi, something he had tried to forget about and suppress for months the moment he had met Wei WuXian for the second time in his life, one year ago. Something falls in place and as he watches Wei WuXian regain consciousness he breaks one of his arms and tries to kill him.

XuanYu defends his brother with all his might, throwing talismans to the older man’s face until one of them catches him off guard and blinds him in his right eye.

Lan WangJi is forced to escape, but not before XuanYu is able to cast a spell on him. For as long as he will live, XuanYu will always know where Lan WangJi hides and no amount of spiritual energy will erase the trace.

Dragging his sobbing brother back to the estate, XuanYu reveals what happened to Elder BaoShan, feeling guilty for having trusted a Lan despite the warnings. Elder BaoShan tries to heal Wei WuXian’s injuries and make the early signs of qi deviation regress at the best of her abilities, but in doing so she sacrifices her spiritual energy to the point of losing her sight. Wei WuXian, traumatized by Lan WangJi’s betrayal, has a flashback of that mission from seven years ago and realizes the person he was looking for is the man who introduced himself as Lan Zhan.

Heartbroken, Wei WuXian falls in a coma and XuanYu lets the resentful energy overtake him to the point he decides to go look for Lan WangJi and seek revenge himself. He dies in the attempt and the bond with his twin brother breaks, the backlash so strong Wei Ying wakes up and immediately knows his baby brother is no more.

Assuming the worst, he takes his time healing before deciding to look for Lan Zhan himself and kill him for erasing XuanYu’s existence from the face of the earth.

[spoiler, MXY was killed by the Lan Elders to keep their location a secret and they used LWJ’s unconscious body as bait to lure him out while he was consumed with resentful energy. in this case LWJ is innocent.]

#wangxian #mdzs #cql #the untamed #mdzs/au: clamp #mdzs/au: manga/anime inspired #mdzs/au:: modern #mdzs/au: tkbabylon #clamp #the forbidden crack! untamed prompts #mdzs/au: role-reversed

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Joker - Quill’s Quickies (No Spoilers)

Joker is proving to be an extremely divisive film. Some think it’s the best thing since The Dark Knight. Proof that comic book movies can be art too. Others think it’s pretentious Oscar bait with nothing interesting to say.

And that’s not to mention the controversy surrounding the film as people wonder whether this will incite violence in white men (which I’m not going to touch with a barge pole, at least not here. I’ll do a separate Scribble for that sheer nonsense at some point). Needless to say everyone and their mums have an opinion on Joker... so I guess one more, won’t hurt.

Whether you like Joker or not I think depends on your tolerance for a) films that deliberately set out to make you feel uncomfortable and b) films that ask you to feel pity for the devil. (and I want you to remember that word ‘pity.’ It’ll be important later on). Personally, I loved Joker. I think it’s one of the most unique and groundbreaking comic book films I’ve ever seen. If you don’t like it, that’s fine. I can actually understand why to a certain extent. However don’t try to spin this as some ideological thing because that’s just disingenuous and stupid.

Lets start with the obvious. Joaquin Phoenix. Give this guy a fucking Oscar, for the love of God! His performance was truly mesmerising, particularly when he does finally don the full clown makeup. He is the Joker. The mannerisms, the attitude, the nihilism, it all just works. There’s even a monologue near the end of the film that could have been lifted straight out of the comics. This is a film that not only depicts the Joker perfectly, but also completely understands the character too.

The rest of the cast is exceptional too. Robert de Niro plays a chat show host who Joker looks up to and he does a good job. Deadpool 2′s Zazie Beetz plays a small but pivotal role as Sophie, Joker’s next door neighbour and ‘love interest’ and she’s excellent too despite having quite a small amount of screen time. Frances Conroy plays Joker’s mum Penny. Again a relatively small role, but a crucial one and she gives a memorable performance. Finally there’s Brett Cullen as a very different interpretation of Bruce Wayne’s father Thomas Wayne, which I think works extremely well in the context of this film and creates exciting possibilities for this world’s version of Batman, which we’ll probably never get to see because this is intended as a one off. Not that I’m complaining. I wouldn’t want them to do a sequel. This works perfectly as a standalone piece.

