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showrunnerihardlyknowher · 3 years

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Idk about you but that trope where a giant gets angry and accidentally scares a tiny and feels bad abt it afterwards makes me go absolutely feral,,

So, originally, I was planning for this scene to be in a future chapter of This Is Nothing Like The Disney Star Wars Trilogy, but I could never really think of a full story arc around it, even though I still really really really love this idea. In any case, if I happen to brainstorm a better plot and find a way to squeeze this in I might edit it into the main story, otherwise enjoy some classic Giant Catboi and Twink Solider fearplay >:3c

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was!?”

As expected, the little one did not respond to his rhetorical question, though his tone certainly helped snap it out of its previous stupor as it released its death grip on his shirt in favor of squirming as soon as the bedroom door slid shut behind him. His aggravation at the situation was clear as day even without the usual language and cultural barrier that impeded any sort of deeper relationship Edix tried to form with the human. Red ears were still folded back against his curls and his shoulders tense, the stiff posture traveling down to his hands were they gripped the earthling to his chest perhaps just a touch more tightly than usual, not that it prevented it from trying to push and wriggle itself out of his overprotective hold.

Fuck no, he wasn’t ready to let it go yet, not when flecks of blood were still smeared against his knuckles as a result of an impromptu rescue mission. The satisfying snap of cartilage under his fist after one good sucker punch to Talan’s smug face still echoed in his mind, blood gushing from the surely broken nose while the biologist stumbled backwards into the shelves. Edix wondered if he would be reprimanded for that by the directors later, or if Talan would be too proud to report the ass kicking, maybe even taking the lesson to heart to not fuck with his things in the future. And yes, that included trying to vivisect his sweet little pet.

How was I supposed to know the stray belonged to you? He had asked with sarcastic innocence, as if the human in question hadn’t been seen with Edix a thousand times before, and wasn’t drenched in his scent, and didn’t have his ID code printed on the back of its little suit, Maybe if you weren’t such a wuss and actually put it on a shorter leash-

Asshole. He was lucky Edix’s only goal at the moment was to get the little one off the table and back to the appropriate sector rather than rip Talan to shreds with his own tools. A taste of his own medicine, perhaps. Still, he admittedly did have a point about the human, what with how much it would run off and get lost and damn near killed. He simply couldn’t figure out what was so terrible about staying in his company that the little one would risk injury and mutilation in a foreign environment as opposed to the safety and comfort he so desperately tried to provide for it. They might have had a bit of a rocky start, sure, but stars above that was far in the past now. There’s nothing either of them can do to change the facts so why not accept things as they are and make some type of effort to be happy in this new life? By all accounts, Edix was a great owner!

And yet, the little one still fought him every step of the way. Even now, having just saved it from a fate of having its tiny organs sliced while it was wide awake, it made it known it did not want to be near him anymore. It might have been clinging to him the entire walk back to the bedroom, but it must have remembered it was supposed to be oblivious to the notion of genuine love and safety because now it started to stutter out little squeaks on top of struggling. Normally, Edix adored any and all of the sounds it made, especially when it was directly trying to talk to him which only served to give him the mental image of a pup mindlessly babbling before they managed their first few words. This time, however, it only worsened his irritation.

“Stop.” He ordered, which the human somewhat complied with, though it probably had more to do with his harsher tone and the fact that he was already lowering his hand towards the bed to set it down. As soon as it was free of his hold, it scrambled back, looking at him with those wide brown eyes that were full of so much fear it made him sick. Why did it have to be so afraid of him? What could he have possibly done that even now, almost a cycle later, it was still overtly wary of his intentions. All he ever did was care for it. Feed it, pet it, cuddle it, protect it, and still nothing was good enough!

With a tired sigh, he rubbed his hand down his face and resisted the urge to tug at his hair. “I just don’t understand,” he pleaded, begging some cosmic being out there to suddenly grant the little one the power to understand what he was saying, “what can I possibly do to prove to you that I’m not going to hurt you? I’m trying to keep you alive and it’s like...I don’t know, you resent me for that or something!”

The sweet thing looked more confused at his words than anything, but he could tell his body language and voice were making it uneasy. The human was used to soft words and purrs and slow movements, rarely any agitation in his being. After a beat of silence marked by an intense stare down, Edix gave up on hoping the earthling would miraculously explain itself and open up to sharing its thoughts on the matter. He reached for it and it instinctively back up, flinching when a growl rumbled in his throat in response.

“Stop running,” it was a fruitless endeavor, but like hell if he wouldn’t stop trying. That was how new pups learned how to understand a language anyways, wasn’t it? To repeat certain words over and over until they got the idea? Maybe that’s all he needed to do here, maybe by now it already knew the Venandi words for no, stop, be good, and so on. He reached for it again and it did the same thing as last time, always sure to stay just out of the most convenient reach. Not that it mattered how much it inched away seeing how it was trapped on the bed with Edix directly in front of it, but it was the principal of the matter.

And it was then that something inside him snapped. Something primal as a result of dealing with an unruly pup far too long for his nerves to handle at this moment. He wasn’t even aware of his actions, belatedly realizing how he pounced on the bed in a flash, the human scrambling to get away but only having enough time to turn around before being roughly pinned on its stomach against the mattress. His teeth were bared and pressed tightly against its back, fangs scraping against the layers of its clothes to no doubt bruise the tender flesh underneath, though thankfully they didn’t break the skin. A loud growl reverberated though its entire body, shaking it to its core.

“Enough.” He hissed against its back, keeping his teeth pressed into its skinny frame for a moment longer before pulling away. The second he did, his glare softened, all the anger he felt gone in an instant as soon as he saw the sight underneath him.

The poor thing was absolutely petrified.

