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hyperfreaksating · 7 months

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NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN - 5/9

Hey everyone ! I hope y'all are spending a fantastic day

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Note : So here it is ! The fifth part of Never leave me again, and daaaamn this one was SO HARD to write because it includes a character that I actually don't know very much since I didn't see them in anime yet and he's not in the live action... I read a lot of wikifan pages and reddit posts in order to get him right I hope I didn't mess up !! And Buggy is kinda acting out of character in this part, soooo it's weird, I hope you gonna enjoy it anyway.

Habitual note : english is not my native language, this is my first fanfiction ever, I don't really try hard to write things well I just give myself as an author a little treat with a lot of self insert. But I trust the buggy fandom to be nice and sweet ! you guys are the nicest person on the internet ♥

Tags : Buggy x FemReader, no use of Y/n, no physical description except for the hair color, no mention of genitals buuut it's implied that the reader is AFAB, self insert is self inserting 乁(๏෴๏)ㄏ

Content : Blood, injuries, dead mention I guess, coma, a soft N$FW scene (no porn description, just fluff TRUST ME IT'S JUST FLUFF THIS TIME I SWEAR), fever dreams, family reunion

~I offer you a blue Buggy for the ride ~

FEVER DREAM - 5/9

What was happening in front of Buggy’s eyes petrified him of terror.

The big top was filled with an anonymous and furious mass of pirates fighting against each other. Richie was roaring and biting everything he could. Cabaji was sending spinning tops all around him in angry gestures. Everywhere, his freaks and crewmates struggled for their life, and for the safety of the circus. He didn’t even recognize the rival crew who was attacking them. He didn’t care.

Because in the middle of this chaos, you were there, fighting against a tall, menacing man, the face covered in scars - who he guessed was the captain. One of your daggers was planted in his thigh. You may not be the best fighter of the crew, but damn you were tough and he loved this about you.

“REDDIE…”

he started screaming, catching your attention.

As you turned your head, the man you were fighting grabbed you by surprise to his chest, putting a knife under your throat. You tried to get another of your daggers, but he firmly held you, and you seemed to have trouble breathing.

Buggy’s heart raced in his chest. He detached a hand full of blades, ready to send them to your opponent, but the man pressed the knife on your throat.

“LEAVE HER ALONE YOU BASTARD, buggy screamed.

- Not a single move, clown." the other answered with a grin, "I’m not afraid of you. Everyone from east blue to west blue knows you became a pussy since you met this girl."

He pressed his knife against you a bit more, you attempted to struggle but he was way too strong. He continued his threats while Buggy froze, trying to mentally plan a way to help you.

“Go and get all your treasure and weapons, otherwise you can say goodbye to your girlfriend.”

Buggy’s mind was on fire, divided between his concern for you and his threatened ego. In an outburst, without thinking, he sent his blades to your aggressor.

“YOU WON’T HAVE ANYTHING, PIECE OF SHIT” he screamed.

The man in front of him dodged them easily, and an evil grim grew on his face. Without another warn, he stabbed you in the back and threw you on the ground.

“no, NO, NO”

Buggy screamed, dropping his weapon to run to you. The other captain called back his men.

“Come on guys, it didn’t work."

With a disgusted face and a mocking smile, he passed by Buggy who was desperately trying to stop your bleedings and added

"We should have guessed that this pathetic clown couldn’t care about someone more than about his treasures. Take everything you find on your way. We leave.”

Buggy heard him but didn’t care. He was on the knees, tears going down to his cheeks, holding you close to his chest.

“No, no, no Reddie, babe, please no”

Blood splashed from your wound, soaking his clothes, and your eyes started fading. He took you in his arms, grabbing you even closer to him, chasing red strands of hair from your eyes. He was talking to you with a nervous laugh, a sad grin on his face, way different than his habitual smile.

"Baby, doll, my love, you're stronger than that, right ? you promised to never leave me again remember ? You're not gonna break your promise right? Come on Reddie babe stay with me"

You weakly touch his cheek, breathing heavily. In your eyes, he was reading an instinctive terror.

You tried to speak, but not a single word came out of your mouth.

You closed your eyes and your body fell in his arms, inert.

It’s been hours… days… or weeks… you didn’t know.

Last things you remembered were Buggy face, terrified, covered in tears, and a crippling pain in your chest right above your heart.

You didn't know why you felt this weak, during the fight. It was like your body betrayed you. You were nauseous for the last few days, and fucking tired. An easy prey for an assailant.

Weakly, you opened your eyes, recognizing the room around you. You've been there before… it was .. the vogue Merry's hold ? You blinked, hearing a sob by your side. Buggy ? And… what was this thing next to him… a plush ? a... talking plush ... ?

You understood you were probably lost in another fever dream, and closed your eyes back.

"She will get better soon. I promise."

Buggy looked at Chopper. Fuck, he couldn't get used to it. When he heard about the new strawhats medic, he didn't exactly imagine it like a talking reindeer with childish behavior.

After the attack, Buggy did everything he could to save you. Fortunately the knife didn't hit your heart, and he managed to stop the bleeding with what he had on board. However, your condition was only getting worse. You threw up a few times and your fever spiked. Till this point, his crew didn't have a medic. He always thought it would be an unnecessary expense, but the thought of losing you in such a dumb way was insufferable. So he sent Cabaji to find the closest doctor, may it be aboard another ship or on land.

"Boss… I have good news, and bad news" Cabaji said when he returned on the boat.

He hadn’t even finished his sentence that a ship with a straw hat jolly roger pointed to the horizon. Buggy understood immediately, and sighed. Despite all his hate for your former crew, he was ready to accept a truce if this could save your life.

He was a bit perplexed to see how well he was treated by the kiddoes this time. Well, he wasn't really in the same mood as when he was just a head. And he'd been the subject of a thorough body search before gaining the right to remain at your side. And your ancient friends apparently didn't want you to die.

The little beast was, to his great surprise, a pretty good doctor. Afraid and shy at first, when he saw you he immediately changed his behavior and stopped acting like a kid.

"You did well to contact us. Her wounds are infected. She’s lucky to be alive." He said, focused on your state and very serious.

Buggy didn't leave your side, except for commodities, or when Chopper needed to examine your injuries. His makeup was almost totally gone, his hair was a mess and he hasn't had a proper sleep night for days. He wasn't very talkative, which was kinda strange for him. When he came on the boat at first, the straw hats were teasing him as always. But he didn't even answer, his heart and soul focused on you. He was way too proud to say how grateful he was that they saved your life. The only way he could express gratitude at the moment was by not being a pain in the ass to them.

He was really surprised when broccoli hair, after visiting you, put a friendly hand on his shoulder before leaving the room, without saying anything. Or when the cook came and placed a dish by his side. "Smoked fish. A bit late, sorry" he said. He wasn't sure how he felt about this. It was so unnatural. On another hand, knowing that the strawhats didn't hate him as much as he did always annoyed him, threatening is ego in a very strange way.

The atmosphere on the boat was heavy. He had only one desire: to go back to his own ship, with you by his side, and to his habitual hate for Rubber boy's crew.

A tiny voice drew him from his thoughts.

"Buggy, she's waking up." Chopper said.

Buggy stood up and got close to you, impatient to hear your voice again.

This wasn't a fever dream.

You were aboard your former ship.

Buggy was here and he didn't have any anger outburst since you woke up.

Everyone in your former crew was nice with him.

You almost died.

And you were healed by a talking reindeer who talked like a child.

What a fucking strange world.

You opened your eyes a few days ago. Buggy almost jumped on the bed, covering you in kisses, hugging you with all his forces. After Chopper told him that you needed to rest and that he should be careful, he only let his hands caress your features while the rest of his body was sitting in a chair by your side.

“You scared me so much, holy shit Reddie I was so afraid…, he whispered.

- Hey, you can’t get rid of me this easily” you whispered, still weak, but so happy to see him.

For a moment, you just shared an intimate silence.

Your former crewmates came one by one to see how your recovery was going. You felt so much relief seeing how well they took your departure. Living by Buggy's side, you constructed a very particular definition of loyalty. You thought they would hate you for having left, but they seemed just happy to see you.

Luffy was the first one to come.

"REDDIE !!!" he screamed, before jumping on you and hugging you hard in his arms, making you suffocate.

Buggy grumbled by your side and you could easily guess that it was hard for him to not explode in rage seeing Luffy acting so brutally, while himself was restraining to squeeze you against him the hardest that he could.

"Comon, comon rubber boy, you're gonna reopen her wounds" Buggy grumbled, sending his hands to grab him by the shirt like a kitty and put him back on his feet - Luffy arms stretching a moment before letting go.

Luffy started enumerating all adventures he went through since you left the crew without even catching his breath.

"Missed you too, Luffy" you said painfully, still hurt by his hug attack.

Zoro came later in the afternoon, with a card game. You were surprised to see Buggy and him play poker together without throwing insults at each other, but not so surprised to see Buggy literally sending an eye to Zoro's game. It was so good to see him again. You didn’t realize how much you missed him.

Sanji brought you all your meals with a charming face, and Usopp spent almost an hour talking to you about the time he ate a devil fruit but threw it up so now he was fine. You could see Buggy sat in his chair, arm crossed, grumbling. Damn he was really pissed off. You giggled, and sent him a kiss. Seeing him like this, you almost felt like you were in a family reunion, and that he was your boyfriend trying really hard to be well seen by your family. Which, well, was pretty much the case.

As the sun was going down, Chopper came to change your bandages. He insisted that Buggy left the room so he could have space to do his thing.

"Y'know I already saw her tits you rat … lucky you are I have to pee" Buggy mumbled, leaving the room however.

After Chopper left and before Buggy came back, Nami snuck into the room.

"Oh Reddie" she whispered before hugging you.

After a small talk about how you felt and how life was going, she suddenly looked at you, a serious concern in the eyes.

"Listen Reddie I don't have much time.I want to talk to you before Buggy comes back. I know you chose to leave, I know you love him, but I'm still worried about you sweetie."

You were about to reply but she stopped you, and put something in your hands. You looked at it. It was an earpiece den den mushi.

"I used something like this when I was still under Arlong's control. It is very discreet, you could easily hide it somewhere on your boat. Reddie if anything goes wrong with Buggy…

- Oh Nami you really don't have to worry. I know he's not really your favorite person but…

- Please Reddie. Promise you'll call."

Her eyes were full of a silent fear, and you couldn't really blame her. She didn't know Buggy like you did, she didn't know what you shared with him, and probably only still saw in him the bad sociopath clown who destroyed Orange Town. You would be worried too if one of your friends left you suddenly to follow a man like this. You smiled at her softly, and put the device under the pillow.

"Sure Nami. If anything goes wrong, I'll call. Girl promise."

Night finally fell, allowing you to enjoy a moment alone with Bugs.

At first he insisted on sleeping in his chair, not wanting to reopen your wounds. But some lip biting and playful puns from you had wise of the poor clown. He took off his clothes and joined you under the cover for a tender embrace.

You felt like you were crystal made under his hands. It was so different from everything you shared with him before. Buggy was an expert for passionate quickies in random places and for making things rough and louds. This night, however , his gestures were soft and careful, filled with concern. All your body was more sensitive than usual - especially your breasts, probably due to your injuries. Every touch of Buggy felt electric.

The silence in the room was only broken by small pleasure sighs and your panting respirations. As both of you were reaching your climax, you took his head in your hand and with an infinite tenderness you kissed his nose. Buggy's eyes opened wide, and he started laughing, before biting your neck. All your body melted, submerged by the adoration you felt for him.

In the afterglow, he spooned you tenderly, his arms crossed on your chest, carefully not touching your wounds.

"I love you so fucking much, redhead bitch." Buggy whispered to your ear.

You shivered. It was the first time he told you that he loved you, casually, frontally, without having a panic attack or hiding it behind a silly joke. You let yourself go in his arms a bit more.

"I love you too, stupid clown"

You said softly, falling asleep against him, butterflies in your stomach as you were hearing his heart pounding behind you.

Buggy's arms were crossed and he looked away, pretending he wasn't listening.

The two of you were right in front of the makeshift bridge going from the strawhats boat to his own. Chopper was telling you how to take care of your injuries on your own. You had to stay a few days on Merry in order to recover, and damn those were the worst days of his life, between his concern about you and the fact he felt like a leashed dog with this stupid truce…

For a moment, he was scared seeing you so happy with your former crewmates. A vivid insecurity punched his heart. What if she realizes she is more happy with them ? What if she left me again for them?

He couldn't support the idea of losing you another time. However, the night you shared in your tiny medical bed chased his pains away. You were his. Even if he couldn't get rid of all his trust issues this easily, he felt better.

He raised an eyebrow looking at Chopper. The little beast was still telling you how to take care of your scars after healing.

"Guy, listen, I know how to take care of my wife, can we go now ?" Buggy mumbled, impatient to break the truce.

He would never admit it but of course he actually listened to every single word Chopper said. He didn't want to lose you with another infection. He has been so scared, when you almost died in his arms. He never felt so scared in his entire life.

Since you left the bed, one of his hands was always on your waist in a protective gesture. He couldn't wait to bring you home and take things back where you left them. To find back your life of freedom, alcohol and lust. To be alone with you.

Chopper stopped talking. Even if he gained trust while Buggy was on the ship, he was still not very reassured beside him. He nodded nervously, before looking at you.

"The most important thing is that you need to rest, and avoid the fights for a moment. In your condition … it would be dangerous for you and the baby.

- … wait, what ?" You said, not sure of what you just heard.

"Oh I thought you knew it ?" The reindeer answered, showing your belly with his hooves. "You're pregnant."

You hiccuped two times.

First when you heard Chopper's words.

Secondly when Buggy's arms literally fell on the ground at your feets.

OOF THIS WAS SO HARD TO WRITE, finding a way to combine Chopper innocent & childish personnality with a pregnancy announcement was SO HARD, but it was important for the story that the strawhats helped you and I didn't know how to manage it. Ye I said I didn't care if things were poorly written but still... I have standards. I probably be inactive for a week, my wife and I are going in a romantic trip together. I'll try to write the part VI before going ! Can't wait !! ᕕ(♥ヘ♥)ᕗ

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inkykeiji · 4 years

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i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back

character: dabi | todoroki touya

notes: stepcest (kind of—ur parents aren’t married yet) with dabi-as-touya x a very naïve and inexperienced reader, normal!AU (no quirks, dabi also has tattoos over his scarred + fully healed skin), university!reader, implied yakuza!dabi, excessive use of the words niichan and good, praise kink, fingering, face fucking, title credit = save that shit by lil peep lmao uhhhh yeah i hc dabi as a very intelligent and perceptive individual soooo i feel like he’d be a master at reading a person & their emotions and then adapting his manipulation techniques

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), noncon/dubcon, slight somnophilia, emotional manipulation, toxic relationship, size difference, slight degradation, mentions of drug use

words: 7.1k

part 2.1 | part 2.2

synopsis:

“You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, when you lay awake in your bed, you’ll feel ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰ ✰

Your dad’s been dating Rei for a while—nearly a year, now—when things begin to get serious, and he proposes to her.

She accepts, so it’s not exactly a surprise when she suggests you guys move in with her—she’s got more than enough space, she tells you, it’s just her and her son in that big old house—and your dad seems pretty thrilled about it. This was the next step before marriage, after all.

You like Rei well enough, she’s always been nothing but sweet to you, and anyway, your father’s relationship really isn’t any of your business or concern.

It isn’t that you don’t want to move in with her—her house is in a better part of the neighborhood, a standard detached upper-middle class home, and just a short walk from a bus stop that’ll take you directly to university, which you start in a week.

It’s just…You’re a little apprehensive.

You know she has kids. She mentions them in passing every once in a while, but you can’t for the life of you remember their names, or their ages, or how many of them there are. You know they don’t all live with her, that her relationship with her ex-husband is complicated and rocky at best.

But you’re still surprised to hear that only one of them, her eldest, lives with her. She tells you he’s five years older than you are, that he’s a clever, smart boy, going off on a tangent about how disappointed she is that he didn’t go to university, because ‘he would’ve done so well—he could’ve shone so brightly.’ Something about the way she says that, the way her voice sounds almost sad, makes anxiety turn to lead in your stomach. She talks about him as if he’s already a lost cause, but he’s only in his mid-twenties, isn’t he?

You understand the moment you see him. The man standing in front of you as you shift from foot to foot unsurely in the foyer of this unfamiliar house is about as far from what you anticipated as he could possibly be.