As I said, the supporting cast actually play a minor role overall as the film follows Arthur Fleck exclusively. The man who would be Joker. It’s a bit hard to talk about why I think this film works without giving away spoilers, so I’ll focus on how it made me feel.

Joker is an extremely tense movie. Todd Phillips’ stellar direction puts you in the mindset of the character and Hildur Guonadottir’s incredible music really elevates the film’s more disturbing moments. In fact (and I suppose you could call this a trigger warning), I did actually suffer from an anxiety attack halfway through the film because you’re constantly on a knife edge. As Arthur’s life falls apart, we see him become more violent and erratic to the point where he becomes legitimately frightening. Fear is of course subjective. I’m sure most of you have more of a spine than I do. But if you do suffer from any kind of anxiety, I would recommend psyching yourself up before you watch this and maybe have a friend or relative on hand to comfort you if it starts to get a bit much.

Seriously, I’m not kidding. Joker is an extremely uncomfortable experience and it’s unrelenting in how grim and unsettling it is. It’s R rated, but it’s not necessarily gory. It’s not as violent as, say, Deadpool, but its more bloody moments often come rather suddenly and with a lot of tense buildup beforehand. While it does bear similarities to movies like Taxi Driver and The King Of Comedy, those films have the audience on the outside looking in. Joker on the other hand takes the audience and locks them inside the Clown Prince of Crime’s mind for two hours straight, and quelle surprise, it turns out the inside of Joker’s mind is fucking horrible. Viewer beware.

Okay, okay. I guess I can’t avoid it altogether. Do I think this film is dangerous? No. Do I think it insults those with mental health issues? No, in fact quite the opposite. I found the film to be quite sympathetic towards the mentally ill, presenting Arthur as being a dark outlier, not the norm. Do I think the film is making some sort of political statement. Again no. I honestly don’t think it’s saying anything about white people or toxic masculinity or gun violence or anything like that. In fact, if it is saying anything at all, it condemns those who seek to hijack a public figure for their own political agenda (which ironically is exactly what the press are doing with this very movie, but of course critics and journalists can’t see that because they have no self awareness what so bloody ever). The film is what it is. An extremely dark character study of arguably the most famous villain of all time.

Some have criticised the film as being too predictable, which I personally don’t think is a particularly valid critique. Like, yeah, of course it’s predictable. We all know what’s going to happen in the end. The fucking title kind of gives it away. It’s execution that counts, and Phillips and co have done a fantastic job in my opinion. As for those who complained that this film is cynical and nasty and made them feel numb afterwards... I mean... I honestly don’t know what you were expecting. Of course you’re feeling numb. That’s what the film wants you to feel. It’s cynical and nasty because the central character is cynical and nasty. That’s like criticising a comedy for being funny.

Honestly, if I had any complaints, it’s that I think they do paint the story with broad strokes, leaving very little room for subtlety. But having said that, this is based on a comic book about a billionaire who fights psychotic costumed criminals at night whist dressed as a bat. I don’t think subtlety has much of a place here.

Finally I just want to briefly touch on the concern that this film might make the character too sympathetic. First of all, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Some villains can actually become scarier when we as an audience can empathise with them and understand their motives (see Killmonger in Black Panther). Second, and most importantly, Arthur Fleck/Joker is not a sympathetic character. Yes I did feel pity for him at times, but that’s not the same thing as sympathy. Like I said, this film completely understands the Joker. There are occasions where you do feel sad for the character and wish he could have got the right help, but most of the time (and the film emphasises this throughout) he’s presented as being a deeply disturbed and maladjusted individual and at no point is his behaviour ever justified. Instead it’s presented as being almost inevitable. That in a city as terrible as Gotham, what else could Arthur have become? Joker is a tragic character, but he’s not in anyway likeable.

I would definitely recommend you go and see this movie, especially if, like me, you’ve gotten sick of the slew of formulaic comic book movies and convoluted shared universes. If Joker is indeed going to be the first of an anthology series focusing on telling low budget, character driven, standalone, experimental films, then it’s a very strong start. Whether you liked Joker or not, the fact of the matter is the success of this movie can only mean good things for Warner Bros, DC, the comic book movie genre and the industry going forward, so please go and see this film.

#joker #joaquin phoenix #todd phillips #dc #dc black #warner bros #quill's quickies #no spoilers

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