It was probably the worst it’s ever been scared, arguably. Not even the first time they met, when it had so gracefully tumbled down that hill and landed face first in front of him, compared to the level of fear that radiated off it. A split-second thought had Edix wondering if he had legitimately scared it to death. Soon enough, though, he was able to pick up the minute tremors that shook through it, almost like an aftershock of the warning that it felt more than heard. It was pale, baby face devoid of color not unlike that time before when it had been sick with fever. But its eyes...those sweet little doe eyes he loved so much were wide and wet with a sheen of tears that refused to fall, locked in a blank stare straight ahead towards the wall and refusing to look at him.

A small, choked hiccup made its body twitch every couple of breaths, but it refused to open its mouth to allow any of these sniffles to turn into cries. Shit, it refused to move at all, too terrified of Edix’s threat display that if it did anything he didn’t like there would be dire consequences to pay. He supposed it worked exactly as intended, in that case. It was still, it was quiet, it was technically obeying him after he just forced it to behave via alternative punishment. That didn’t change the fact that he felt absolutely, terribly, extremely awful about what he just did.

It was just a pup, as he always said, regardless of what Ylva would tell him about human adolescence and such. It didn’t know any better, it had never been raised in these situations before and needed much longer than a measly cycle to unlearn all of its prey behaviors it needed to survive on its home planet. Besides, it wasn’t that it didn’t fully know that it was perfectly safe with Edix, it was smart enough to know he was at the very least the safest option when presented with any other Venandi. Edix had been upset, and it knew he was upset, so of course it would want to avoid a potentially hostile predator before-

--before it snatched the little one in its teeth.

Fuck, fuck, he was an idiot. Maybe he wasn’t as cut out for this as he thought, not like Ylva who was the very essence of motherhood. No. Now wasn’t the time for self doubts and pity, not when the human was in such a state. Slowly, hands cupped around its shaking form, mindful to make sure his fingers were in its view so it wouldn’t be any more startled when he lifted it up, not that he was completely sure it was actually seeing anything in front of it. The little one hardly reacted to the movement, laying limp when he pressed it against his chest and moved to sit up against the headboard of the bed in a similar fashion to what he had done the first night the poor thing was on the ship.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” he whispered to it, rubbing his thumb along the curve of its back just how it liked whenever it dozed, “you’re okay, we’re fine, it’s okay to cry. I’m sorry I scared you, I’m so sorry.”

Normally in these types of instances, he’d be purring and shushing the little sweetheart until he was able to get it down for a nap, but he had little confidence that any other types of chest vibrations would have its usual effect of making the human drowsy currently. When it finally started blinking again, the tears that had welled up ran freely down its cheeks, quickly biting down on its wobbling lip to prevent any sobs from escaping and get it in trouble for misbehaving. He softly clicked his tongue at it and cooed, anything to put it at ease with a softer demeanor. “I know, honey, I know. I won’t ever do that again, I promise."

Well, if nothing else, at least the little one’s apprehension of him wasn’t unfounded anymore, much to his dismay.

#g/t #fearplay #g/t writing #g/t fearplay #giant/tiny #macro/micro #my writing #ask #anon #g/t ocs #all i can say is :3c #also i didnt skip math class i skipped english class instead hsjfhdfjhfjjsf

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luimagines · 3 years

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vio, red and blue waiting for green to get back from his one-on-one date with you so that they could get a turn to smother you as well

just 3/4 twinks alert and ready to pounce

They look bored.

At least Vio seems to be going something semi-productive...

I wonder what's Red talking about.

Blue... might just be humoring him- or he's ignoring everyone.

#pinky replies

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workingforitallthetime · 3 years

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bonus scene

hi, here is a bonus svech pov scene from good times rollin’ on me. i had this interaction in mind when i wrote the fic, but i didn’t have a way to reference it from marty’s pov because he’s not present for it and nobody who is would tell him the interesting bits.

The list of words was on all the rainbow signs. They were taped to the narrow strip of glass next to most of the classroom doors at his new high school, announcing “Safe Space.” That was different from Barnaul.

Andrei didn’t add them to his own list of new words, the one he kept on his phone with entries like glorious and unbelievable, but he looked them up all the same. It was nice to learn them. To know which one was his.

He doesn’t end up using them that much. It doesn’t take particular vocabulary to find people, here and there in Michigan, and then more easily in Raleigh, in actual college, not community college where nobody wants to be.

And, unexpectedly, on his new hockey team. Andrei had expected a beer league team like he’d found in Michigan: older guys, with meat and potatoes jobs like mailman or property manager or grounds supervisor, who called him “kid” but made the game fun because they were so happy to be there, playing hockey, getting their one night a week away from wives and kids.

Instead, his new team has Dougie and Foegs. Andrei sees them before their first game. Notices Foegs tuck his chin over Dougie’s shoulder, brush his lips against Dougie’s shoulder pad, quick. Andrei lets Foegs notice him noticing. Then he scoots down the bench in the locker room and asks the two of them about bars in Raleigh.

Foegs snorts at him. “Are you even twenty one?”

“Sure,” Andrei says, grinning. It’s a useful word, one of his favorites. It moves a conversation along even if Andrei doesn’t entirely understand. Or entirely agree. Or, sometimes, if he wants to pretend later that he didn’t understand. Foegs can think what he wants. It’s not really about the bars.

Foegs never ends up answering Andrei’s question. Instead, Andrei ends up playing Fortnite and watching hockey with them. They make space for him, in the locker room, on the bench, at the bar after games, whenever Marty hasn’t already dragged Andrei into the thick of things. Dougie calls him their little brother and Foegs calls him “our new twink friend” and Andrei rolls his eyes and pretends to hate both options. He doesn’t need any more older brothers. But he does think less about missing Evgeny when Dougie and Foegs are around. They understand things about him that Evgeny does not. It’s a small miracle to have friends who understand that, right from the start.

Andrei keeps an eye on Marty, too, wondering if there’s something to notice. Marty seems like a lot, generally, but sometimes Andrei gets the sense that some of the energy pouring off Marty is directed at him specifically. He’s always looking for Andrei, beckoning him into the group, including him in conversations. Asking Andrei questions, looking at him with intent blue eyes like the answers matter. So the second or third time Andrei’s over at Dougie’s apartment, watching hockey and eating Chinese, he decides to dredge up the vocabulary to ask.