He’s tall, skin pale as moonlight, with jet black hair and the most stunning blue eyes you’ve ever seen. But that isn’t what captivates you. It isn’t the lip ring curled around his bottom lip snuggly, and it isn’t the tongue piercing you’re about to find out he’s hiding in his mouth, either.

Every inch of the exposed skin of his arms is covered in intricate, seamlessly flowing tattoos—or, for a moment, you thought it was tattoos, plural. Upon closer inspection, you realize that each arm is actually covered in one giant tattoo, giving a new definition to the term ‘sleeve’. It’s all black ink, not a splash of colour anywhere, depicting an extremely detailed and anatomically correct mechanical arm, complete with what would’ve been joints, ligaments and bones in the form of wires and steel.

The tattoos extend onto the tops of his hands, made to look as if surgical staples are peeling his skin back to reveal the robot beneath. This same tattoo continues up his neck, along his jaw and onto his cheeks, all the way to his bottom lip, spreading across his entire face and disappearing into his hairline and onto his ears. Finally, there’s a small portion of the tattoo underneath his eyes, the surgical staples lining the edges of the face tattoos, too.

It startles you—you’re not necessarily scared, you just…weren’t expecting that. But there’s no denying the rush of breath that involuntarily escapes your lips as your eyes search his face, raking over his body in a brazen way that should make you feel shameful, travelling back up to find him smirking smugly at you, raising an eyebrow as your eyes meet again.

The look in his eyes tells you he knows, knows what you’re thinking about, knows how undeniably attracted you are to him, and scalding heat floods your cheeks.

He chuckles a little, which does nothing but add insult to injury, and sharp anger slices through your chest at the way that you stomach absolutely drops at his gravelly voice. You can’t believe yourself, can’t believe your body is reacting and responding so readily to this man—this stranger.

He introduces himself as Touya, in that rough, deep voice that forces a jolt of electricity to run through your veins. You idly wonder what your name would sound like on his tongue, how it might sound if his voice dropped to a growl, find yourself stuck thinking about this for the rest of the night.

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To your disappointment, and as much as you are unabashedly interested in him, you don’t interact much with Touya for your first few weeks in the house—in fact, you barely see him at all.

This only piques your curiosity about him more, finding that you’re unable to tear your eyes from him on the rare occasion that you are in a room together. He catches you staring every single time, and he has the audacity to chuckle to himself and shake his head when his gaze meets yours, your eyes quickly darting away and cheeks burning at his laugh.

You begin gathering little tidbits of information about him, purely sourced from interactions you witness in the house, desperately praying for something that’ll give you an opportunity to start a conversation with him.

Your efforts prove fruitless when, almost a month and a half since you moved in, you’ve still only spoken a handful of words to him. You do learn a bit about him through observing, though.

You discover that he’s a smoker, which really doesn’t come as a shock at all. Marlboro’s are his favourite, and he’s always got a pack in his back pocket or rolled up in the short sleeve of his t-shirt. He must have them imported—Marlboro’s are incredibly rare to find all the way in Japan.

Touya must have a lot of things imported.

You find out that every other Thursday, Touya discreetly stuffs an absurdly large wad of cash—all composed of ten-thousand-yen bills—into his mom’s hands, forcing her fingers to curl around it. She fights him on it, every time, but he’s firm and adamant that she take it. It always ends with Rei giving him a small, watery smile, Touya pressing a kiss against the side of her head and murmuring that he loves her.

After you witness this interaction for the first time, you begin to notice that, while the house looks relatively normal on the outside, it is stuffed full of luxury on the inside. Flat-screen TVs each complete with full entertainment systems, state of the art appliances that are somehow up to date with all of the latest trends (including a smart fridge—absolutely ridiculous), custom made furniture, ornate rugs, a housekeeper that drops by every Sunday…

You have no idea what he does for work, but you think you’ve got at least some sort of idea when you catch him one night, just past 2AM, exiting his room and using a thumb to brush excess white powder off his nose. His eyes catch yours, pupils blown and shining in the low light, and he smiles darkly at you, winking once as he walks away.

You don’t ask—no one ever does.

You don’t ask about the crimson splattered on the toe of his boot, or why he sometimes smells metallic, like copper, the strong scent wafting after him and invading the halls as he stalks leisurely toward the bathroom. You don’t ask why he leaves the house at odd hours in the night, and you definitely don’t ask about the soft clinking and clicking you hear through the thin walls every so often while he cleans his gun at 3AM.

You’re not sure if it’s really any of your business, anyway. So you stay quiet, and continue to wait.

The opportunity finally comes one Wednesday in October, two weeks before Halloween, when you’re in the kitchen after school busy fixing yourself an afternoon snack. Touya comes home uncharacteristically early—you rarely see him before 10PM, so his entrance scares you, and you jump a little.

“Sorry,” he murmurs as he passes by behind you, just an inch too close, just enough so you can feel his body heat radiating off of him.

“It’s fine,” you say quietly, shaking your head a little and trying in vain to stop your hands from trembling as you spread peanut butter across a piece of bread.

You can feel his eyes on you, and it makes you nervous, makes your skin crawl in a way you’ve never felt before. He laughs a little at your struggling, leaning against the counter next to you and crossing his arms over his chest.

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, y’know,” he says with a smirk, eyes glittering at the way your lips part in surprise, your breath stuttering a little. “I’m your niichan after all, aren’t I?”

You hadn’t even considered using the honorific until he himself uses it.

Your hands freeze, hovering over your plate, and you look over at him slowly. “You…Want me to call you that?”

“You can, if you’d like,” he says smoothly, nonchalantly, like he doesn’t have a care in the world. It makes no difference to him, he tells you, but when he finally looks back at you, you think you can see it in his eyes—a sharp, small glimmer of…of something. Something that makes your stomach twist in a way you can’t decide if you like or not.

But this is it, you think, this is your opening to finally begin talking to him.

So you do. And the smirk he gives you the first time you address him by the honorific, voice quivering slightly as you ask him where Rei normally keeps the blender, is nothing short of predatory.

“It’s on the top shelf. It’s too high for you, though,” he says, voice so sickly sweet it almost sounds mocking. “Let niichan get it for you,”

It isn’t, but you let him get it for you anyway.

And he knows—knows he’s got you the moment you gasp at the honorific leaving his lips, trying to hide it behind your hand, nodding quickly and squeaking out a thank you.

It starts after that. He begins playing with you; a sick, perverse game of cat and mouse, hunter and hunted, and you play your part perfectly.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it, if you said it didn’t send wicked sparks of excitement shooting up your spine and an intense fluttering in your stomach.

And it starts slow. It starts with gentle pet names—honey, sweetheart, princess—and fingertips trailing down your arm as he passes you. It starts with a large hand placed on the small of your back, guiding you—out of the house and into his car, out of the kitchen and into the living room, out of the hallway and into his bedroom—and with little pecks on your lips stolen when no one’s watching, quick kisses that leave you feeling exhilarated despite their chastity.

Suddenly, he’s home a hell of a lot more. He’s sitting too close to you on the couch while you curl up with a textbook, his thigh pressed against you and flesh burning hot through his black jeans. He’s joining the family dinner a few times a week, idly hooking and unhooking his ankle with yours beneath the table while smirking at you from across it.

Suddenly, he’s asking you if you need a ride to school, or if you need someone to pick you up. You don’t, you tell him, the bus is just fine, but he insists. It’s what niichans do, he says. He wants to take care of you, he says.

Who are you to deny him that, really?

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The first time you experience Touya angry is about a month after the inciting incident, when he catches you walking home with a few of your university friends.

He had texted you earlier that day, telling you that he—very regretfully, he said—would be unable to pick you up from school this afternoon because ‘something had come up’.

You didn’t question what it was—you knew he’d lie even if you did. So you accepted it obediently, reassured him that it was fine, that you’d find another way home.

You’re pretty sure if you had told him that you didn’t have any extra change on you for the bus suddenly whatever important thing that had ‘come up’ which so desperately needed his attention wouldn’t be so urgent anymore. But you didn’t want to be a bother, or inconvenience him, so you say nothing.

Two friends decide they’ll accompany you on your walk home, so you aren’t lonely, they claim. Normally, the walk from campus to your house is about thirty minutes, but that day it takes you nearly an hour, wasting time goofing around and walking slowly as you talk idly.

Touya’s already pissed that it’s taken you so long to arrive home, that you’ve ignored all of his extremely considerate texts asking if you’re alright, but when he sees you squished between two boys, giggling as the three of you stumble up your driveway—he’s fucking fuming.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, voice calm and monotonous, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Your head snaps up—you swear he wasn’t there just a second ago—blood running cold.

His stance is relaxed, arms crossed loosely over his chest, lazily raising an eyebrow as your wide eyes meet his. Technically, the only indication that he’s furious is the blazing blue fire in his eyes, but your friends can read the tension in the air surrounding him, shuffling a little closer to you. This minuscule action does not go unnoticed by Touya, sharp jaw clenching once.

“You had niichan worried,”

You’re frozen a few feet away from the porch, unable to find your voice, to move your legs, to breathe at all.

“I didn’t know you had an older brother,”

Your eyes do not leave Touya’s as you speak, the words hoarse. “Oh, we’re—”

“Yeah,” Touya bites, irritation finally bleeding into his voice. “She does,” his eyes float back to yours. “Come here, princess,”

Your body snaps into action, moving automatically before you can even comprehend it, allowing Touya to tuck you into his side the moment you reach him.

Your hands are shaking, but you have no control over them as your fingers curl in his white t-shirt, clinging to him. To your surprise, the arm around your shoulders hugs you closer in response, thumb caressing you.

“Thanks for making sure she got home safely,” he tosses over his shoulder, managing to make the simple sentence sound like an insult, tone bordering on patronizing, while he turns on his heel, marching you both inside.

“I-I’m so sorry,” you’re rushing to say the moment the front door shuts behind you two, Touya’s arm still wrapped firmly around you.

He looks down at you coldly. “Don’t you dare pull shit like that again,” he tells you, eerily calm voice forcing spikes of icy dread up your spine. He pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in as his eyes bore into yours. “You had me worried sick,” he breathes out then, squeezing you again. You’re surprised in the sudden change of tone, feeling your chest swell at the thought of him fretting over you, a small smile gracing your lips.

“I…I did?”

Touya’s eyebrows furrow, as if he’s offended at your questioning, mood morphing in the span of a second. “Of course you fucking did,” he spits like you’re stupid, arm dropping. “Do you ever check your phone?”

“Wh-What?”

Touya rolls his eyes. “Check your phone,” he calls out airily as he begins walking into the kitchen, shaking his head a little, disappointment rolling off him in waves.

Hastily fishing your phone out of your bag, you’re astonished to see eight texts from him and three missed calls. You scroll through the texts quickly, each one making you feel more nauseous than the next. ‘Is everything okay? You should’ve been home by now’; ‘Please answer me, princess, you’re making your niichan nervous’; ‘Where are you? Answer my fucking calls already’. Guilt turns sour in your mouth and you hurry after him.

“I-I really am s-so sorry,” you force the words out, unsure as to why there are suddenly tears stinging your eyes. He isn’t even doing anything—his back is facing you as he nonchalantly begins brewing a pot of coffee.

But the thought of him being upset with you, of losing his approval, sends a sharp pain searing through your chest.

“Are you?” he asks, and although his voice holds no malice in it, it causes your whole body to stutter with a harsh breath.

“Yes,” you whimper out, latching onto his arm and tugging in an attempt to draw his eyes to yours, to see how regretful you are, the remorse written across your face. “I should’ve…That was so careless and inconsiderate of me,”

“It was,” he agrees simply, voice still light, as if he’s discussing something as mundane as the weather. “But you’ll never do it again, right?”

“Right,” you agree readily, breathing out the word before you even realize what you’re agreeing to.

“Tell niichan you’ll never worry him like that again,” he finally looks over at you.

“I-I’ll never worry you like that again, niichan, I pr-promise,”

His eyes hold yours for what feels like eons, before he finally twists his arm out of your grasp, instead wrapping it around you and tugging you against his body. You stay staring up at him, eyes wide and obedient, breath bated as you wait for your next order, so pliant and ready to serve him.

“Good,” he whispers, eyes finally softening, and you feel like you can breathe properly again. His free hand cups your face, thumb running along your lips, then your chin, then your jaw. “You want to be good for me, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Of course,” you respond instantly. Later, you’ll lay awake in your bed, feeling ashamed by your actions, by how readily captivated you were with him, by how easily he was able to manipulate you with those sapphire eyes and that rough voice—

But in that moment, you’ll do anything to pull that little smile from him, anything to hear him tell you you’re good. You just want to be good.

Something dark and primal flashes in those gorgeous eyes as they gaze down at you, a small grin spreading across his face. “Of course,” he repeats softly.

✰ ✰ ✰

He begins to trust you more. You meet his friends, each one terrifying in their own right. Jin is alright, although his brain is fried from drugs, and he talks to and contradicts himself a lot, earning the nickname Twice from Tomura.

Tomura horrifies you to your very core—a tall, lanky man with sunken red eyes and sickly pale skin who looks like he’s one bad day away from death—and Touya tells you very sternly to stay away from him.

A university student not unlike yourself, Keigo is your favourite. Keigo is the most normal, with his wild blonde hair and enticing gold eyes that always look like they’re playfully holding the secrets of the universe just out of your grasp.

Keigo’s brain is always going a hundred miles a minute, although you’d never guess it with his trademark lazy drawl, speaking as if he hasn’t got a care in the world. But he can always keep a conversation going, knows exactly what to say to avoid awkward silences or lulls in the discussion, and you appreciate that. You think he’s so cool—he has so much knowledge about the oddest things, everything and anything, ‘a walking encyclopedia’, Tomura calls it, and it fascinates you to no end.

It’s the speed, Touya tells you one night while you’re laying on the couch, your body on top of his, the pads of his fingers dragging down your back in rhythmic strokes. Speed is Keigo’s drug of choice, you find out. Speed is the reason why Keigo knows as much as he does.

“Sometimes he doesn’t sleep for days,” Touya says. “That’s how he has all the time to memorize everything he knows—though that big overactive brain of his plays a part in it, too,”

The thought inexplicably makes your heart sink in your chest, and you don’t say anything else. If Touya notices your shift in mood, he doesn’t mention it. You idly wonder what Touya’s drug of choice is, but you’re too scared of the answer to ask.

✰ ✰ ✰

It’s only a few nights later when you wake with a violent jolt, breathing laboured as you absentmindedly press your palm to your chest, trying in vain to calm your racing heart.

A nightmare.

You sit in silence for a moment, listening to the sound of your own harsh breaths echoing off the walls and debating what to do next. A minute later, you swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing when your bare feet touch the cold hardwood, and pad down the hallway.

You try to trick yourself into believing that you aren’t using this purely as an excuse to spend the night with him. It really was so scary, you reason with yourself, it really has made you all shaken up…

Who are you kidding? You didn’t even attempt to go back to sleep.

You’ve been in his room plenty of times now—sitting daintily on his bed as he introduces you to new music, new movies, new books. Stuff that reminds him of you, he says, stuff that he thought you might be interested in. You’re grateful for it; there are so many things you’ve learned in the short time you’ve known him.

That isn’t all, though. There’s no denying the warmth that spreads through your body, that tiny excited flutter in your chest, when he calls your name and interlaces your fingers, leading you toward his room and telling you he’s got something to show you.

Yes, you’ve been in his room plenty of times now. But this is the first time you spend the night in his bed.

He’s still up, soft golden light leaking from under his closed bedroom door. Your hand quivers a little as you lift it to rap your knuckles against the wood. He appears in the doorway a moment later, leaning against the frame in a black t-shirt that looks like it’s a size or two too small for him, riding up to reveal a teasing sliver of milky skin, tips of his hipbones jutting out from the waistband of his plaid pajama pants.

“Princess? What is it?”

You didn’t realize you were staring, and you jump a little at his gravelly voice.

“Oh. I, um—Well, I just…had a nightmare a-and I can’t sleep,”

You can barely look him in the eyes as you say it, your cheeks burning. You both know it’s a lie.

But he plays along.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, drawing you into his arms, into his room, into his bed.

“You’re trembling,” he murmurs as he turns on his side to face you, propping his head up with a hand. “Poor thing. Was it a bad one?”

Your mouth feels like its been stuffed with cotton, rendering you incapable of speech, tongue dry and sluggish. You nod in response, heat seeping into your cheeks again at just how loudly your heart is thumping while you roll onto your side. There’s only a few inches of space between your bodies now, his hot breath fanning across your face as he speaks again.