“Marty.” Andrei parks his chopsticks in the container of noodles he’s eating. “Is he…”

“Nope.” Foegs passes the broccoli beef to Dougie at the other end of the couch. “Marty’s not gay.” Andrei barely recognizes the flicker of disappointment he feels, brief and surprising. Foegs leans over and decisively spears a dumpling from the box on the coffee table. “He just likes dick.”

There’s probably a word for that. Andrei decides not to ask Foegs what it is. It sounds like his answer might be biased.

“Wow, harsh.” Dougie folds his legs under him, settling into the corner of the couch and balancing the takeout container on the arm.

“No, seriously.” Foegs swallows his dumpling. “He hooked up with so many of my friends in college. Marty was, like, the jock you hooked up with to get it out of your system.”

Andrei’s eyes try to go wide. He bites the inside of his lip.

“Then he got a girlfriend, and”—Foegs slashes a diagonal with his chopsticks—“that was that.”

Andrei waits a moment, hoping Dougie picks up on the obvious question. Dougie’s still kind of new too, trying to keep track of all the lines connecting Foegs and his friends just like Andrei is. Sometimes he saves Andrei the trouble of asking. Obligingly, Dougie stretches his foot down the couch and pokes Foegs. “So did you?”

“No.” Foegs hauls his knee up and knocks Dougie’s foot back. The broccoli beef teeters on the arm of the couch and Dougie catches it just in time. “I played hockey. Hockey players were not, like, this exciting frontier I needed to explore.”

“Gee, thanks.” Dougie pokes Foegs again.

“That’s different, I didn’t know you were a hockey player.”

“You noticed my Bruins sweater pretty quick.”

“That doesn’t count.” Foegs pushes back at Dougie’s foot with the hand that’s not holding onto his chopsticks. Dougie holds him at bay, looking like it doesn’t take any effort at all. “I was already in your bedroom. It was on your floor.” They’re at an impasse, counterpressure by Foegs holding Dougie’s foot in midair.

Andrei always likes to watch Foegs try to pick a fight with Dougie. It’s like watching a fly in a pasture buzzing around a big placid bull. It’s comfortable. It’s comfortable to spend time at Dougie’s apartment, across the city from campus, with people who know who they are and what they want to do.

“So what?” Dougie suddenly pulls his foot back so Foegs, still pushing, almost tips over on top of him.

Foegs straightens himself up. “You were already going to get it.” He jabs his chopsticks at Dougie triumphantly. “Before I knew you played.”

Andrei doesn’t understand why Foegs wouldn’t want to hook up with a hockey player. It’s kind of nice to think that’s possible. It’s nice to see Dougie’s glove resting on Foegs’ helmet after a goal, and know it means a little bit more. Andrei never would have thought of that in Russia, or in Michigan. The rainbow Safe Space signs didn’t make it as far as the locker room at the rink where his high school team played.

Dougie, unbothered, steals a dumpling. “Nice of you to stick around after you figured it out.”

Foegs smirks. “I kind of had to, the team needed another D-man.”

Dougie tips the broccoli beef onto the coffee table and pins Foegs in a headlock. Chopsticks go flying. While they struggle, Andrei reaches over to sit the takeout container upright before the contents ooze out.

Foegs, with his head smushed against Dougie’s chest, catches sight of him out of the corner of his eye. “Hey.” He digs a finger into Dougie’s ribs. “Hey, Dougie, I think we’re missing the point here.”

Andrei sinks back in his chair, out of the very limited angle of Foegs’ vision.

Dougie’s watching him now, though. “Oh yeah?” He lets Foegs go. After looking around in vain for his chopsticks, he fishes in the empty takeout bag for a fork instead. “What’s that?”

Foegs rakes a hand through his hair, tousling it back into place. He leers at Andrei. “Why’s our new twink friend asking about Marty?”

“Stop it.” Andrei tucks his smile down into his container of noodles. He pokes his chopsticks at a bite of chicken. “I just wonder.”

The expression on Foegs’s face sharpens. “If you’re wondering if he’s flirting with you, the answer’s probably yes.”

“Hmm.” Andrei hums neutrally, channeling Dougie’s imperviousness. Pasture. Cow. Tail flick.

Foegs looks like he’s ready to pounce. Andrei chews slowly, swallows, and snares another bite of noodles. He glances at Dougie. Dougie raises his eyebrows at him, no help.

When Andrei doesn’t add anything, Foegs sits back a bit. “Marty’s just here for a good time.”

“Oh, big surprise,” Andrei scoffs at him. Of course Marty’s fun. He’s fun to play hockey with. Probably, Andrei thinks, he would probably be fun to do other things with. If Foegs means it to be a warning, it’s not an effective one. Andrei wouldn’t mind a good time. He’s a thousand miles away from anyone who’d care, and he wants to have some fun.

#good times extras #lafiwrimo #i'm starting to recognize that i get kind of a hangover after writing a long fic #where my brain wants to linger in that world a little longer #and that often results in me writing a coda #and i recognize that my brain is doing this now #self-soothing by mapping out what the next few years of this relationship would look like #and i'm trying to figure out what would be the most effective way to get past that #allowing myself this bonus scene is one tactic i am trying #and i'm not sure whether it would be better to dump all my future thoughts into a google doc just to keep #or to discipline myself to just move on #if anybody else experiences this phenomenon i would love to hear your tactics #p.s. for svech's 21st birthday dougie and foegs absolutely take him and marty to whatever the gayest bar in town is

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hobiwonder · 5 years

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imagine dealing with low libido jungkook bc he's been stressed about exams or smth. smut and very bad crack ahead skzjsksjsk

"for the billionth time, i don't have erectile dysfuntion disorder y/n!" jungkook is pinching the bridge of his nose with a sigh that sounds like he got done doing manual labour. He was so dramatic you almost wanted to twist his nipples. Hm, that might actually help.