“Do you want niichan to help you forget about it?”

The question hangs heavy in the air, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, eyes searching his. Your thighs squeeze together at the way his voice has dropped an octave, low and husky, familiar heat pooling in the depths of your belly. He waits patiently, lifting a hand to caress your cheek, then runs his fingertips down your bare arm, goosebumps following.

Finally, you nod. You think you see the corners of his lips quirk up into the slightest hint of a smirk, but you blink, and it’s gone.

“Here,” he whispers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. Hand cupping your jaw, he tilts your face up and slots his mouth against yours.

You’ve kissed before, of course—in his bed, in yours, on the living room couch, on the kitchen counter with his hips shoved between your thighs—but this…this feels different.

These are kisses with intent, with purpose, with a goal in mind. These are kisses that keep you distracted—slow, soft, messy with saliva—as his hand slips down your body and between your thighs.

Your gasp breaks the kiss, wide eyes blinking up at him then fluttering shut as he brushes a knuckle against your clit. He hushes you, nimble fingers spreading your folds before he drags them up your slit, huffing out a laugh at how wet you already are.

“Were you thinking about something naughty before?” he gasps mockingly, sliding the pads of his fingers back down as he speaks.

His hand withdraws from your shorts and he orders you to lift your hips, tugging the waistband down your thighs. You squirm a little, forcing them further down your legs until you free yourself of them completely, eyes gazing up at him again, awaiting your next command.

Legs part dutifully as his hand travels back down to the apex of your thighs, pushing a finger into your soaking pussy.

It’s slow at first, thrusting leisurely with his middle finger a few times and loosening you up a little before adding his ring finger. Sapphire eyes watch his motions, captivated by how your eager little cunt sucks his fingers in selfishly.

“Look at that, huh?” he breathes, looking down at you. “Such a pretty little pussy you’ve got,”

You open your bleary eyes to peer at yourself, mesmerized by the way his fingers are pumping in and out of you, glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. He curls his fingers and you inhale sharply, hips twitching toward his palm.

“Oh?” he chuckles darkly, knuckles nudging the spot again. “Did niichan find something, baby?”

You don’t know, you’re not sure, you try to tell him, but all you can seem to manage is pathetic little whines while you nod your head.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he’s asking as the pads of his fingers tap against that spot, your entire body jolting.

“Y-Yes,” you whimper out, a little breathlessly. “But it’s never felt like this,”

“Aw, baby,” he coos, and it’s so condescending. “Then you weren’t doing it right, sweetheart,”

He quickens his pace, chuckles at the way you try to desperately fuck yourself on his fingers at such an awkward angle.

“Poor little thing, can’t even get herself off properly,” he tsks. “You need your niichan to do it for you, don’t you?”

Soft whines spill from your throat as you nod eagerly, your stomach coiling tightly.

“One day,” he breathes, curling his fingers with a vengeance this time, your hips rolling up off the mattress. “When we have the time, I’ll teach you how to make yourself feel so good,”

He’s talking too much. You want to tell him this, tell him to shut the hell up, but every time you try to speak he presses the heel of his palm to your clit and grinds against it, effectively scattering all of your thoughts, soft mewls of niichan the only sound escaping your lips.

Can’t deny his voice is fucking hot though, a form of foreplay all on its own.

And he knows this, can read you like a goddamn book, especially when he’s got his fingers two knuckles deep inside of you. He can feel it, he tells you. You don’t even need to speak; he can feel your thoughts when his voice drops an octave and your cute little hole flutters, when he chuckles and your pussy clenches around his fingers—a slut for his voice, aren’t you?

“Pretty baby, you can’t do anything but nod dumbly, can you? Been fucked stupid by my fingers alone, huh?”

Your head barely moves, lost all control of your body by this point, only able to whimper in response.

“Gonna come all over my fingers, pretty girl?” the knuckle of his thumb begins grazing your clit in quick strokes. “C’mon, make a mess for niichan,”

And it’s pathetic, how quickly your body obeys. Your pussy squeezes once, twice, three times and you’re gushing all over his fingers, juices collecting in his palm, running down his wrist. You’re embarrassed—you’ve never cum that much before, have you?

Breathing still ragged, you nuzzle into his sheets, partially hiding your face from him. Nothing could hide the involuntary grin that forms on your lips, though. Arms snake under your boneless body, tugging a bit.

“Oh no, baby, we aren’t done yet,” Touya’s saying while he hoists you up, letting you lean heavily against him.

Head tilting in confusion, your glazed eyes find his. “Wh-What?”

He looks down at his lap and your gaze follows, a tiny whimper slipping past your lips at the bulge straining against his pants. “Doesn’t niichan deserve a nice reward for helping you forget that scary dream?”

Eyes darting back to his, you nod slowly, whispering out, “Yes. But—But…” But you’re hesitant; you’ve never done anything like this before. Shaking hands reach for the waistband of his pants, beginning to pull them down but freezing when the head of his cock peeks out.

Touya sighs. “Come on, you wanna be a good girl for niichan, don’t you?”

Of course. Of courses you do.

Then he wants you to touch him, he says. He’ll help you; he promises.

“But you gotta get it wet first,”

You ask how, and he laughs at you. “With your tongue, stupid,” he tells you.

He instructs you to kneel on the floor and you comply immediately, trembling legs folding beneath your body as you situate yourself between his knees. He inches forward on the bed a little, shuffling himself to the edge and caging you between his thighs. Bringing his cock close to your mouth, he taps the head against your closed lips.

They part instantly, obediently, his eyes flashing with something sinister as you take the head into your mouth and suck hesitantly, big eyes staring up at him waiting for approval.

He curses, his hips twitching ever so slightly, skin stretched taut over bony knuckles as a hand forms a fist in the sheets. Starting with kitten licks at first, the tip of your tongue barely touches him, tracing veins, then begins to gain more confidence as he groans a little, telling you what to you, that you’re doing good, so good for him.

Watching him through thick lashes, you have the audacity to look bashful as your tongue laves around the shaft, drenching it in saliva. A hand tangles in your hair and yanks, pulling you off his cock when he decides it’s sufficiently wet enough. Long fingers encircle your wrist, bringing your hand to form a fist around him.

“Like this,” he says, jerking your hand up and down.

You’re terrible at it, movements awkward and uncoordinated, but in that moment he doesn’t really care. He’s irritated a little, wondering out loud how anyone can be bad at handjobs while a large hand wraps around yours and forces you to speed up. Bad? Your heart sinks at the small three letter word, a hard lump forming in your throat, looking as though you may start crying.

But he cums quickly after that, ropes of searing hot white painting your cheeks and face. You watch him the entire time, panting a little, lips parted slightly and your tongue darts out to lick them, tasting him.

He laughs at your bitter reaction, and it’s such a patronizing sound.

“Don’t worry,” he says, collecting the cum off your face and forcing his fingers into your mouth. “Someday I’ll stuff your throat full of it.”

✰ ✰ ✰

You can no longer mention needing—no, wanting—anything around him anymore, because within the next few days it’s sitting pretty and perfect on your bed, propped up against your lace trimmed pillows.

He’s so good to you; you should be grateful you have such a generous niichan, one who eats you out and spoils you with gifts. You’re so spoiled.

And he tells you this, in the dead of night when you wake to find him shoving his cock into you, snarling a little at your soft whines of protest.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warns. Just be a good girl and take his cock. He does so much for you, can’t you be good for him?

Yes, yes, you want to be good for him, you want to be the best for him.

By this point you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve woken up in the middle of the night with his head between your thighs, prepping you to take him.

“Stay sleeping, baby,” he’ll tell you, words whispered into your hair as his cockhead nudges against your hole.

As if you could ever stay sleeping when only a few minutes later he’s pounding you into oblivion, large hand clasped over your mouth so tightly his blunt nails are digging into your cheek, so hard that it’s yanking your head back, neck beginning to ache.

He tells you to be quiet, “You don’t want anyone to hear, do you? Then we’d have to stop, and you don’t want that, right, sweetheart?”

You don’t, you whimper. Of course you don’t—you want whatever he wants, you want to be his perfect little baby, you want to be told how good you take his cock, the praise mumbled against your skin in a low, strained voice right before he fills you with cum.

✰ ✰ ✰

He disappears for a few days near the end of December. You have no idea where, Touya answering your curious texts with playful quips at first before he grows tired of it and tells you to stop fucking asking.

But eventually, he returns.

The front door slams shut and your body flinches with a jolt of excitement. Adrenaline spikes your blood when you hear his heavy boots colliding with the hardwood, getting louder, louder, louder…

He passes right by you, not glancing at you at all. Moments later, the sound of water hitting the tiled shower wall echoes down the hallway.

And you wait. Patiently, you wait, like the good little girl you are, not daring to move a muscle. Eventually he re-emerges, hair still damp, a few strands sticking to his neck.

With a groan, he collapses on the couch next to you, flopping his head into your lap and gazing up at you with glazed, blown sapphire eyes.

“You’re high,” you say softly, not accusatory, just an observation. He giggles a little.

“So what if I am?”

“What did you take?”

“Oh,” he gasps mockingly. “Oh no, baby, I can’t tell you that,”

Why? The question is burning on the tip of your tongue, and you can tell that he’s anticipating that to be your next response, but you bite down on your bottom lip, holding it in. You know his answer already, can practically hear his patronizing voice—Because good baby sisters aren’t supposed to know about stuff like this.

“Can I try some?” you ask instead.

All of the mirth fades from his eyes in an instant, and he moves in a flash despite his inebriated state, so quick you can barely tell what’s happening. His large hand wraps around your bicep in a bruising grasp, pulling you towards him as he sits up, his face an inch away from yours.

“Absolutely fucking not,” he spits, cobalt eyes blazing and voice rumbling against your chest. “And if I so much as catch wind that you’re using, have a mere feeling that you’ve tried it—even just once—I’ll slaughter you and the fucker you got it from. Do you understand me?”

Surprised tears spring into your eyes and you nod jerkily, body beginning to tremble as your breath gets caught in your throat. You want to tell him that you didn’t mean it, honest, you promise!; that you were just kidding around, you swear!, but you can’t, voice mangling itself with the hitched little breaths on the back of your tongue.

He growls at your silence, his grip around your arm tightening and you cry out, terrified that he might actually crush the bone with his bare hand.

“Say, yes Touya, I understand,”

“Y-Yes Touya, I understand,” you manage to stutter out, voice returning only at the command of a direct order, tears spilling over and rolling down your cheeks in pairs. His eyes search your face for a moment, his features contorted in fury, before he sneers at you, squeezing your arm once then roughly letting go, shoving you away from him.

You fall backward against the arm of the couch, heart thumping so vigorously you’re sure he can hear it. He groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, exasperated.

“Fuck,” he sighs, eyes opening to glare at the ceiling. “You’ve ruined my high,”

You stare at him, breath coming out in uneven huffs, clinging to the couch.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whisper, terrified to move lest you upset him more.

He’s silent for a moment, still staring up, until he lolls his head to the side, glancing at you through the corner of his eye. A small smirk spreads across his face.

“C’mere,” he says, nodding his head a little in indication.

“Wh-What?”

“C’mere,” he repeats. “Come make it up to me,”

Your body’s moving before you’ve given it permission to, crawling into his lap obediently, thighs on either side of his hips. His smirk widens, and you love it—you love how much control he has over you without even trying, you love the way a quiet whimper slips through your lips as his large hands begin kneading your flesh, running up your legs and grabbing your ass.

Lips trail up the column of your neck, and you tilt your head back, a silent plea for more. You can feel the way his lips curl into a grin against your skin, nipping at it a second later.

“So, how you gonna make it up to me? Huh?” he shifts his hips under you, pressing his hard cock into your clothed core. You whine a little, grinding against him.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” you breathe out while sharp teeth mar your collarbone.

“The hell you waiting for? Show me,”

You begin sliding down his body and he pushes on your shoulders, forcing you to your knees between his spread thighs. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, gaping pupils outlined by a thin ring of blue.

Holding his gaze, you lean forward with your pretty little tongue hanging out and begin licking along the straining bulge, tracing it slowly, the denim rough against your sensitive muscle. You relent though, lapping at his clothed cock in slow, long strokes, and his jeans are just thin enough for you to feel him pulse in response.

A giggle bubbles up past your lips, muffled by the denim, already beginning to feel heady as you pull simple reactions from him. Your mouth forms a cute little ‘o’ and you suck on him the best you can through his jeans, drooling all over his lap and soaking through the material.

The hand in your hair tightens into a fist, yanking hard and pulling your mouth away. “Stop fucking teasing,” he warns, a hint of something ominous in his voice.

You obey, because you always obey, tiny fingers working to quickly unbuckle his belt, pop the button, yank down the zipper. He aids you, lifting his hips and allowing you to tug his jeans down his thighs enough for his cock to spring out.

His own hand wraps around the shaft, you pausing mid-action as you reach for it.

“Open,” he demands, your dutiful lips parting immediately, letting him push his cock into the warm, wet cavern.

He sets a brutal, punishing pace from the start, refusing to give you a single moment to adjust. His other hand fists in your hair, forcing you to stay still as he rams his cock down your throat.

Reflexive tears burn your eyes, blurring your vision. You blink quickly to clear them, desperate to watch him, to catalogue all of his micro-expressions and the sound of his voice as he grunts out your name, to burn it into your mind, etch it into your very soul.

Touya’s head falls back against the couch, Adams apple bobbling with his rough whimpers, long neck and sharp collarbone on full display. If your mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, you’d love to lick up his smooth skin, to trace the dips of his collarbone with your tongue and sign your name in brilliant splotches of blue and purple.

You’re gagging around his cock now, starting to feel lightheaded and struggling to inhale enough oxygen. The ache in your jaw is beginning to spread, but you ignore it, stretching your mouth open wider, to take more, to be good for him, to make him proud. It’s worth it for the hoarse, throaty moans you’re pulling from him, to hear your name shuddered out, followed by a breathy, “Fuck,”

He forces hot cum down your throat a moment later, and you choke on it, sputtering around his cock, throat spasming as it tries to force the foreign object out. He won’t let it, though. He holds your head in place, nose pressed against his pubic bone, and you can do nothing but take it, like a good little girl, like he tells you to.

But it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it, to hear his broken whines like that, to have him look down at you and pull your hair and tell you you’re good, so good for him.

And you’re sobbing by the end of it, gasping for air the moment he lets go of you, wheezing violently as your head collapses against his thigh.

“Did I—” you cough, voice raspy from having your throat fucked raw, “—Did I make it up to you, niichan?” you gaze up at him, eyelashes spiky with residual water. You’re the perfect picture of obedience, strands of hair stuck to your face where your salty tears have dried and swollen lips gleaming with saliva as you watch him with glittering eyes, waiting desperately for his praise.

He looks down at you, eyes devious and diabolical, chest heaving a little. “Of course you did,” he tells you, corners of his lips tugging up into a sharp smirk as you melt into him. “You always do, don’t you?”

#todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya #dabi x reader #dabi smut #touya x reader #dabi may be a scumbag but he loves his momma #tomura baby i’m so sorry #promise u don’t horrify me at all oof #pls come horrify me more #christ if dabi isn’t touya we’re all gonna look like goddamn fools #a buncha clowns #anyway this is my first time posting something like this #n i haven’t written smut in an extremely long time #so pls be nice #actually u should always be nice #so pls be extra nice #no one beta’d this so there’s a good chance i’ll come back to it n revise it or whatever idk i’m just sick of looking at it rn #the ‘he talks too much’ is inspired by ch 271 w hawks where he’s all ‘he’ll keep talking’#dabi shut the fuck up challenge #prone to monologuing this boy is #also sorry abt the crazy sentences with a thousand commas #apparently now i’m oscar wilde w these run on sentences #idk i still kinda like em tho #i like oscar #tw pseudo-incest #tw noncon #tw dubcon #tw emotional manipulation #tw somnophilia #tw drugs

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YOU MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!

SYNOPSIS: niko as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: niko ikki aka my boyfriend hello

WARNINGS: swearing, pretend all the boys go to the same school and they're all friends for plot, normalize not writing serious boys as someone that practically hates their s/o and never opens up to them god bless, also no such thing as ooc since we dunno shit ab him so everything i say is law. SUPER LONG LOL, it's like 2k+ words 😭

A/N: i love my boyfriend and i'm v happy about all the attention he's getting (even if he will prob will b subbed out 👎) this was fun to write bc i think he would b very soft as bf and also i hate the notion that stoic and serious = boring and detached in a relationship. also first post w the new user yayyyy rip yoichisagis an end of an era for realsies.

FOR: fox anon my beloved this one is for u😩

it takes a while for you two to get together, just because niko wants to think things through and be sure he’s making the right decision, as well as him being naturally apprehensive about this whole dating thing.

when you do eventually start going out, keep in mind you're probably his first real anything, so-

niko needs to take it slow for the first month or so because he needs time to adjust and get used to being in a relationship.

when he gets comfortable around you, niko starts to talk a lot more.

niko starts to talk about his interests more-soccer, stem stuff (idc i'll die by my hc that he's a stem boy), etc. and niko's really happy that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say :)

and as your relationship progresses, niko becomes more inclined to share his inner thoughts.

“this song is so bad, i hate it and how it's everywhere,” like, babe that sucks, but what do you want me to do, take it off the radio myself? 😭

you find out that niko’s kind of a hater LOL, but it’s okay, because it means he can be himself around you <3 and the mini debates you have with each other are fun.

he’s someone you can take shopping with you if you need a solid second opinion.

“ikki, is this cute?” you niko as you adjust the shirt you tried on in the fitting room mirror.

“no.” he’s so straight up LOL. “the blue one from earlier was better.”

“this one?”

“yeah, that one. you look really pretty in it.”

ngl though, niko’s not much of a mall person. he'd just follow you around like a little puppy LOL, but he doesn't mind too much because it's for you.

communication is important to niko!!!!! he wants someone that he can have real conversation about the things that matter to him, so he rly makes an effort to have that kind of connection with you.

niko's naturally funny but he isn't aware that he is lol.

but when he does try, i feel like his humor comes in the form of sarcasm and dry wit. likes poking fun at you here and there with a lighthearted jab.

"you're so weird, y/n," is the most common one.

niko’s naturally closed off emotionally (male aquarius 😒) but i, personally, think he’d really try and push himself to be more open with you, especially if you expressed for him to do so </3

he'd be really appreciative of someone patient and understanding of the fact that he doesn't open up easily, though.

but eventually, you become the person closest to him- niko confides in you a lot, which he’s grateful for because he usually holds everything in.

not one for pda or other lovey-dovey things in public, other than the occasional holding of hands but behind closed doors, niko’s so soft around you, it’s like he’s a completely different person.

also, i feel like niko’s real handsy with you, i get the vibe he’s super touch starved 😭

although it does take him a while to get used to physical affection, once he has, niko cannot get enough. he’s always touching you when he has no real reason to.

(and because you're his first relationship, i feel like it’s just natural that niko’s going to be kind of clingy towards you.)

“you okay, ikki?” you ask as niko suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mhm,” he mumbles. “just wanna be close to you.”

niko likes when you sit on his lap when he’s on his computer. you can have your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting in the crook of his neck, or you could just be on your phone or whatever, it doesn’t matter, niko just likes you near him.

you guys don’t really talk to each other when you do this, aside from niko occasionally checking up on you and asking if you need anything from him.

but other than that, you guys just enjoy each other's touch in silence. it’s one of his favorite things to do with you.

however, if you start kissing him in the middle of whatever he’s doing and keep it up for long enough, niko will drop everything to make out with you right then and there (also one of his favorite things to do with you).

speaking of kissing- you kiss niko first.

niko would try to plan your guys first kiss out because he wants everything to be perfect.

but, he ends up taking forever to execute it because he keeps overthinking and you can only wait so long before kissing him, so you take matters into your own hands.

his kisses are sloppy and juvenile at the beginning, but he’s smart and learns quickly what you do and don’t like.

likes being kissed on his jaw and forehead the most :')

if the team ever happens to see niko kissing you, they're gonna be so annoying 😭

"yooo niko's making big moves ‼️" "my son's growing up on me!😩" "good job *pats on the back*" and niko is red all over as he drags you away from them, muttering about how childish and annoying they are 😭.

but, they're all very supportive of you guys, even if they're embarrassing as hell 🙄.

they even give niko relationship advice- which luckily, he doesn’t follow (most of the time), because, let’s be honest, if you're getting unsolicited dating tips from a bunch of teenage boys, it’s probably bad 😭.

you’re the only person niko shows his forehead to. just know that having the opportunity to see it means that niko trusts you more than anyone else :’)

repay his trust by kissing his forehead lovingly and showering him with compliments whenever you can !!!!!!!!!!

“y/n, why’re you so embarrassing,” niko says under his breath, blushing as you hold his face and litter soft kisses on his forehead, rambling about how cute he is.

always looks for you in the bleachers when he has a game and you’re always the first person he talks to after.

and the fact that you make an effort to come as often as you can means sooo much to him. definitely considers you to be his biggest fan.

real classy with nicknames- uses “my love/love,” and “darling,” the most.

his favorite petname from you is "pretty boy." gives him butterflies each time he hears it.

the first time you call him that, he's confused, but after you explain that being called pretty is basically the highest compliment a boy can receive, he gets all soft on you.

only uses instagram to like and comment on your pictures and that's it 😭.

comments stuff like “you're so pretty” and "beautiful," without any emojis because niko refuses to use them LOL.

remembers the compliments you give him! they help with his self esteem and i feel like he values your opinion a lot.

so, tell him all about how cute and smart and talented and hot and funny he is and how much you love him and he'll replay it in his head 24/7.

i think he prefers to be the big spoon, unless he's sad- then he really wants you to hold him.

niko gives me homebody vibes, so expect relaxed dates, but still nice, yk?

what i mean is niko's not gonna take you out to get gas station food and call it a day 😭 he's classier than that and he always puts in effort towards dates.

he always plans them ahead of time and takes into consideration what he thinks you'd enjoy. and he insists on paying 🤗.

but, niko always does something special for days like your birthday or an anniversary, like go somewhere fancy if you wanted to or buy a nice gift you've been eyeing for a while.

helps you with your schoolwork, 100%. most of the time niko tutors you because he wants you to actually learn the material, but if you're feeling lazy and just wanna get it over with, niko will just give you the answers.

this is a big deal because i love him and all but, niko gives me the vibe he's super stingy with his work 😭.

"this is the last time i'm going to just give you the answers, y/n." niko sighs out. "you have to start doing your homework by yourself."

niko's said that dozen of times but he's still giving you the answers free of charge. can you guys say #whipped 🤣?

LOL speaking of school, if you ever text him during class, i highly doubt that niko would entertain you 😭😭 (it's out of love, though)

y/n 💗: hiii baby imy 🥰

pretty boy: do your work, y/n.

y/n 💗: ALL I DID WAS SAY HI

pretty boy: pay attention.

y/n 💗: fine ur so lame 👎

pretty boy: whatever you say. i miss you too, by the way.

he likes to moves your hair out your face because he wants to see your pretty face better.

which is why you have to do the same with him 🥰!!!!!! makes him blush like crazy.

gets soooo soft when you post him or even take pictures of you and him together :') just the thought of you wanting to show him off makes him soooo happy.

he won't entertain you if you make a tiktok, though LOL. he's very stubborn in his belief that it's stupid.

just stands in the background with his arms crossed if you try to make him do a dance or something 😭 (he does think you look cute, though).

niko has such nice eyelashes but i doubt he's aware of it 'cause he's, y'know, a boy 🙄.

"my eyelashes are ... cute?" he questions. niko wasn't even aware that such a trivial thing like his eyelashes could be considered cute.

"yes, oh my god," you gush. "they're so long and nice, i wish mine were like that," you groan, examining yours through the camera of your phone.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says, a blush staining his cheeks. "your eyelashes are nicer," he mumbles as he kisses your forehead.

he's one of those people that prefers to be alone, but you're the exception. you know?

niko likes to keep to himself most of the time, but that whole thing doesn't apply to you, because he'd choose to be with you over being alone anytime :')

#THIS WAS SO LONG CHRKST #ilysmni i love you so much niko ikki #not a dating hc but i really thinkche has the kind of headphones that tsukki has 💀💀💀#niko ikki #niko ikki x reader #niko x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagine #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #niko ikki headcanons #niko ikki imagine #ikki niko #ikki niko x reader #bllk imagines

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sweet-xoxo-thatcares · 3 years

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Pan? Polysexual sounds better now

Back to guys, gay girls, nonbinaries, pan, bi, gender-fluid, and queer people.

I might have to take a recap on matches who are trans for right now,

I still have a lot to learn about what my true identity is for right now.

Because I really can't stick to just one label...

Aye, that's just me. And dating apps are starting to feel like a job, there's too many people matching with me and trying to remember names is getting a lot to handle when you're on 3 different apps and about 20 conversations going at the same time. And still 99 people waiting on you to swipe right on them, on each one. And plus I'm not as picky about looks as I was before, so I'm mostly reading just bios, analyzing photos to see what could be their interests in, and making sure I'm not being too passive on red flags when people talk to you.

I will admit, I still swipe right on them if they're trans and I'm attracted to them. I just know me, I'd rather date someone who was fully transitioned or somebody who is still on the nonbinary, before part. Only because I know me.

I had to watch someone I had already grown into getting to know and getting attached to, and then when I finally got comfortable with them for over a yr, they changed that drastically during those 3months we were separate and I had no idea about it.....I'm not sure if I could watch it happen before my eyes. Cause then I would have to miss the way they were before, because of my attraction to their naturally mixed feminine/masculine looking features and actions. So, ideally I wouldn't have changed anything about them.

I don't wanna grow attached to a voice or a face or a body that will no longer be there tomorrow. I know that person before is still in there, but it's different when you're romantically attracted to them, been intimate with them vs when you're just a friend. My experience shocked and scared my paranoia and fear of change. I remember crying when my dad started growing white and grey hairs in his beard. Cause I never want my dad to change, cause I've grown up with him being this strong man that always was there for me, held me, made me feel safe, calmed me down when I had my moments, and tucked me in when I wanted to feel comfortable. He showed me that he always loved me, always cared about me, and that he was never gonna leave me. As if he's never gonna die during my time on this earth. Seeing his greyishly, white hairs, I thought death and that my daddy will soon no longer be the fun, happy, strong dad that I've always been with as his princess. And that's kind of what vibe this particular person was to me, even though they weren't as smart, strong, or always there for me....cause most of the time my nights alone cause they couldn't or didn't know I needed them to be there fo r me like that to feel loved or just to feel wanted. Cause I couldn't speak up.

But now, that they has turned into a he. I feel like its brutally denying me to chance to not only say goodbye to them as they, but I would have to get reacquainted to HE, with a totally different name, maybe different personality, maybe different sexuality, and I won't know if I like the new evolved version of this person. The fear of the unknown is high for me. Especially when there's a 40% rate of fems that decided to change their sexual orientation after taking testosterone. I 'm possessive about my partners and I would hate to know that after seeing this person physically change and go through so much emotional/mental changes that one day they decide "Hey, I think I like men now, I wanna give this a shot. Could we make this work?"

I would tell Him, to go right ahead and go on a date with that coworker or guy on Tinder/Grinder. But I'm not gonna be here when you come home. Because to me that's some bullshit. And I've known this person well enough to know, that they don't mind using other people to meet their sexual needs that I can't possibly give them due to my actual gender and my body as such. I wouldn't want to share my partner, nor watch them get fucked by another man...because I'm not a man, im a woman...theres a huuuuuugggeeee difference.

And if it ever came to that point 3 yrs later and He became someone I didn't know anymore, because of the hormones changing how they feel as a man, dysphoria gone....I get it, you've hated yourself for years and now you're happy in the dream body you always asked for. But, I would be scared to lose you, to whoever else you decide to open up to in your selections. Cause you're that type to leave to please you and not make it work. I don't want somebody who changes their mind all the time about who they wanna be, who else do they wanna smash, and who else they can flirt with. That's cheater mentality.

And I'm sorry trans community that I'm basing my recent experience with someone as the example for the rest of you. Because I know there are some ftm's who've already changed and stayed with their partners. I just don't know if I could trust this process, knowing the effects, the research on whether or not they become completely detached to women or become bisexual... I can't.

And I'm thankful for the ftm's that have been posting youtube videos and tiktoks for viewers like me who are curious about the possible cons, and physical or emotional changes they've overcome. I was shocked the first time I ever watched a bandaged ftm, who finally unrevealed their scars from top surgery. I've always been preparing myself for this. Because I knew one day, that this cute, fluffy, soft skinned, white latino looking, but really just mixed mocha, nonbinary person was gonna be...changed over a year or so. I thought I could prepare for it, so that when it does happen it doesn't hurt as much to watch to them in pain if the bleeding from the scars are irritating them or if one day they're super cranky and obnoxious for what seems to be no reason. Or if one day they end up feeling they dont need anybody like Zanthos, with the 4 avenger rings lol.

But I'm too damn fucking sensitive. I was born this way. I've always prepared myself with the worst and the best information, that way when it does happen, the tidal wave of emotions from the reaction, doesn't end up torching my soul or blowing me out the water. Cause I am gay. I adore women, men, and when I met this person I loved them as an in-betweener as nonbinary. They are so brutally harsh, twisted, manipulative, jealous, and possesive. But I've always liked that they had these emotions inside of them that they hold back because they don't wanna seem so soft, always hiding this feminine quality about them because ideally, they're pretty looking, gorgeous eyes that can turn black cold like obsidian, and those fucking cheeks and cat nose. I've only seen the slight hips, but I didn't mind it. And they've always hid their body away even when we would try to have sex. I knew the dysphoria was there, cause again I prepared myself to be patient and kind.

So, I'm glad they're turning a new leaf to make themselves feel more confident about being recognized in society as a full, grown ass man. I'm pretty sure HE, is gonna get cocky af, cause that's just the way he was when they were they.

I know it's selfish of me to say, but I'm afraid of what will happen down the line years later. But that's just me being afraid. If He ends up not liking me anymore, I know it won't be the end of the world and I walked away at the right time when I did. Because this person is currently separated from me, and I'm still insecure about that part too. Not knowing how they are during this transition for what may become years or not...I hope HE is doing okay and not piercing everyone with their new, world domination, ego.

I just don't wanna imagine them get fucked by a guy....sorry that's just me. And will their buttery ass kisses, still be as sweet anymore?

Will I be ok with HE having chest hair?

Will I love the sound of their new voice or will I just hate it, while still missing the old, brodie, sexy, slightly feminine voice?

Especially when they used to go all soft and cuddly on me over the phone, it was soooo cuteeee. I miss our phone and text conversations.

Will they grow into another relationship with somebody else because they started to become unattached and unattracted to my body, my tits, my hips, my vagina even....just because they completely changed their identity?

And I still a woman? I've only thought about wearing a binder a couple of times, and yes, I do watch ftm and trans porn because I did like the fantasy of being intimate with someone who had a bigger clit size or just having a big clit of my own that felt like a dick.

I'm willing to admit that. Because let's be honest, boys get away with so much more shit as a male, compared to us females.

I wish I could grow a dick overnight and nobody not know I'm still a chick! Lol, but I still don't like the all over hair body growth and I still want my vagina back. Like a rental suit with an actual dick and no tits. Those are the onllyyyyyyyyy things I've thought about, but would never admit out loud. Only because I still like my body and my gender identity as is. I feel like the blue girl from X-Men could get away with it, cause she can be anybody she wants to and go back to being herself at the end of the day. And still camouflage behind walls. Lucky chick. Especially if she could teleport, oh he'll yeah.