"stop looking at me like that you weirdo." he really is looking at you like you're a weirdo when you're just trying to help your bf get a hard on for you. Esp now that you're sitting in his lap without a bra and only a sweater. though he cant tell you're braless. yet.

"are you in to nipple twisting? wait let me try." you're struggling with your cute but not hard at all bf who's fighting you like a baby, swatting his hands at you like you're a fly.

"oh my god. stop! im just tickl- y/n. fuck!" your eyes widen at his exclaimation but lips form a pout when he glares at you.

"that was not sexy. at all. that fucking hurt."

"hey im just trying to help get you a stiffy."

"you did not just say that. i think my dick shrank a few inches." you weren't mad about it if that was the case. his dick needed a bit of shrinking. it was way too big for your poor vagina.

"hey don't pretend to be all hot shit. you used to get hard whenever i said 'tits'. Remember?"

"i might if you show them to me." his greasy smirk should put you off but it only makes you wetter. god damn it. he was too hot even if his dick wasn't feeling it. you tried not to let it get to you especially when he reassured you that it's just stress. But surely your boobs ought to undo his tightly wounded nerves? right?

you didn't want to find out somehow. so you'd resorted to other means to unwound him.

"yeah but tell me," you push him back further against the headboard so he's resting comfortably and not like he's about to pounce on someone like a neandrathal with their fight or flight instincts hightened. he really needed to chill. "how do your balls feel?? heavy?? are you feeling hot all over or getting random hot flushes during the day when you're in class?"

"that makes it sound like i have some chronic illness babe. but no... no tight balls here." he's sighing again. probably just as frustrated. "i'm just stressed 's all." he's shrugging nonchalantly as he rubs your arms in an attempt to sooth your defeated face that looks like a puppy that's been kicked.

"baby," jungkook slips his hands underneath yoir sweat, swearinf under his breath when he finds your breasts bare and rolls the stiff peaks of your nipples gently, "i know you're trying to help and all by feeding me all those pistachio nuts. yeah i know what you're trying to do you little minx."

you would retort. you would. because how dare he be so smug for a guy who cant pop one out for their gf!! but you're too busy trying not to let your eyes roll to the back of your head - instead just moaning gently, breathlessly - as he keeps pinching and gropping your breasts.

"i-im just trying to-ohh," you lose your train of thought for a few seconds there before pushing your chest in his hands again as he watches it rapidly rise up and down. "t-trying to increase your libido you little twink!"

"by feeding me all those nuts?" his eyebrow raise makes it seem like he's scolding you. but it's all in good fun.

"d-duh. so you can feed me your nut. get it?"

your dazed smile is too proud for the dumb joke you've just made but god damn, jungkook wants to kiss the hell out of his goofy girlfriend that he loves more than a good fuck. hm. thats a close second especially if it's with you.

"yes. i get it you little nerd." he's smiling ear to ear and you're leaning forward to kiss his pretty mouth when he imterrupts with a whisper. "can i?"

you're nervous but trying not to show it. it's not like it's the first time he'll be seeing you but there is something nervewracking about being bare infront of him when there is a possibility that maybe it is you. That it's not the stress and just you and your body that just doesnt do it for him anymore. you're not dumb nor oblivious. your boyfriend is too gorgeous for him to not know that fact either and think about what's out there he's missing by being a one woman man.

"hey... you okay? what's the matter?" god bless his sweet, ardent face that's still concerned about you as his hands cup your face lovingly. eyes forcing yours to not stray from his. how were you supposed to not be honest to that face. ugh.

"i just... i don't want to be rejected by the jungcock. i don't think i can handle finding out you find me gross since i gained all this weight."

the worry is still there in his eyes but now a lot wattered down becausw of your word vomit and exceptional ability to make everything less serious with your obnoxious rambling.

"i cannot believe you've named my dick let alone named it 'jungcock'." his eyes are rolling again but his hands have slid down again to the hem of your sweater while his lips fall to your arching neck.

"you are not gross to me silly girl. In fact i think you're the only one who can get me hard by just being funny." his hands have slid furyher down to your hips and in your worry about jungkook finding you unattractive you forgotten what position you both were in. A position that should've made it so much easier for you to feel the hardening length beneath you, pushing up against your damp panties. holy fuck.

"you're hard again oh my god." your dumbass self actually pushes her body up to look down and inspect if his erection is actually real or not while jungkook just rests his back against the headboard to let you have at it. looking up like he's waiting for you to do your thing and not bothering with asking you what you're on about anymore.

"yes. who would've known your unfiltered rambling could get me going than any type of aphrodisiac or porn." jungkook has a shit eating grin on his face but it's his sarcastic tone that has yoir hand squeezing him. and not to make him feel good.

"i was trying to help your noodle, you noodle!" jungkook is muttering under his breath again about shrivelling up at your nickname for his cock.

"but seriously... admit it. it was the pistachios right?? they had you feeling tingling in your dingaling? right?" your face is almost mashed in to his own as you try to have him confess. his bitchass needs to confess that your little trick worked!!

"i am going to literally ignore all of that. so if you can lean back and let me have a look at your tits before my dick shrinks for real, that would be great thank you." he said it like he was ordering food. what the fuck. the nerve of this boy-

"you're so rude. im the one who's not even wet anymore bwcausw of this disrespect." he's hust humming along as he pulls your sweater off finally; tits jiggling slightly as the garment is lifted and so is jungkook's cock. The length just seems to grow ans grow and grow until it feels like he's pushing it in you on purpose. When he leans down to campture a nipple in his hot mouth you cant help but keen as his cock pushes in to a little more. nudging the button of your clit enough to have you arching your back and gushing in your panties.

"sure about that babe? i can feel your hot juices leaking on to my cock. naughty girl."

"it's-... i-its rude to talk with your mouth full." and full it was. with your nipples. he was lickinf and sucking the peaks gently enough to have you writhing on his stiff cock. each swipe of his tongue was laving your tits in his saliva making a mess of you. jungkook liked messy.