It's gonna take me awhile to get over this, so please be patient with me. As I'm trying not to cry as I watch my ftm porn get fucked by a guy. Cause I used to be heavy into it, now I feel wrong for watching it and then I'm reminded "40% chance, you're watching it" 😞🤮😫

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caroline18mars · 4 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 74

“You have got to be kidding me” Steph growled and turned to face her enemy “you know you deserve everything that is happening to you right now” she wagged her finger in front of Harper's face with a vicious grin “and don't worry, he'll cheat on you again and again and again, just like he's done in the past”. Jared blew up at her “are you deaf? I told you to get the fuck out of my house” making her grab her bag and with a sniggering smile of contempt she click-clacked out of the room , swaying her hips extra obvious as if to tell him what exactly it was that was walking out of his life. The door slammed, sending a shiver down her spine, Jared came walking up to her with a gleam in his eyes that had been missing for far too long “you love me? Still? You actually love me?” he licked his lips. Harper batted her eyelashes, he loved how she stood there blushing like a schoolgirl, nothing was fake with this woman, she could try all she liked but in the end she could never hide the truth from him. His hands slowly landed on her hips when he closed the distance and they were toe to toe “I can say the same about you..” she nervously put her hands on his upper arms, “I've always loved you, Harper, then, now, always..I can run to the edge of the world and still there's only one name pounding in my head and that's you, Coco..you're tattooed on my brain, my heart, under my skin”. Coco felt his words tug at her heartstrings, every inch of her skin felt like it was covered in hot lava, and then he lowered his head and closed the last distance between them, his lips covering hers in an electrifying, deep kiss. Time was no longer of the essence, nothing was, the emotion completely overpowered her as her tears started to run down her cheeks, it made him break the kiss “hey..don't cry..” his calloused thumbs wiped the tears from under her eyes. Her watery eyes locked with his compassionate blues “I love you” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to reconnect again with his hungry mouth, “I love you too..” he breathed, his hands wandering over her body wanting to lift her so he could carry her to his room. “No..not yet” reluctantly she broke the kiss and locked her hand around his wrist to stop him, “ok..” his hand stilled and he refused to break eyecontact with her “you're right, I'm sorry, I got caught up in the heat of the moment”. The ringing of his phone startled them both, looking at the screen Jared raised his eyebrows and handed the phone over to her immediately.

Jared heard her enter the kitchen behind him and instantly stopped with what he was doing, it had been a long call, “what did he say?” he swallowed hard trying to figure out the look on her face, god, don't let it be 'that' call. She didn't say anything, she just sat down and buried her face in her hands with a deep sigh, “Coco?” he walked up to her and caressed her hair, making her lean into his touch “he wants me to come back to NY, he said it's probably my last chance if I ever want to see my father again..”. Jared kissed the top of her head “I see..” and enveloped her in a hug from behind, “I..just..it's just so..why does he keep calling me? I haven't heard from Arno in years and now..” she muttered, her mouth couldn't keep up with the gestures her hands were making in true Italian style. He let go of her and sat down next to her, grabbing her hands as he looked her in the eye “Coco, look at me” she was still too jittery and locked inside her internal struggle to look at him “ will you just look..at..me..” he slowly repeated while squeezing her hands to get her attention. Finally her head lifted and he had what he wanted “what do you want to do? Forget about your brother or your family, alright? What does Harper Coco want?” he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, “I don't know..part of me wants to jump on the first plane over there, but another part just doesn't want anything to do with them anymore..they fucked up my life so much..my father, he's..all that abuse..it's just”. Abuse..the word was out, it was unthinkable that anyone would ever want to raise his hand to her, “every time I let the film of my youth inside my head roll and I feel his hand hit me, my stomach turns and I think: 'you don't deserve my tears or attention, you only deserve to fuckin' rot in hell” she growled, clearly overpowered by the memories. “I understand..take your time, but whatever the decision, I'm behind you all the way” he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it, “thank you” she whispered as she pulled her hand free and snuggled up close to him, she needed to be as close to him as she possibly could right now.

”How is she?” Charles seemed genuinely concerned, “upset as hell, struggling with what her Daddy dearest has put her through all of her life, but apart from that she's ok, I guess” Jared plopped down on his bed, why did he keep calling him? Couldn't he just leave things be?. “I'm glad..” Charles sighed relieved “I know this is probably not the right timing..but I've got to tell you..every single one of her works is gone, completely sold out..I had to put people on a waiting list”. Where was he? She had gotten a bit lost upstairs and she didn't want to open every closed door, this was not her home and respecting someone's privacy was always top of her list, “wait..what?” she heard Jared's melodic voice drift out of a room somewhere a little further down the corridor. That beautiful head of hers popped up in the doorway and his heart instantly started thumping in his chest, how beautiful was she? He so didn't deserve her, “I've gotta go, talk to you later” he didn't wait for Charles response to disconnect the call. “I didn't mean to interrupt your call” she hesitated to walk in but she couldn't keep her eyes off the breathtaking décor inside, so this was his bedroom? It was practically the size of her loft, “you..” he got up off the bed and walked up to her “never interrupt, you're my priority” seizing her lips in a fierce kiss. “Is this your bedroom” she licked her lips savouring the kiss when they came up for air, Jared grinned as he followed her stare “yes it is, I won't give you the grand tour but I can definitely show you how soft the mattress is?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggesting some much needed bodily action.

“I don't know what to do..” she let her indexfinger trail down from his chin to his chest, “one part of me wants to go to New York and the other part wants to curl up into a little ball and hide away, what am I to do?”. Softly she laid her head against his chest, needing to be held, needing guidance, “hiding away is not an option, that's not gonna help you or this whole situation” he slowly caressed her back and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her warm breath flowing over his chest. “So you think I should go back to New York, is that what you're saying? Are you trying to get rid of me already?” she sulked, “whoa, hold on a second, can we rewind just a little?!” he grinned and took a step back so he had her full attention. “I'm not doing anything, you're asking me for help, and that's exactly what I'm offering, so why don't I help you make a list of all the pro's and the con's?” he sat her down on the bed and took a deep breath, “nah..I think I already know what I need to do, but that don't mean I have to like it..or even want to do it” she shrugged and bit her lip. “So, you're thinking of..” he needed to hear her say it for some reason, “going back to New York, yeah, even though I already know now that I'll be regretting it for the rest of my life..but then again, I also know that I'll never forgive myself if I stay here and he dies..” she finished his sentence. Take me with you, please, don't leave LA without me, I've only just got you back, I don't want to lose you again “makes sense” was all he could say right now, “oh Jay, I've only just got here and we had so little time together..even thinking of flying back already, makes me want to throw up, I can't do this alone..I know it's a lot to ask and I'll completely understand if you won't or can't but will you..”, he was the one to finish her sentence now “of course I'll come to New York with you, I won't let you do this alone”.

A suitcase, a private plane, take off and airborne, all in just a couple of hours, underneath them America whizzed by at 500 miles an hour, closer to home again, but the furthest removed from what should have always been her real home, physically she was getting closer to her father or family but mentally she was still so terribly detached and that wasn't about to change anytime soon. “I forgot to tell you something..” Jared pulled her out of her daydream, “oh..?” she shuffled in her seat, “Charles..called me right before we left, the exhibition is completely sold out, he even had to put people on a waiting list..seems like you finally had your break” he grabbed her hand and kissed it. “No..what? Really? Oh my..” her big brown eyes drilled into his, her free hand clasped over her mouth “but..how?..ever since..what happened, I didn't even think about my work anymore, because Daddy dearest just had to spoil things” the venom in her voice touched him. “How? That's simple, you're the one who made all that beauty..I was smart enough to buy a few too, thank god” he grinned against her lips, “You? But you didn't have to buy anything, I would have given them to you..which one?”. Her work was all sold out, really? She still couldn't get her head around it, “you mean which ones?” he wiggled his eyebrows “seriously, I bought two..my mother really wanted the one where I look like the new Messiah, so I bought that for her and for myself I bought the other real disturbing one where I seem to be screaming, that one is soooo good”. So she actually meant something to him, just thinking that they weren't even together at the time, and yet he had shown up and had even bought two paintings without her knowing, god she loved him so much, was this the one? Yes Harper, trust yourself for once, he definitely is the ONE!. “Your mother? She wasn't there..oh..right” her penny dropped “digital times..right, I get it”. He saw the flight attendant move towards them to inform them of the imminent descent so he quickly stole a kiss from her lips “you've finally had your break, kiddo, and you deserve every single minute of it, so how does it feel to be rich?”.

Everything was taken care of as soon as they landed in New York, there was a car waiting for them, she didn't have to lift a single finger, all she had to do was crawl into his arms in the backseat of the car when she got a bit panicky realizing she was on her way to her biggest nemesis and the dire straits he and the rest of her family were in. “Tell me it's gonna be alright?” she whispered, he could actually feel her heart beat through his shirt, “If I knew it was, I would tell you straight away, trust me..but I can't, all I know is that I'm gonna be with you every step of the way”. Harper moaned a little as she sat up “That's a comfort and I'm ever so grateful”, seeing that they had arrived at the hospital, had her heart thumping in her throat all of a sudden. The car pulled to the curb “we're here..you ready?” Jared gave her hand a squeeze but when he wanted to open the door, she stopped him “Wait!” and her voice trembled. “What is it?” he breathed, scared she had changed her mind, “I just..” she took another deep breath “I'm just scared that all this..is gonna have its' effect on our relationship, we've only just got back together and..” she rattled herself in a panic attack. “Harper, babe..” he cupped her face so he could look her in the eye by the dim light inside the car “listen to me, no matter what happens, it's not gonna break us up, I promise..they don't have that kind of power over you and neither should you let them” he whispered. “You're the strongest person I know, so you can do this and I just want you to know that I'm with you every step of the way, ok?” he saw her confidence grow with every heartfelt word and finally she fiercely nodded. “Come on, we should go inside, and remember, it's you and me, alright?”.

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corruptedcaps · 5 years

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Suits you

Lindsey and her best friend Chloe had been been doing a little ‘urban exploring’ in an old run down old medical factory at the edge of town. They were photography majors and always found such interesting architecture and compositions in the ruins of once prosperous businesses. That was how they stumbled across the suit.

Chloe spotted something shiny and reflective catch her eye in the rubble of one of the rooms. It looked like a person for a second so instantly she rushed over to help them but as she got closer she realized it was some sort of shimmering body suit. Lights danced on its surfaces giving the impression of flourescent veins. She called out to Lindsey who came to see.

Lindsey being the more brash and confident one reached out her hand to touch it. Her fingers felt the smooth almost slick surface and a shiver ran through her body. The same could be said for the suit which seemed to react to her touch by pulsing. Lindsey felt suddenly uneasy about the suit and retracted her hand but the suit didn’t want that.

The suit’s hand reaches out and latched itself onto Lindsey’s wrist grabbing her tight. Lindsey suddenly felt a great pleasure rippling through her body, it took all her strength to attempt to grab the suit with her other hand to detach herself but the suit reached out with the other hand grabbed her free wrist.

The pleasure intensified making her eyes roll into the back of her head and a delirious smile crossed her face.

“Mmmmm yessss I accept, don’t stop.” Lindsey moaned answering a question Chloe couldn’t hear. Chloe watched in horror as the suit seemed to lay on Lindsey and appeared to almost consume her into itself. After a moment the suit started to transform it’s shimmering texture into perfectly tanned skin.

The undefined legs and arms suddenly toned and giant mounds of flesh popped from the chest creating two large and flawless tits. A tight and hairless vagina was next to arrive followed by the facial features of pouty lips, smooth cheeks and crystal blues eyes. Blonde hair streamed down from the top of the head and by the end it looked nothing like Lindsey but more like that of a porn star.

A tight black top wrapped around her body while showing off each of her newly transformed tits perfectly. Tight figure hugging jeans grew up from her feet and she stretched out her arms as if waking from a long nap.

“Lindsey? Is that you?” Chloe asked truly not knowing if the being before her was her best friend anymore. Lindsey looked at Chloe as if noticing her in the room for the first time.

“Oh I’m Lindsey alright but also soooo much more. That marvellous suit has transformed me into what I always wished I looked like. It feels soooo good babe, like I’m a new woman cause I guess I am.” She said with a giggle. Chloe couldn’t believe what had just transpired. Her best friend had become a living goddess. She was in awe and also a little jealous.

“I don’t understand how is this possible?” Chloe asked to Lindsey who was checking herself out in every available reflective surface.

“The suit feeds on emotions, any emotion. It knew that if my secret desire to be beautiful and sexy was fulfilled I would be overcome with happiness. It likes happiness the most and I love being hot so it’s win win.” Lindsey said stretching in her new form. Chloe still couldn’t believe what was happening but also couldn’t deny how much of a knock out her friend was now.

Over the next few weeks Lindsey, or Gabi as she now went by, was the talk of campus. She was invited to virtually every party and showed up to each with a new man on her arm. The suit had moved on from happiness and found much more pleasure in orgasms that the men fulfilled perfectly. Gabi was only to happy to oblige.

Chloe was starting to feel like the suit was having a bad influence on her friend. She hadn’t shown up to class anymore and was partying like it was going out of style. On top of that she had become obsessed with status and becoming the most popular girl around. She feared the suit was going to burn her out so visited her in her apartment to confront her with her feelings.

As she got to the apartment she saw Gabi kissing another random hot guy goodbye at the door. He looked exhausted while Gabi looked refreshed more than ever. The guy left and Gabi spotted Chloe.

“Chloe you slut get in here, haven’t seen you in like forever.” Gabi said gesturing her in. Chloe was horrified when she walked in to find the apartment had been turned into some sort of makeshift studio with a camera, back drop and lights all set up in front of a bed.

“Eh Linds, er I mean Gabi, what is all this, and you’ve taken up smoking too?” Chloe asked pointing to a pack of cigarettes on the side table.

“Those? No that’s probably the boy toy you saw scamper out of here. As for all this? Well I figured if I was going to have all this sex to feed the suit I might as monetize it a little so I’m making porn. ‘Gift of the Gabi’ already has half a million subs and climbing. It pays to be hot and once I get rich I’ll have everything.” Gabi said smiling toherself as she touched up her makeup. Chloe was horrified to see such a change in her best friend.

“Gabi this isn’t right, this isn’t you! The suit has corrupted you and I think you should take it off.” Chloe said pleadingly. Gabi’s demeanour quickly changed as she rose from the makeup chair and walked over to Chloe.

“Is that what you think? You know what I think Chloe? I think you’re jealous. You’re jealous you didn’t have the guts to touch the suit first and get this beautiful body like me. You’re jealous of all the hot guys I get to fuck and all the money I’ll soon have. You’ve always been a pathetic hanger on Chloe. I’ve dragged you along all this time and this is the thanks I get? You just want me to take this off so you can have it. God what a loser. You are worthless.” Gabi said with a twisted smirk as she stood bearing over Chloe.

Chloe felt a great anger welling up inside her. The venom that was just spit at her cut her deep to her core and she no longer felt any love for her friend. In a fit of rage Chloe swung her hand and slapped her former friend across the face while having tears swelling up in her eyes.

“I hate what you’ve become.” Chloe said in between sobs. Chloe instantly feared repercussions but found that Lindsey seemed preoccupied with something happening inside her.

“No no no noooo you can’t do this, we belong together! I gave you what you wanted!” Lindsey said doubling over in pain and falling to the floor. Chloe rushed to her to try and help with whatever was happening but when she put her hands on her that’s when the suit choose to strike.

Lindsey’s hands suddenly grabbed Chloe’s wrists involuntarily and Chloe felt the same intense pleasure pulse through her body that Lindsey had felt back at the factory. That’s when Chloe heard the melodic voice echo inside her head.

“Ahhhhh yesssss you have much more interesting emotions for me to taste. Mmmmm anger, hate, envy and a deeply repressed feeling to dominate. You and I will do wonderful things together.” The suit said dripping with excitement.

“No I don’t want this! You made my best friend into some sort of mega bitch! I won’t do that to her!” Chloe said fighting back but the suit could feel her breaking. It had already left half of Lindsey’s body and was starting to consume Chloe.

“Yesss more anger I love it, it’s much more delicious than happiness. She may of became a bitch in your eyes but with my help you’ll become an alpha bitch in everyone’s eyes. Fear is much better than love. Doesn’t that sound gooooood?” The suit hissed and Chloe couldn’t help but feel tempted. The suit had left Lindsey completely now but had not fully consumed Chloe yet.

“Mmmmm yesss I could be a bitch to fear and with the power of the suit I could easily dominate minds. My tits will bring everyone grovelling to my feet. No no what am I saying! This is madness!” Chloe said fighting back but the suit knew exactly what to do to tip her over the edge as it fully wrapped around Chloe and began to morph into Gabi again.

“Look at how gorgeous you can be. No one will be able to resist you. Not even that stupid bitch Lindsey.” The suit whispered as Chloe took in the transformed form. She was wrapped in a red shirted top that had her now two large tits exploding out of them. Her legs had a short tight black latex skirt clinging to them and her height was extended by six inch pumps that felt made for her, because they were.

She should of fought it, the feeling of superiority rushing to her head, the feeling of power at her now manicured finger tips and the feeling of hate fueling her transformation but as she gazed upon her stolen beauty she couldn’t deny herself any longer. The immense pleasure it felt to have taken what she had secretly coveted for weeks made her feel evil and she loved it.

“Fuck yessss! Why would I ever deny myself this power. I feel and look so amazing. I feel so mean and bitchy I love it. I am going to make this world tremble at my presence! This is what the suit truly craves and I’m going to give it soooo much of what it wants.” Chloe said with an evil smile while taking out a cigarette from the forgotten pack and lighting it up.

Meanwhile Lindsey was trying to sneak out of the room unseen knowing exactly what the suit was capable of doing.

“Where do you think you’re going slave?”

She stalked over to her, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her onto the bed with ease. The suit had enhanced her strength knowing it would allow her to instil fear even more.

“Please Chloe I-” Lindsey started but quickly felt a slap across the face.

“You will address me as Mistress Gabriella from now on understood?” The transformed bitch said peering down at the helpless Lindsey who could only manage a nod. This gave Gabriella great pleasure and the suit sent her signals of vast approval.

“Now worm you and I will be putting on a little show for my followers and you will do everything I say understand?” Gabriella said while switching on the camera and morphing her clothes into something a little badder. Lindsey once again just nodded.

The next few hours were a hedonistic blur for Gabriella but something seared into Lindsey’s memory forever. Lindsey became Gabriella’s plaything and there was now hours of footage to prove it. By the end of their fuckathon Lindsey was thrown out and forced to go stay at Chloe’s old apartment and was happy to of escaped her old friend.

This didn’t last as Gabriella soon released the footage to her now one million subs and Chloe became the point of ridicule across campus. She had been degraded and embarrassed on camera and now the world could see it at the push of a button. Soon after she was kicked out of school at the behest of Gabriella who had made the board of trustees submit to her domination.

Gabriella soon became like royalty around campus, or more accurately became like a dictator. She had all faculty memebers under her thumb and the student body had come to regard her as Gabrihella, which she took on board officially. Anyone that spoke out about her was soon seen the error of their ways thanks to her persuasion skills.

She gained devoted followers by the day all eager to become part of the Church of Gabrihella.

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The God Of Thunder

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader Summary: You always liked the rainy thunderous nights, that is until a fateful one. When villainous occurrences come to life, threatening you and your job, will you come to love the rain again or will the drops of water only bring more death. Warnings: Language, minor violence, mentions of death. Word Count: 2.2 k A/N: Soooo, this is my first fanfic ever!! Any constructive criticism is very welcomed. I hope you guys like it!!!!

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It’s always raining in Gotham. The rain filled the sewers, the streets, the abandoned houses. It never mattered who was safe and who wasn’t. Who died and who didn’t. Maybe the only thing that could compare to the number of deaths caused by villainous crimes were those caused by the ineffable rain and floodings of Gotham River.

You always liked it, that is the rain, not the deaths. The refreshing sense of cold droplets falling in your face, the smell of it while in the depths of the woods, the crashing sound of thunder, roaring like it was the king of the skies. But that was a different time, a safer, calmer time, in which you could run to your mothers bedroom in seek of comfort. Now you couldn’t even call her, since she died in a robbery six years prior, after deciding to move to Gotham, much to your joy and seeing that you had convinced her the city was much more fun than the country, and she could easily stay away from the bad memories of your asshole dad.

It was in nights like this that you couldn’t sleep. You always blamed yourself, but in rainy, thunderous nights, it was worse. You could hear her screams echoing in your apartment and you could swear that you saw her standing in your window, shadow produced by the ocasional strike of lightning. Ands that’s when you decided it was best for you to leave your bed and shake it off, going towards the bathroom in your studio apartment. You splashed water in your face, ignoring the tired look you kept giving yourself in the mirror, just opening the cabinet and picking the orange cup which contained the recipe for chemical happiness, popping a pill in your mouth and swallowing it dryly.

You moved back to your bed, glancing at the time in your phone, it was 4 a.m, so you deduced you had time to get ahead in the billion of files of your work. Moving to your little desk by the window, you start shuffling the papers, reading and marking them until you had the notion of what it was being said, summing up the useful business information for todays meeting. Working for Wayne Enterprises sure sound promising, but in the end it was just like any other secretary job, overflowing and underpaid. But in the end, by two hours of reading the transactions, you were done, only needing a soothing shower and a hot cup of coffee, having the sighting of the night being long forgotten.

No later than one hour and a half later you were ready. Your so called “office clothes” were tidy, your hair was fixed and neatly done the way you thought was more professional and your makeup was light, yet enhancing. Still, your eyes kept the same tired look.

When you left the comfort of your home the rain was still raging and your heels clicked quickly through the sidewalk, moving towards the subway, which at that time was surprisingly packed with desperate people, being homeless or simply in the way of their work, looking for shelter. It was in times like this that the primal fear of getting wet and cold gathered people together, never minding the difference between them, soothing the never-ending chaos of Gotham. Shuffling and excusing yourself, you arrived at your stop, climbing the stairs and running with your old umbrella until you were safely inside the modern building. Being at least 10 minutes early considering the weather condition was a huge relief.

Greeting the reception guards as you walk in, you notice the elevator doors closing as you run to try to catch it, “Hold it!” you shout, as you see the piercing blue eyes look at yours and a sadistic smile forming in the mans mouth. He didn’t hold it and you face planted the elevator doors. “Asshole,” you murmured, tidying your appearance once more and pressing the elevator button.

Once you got to the top floor you went straight to your little desk, leaving your purse and organizing the documents that were going to be needed for Mr. Wayne’s 10 o’clock meeting.

“Good Morning.” a deep voice said suddenly, catching you off guard. And yet, you answered without even flinching “Good Morning Mr. Wayne”

“I already said you can call me Bruce, you’ve been working for me for about 6 years already and I think you know me as better as my butler” he argued, moving towards his office, looking behind him only to see you’re right in his tracks. “I’m sorry sir, but that would be highly unprofessional of my part” you replied, quickly updating the times of his other duties as another newspaper wished to interview Bruce before his great charity gala.

“Suit yourself then,” he declared “And before I forget, one of my sons will be coming here to collect some files from my office while I’m in the meeting, so let him in when he comes if you may” he says as both of you come closer to the meeting room, seeing that some of the chiefs of the lower departments and Lucius Fox were already inside and waiting. You nodded and gave him the files you prepared.

The next hour was passed answering calls, figuring out time tables and organizing some peculiarities of the great Wayne Charity Gala. You’ve always dreamed about being invited to one, and sometimes catched yourself daydreaming about it too, wearing a beautiful gown and talking to important people, but that was never the case. In reality you were perpetually the one that planned and organized it, fulfilling all of your bosses weird wishes.

“I said Good Morning!” an annoyed voice spoke and you looked up, not recognizing the owner of the voice, but in an instant recognizing those eyes.

“Oh! If it isn’t one of the most rude people I have ever encountered” you snapped, standing up and noticing how the man, who towered over you, was looking with an amused grin.

“I really think Brucie wouldn’t like his P.A talking with his son like that” And that’s when it clicked, the eyes were the same. The black shiny hair was a little more messier than you expected, with a mysterious stand of white hair sticking out, but there he was, Jason Todd-Wayne, one of Bruce’s oldest. Of course now you had to apologize, not because you wanted but because you needed the damn job or you would die in the wet pavement of Gotham. But then a dry laugh came, guessing it was caused by the realization that hit your face.

“Well, I really think Brucie would’t like to know that his son crashed a party and almost burned down a building” you replied, seeing his eyes darken and his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of the water. “You see, as your father’s P.A, it’s required of me to help him keep his company reputation, and that may or may not involve his family sometimes. You should thank me for keeping all of the involved quiet.”, you smiled, triumphantly.

And that’s when you hear the noise. A first loud bang coming from one of the lower floors. You panicked looking around for answers, but all the floor was as quiet as you. Then it all flashed. The glass of one of the windows was blowed up, shards flying around while people screamed and ran to the nearest exit. You felt stuck, breathing uneasy, until you felt a hard tug, pulling you to under your desk.

“Snap out of it!” Jason said as he gripped your shoulders and shaked you lightly “We have to get you out of here”

“Me? You and your dad are the royalty of Gotham, we need to get YOU out” you said as you got a grip in the reality of what was happening. After all, the rain asked for death again, just as that night.

He shushed you before you could continued, putting his hand over your mouth and you forced your eyes shut. The laughter was the worse, a cold, shrieking voice erupted through the corridors, as you heard things being knocked out and people screaming. Jason pried over the table, just as his suspicions were confirmed. There were a total of five thugs, some of them armed, nothing too hard to handle if he had the upper hand. He felt your breathing in his hand, slowing down, and when he looked at you he saw your eyes opening, a calm look in them, so he took his hand off.

You moved ever so slightly reaching for you purse and opening, quickly grabbing the NAA Mini-Revolver you carried around and you handed it to Jason Although you knew it wasn’t the best choice of a gun it gave you a sense of security. You also picked up a letter opener that had fallen and tossed at your direction when everything went south. “Help your dad” and with that you raised yourself and ran and lunged yourself to one of the huge men, holding the sharp object and sticking it in his neck.

After that all hell broke loose, there was a lot of blood and the victim thug was screaming in pain while spinning, trying to detach your form from his back. You heard the other masked goons running, panicking and shooting at you trying to help their friend, but, luckily to you, they ended up shooting their friends leg, unbalancing the great giant, which fell into the ground, you underneath him.

“Get that bitch,” one of the goons said, with a raspy and clearly angry voice, “The boss wants only Wayne alive. He said that we can have a little fun with the others”. You heard footsteps right above you, moving the huge body away from you. There was little time to enjoy your functioning respiratory system after the weight was lifted from your chest, because right after that you were grabbed by one of the remaining four, his grip in your neck was certainly going to leave a bruise, that is, in your corpse. You don’t know what possessed you to have that momentarily amount of courage, but in a sense, you felt calm, knowing that now, if something happened, you could go and apologize to your mom.

You taught it was because of the lack of oxygen that you saw the great bat-form shadow fly through the window, but when the blood splattered on your face and the pressure on your neck stopped, you noticed it wasn’t just a hallucination.

“Red Hood!” you heard a deep growl as you fell onto your knees, coughing and inhaling quickly, noticing only now the sharp ringing on your ears. “I told you to just get her out of here, not to kill someone” the same voice said, that you clearly assumed it was the Batman.

“I was doing doing that, but he was in my way” a mechanical voice said, while coming at your direction. You felt his hands on your shoulder as he knelt close to you, “I’m going to pick you up now, is that ok?” he asked gently and you simply nodded at the shiny helmet, figuring you couldn’t use your voice since your throat was hurting.

“Can you take care of the rest?” he asked into his comms, you guessed, since Batman was long gone, and he nodded, seemingly receiving an answer. He then picked you up, turning the bright helmet eyes back to you “Hold on”, he spoke, seriously. And you did, as he ran in the direction of the busted window. You felt the gravity take you down, but soon after the feeling of falling stoped, being replaced by what you thought was the sensation of swinging in a forest, like Tarzan.

You presumed the travel was fast, since you had closed your eyes as firmly as possible since the beginning, and when you landed with a strong thud, you opened them, noticing how tightly you were holding the vigilante. Quickly you let him go, trying to stay as straight as possible in front of the built man, looking around you as you noticed he landed near your apartment complex.

“Thank you,” you croaked, looking at the helmet eyes “But I wasn’t the one that needed rescue, Mr Wayne..”

“Mr Wayne is safe” he interrupted, “And so is he son, who was apparently saved by you, missy…”, you could feel the amused smile he had under the red helmet as he said those words. You gave him a small smile, turning from him and looking at view, hugging yourself so you didn’t show him how fucking cold you actually were.

“You should go” you said, without turning to him “My house is near, and I really think you wouldn’t let Batman take all the credit”. You heard him chuckle and, as you heard footsteps approaching, you felt a comforting heat. He had put his leather jacket onto your shoulders.

“You’re completely right” he admitted while leaving you, going straight to the ledge of the roof.

“But your jacket! I don’t know how to find you!” you shouted, causing him to turn.

“Don’t worry, I know where to find you” he said as he jumped from the building, quickly swinging through the modern forest.

You stood there, watching until he disappeared, feeling the smell of gunpowder and whisky from his leather jacket as you hugged it tightly. The thunders roaring in the sky and the droplets of water from the rain hit you strongly in the face, cleansing the blood from it.

And that’s when you started liking rain again.

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gardenflowerswriting · 6 years

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Action and Reaction III

A/N: soooo, this took longer than I thought. Idk why but this was hard to write, I mapped it out very vividly in my head, but then I couldn’t correlate that into words? If that makes any sense what so ever. I also wanted to include smut in this chapter, but I didn’t think it would work with the reader, being she’s a Christian princess, so I didn’t want to make her look ‘easy.’ Because back then they were really strict on all that. Anyway, thanks for reading the long explanation of my first world problems. Enjoy! Gif by: heathenarmyimagines.

*edit, okay, so I’m already almost done with the next chapter, I know, that is probably not healthy, but this chapter has cute fluffy Ivar, but if you miss mean Ivar, he’s back, I couldn’t resist.

After what felt like hours, you picked yourself up. Tears made you cheeks look glossy in the firelight. 'You're fine. You will talk, yes, and if he's sleeping, even better!' That is what you told yourself, trying to give yourself enough courage to even walk through the room. You poked your head into it, frowning when you noticed his body standing before a large desk covered in maps, you took another step, but the door creaked as you let go, making his face turn to you. You continued walking, silence returning to the room. You bit your lip, "what are you doing?" You asked, looking down to the familiar lands that sprawled across the maps.

"Planning," he muttered low under his breath.

"Planning for what?"

His eyes drifted up to yours, "another raid."

"You will leave?"

He shrugged, "it seems I'm not wanted here anymore. I'll leave your people in command of one of my own and continue our path west."

You tried reaching for his shoulder, "Ivar."

But he pulled out away from you, "no. You have made it clear of your feelings."

You grew annoyed he wouldn't listen, so you took his face in your hands, making him look at you, "Ivar, I didn't leave because of you."

You could see his jaw clench, "then why did you leave?"

You blinked, "I've been taught a different way then you have. I have learned how to express love for someone other than sex. . . an-and I don't wish to become pregnant without marriage," the last bit was true, you were scared of what people would say, what your God would believe of you.

"You don't always become pregnant," he muttered, "there are ways to prevent that."

You titled your head and smiled, still caressing his cheek, "I know, but the way I was raised and taught, you do not need sex, and I was never taught how to do it. I got nervous." His blue eyes danced in yours, "please do not leave. . at least not now."

You could see him biting his lip, "what if I asked you to come with me?"

Your eyes widened, "go-go with you?" He nodded his head, you looked down at the map, seeing all the Christian towns with small figurines. "To watch you kill Christians?"

His arms came around your hips, "you do not have to watch, we could battle while you make your way to the town. I promise you won't see any deaths."

"But, my people."

"Your people will be fine, the ones that have complied with us are still alive."

You titled your head, he didn't understand, "what will my people think to see me run off with the Heathen Army leader, to see me warm the bed of a Heathen? They will think my Christian ways have been detached from my life."

He sighed, "May we think about this in the morning?" You rolled your eyes, but nodded, slowly helping him into the bed. He laid on your chest as you massaged his head, you knew it wouldn't be long before the sun rose, but you didn't want to sleep, you wanted to stay like this. Him sleeping between your legs as his head barred into your chest and arms wrapping around you tighter and tighter, making sure you wouldn't leave him again. You smiled every time he snorted, or twitched in his sleep, wondering what his dreams were filled of.

When you woke up, you turned over, feeling if Ivars body was still close to you. A frown spread across your face when you noticed he wasn't there, and the furs seemed to have not been touched due to the coldness consuming them. You pushed yourself up, getting dressed and braiding your hair to the side. When you walked out of the room, you hadn't seen a person within walking distance. You continued down the hall, it smelled as if lunch was just served, but Ivar sat alone, biting his thumb in the chair you always watched your father sit in. "What time is it?" You asked, making your way to him.

"They just finished lunch, if your hungry they can make something."

You widened your eyes, "lunch? I missed the whole morning, why didn't anyone wake me? Why didn't you wake me?"

His thumb dragged along the bottom of his lip, "I didn't wish to disturb you, you looked peaceful. . . are you hungry."

You shook your head, "I would have rather been waken up, so I wouldn't start my day half way in the afternoon."

He took your hand, "well I'm sorry."

You looked around, it was weird to see the room so empty, "where is everyone?"

He smiled, "Come here," he lifted himself on his crutch as you walked next to him.