"you're going to teach me manners are you now? i might learn if you grind those hips nice and slow on me babe. It's been so long. i need you to show me how badly you've waited for this." he's groping his own genitals heavily as he says 'this' and then pushing your hips down hard on to him making you mewl. you could feel every ridge, every curve of his hot cock searing through ypur sodden panties and god oh god. fucking hell you were so thankful he was able to relax enough to do this. you missed him so much and right now you felt like you were going to die without an orgasm. sure you came plenty of times by yourself. but it was jungkook who you really craved.

"i l-love you jungkook. so much. i d-dont care if you never get hard again after this i j-just- of fuck. I just want you to know i l-love you. i'll buy a s-sex toy or something. o-or get a m-mold of your dick. Oh god." you're crying out like you're about to start sobbing. and jungkook is trying to muffle his laughter by pushing more of your boobs in his mouth.

"babe. i love you too. so much. dont worry about that right now. Just cum for me okay? cum on me. i want your scent all over me."

he's pulling he crotch of your panties aside so your naked cunt can drag all over the thick bulge in his jeans. Just a few more grinds of your clit over his fat erection and you're rubbing your sticky cum all over his jeans.

"that's it baby. let it go. You deserve everything from me and more. i'm going to fuck this pussy so good now. mhm. keep going." he's watchinf between the two of you where you're still dragging your twitching pussy, tears streaming down your face as his hands help you move over him. when you're wincing from the sensitivity; jungkook is flipping you over to lay you down beneath him. he looks like a fucking porn star - hotter even - undoing his belt as he watches you dazed and crazed from just grinding on him.

"ready for me to 'nut' in you?"

you're laughing uglily and know you fucking love jeon jungkook.

a/n: this got too sappy dixjissksjs thoughts??

#jungkook drabble #yoooooooooo i had this idea out of nowhere

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chaoslordjoe · 4 years

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Iceberg Week Day 3-Swim Lessons: Cannonball!

Author's note: The original version of this prompt, I wasn't happy with at all. Hence the sudden repost of anyone who recalls how I originally wrote it. That being said, I hope you enjoy this prompt if you are just now stumbling across it.

[Weiss sat at the rooftop pool at SDC’s Vale headquarters. Her one-piece was, you guessed it, ice blue adorned with a pink ribbon around the chest and a see-through sarong. Through her sunglasses, she was anxious for Neptune to show up already. Today was going to be some swimming lessons for him. Something that Weiss had planned on for a while.

Ruby hung with them, casually swimming and splashing with Zwei as Weiss couldn’t help but think about how she was going to help with her boyfriend’s lessons. The thought made her sigh. Yeah, he agreed to it. But at what cost would it be? Obviously, Weiss didn’t do it to make him uncomfortable or put him on the spot. But it wasn’t going to be an easy task.]

Ruby: *sits at the edge of the pool, cuddling Zwei* Weiss? Weiss.

Weiss: *looks at Ruby* Yeah.

Ruby: How much longer is Neptune gonna take? He's been in the locker room for hours.

Weiss: His hydrophobia isn't an easy thing to overcome, Ruby. Jokes aside about what happened at Vytal, we can't rush him into simply outgrowing his fears in a snap. I'm afraid it's not as simple as just learning how to properly face a Grimm on foot.

Ruby: *pets Zwei* I know. But it's been going on for so long at this point that I dunno if his Team can really focus on some missions near the water.

Weiss: Right. Hence why he asked me to teach him. I'm the one who took him to the side about it, after all.

[Ruby sat Zwei down on the surface. The corgi immediately shook himself dry and listened in on the girls' conversation, bobbing his head to the side at whoever was speaking.]

Ruby: Wait a minute, wait a minute. So Sun never talked to him about it?

Weiss: Well, he planned to- -

Ruby: Neither did Scarlett?

Weiss: Actually, he was gonna- -

Ruby: Sage?!

Weiss: RUBY! Could you please let me speak, dolt?!

Ruby: *inches back in the water* Sorry!

Weiss: No-no, that's alright. I…Kinda worded that wrong. See, the boys had debated it with Neptune after their clash with Team NDGO. But then when they moved to Vacuo after the Fall, there really wasn’t much room for swim lessons apart from the oasis they'd stop by to rest up. And since they were so high up in Mistral's mountain ranges, there wasn’t much time to discuss that, either. Especially with how they only came for farewells with how we had to get to Argus.

Ruby: *inches up* Wow, so he trusted you to teach him?

Weiss: Yes. Neptune asked me since there really wasn’t much room for the boys to teach him due to their own duties at Shade at the time. I figured we'd fly out to the company office to make this easier, as sort of a comparison to the fear of heights versus the fear of water.

Ruby: *smiles* Aww. Well, I think it was really sweet what you're doing for your boyfriend.

Weiss: Yes, he- -What?! Oh my gods, no! We are not dating right now!

Ruby: *smug look* Then why did you sneak photos of him and his teammates in the locker room one time?

Weiss: Shut up, that was Coco who took the photos and left them on my desk!

Ruby: *cat smile* Uh-huhhhhh~!

Weiss: Argh! If I had one of those Pyrrha dolls, I would throw it at your head.

Ruby: *frowns* Geez. Rub it in, why don't you.

[Just as the girls were about to resume their banter, the doors to the poolhouse opened revealing Neptune in a red speedo and a life vest. He wore water wings for good measure as he nervously smiled at the girls.

The vest, predictably, failed to hide his lean figure. If anything, his perfectly toned ass was on display more with the speedo. Neptune wasn't a Herculean titan like Jaune, Sage, Yatsuhashi, or the like. But his twink-like figure was more than enough to catch Weiss' attention, which sold quickly.]

Weiss: Oh…There you are! I figured you needed a moment to acclimate to the pool. (He's hot! He's hot! I completely forgot about this until now and he's so incredibly hot! It's gotta be a war crime to look this good!)

Neptune: You, uh…You ready to start, Weiss? *embarrassed grin*

Weiss: Y-Yeah, of course. Come here, let me help you into the water.