He directed you towards the balcony, but when you looked out this time, it was the town that your eyes were drawn to. No bodies were in site, "where-where are my family?" You asked, turning to him in confusion.

"I had them buried. . properly. And I got rid of your armies bodies," you smiled, "I just thought-"

You interrupted his talking with your arms wrapping around his neck, "thank you Ivar," your whisper was warm in his neck.

You could feel he was caught off guard, as if he didn't know how to hug, but his arms wrapped around you, "I want to make sure you are happy."

You pulled away, kissing his cheek as your face went by him, "thank you."

His smile slowly faded as he looked back to the town, "I have also been thinking."

"Thinking? About what?"

His hand rubbed the back of his neck, "I don't wish for you to be at my every call anymore. I mean, if you wanted to. . . I would still enjoy," it seemed hard for him to get the words out, "enjoy your company. . with me."

His eyes scanned yours, hoping you would say what he planned out in his head, you placed your hand on his cheek, "yes, I still wish to spend time with you."

He smiled, "and one other thing."

Your brows moved together, "what?"

If you thought it was hard for him to talk earlier, it was harder now, "I, only if you wanted, was thinking you could convert, to my religion," when you frowned, he was quick to answer, "no, you can still privately worship your god, but publicly, I would want you to worship mine."

You still looked confused, "why?"

"I. . just. thought, if we married, you would have to convert, and I wouldn't wish for you to not worship who you wish, but who knows, over time you would fully convert."

You smiled, "is this your way of asking me to marry you?"

His eyes widened, "No!" You frowned, "I mean, if you wanted, I would love to marry you, if you wanted to, but I’d didn’t think you would wish to just marry me, I don’t know."

You pulled his face towards you, "I would love you," you whisper before placing a kiss on his lips, you could feel him smile against you, “but in due time.”

He frowned, but nodded, “I understand.”

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I've got another ask for you! (Tell me if I'm annoying, k?) So, for US/SF!Bros. I saw a lot of stuff about a S/O encountering an abusing ex and then the skelli comes over and makes the ex leave and makes sure S/O is fine and bla-bla-bla... but what about the contrary? What if the skele-babe was the one with the abusing ex and the new S/O's making sure they're ok? (Unless you're uncomfortable with doing this kind of asks, it's fine if you don't want to.)

HO BOY, you’re not bothering me at all! This was really interesting to think about and soooo fun to write. All of the below is assuming the S/O stepped in and got the ex to back off.

TW for abuse/abuse mention.

US!Sans/Plum:

– You’re out at a park enjoying a nice picnic date when the ex is spotted, making their way toward you. Plum’s eyelights go out and he nearly drops the sandwich in his hand. He’ll try to get you both to pack up and leave, but you’re not fast enough and now the ex is right there.

– They look you up and down before turning to Sans, who looks.. pained. Like them standing there is cutting right through him.

“Please, Sans, come back to me,” They beg, stepping forward into his space. “Please, I’m sorry. I’ll be better, I promise, this time I’ll - ”

“i-i don’t want to.”

Plum’s voice is so small as he backs away. This is a far cry from the happy, encouraging skeleton you know. He makes sure to stay between you and the ex, but that just gives them the chance to grab his wrist.

“Please, come on, I need you.” They say, looking almost entirely genuine with their heartache. The words are like torture to Plum’s soul, “Please, I love you so much. I’ll do better.”

– What happens next is up to you. Whether you rip the ex’s hand off of your boyfriend and yell at them or just deck them in the face, Plum is paralyzed. He’s shocked, and afraid, so afraid for you because he doesn’t want the ex to target you too!

– Say his name and snap him out of it; When he realizes that the ex is now gone (or knocked out) he clings to you and bursts into tears. He’s so sorry human, he should have done something, you shouldn’t have had to do that but he just never thought they’d coming looking for him and he was terrified and -

– Oh, gosh. Please comfort him. Tell him you want to go home, and he’ll nod and follow your lead. You ditch the picnic date and go home to watch movies instead, arms around each other. He thanks you for the millionth time, hugging you tight. He’s safe with you, he knows that now better than ever before.

US!Papyrus/Cherry:

– You’re both walking down the street, on your way home from grocery shopping after Sans sent you to get ingredients for dinner. Cherry’s making some joke about tacos, and you’re laughing even though the punch line hasn’t been delivered yet.

– You never get to hear it though, because Papyrus has stopped talking. In fact, he’s stopped walking altogether, simply looking ahead with wide sockets. You look forward just as his ex slows to a stop in front of you, panting.

“Papyrus! Oh, baby, I knew it was you.” The ex is smiling wide, completely ignoring your presence. He seems to miss the wince Papyrus does at the pet name. “How are you? Listen, I’ve been thinking, and - ”

“i don’t care.” Papyrus bites back, voice dripping with a venom you’ve never heard before. He transfers a bag from one hand to the other, freeing one so he can grab yours. You feel the crackle of a shortcut coming and relief runs through you, you get to go home and just avoid this altogether -

but the shortcut occurs right as the ex reaches out to him and now all three of you are in Papyrus’ room. This is where his brain short-circuits - the sight of them in his room has opened the floodgates to horrible memories and he’s panicking now, because he never wanted them near him, near anyone or anything he loved ever again and now they’re here.

– This is where you [ACT]. You kick them out one way or the other, and when you come back Cherry is crouched in the same place, head between his knees and breathing hard and fast. Hold him, rock him back and forth and tell him he’s alright, the ex is gone now, it’s just you and him.

– You turn into a pile on the floor, your body half draped over him protectively as he calms down. It takes a long time for him to recover, but he already feels more grounded with you there.

“..thank you.” He’ll say, voice muffled by you and his hoodie. And it’s a loaded thank you; a thank you for getting rid of them, for staying with him, and just for being there.

SF!Sans/Hunter:

– You’re outside the skeleton brothers’ house, cleaning up what’s left of Chara’s latest prank. Hunter is loudly grumbling about his stupid brother and his stupid influence, he’s gonna freakin’ get him for encouraging Chara to waste their time pulling pranks instead of doing something useful.

– Something beeps behind both of you and he stills. He knows Papyrus is out and not to be home until dinner; he whips around to face his ex, walking over after disarming the trap at the gate. His eyelights vanish.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE.”

The ex glares and stops short of a foot away. “To get you back, Sans. How could you just leave me like that?” Their tone is a mixture of accusing and.. hurt? “How could you? After all we did, after all I did for you, you just - “

“SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU - YOU FUCKING KNOW WHY - “

– The screaming match begins, and whether or no you join in is up to you. Hunter surprisingly does not summon a bone, or use his blue magic to throw them out of the property. It doesn’t look like it’s going to escalate until you hear the ringing slap of flesh across bone.

“There, you thinking straight, yet?” The ex spits, “Come on, use your head, Sans, I thought you were smart. “

– You step in now, because Sans is frozen. His face is turned to the ground and he’s shaking violently, holding the side he was struck on in silence. You have to use force and shove the ex out the gate, maybe chase them halfway down the freaking block to get them far enough away. When you return, Sans his hugging himself now, shaking even harder than he was.

– You take him inside, and as soon as the door closes he’s wracked with sobs. As you hold him he’s cursing himself and them, because he should have just thrown them out the second they came, he should know better, how could he have been so weak that he let them walk, let them live? Counter his words, softly, and he’ll become quiet again.

– You’ll find in the next few days that he’ll be pampering you more than usual, calling to tell you that he’s left some of your favourite snacks on the table or taking a day off to spend more time with you. He’s even more determined to treat you right.

SF!Papyrus/Hound:

– You’re visiting Hound at one of his jobs - he’s most recently taken to selling ice cream on the beach. He’s just given you a free cone, silently reveling in your laughter after joking that it’s “on the house for sweet things like you, sugar”.

– Suddenly, you hear someone call out his name. You look around for the source and Hound’s grin disappears. His relaxed posture has turned rigid and he’s stock still as his ex runs up to the cart. They’re red in the face.

“Papyrus! Where have you been?” They shout, before zeroing in on you. “Who is this?”

If it’s possible for a skeleton to become any more stiff, he does. Papyrus raises himself to his full height and nudges you slightly behind him. His voice is cold, detached. “it’s none of your business.”

They look at him incredulously and bark out a laugh. “None of my business? Papyrus, of course it’s my business. Everything of yours is my business. You’re my partner, and - “

“i am not your partner.” He replies simply.

“Oh you aren’t, are you?” The ex moves into his space and he holds his ground. But you can hear and see Hound’s hand rattling at his side. “And what do you think you are now then, hm? Because you certainly weren’t much of anything when I found you. I kept you on your god damn feet.”

For a moment it seems like he’s about to wring their neck, but then, “you.. you treated me like..” His face twists into something dark and defeated; like he’s wrestling with the last word, unsure if it’s true or not.

– They roll their eyes, dismissing him. They move to take hold of his arm and this is where you’ve had enough. You send them off with physical force or/and a threat or five, and turn back to Hound. He’s trembling still, gaze hazy with the look of someone too deep in bad memories. Bring him back with the suggestion to the rest of the day off and a hand in his, and he’ll numbly do as you say.

– When you’re home, bring him to the bed and just lay there with him. Let him curl around you and bury his face in your hair - nothing makes him okay faster than your physical presence. He weeps, choking out “thank you”s and “i love you”s with every breath he can manage to take. He knows he’s going to be okay, he’s always going to turn out okay if you’re there with him.

#hc #imagine #long post #us!sans #us!papyrus #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #Plum #Cherry #Hunter #Hound #s/o #abusive ex #abuse #abuse mention #this was fun to write. PLEASE TAKE CARE OF MY BOYS......#i want to beat up all these exes wtf #summerfred1516

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izzyizumi · 7 years

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I JUST..... I JUST REALLY MISS MY OLD DIGIMON OC......

I don’t even know if anyone here would recognize her at all (other than maybe a certain Kari!) bUT..... well, this was actually my old Digimon OC, Hikaru! Many years back, I had one of those Digimon “FDD” (Fictional Digidestined & Digimon!) websites, and it was young me’s pride and joy, my first website that I made all on my own ;3;/ ;3;/ Complete with low quality graphics, comic sans ms, script based roleplays, and Digimon and anime midis galore! (A-ahaha.)

Although, back then I had pretty much zero ability when it came to actual art (I was always more of a writer, orz) and so her look ended up being basically “inspired” (read as: ripoff) of adult!Hikari but with a teenager look, and the story took a huuuge amount of “inspiration” (read as: tropes) from Sailor Moon too (also The Legend of Zelda), a-ahaha. OTL. Her Digimon (twin Digimon ala Wallace’s) were also obviously Chibimon/DemiVeemon recolors (DemiSilveemon and DemiGoldveemon, respectively. I didn’t even have to create an evolution for DemiGoldveemon because he’d basically become Goldveedramon, an actual Digimon!, while “Silveemon” became “Silveedramon”, a-ahaha. So original, I know.)

Regardless, they still have a very special place in my heart and I wish I had the energy to do a complete overhaul of her story nowadays (and actually finish it - I only ever managed to write through the second story arc out of like... eight-nine which was also to have a huge sprawling amount of story arcs after, which I had detailed in extremely lengthy “spoiler” summaries back then pffft - also, it was all to eventually tie into a story arc covering the epilogue and extending the story of that.) Unfortunately, my drive to do so has kind of dried up o-orz...

B-But now that I’m much older, I’m kinda sorta thinking about redesigning her at the least?? I’m super into Japanese fashion now (!!) and would really love to give her a redesign with like.... a very pretty classic styled one-piece, long A-line dress with a petticoat, maybe in a dusty pink color, with cute ruffles and embroidery, white sleeve cuffs?? and probably either neckties and/or (detachable, for look variety!) long sleeves. MAYBE SHE’D EVEN HAVE HER OWN HUGE WARDROBE OF VARIOUS ADORABLE DRESSES ALA CARDCAPTOR SAKURA/CLAMP it’s a nice thought anyway to at least redesign her main outfit in mind, even if I can’t create art for it, aha...!! ;3;/ (ALSO would change her hair color so it’d be less like Hikari’s [which was intended at the time for story purposes/tropes/etc.], though it was still a slightly darker brown - it’d probably be a bit more wavier/curlier too, and something like an even darker brown [deep brown?? nOT JUST BC OF MY OWN HAIR A-AHA....] (possibly also with bits of red through it!!)... at the time she was also created with no set eye color aside from (a darker) blue in mind; maaaybe she could have something like hazel eyes now? which could probably make up for that with the “color changing” hA ALSO SHE WAS MIXED/MULTIRACIAL/MULTIETHNIC ASIAN/JAPANESE-AMERICAN [+OTHERS] SO THERE WAS THAT YEAH!!)

Her Crest was actually the Crest of Faith, since I figured Jou’s Japanese crest’s name could also translate to “Honesty” (maybe even remain “Reliability” still, idek, which I thought was still perfect for Jou) and ‘Faith’ as a trait just held a very personal meaning to young me at the time ;3;/ (Basically never giving up, believing in yourself, etc.!! SHOUNEN/SHOUJO MOTIVATION) Though the image here didn’t quite portray the crest as I would have liked, I did want the imagery to involve a stylized crescent moon symbol and a star (probably now with it hanging outside of the moon somewhere though, not inside....), and the color to be dark pink (which would have also been the color of her D3) [it also had gold and silver buttons because of the two Digimon]. It’d be nice to try and re-design that too somehow ;3;/

All of the art here (sans #4, edited by young me a-aha) was made by request, and I’m to this day, forever grateful to the artists: Skye G. (#1 and the adorable emote!), Kari Avalon (#2), Tiara/Chiara (#3), Alana D. (#5-6), and Jennifer M. (#7)!! If any of you somehow happen to read this, thank you so much again (and for putting up with young me, o-orz)!! (I hope you’re all doing well today too....!!) ;A;/

Anyhow, a lot more rambling under the cut!

So yes, her story did lift a HUGE amount of “inspiration”/tropes from Sailor Moon, complete with the typical “Digimon Princess” theme and everything o-OTL. HOWEVER the more lengthier, sprawling story also had story arcs and tropes I still would have loved to explore in more detail - the 02 kids each had their own story arc where they’d receive their own personalized Crest traits (Iori’s was Wisdom, I can’t quite remember Miyako’s atm orz but she had one too [EDIT: MIYAKO was Loyalty, Iori’s was Wisdom!! Loyalty would fit Iori too maybe though aha?]; and of course, Daisuke got Miracles!) and their Digimon would all get to evolve into their own evolutionary lines.

The Adventure Chosen would eventually have their own arcs too; involving “Negative Crests”, evil clones, and actually the main villain of the entire fic was Alphamon - who wasn’t even featured in the main canon materials much at the time! (SO YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW MUCH I FLIPPED OUT WHEN HE WAS REVEALED AS THE MAIN VILLAIN FOR TRI, A-AHAHAH) Aaaanyway that arc would have dealt with each kid encountering their evil clone, being attacked by them/fighting them against the real kids’ wills, learning about them and their backstories, and the real kids’ Digimon would all finally evolve to Mega/Ultimate forms; the clones would have then been defeated after their corrupted virus type Digimon were destroyed, and after the clone children and their crests no longer being corrupted; them all dying peacefully to rejoin their Digimon in the Digital World afterlife. ;A; (.....I STILL GET LOTS OF FEELINGS THINKING ABOUT THE STORIES I HAD PLANNED FOR THEM ALL, SOMETIMES, I ADMIT, ESPECIALLY MY FAV KOUSHIRO’S BECAUSE LIKE. /NO MY HEART/ ALSO, THE DIGIMON WERE ALL TO BE ESPECIALLY AMAZING, ESPECIALLY TENTOMON + HIS CLONE BECAUSE LIKE. YES. NO??? HUMONGOUS CORRUPTED VIRUS TYPE ARMORED GIANT BUG PROTECTING CORRUPTED TINY CHILD AND ALL. Also, if you saw my previous post on Koushiro AUs (AKA: MOSTLY SUFFERING), the AU idea there about “Koushiro fully losing his curiosity” would have been detailed in that storyline, too [just in the place of the clone Koushiro, with the real Koushiro trying to help/save him.... but alas.......] ;3;/) (also the clone Koushiro may have not understood his own feelings and that he was hopelessly in love with the clone Taichi who didn’t know this at all until he found out at the very end; and who also died; yeah there was lots of drama/angst to be had)

As for the “Negative Crests”, basically, each Chosen would have had to fight against the darkness attempting to corrupt them and the Crests they had “lost” (which they’d then “regain”), with each cloned Chosen having the Negative Crests, like so: Taichi -> Fear Yamato -> Loneliness Sora -> Hate Koushiro -> Ignorance Mimi -> Lies (Impurity??) Jou -> Betrayal Takeru -> Despair Hikari -> Darkness [/that feeling when I actually finished Hikari’s arc along w/a Ken + Daisuke miniarc cries] (THE CLONE/DARK!JOU WAS ALSO V. EPIC AND BASICALLY BETRAYED ALPHAMON BY FINDING OUT ALPHAMON’S PLANS AND DESTROYING HIMSELF BEFORE ALPHAMON COULD FULLY CORRUPT HIM AND WIN, DARK!JOU AND ALSO JOU HIMSELF WERE SO EPIC, YOU GO JOUs !!!)