[Weiss offered Neptune her hand as Klein came by with refreshments for the three of them. The Schnee clan's butler wore a Hawaiian pattern shirt and shorts as he brought Ruby a cherry soda.]

Klein: Thirsty, Miss Rose?

Ruby: *takes soda* Yep. Thanks, Klein.

Klein: *bows* My pleasure, ma'am. I take it you are also enthralled with Mister Vasilias' body?

[Ruby got out of the pool, towling herself off as she sat in a chair with her soda.]

Ruby: That's not really my thing. But how often has this happened with Weiss?

Klein: Well, many boys have come to the pool with her in the past. Not in Atlas, but here. Predictably, they were interested in Weiss' money rather than her personality.

Ruby: *sips soda* I guess it's a first with Neptune, then.

Klein: Hmm. Indeed.

Neptune: *walks to the edge of the pool with Weiss, holding her hand* This is fine, this is fine…

Weiss: *smiles* It’ll be fine, Neptune. Just focus on me. We'll get this done together. How deep can you usually go?

Neptune: Huh?

Weiss: How deep in water can you go?

Neptune: W-Well, I can dip my feet in the water. But going beyond my ankle is where I start to panic.

Weiss: Just don't let go of me. Keep holding my hand, and we'll start with standing in the shallow end.

Neptune: Alright…

[Weiss stepped into the pool first, feeling her hand tightened by Neptune's thick grasp. She winced a little, but dipped her thighs in, gesturing Neptune to follow.

The intellectual hesitated, then nodded by dipping his ankles after his girlfriend went into the drink. He gasped a little. He then noticed that Weiss began stroking into the pool. A surge of panic went through him, diving in after her.]

Neptune: Weiss, hang on! *dives forward*

Weiss: What, Neptune- -?! *gets pounced by Neptune* GAH!

[Ruby raised her sunglasses, noticing them both falling in from Neptune's jump.]

Ruby: GUYS! *Petal Bursts into the pool, diving in after them*

Klein: Good heavens!

[As Ruby dived in after them, Klein made a beeline for the lifeguard post and grabbed the inner tube ring. Just as Ruby pulled out Weiss, she let go of Neptune who floated up, gasping for air as Ruby held up her partner.]

Weiss: Neptune? Neptune, can you hear me?!

Neptune: *shakes head* Hah! W-Weiss?

Weiss: *swims over to Neptune, hugging him* Yeah, it's me. What the hell got into you there?

Neptune: Um… *bites lip*

Weiss: Neptune. Please tell me what’s going through your head.

Neptune: I'm- - *hugs Weiss* I'm scared of the water because I shocked my friends when I was a kid.

Weiss: *looks up* What?

Neptune: Basically, my mom was taking us out for a swim after my dad was hospitalized at the time. My friends and I, we- -We were having fun for a while, but then my friend Scylla and I were hanging out by the car. I thought I saw mom drowning, but it was actually one of Scylla's relatives. I ran in, and, my mind went blank.

Klein: *frowns* Oh dear.

Ruby: How did you get out?

Neptune: Okay, I can basically cast static electricity. I can charge it over time, but I mostly can just shock my way out of some problems. It's not really lethal against Humanoids. This shock back then, though…Whew! Just as I was gonna black out, I zapped myself awake, then the whole pool lit up along with the other kids. I survived, but I was pretty much scared of water after that.

Weiss: What happened to them?

Neptune: Gods, I'm not even sure. But the last I heard when the police finally finished questioning us was that…That my friends were also hospitalized and homeschooled for a while. *lets go of Weiss* I've never been so embarrassed about one of my fears. I'm sorry, Weiss. This might not be a good day for lessons.

[Zwei gave a sad whimper, with Klein's “Bashful” personality kicking in at this sight. But Weiss wasn’t having any of his excuses today, and gave Neptune another hug from behind. Her chest sat against his rocky back. And she pillowed her head against the back of his neck.]

Weiss: Neptune. You have nothing to be sorry about. That was then, this is now. Besides, you admitted you trusted me to help you with this, right? So I'm gonna help you because I love you, and wanna help you through your pain. Don't EVER be afraid to ask for my help.

Neptune: But- -Alright. You're right, Weiss. I gotta stop worrying with you around. *takes Weiss' legs into piggyback position* Let's uh…Let's try again tomorrow. Water's getting a little cold.

[Weiss hugged him tighter, nuzzling the back of his neck and planting several kisses while brushing the side of her lengthy hair against his shaved spots.]

Weiss: Is this better, sweetie?

Neptune: *blushes* Well, uh… *smiles* Yeah, it is. *steps out of the pool, shedding water wings still carrying* Thanks, Weiss. I knew you'd listen.

Weiss: Of course, Neptune. Ruby, why don't we shower up and get lunch?

Ruby: *smirks, getting out of pool* You just don't wanna see Neptune all wet and naked right now, do you?

Weiss: *blushes* N-No! Not until we're married…Okay, maybe a little.

Klein: *switches to Doc personality, chuckling* Never a dull moment. I shall go retrieve your towels at once.

Weiss: *gets off of Neptune's back* Thank you, Klein. Could you please give Zwei a bath as well?

Ruby: He likes baths, just be sure to lure him in with some toys I brought.

Zwei: Ruff-ruff!

Klein: Certainly, Miss Rose!

[The heroes dispersed to wash up for the afternoon, before enjoying lunch together. Weiss wasn’t going to let Neptune's aquaphobia bring him down so easily, because nothing could stop a Schnee from achieving her goal with their SO. Such was the nature of Neptune and Weiss' relationship.]

#rwby #rwby shipping #rwby weiss #weiss schnee #rwby neptune #neptune vasilias #iceberg week #ship week #rwby ship week #shipping prompt #shipping

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Eyes on me

V x reader, NSFW, Lemon, possessiveness.

So this one was requested by @amofbebbanburg a while ago. So sorry it took so long but I’m finally done! Hope it was worth the wait! Enjoy a bit of hate/sexual tension between our poet and the reader!

Anyone who was even remotely involved in the devil hunting business, knew who Dante was. He was a legend in the community.

And you were his partner.

He said he saw something in you. Although you were human, you had guts. You were ballsy and had a zeal for life although you weren’t afraid to risk it for the sake of smashing demons to a pulp. You spent a good portion of your time together and although you weren’t romantically involved with him, you idolised him and you were fiercely protective of him.

So when you entered Devil May Cry that day, to see an unrecognisable figure clothed in black hunched over Dante’s desk, your stomach jolted. You immediately drew your twin swords and began towards the man in question, stopping after only a few steps to absorb the sight you saw. Dante was... smiling. In fact he looked overjoyed.

He held one of the strangers thin arms in his hands, looking in awe at the swirls of tattoos stretched over them, commenting on how “gnarly" they were and tracing them with his fingers in fascination. Your fists clenched around your weapons as you slowly returned them to their sheathes. The mysterious man chuckled at Dante’s statement, his voice so deep it made you shudder. Who was he, why was he here and why was Dante having such fun in his presence?

You didn’t like him.

You knew nothing about the tattooed gentleman in front of you but you knew that much. You stepped forward with deliberately heavy feet, causing Dante to look up at you in surprise, as if he hadn’t noticed your presence before. No response from the other, in fact he didn’t even move his eyes in acknowledgement of your existence.

“Oh hey babe!” Dante exclaimed, grin beaming on his face. That’s right, you thought, flash that grin my way. “Perfect timing! I’d like to introduce the newest member of our group. (Y/N), this is V.” He gestured towards the gentleman.

Newest…member?

His head finally turned, his gaze piercing from green eyes as a smirk stretched up his right cheek. He put his arm across his chest and bent slightly in a mock bow, eyes never leaving yours. “The pleasure is all mine.” The words rolled off his tongue in a slightly sarcastic tone.

“Charmed.” You responded abruptly, before you turned to look back at Dante. “Could I maybe have a word,” you turned back to look at V to see him pulling out a book from his jacket pocket, oblivious to your glances, “in private.” He opened the book up, smirking once more as he walked towards the stairway, swirling what appeared to be a cane in his other hand nonchalantly.

“Now now, play nice.” Dante’s words drew your eyes back to him.

“Newest member?” You questioned. “What good is a twink like him going to be on the battlefield? The demons will use him like a toothpick; surely he’ll just get in the way?” You spoke quieter, but still loud enough that you knew V would hear.

“Hey, don’t look at me. He came on Morrison’s personal recommendation, and you know he’s a helluva good judge of character considering he’s the reason you’re here.” He poked you affectionately in the chest. You couldn’t deny that Morrison had an eye for the elite. He’s always picked the best and never fails to find you and Dante the best jobs. For the first time though, you were doubting his judgement. “And anyway,” Dante continued, breaking you from your daze, “you’ll get to see soon enough. Got a job lined up for us all this evening. Think of it as a group bonding session.” You huffed loudly in protest.

“Why do we need anyone else? You, me, Trish, lady, Nero; we got this. There’s never been a job that we haven’t been able to do.” You shifted on the spot, kicking your feet against the desk in an act of petulant defiance.

I like it just being you and me, was what you wanted to say, but you couldn’t bring yourself to utter the words. You turned your head to look back towards where V was stood and, to your surprise he was no longer there. Your eyes darted around the room before a shrill, undignified shriek left your throat, as his breath caught against your ear.

“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.” He laughed from the depths of his throat at your reaction, as you hopped away defensively, face flushed with what you could only assume was anger as he closed the book with one hand in a smooth motion. “It seems your keen senses I’ve heard so much about leave little to be desired.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but stopped yourself as your eyes were drawn to his arm, noticing that his tattoos had… changed? No, it was more like there were less of them than before, outlines left where thick black ink once was. The hair on your arms stood on end as you felt something brush against your leg. You drew your swords again as you turned on whatever it was, ready to attack; Until you heard that laugh again. He was toying with you now.

You relaxed your posture and looked down to see the back end of what looked like a giant panther, walk slowly towards V and curl around his legs. It’s coat was the most eerily dark black you’d ever seen, and markings not dissimilar to his tattoos glowed infrequently against its fur.

“Impressive eh?” Dante interjected, noticing your reaction. “And she’s the quiet one. Just wait till you meet the glorified chicken.” You knew there’d be some sort of catch, an ace up the man’s sleeve, but this was something else.

You sheathed your weapons once again. “Is that… a demon?” You had to ask, although you hated that fact that your curiosity was peaked.

“In the flesh.” V answered. At that, the demon gazed up directly into your eyes, rearing back as if to pounce at you. You tensed as its teeth bared, then suddenly it dissipated, almost melting into the ground before turning to a thick smoke that rose towards V and disappeared into his skin. His tattoos had returned to normal, squirming ever so slightly against his skin. You couldn’t help but find yourself stare, as your mind processed what just happened.

“It would appear that she likes you.” You couldn’t see it, but you could hear the smirk on his lips, as he leisurely strolled past you to lean against the desk, resting his cane down on the surface and crossing his arms across his chest. You huffed again, feeling irritated by how much control he felt he had over the current situation.

“So,” Dante started, breaking the tension, throwing his feet up onto his desk loudly “this job. Morrison’s been tipped off that a hell gate’s going to open on the other side of town tonight. No idea what’s gonna come out of it so we’re kinda going in blind. Area’s already evacuated, Lady and Trish saw to that so we should be good to go all out!” He stretched his arms out in front of him, cracking his knuckles as he looked your way. “You up for it?” He grinned and winked suggestively.

You smirked back at him, quickly drawing and stabbing one of your swords into the desk, in the gap between his legs. “What do you think?”