Also, being a kid at the time, of course I paired my OC with my other favorite character, of course (.....DAISUKE AHAHAHA) though young me was also very into slashfic and also not-so-subtlely hinted at underlying Tai//shiro storylines as well as not-to-be (orz) Ken//suke (mainly from Ken’s side; it’d then lead to the Ken//yako kids). All of it would have tied into the post-02 epilogue that basically explained “how the heck did all this happen and what do they and the epilogue kids do next??” AAAAND YEAH. (EVEN YOUNG ME LOVED TAI//SHIRO AND KEN//SUKE / DAI//KEN TO DEATH, OK, OK, YOUNG ME KNEW WHAT WAS UP)

Soooo I’m sure you can imagine how I feel now watching AND (MOSTLY) ENJOYING Tri and seeing other new interesting character(s) (Meiko!!) instead, ahahaha. ...Though now I’m also missing my old OC(s) and reflecting on all these old storylines I had (AMONG OTHERS), WHY THIS...... ;A;/ Ah well, it’s still nice to reminisce....!

(BY THE WAY, YOUNG ME ALSO NEVER SAID SO AT THE TIME, BUT THIS OC [AND COINCIDENTALLY ALSO DAISUKE] WAS DEFINITELY HEADCANONED TO BE SOMETHING LIKE BI/PAN/DEMI??...!! Hikaru as a character would have felt to her personally, purely looks or physical attraction was secondary - she would have probably believed in soulmates; developing a very strong emotional bond only with a person who loved and accepted her for who she was, and who she was the same for them. For my character, at the time, that was Daisuke...! H-Hahaha, though - she was also to have a backstory involving another (boy) OC she loved dearly, one who had disappeared (or: died/taken by the digital world) and she had to move on from (nOT.... HELPED BY ONE OF HER OWN DIGIMON DYING PERMANENTLY [the gold one], I’M STILL SUPER SAD I HAD TO KILL HIM OFF BUT IT WAS NECESSARY FOR THE STORY it was also a huge part of her character development and flaws including how she reacted to death/grief and would basically withdraw heavily into herself ALA KOUSHIRO AT HIS WORST.....); she would have then learnt to move on and found her personal true happiness & also her true love. So, at the time, that was Daisuke (despite the major Ken//suke undertones because it was [very] sadly not to be in that fic, o-orz - also Daisuke was a huge underdog/underappreciated within the fandom at the time (and also within OC fic which was near exclusively dub based), who was constantly bashing him for the dumbest of reasons jUST. WHY WAS FANDOM LIKE THAT-)

-- but back to Hikaru now, NOW....?? idek, maybe she’d find someone different and Daisuke would end up together with Ken?! WHOOOO KNOOOOOWS (MAYBE EVEN POLYSHIPS, THAT’D DEFINITELY WORK TOO, YES)

(ADDING A BIT MORE ABOUT HER PERSONALITY!!:) -quite mature as well as modest -secretly a huge computer geek that would also be very experienced at coding. This, of course, made Koushiro something like a senpai to her, and they’d often excitedly discuss computers/coding (along with Ken chiming in at times) while the rest of the Chosen would blank stare (hhhhhA) -despite this however she’d definitely not be on Koushiro nor Ken’s levels but she’d be on course to fast improvement with their guidance!! (also keep in mind this fic was originally written when I was a very young kid when girls who coded were acknowledged even less o-orz) -(ALSO SECRETLY A VERY ENTHUSIASTIC GAMER) (eventually, she’d come to hang out with Daisuke [+Taichi, Koushiro and Ken when they visited] to play games!) (the outcomes would often be: defeat Daisuke [repeatedly], defeat or draw with Taichi [to his dismay as well], be beaten by Koushiro and Ken [to which she’d vow to challenge herself to become better!]) -typically very optimistic/positive, kind/friendly, warm, welcoming, helpful, respectful etc., unlikely to have a mean bone in her body and basically extremely loving and supportive towards everyone -this would often put her at odds, however, with more competitive people or ruder people who weren’t as warm or welcoming; though she’d accept that being the case, she’d often be troubled that she did “something wrong” -speaking of being respectful, though she also wasn’t near Koushiro (or Iori) levels of “-san” respectfulness, she did use proper honorifics for everyone and often hesitated to change honorifics, even when prompted. (The older Chosen were a mix of “-san” [Yamato, Sora, Mimi until Mimi demands the use of “-chan” as per typical] and “-senpai” [Koushiro, Jou, and even Taichi, to his bemusement] mainly due to her having been intimidated to be new at the start, which is.... qUITE A LOT LIKE MEIKO’S NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT...) -despite her typical personality though she would stand up for herself and her friends as needed, especially in the face of evil/darkness -though very friendly, much more of an introvert than an actual extrovert; she’d rather stay inside unless invited out by the others (who would often have to insist she join them) -had some initial regrets about moving from America, even though things were harder for her there (where it was even harder for her to fit in) and it was necessary for her parents’ jobs, it was still her original home, so she holds her childhood close. -becomes chosen to be a Chosen Child due to her initial involvement with Digimon involving the OC who was “taken” by the Digital World (though she wouldn’t learn this was the reason or understand how/why it happened until later) -her story arc would essentially revolve around her learning to pick herself back up after grief and helping to save everything

(ALSO A BIT MORE ABOUT THE DIGIMON): -DemiSilveemon/Silveemon was more like Hikaru herself; though with a more eternally optimistic/supportive personality; though also somewhat more naive and silly, also with a short temper when something (DemiGoldveemon) irritated her. But when things would get tough, she’d always know the right thing to do \o/ -DemiGoldveemon/Goldveemon was much more extroverted / hyper / exciteable and super energetic/even more supportive!! ...though he was also the troublemaker, often getting into mischief and causing headaches for Hikaru and DemiSilveemon. However, when he’d have to put playing aside and defend his friends, he’d become extremely cool and awesome...!! ;A;/ (Later on, he’d also reappear briefly in spirit form to remind Hikaru and Silveemon to not give up \o/)

ALSO:

(TAI//SHIRO WOULD ALSO DEF. HAPPEN SECOND TIME AROUND NOT SORRY) (SHE’D BE ONE OF THEIR #1 SUPPORTERS TOO ALONG WITH EVERY OTHER CHOSEN AND THE PARENTS OK? OK!!!) \o/

SO THERE YOU HAVE IT MY VERY SHAMEFUL DIGIMON FANDOM HISTORY AND OC HISTORY, NOW I WILL EXCUSE MYSELF TO HIDE UNDER A ROCK !!!!!

#digimon oc #digimon fdd #(WHY DID I POST THIS)#(PLEASE EXCUSE MY RAMBLING CARRY ON NOW)#(I JUST.....!!! REALLY MISS THE FDD DAYS I'M SORRY AHHHH)#(ALSO I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT THOSE ANGSTY KOUSHIRO AUS WHY THIS)#(QUITE A FEW OF THEM WOULD PROBABLY BE INCORPORATED INTO THIS TOO SOMEHOW)#(.....I ADDED SOME MORE DETAILS)#mod posts

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poklina · 7 years

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yes hello, little miss fantastico

um i fucking love u with all of my heart and sould udygsavosbp

this is kinda sorta what u asked for? idk i really like it i hope u do tooooo

hold me close and keep me safe --1.9k

All things considered, the mission had gone surprisingly well.

Of course, all things considered included several broken doors, 3 lost seraph blades, two vandalized food trucks, some very very confused homeless people, and a possessed-then-missing-now-dead dog.

But other than that? Absolutely flawless.

Jace, Alec, and Simon stumble out of the abandoned theme park that now smells very faintly of wet dog and burned popcorn, and immediately all stop to catch their breath.

"That was a disaster." Alec huffs out between deep breaths.

"Actually, I think that went pretty well." Jace says back, a devilish smile lighting up his face, "We killed the dog, didn't we? I'd say that's mission accomplished-"

"Yea, well if that's mission accomplished, I'd hate to see what it looks like when it's not." Simon breaks in, wheezing as he stretches up to lean against the rusting Ferris wheel.

"Oh, those missions are a lot more fun." Jace bites back.

"Enough. Let's get back to the Institute before anything else goes wrong." Alec says, and turns on his heel to start walking towards the gate where they came in. Simon jogs up beside him, and he can hear Jace doing the same.

"Can't we find someplace closer? The Institute is like, two hours away. Plus, I'm really tired, and when I get tired I get real chatty-"

"Fine," Alec snaps, "I know a place."

The walk to Magnus' is quiet, marked by only the occasional cab horn and emergency sirens. When they get there, Alec ushers them all in through the door, only to find Magnus standing in the front room, flipping through a book with a glass of something in his other hand. As soon as Alec walked in, it seemed as if a 10 pound weight had been lifted from his shoulders, striding across the room to tuck his chin over Magnus' shoulder, even though they were nearly the same height.

"Alexander. What a pleasant surprise this evening." Magnus murmured, placing the book and the drink on the coffee table and sliding around to fit his hands against Alec's waist. It was a slow dance, neither one wanting to disturb the quiet calm that came with this evening, drawing closer together with Alec's forearms on Magnus' broad shoulders, hands tangling loosely around his neck.

"Well, we needed a place to crash for the night, and I've missed you today." He smiled into the embrace, pressing a small kiss to his temple.

"We?"

Simon coughed, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other, face heating up. Magnus swiveled around, not detaching himself from Alec's waist, to land his eyes on the two standing awkwardly in front of the doors.

"Oh. Well, there's an extra room down the hall to your left," he said plainly, "there's only one bed, but that shouldn't be a problem, should it now?"

Jace sighed, "You can't like, snap your fingers and make another room, please?"

"Jonathan, I have had an extraordinarily long day, so you either sleep in the room I've provided, or on the street. Your choice." Magnus smiled smugly, and without a second glance pulled Alec into the next room and shut the door, the lock clicking with a firm sense of finality.

Simon and Jace stood in the breezeway in front of the door, not saying anything for a good 30 seconds until Simon cleared his throat.

"Um, well, I really don't need to sleep, so you can take the room."

"Are you sure? It's really okay, I'm not that tired anyway-"

"Jace, you look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet. It's fine. I'll be on the couch."

"Um, alright. Well, uh, goodnight then."

"Night, Jace."

With that, Jace started stumbling to the room, almost tripping over his feet with every other step. He made it to the small room, and without even taking off his shoes, fell on the bed and was asleep almost immediately.

Simon walked over to the couch and sat down heavily, feeling the exhaustion of chasing a demon possessed dog finally setting into his legs. He pulled out his phone to tell Clary that they were staying at Magnus' for the night before setting it aside. Stretching his arms out and yawning, he decided that a little cat nap wouldn't hurt him, before laying down and closing his eyes.

Simon woke up slowly, blearily blinking the sleep out of his eyes before grabbing his phone and checking the time. 2:30 am. You know, he thought, that's the one thing I really hate about being a vampire. The light in the apartment had slid from the warm blue of early evening to the cool black of early morning, and as he looked around, he couldn't hear much except for the occasional siren and pained sounds coming from down the hall-wait.

He stood up slowly, making sure that the noises weren't coming from Magnus' room lest he burst in on something he'd rather not see, and started slowly down the hall towards them. Towards Jace's room.

The door was ajar when he got there, and when he pushed it open, he saw Jace on the bed. His face was flushed bright red, a thin sheen of sweat shone on his face, and his hands twisted and grasped the sheets as small noises escaped from a face twisted up in fear.

As Simon stood in the doorway, he thought that this scene would be much more enjoyable if he was on top of him, slowly biting down his neck and listening to the vibrations those noises in Jace's chest-

Wait.

Simon flushed a bright red, which was impressive because he definitely couldn't blush anymore, and shook his head violently to jar it into a more rational train of thought.

Suddenly, Jace shot up from the bed, eyes wide with fear and chest heaving with exertion, as if he'd been running from something very, very large and very, very scary.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, it's fine." Simon jumped with the sudden movement and quickly walked over to Jace's side, though it appeared as if Jace hadn't heard him, as he was still staring at the wall opposite the bed as if someone was going to jump out and attack him. As Simon reached the edge, he could see even clearer how bad Jace was. His eyes were unfocused, and his whole body was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

Simon had no idea what to do, even as he took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked desperately at Jace, waiting for an idea to hit him, something, anything that could help right now. Jace was starting to calm down slowly, but not fast enough for Simon. So, he did the only thing that he thought would help. He thought of Clary, what she would do, closed his eyes and let his instincts guide him.

Apparently, they guided his hand to Jace's hair, brushing back the strand that had shaken loose during whatever nightmare he had experienced.

Immediately, he felt Jace relax into his hand, and Simon watched as his eyes fell shut and his breathing began to even out.

Simon feels that he's done enough at that point, so he goes to pull his hand away from Jace's hair, but he finds that he doesn't want to. It's almost like a magnet is keeping it tangled in Jace's sweat slicked hair. The longer he brushes through the strands, the less he finds that he wants to pull away.

He figures that if it's really bothering Jace, he'll pull his head away and that will be the end of that.

(Simon doesn't know it, but Jace is awake and he does not ever, ever want this to stop.)

So that is how they sit, with Simon running his hands through Jace's hair as he relaxes into the movement ever so slowly, ever so gently, almost like he's afraid of scaring Simon and breaking this quiet spell that Jace has wanted for so long.

Simon maneuvers them into a more comfortable position, where his back is against the headboard and Jace's head is resting on his chest, his hand continuing to play with his hair quietly.

Eventually, Jace falls back asleep like this, and Simon feels as his steady heartbeat slows. At this point, Simon knows that he should go back to the couch and try and forget that any of this ever happened, try and forget how this moment is making him feel and try to ignore the realization that is slowly creeping up on him like ice running up his veins.

But Jace is on his chest, and he doesn't want to wake him up, and frankly, Simon doesn't want to move either.

So there he sits. Hand in Jace's hair, and the slow realization that he is falling in love with his best friends brother resting heavy on his heart.

Simon knows that this should scare him. He's been in love with Clary for his entire life, but right now, the only thing he can think of is how nice it is to have Jace resting on his chest, and feel the soft stands of blonde hair slip through his fingers.

And that's how he falls asleep as well.

At some point in the night, Simon slips down from the sitting position into one where Jace is breathing slowly into the crook of his neck, his right hand curled around Jace's neck and still tangled in his hair, his other arm slung over his waist in an unconscious attempt to pull them even closer.

(They wake up at different times. Jace is first, and as he slowly comes to awareness the first thing he feels is safe. Slowly, he tilts his head up to watch Simon, his small movements and how his neck feels against his face. Jace wants to burrow in closer, wants to press kisses up and down this smooth column of skin in front of him, wants to stay here in this moment forever and ever, he wants and he wants and he wants so badly. But he knows he can't. So instead, he presses back into Simon's hand one last time before carefully sliding out of the loose grip and slips out of bed, making sure that there's no widows in the room before walking outside. But not until he looks back at the sleeping figure on the bed one last time, and thinks to himself that he hasn't had that good of a night since...well, since forever.)

(Then Simon wakes up, and he tells himself that he's not disappointed when he wakes up alone in a rapidly cooling bed. He tells himself that last night he was just tired, and he's not really in love with Jace, because who could ever love a monster like him?)

(However, Simon does allow himself to think that he misses the warm mass of Jace curled around him, and he misses the feeling of him in his arms, and the feeling of his hair in his fingers, and the feeling of the solid certain mass on his chest that his mind is steadily and quickly coming to remember as home.)

(But they don't talk about it.)

(God, do they want to.)

(But they don't.)

(They don't.)

#jimon #abloodneed #eversall #userbritt #my fic #prompt #fucking rip me a new one this is gay laiwdfhpui yike #anyways this was fun to write #Anonymous

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