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The journey was pretty uneventful and mostly just involved you making idle conversation with Dante, displaying to the newcomer just how close you both were. You also had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting the “glorified chicken" Dante told you about. You assumed he and V shared similar feelings towards you as from the moment he met you, he couldn’t help but throw cheesy insults at you like they were going out of fashion. You’d tried shooting him out of the sky on multiple occasions but he would always manage to dodge around the bullets. The one time you actually came close enough to ruffle his feathers, he retreated back onto V's tattoos before contact was made. At least he’ll be quiet now you had thought.

The job began without a hitch. You arrived with enough time to prepare and, as you had been advised, there wasn’t a person in sight. You couldn’t help but be impressed by what Trish and Lady could accomplish when the stakes were high.

Right on cue, the Hell Gate opened. The first few waves came as standard; Empussa, Hell Caina and a few hellbats; Easy. You were human, and you were very aware of it. You had freaky demon healing gems to thank for your survival so far, that and the awesome devil arms that you had on loan from Dante. He knew you had amazing combat instincts and skills and was always impressed with your acrobatic ability, but it was painfully obvious from your many spars with him that you lacked the strength to cut through demon carapace. Luckily, he had plenty of weapons which cut through it like butter.

You were fighting with a bit more panache than normal today, trying your best to show V what you were made of. You could see him glancing over at you, smirking as he commanded his demons to gouge and slice his enemies; Which they did, with extreme prejudice. If he didn’t irritate you so much, you would have complimented him on his teamwork with his familiars, shadow and griffon as you had come to learn. The way griffon was always there for him when he needed to retreat from an oncoming attack, or the way shadow launched demons into the air with his scythe like tail, for V to throw himself with immense speed towards them, finishing them off with his cane. You wouldn’t have believed it possible for someone to fight this way before today, before seeing it with your own eyes.

“Hey (Y/N)! Watch your six!” You heard Dante shout, snapping you from your thoughts as you dashed to the side to avoid a downward strike from a Hell Caina’s scythe from behind you. Focus, you told yourself. It wasn’t like you to get distracted, yet this was the second time today you’ve been caught off guard. You turned and deflected the next strike with your swords, before ducking and stabbing both swords into the demons torso, before pushing them outwards, cleaving it in two.

You saw another nearby weakened by Dante’s gunfire. You ran towards it and readied a sweep to finish it off before V appeared in front of you, sticking his cane between its eyes to finish it off before turning to you.

“Too slow little mouse.” He mocked, before Griffon swooped in laughing, grabbing V by the arm.

“Score one for Shakespeare!” He flew with him in tow, returning to battle. Tsk, you clicked, “Don’t get in my way.” You muttered under your breath irritably, before chasing after him.

The larger demons began pouring in now, signalling the end of the wave. You returned to Dante’s side and helped him deal with 2 Empussa Queens. This was what you loved, fighting side by side with the legendary demon hunter. This was how it always was and always has been. You were about to deliver the final blow before V shot past your vision, dragging his cane down the final Queen’s abdomen, causing a pained squeal from the demon, before it turned to dust.

“Impressive. Knew there was more to you than met the eye.” Dante nodded in approval, his praise to the newcomer making your blood boil.

“You can’t just finish it off like that and take all the glory, that was my kill!” You marched towards the leather clad man, weapons in hand.

“You looked weary. I didn’t want you wasting energy unnecessarily. I couldn’t have you passing out on us in the middle of battle now could I, little mouse.” That pet name again.

“I’m not a little mouse, I’m as capable in battle as you.” Your face was burning, your ears on fire. “I could go like this for hours. You’re the one who looks fragile! Who needs a cane at your age anyway?” Why does he get under my skin so much? Just stop, you were battling yourself in your own mind.

“Listen toots,” Griffon started, “V here hasn’t got much going on in the strength department, but he’s got us! What have you got, some fancy swords?”

“Come and try me chicken! I’ll show you what these fancy swords can-“

You were cut off abruptly to the sound of heavy footsteps, and lots of them. 3 Behemoths had started making their way towards you, preparing to charge.

“Shit!” Dante exclaimed, as he grabbed you by the arm to pull you out the way. “Hey, Mr. Poetry! Get out of the way!” V remained, glued to the spot as he turned to face the oncoming stampede. Your heart was racing, sure he irritated you but you didn’t want him to die.

“V! What are you doing, are you crazy!?” You shouted towards him. He merely turned his head to stare you straight in the eye, before raising his arm above his head.

*SNAP*

The sound of his fingers snapping together echoed against the surrounding walls, and for a moment it felt as though time stopped. The black from his hair had lifted, showing only pure white underneath, not dissimilar to Dante’s. The next thing you knew, what looked like a meteor shot down from the sky, crashing in the centre of the demons, knocking them back from the centre of the impact. Mouth agape, you watched as the puddle of black ooze that remained on the ground grew, forming legs and arms, taking the shape of a large black golem.

“Hell yeah!” You heard Dante shout, as he ran from your side towards V. “Now that’s more like it!”

You shook your head to ground yourself then followed after Dante. What followed was carnage. The creature swung its giant arms, smashing the armour from the demons like it was made of glass. You knew from experience just how much of a beating it takes to achieve such a feat. Dante returned to the centre of the fight with renewed vigour, jumping around the golems strikes, slashing at the weakened demons. They looked so, in sync. Rather than annoyance, you felt your heart sink in your chest.

I can’t compete with that.

You knew the job needed finishing, so you re-entered the battle, following Dante and V’s lead. The poet was now perched on the golems shoulder, gripping onto his cane that was embedded in the creature. You aimed for a behemoth’s tongues, slicing them off to prevent them flailing and attacking. You went in for the finishing strike before hearing Griffon shriek.

“Hey toots! Get outa the way!” You turned to look up, before seeing a light shoot from what you assumed to be the golem’s eye towards the floor. You gasped and leapt back, as quickly as your body would allow, as the ground erupted from beneath the Behemoths, sending them flying into the air screeching as they fell. Some debris hit your arm, as you shielded your face from any impact. The last thing you saw before the hell gate closed was V’s afterimage as he quickly and cleanly finished off each demon.

Your legs gave way below you as you fell to the ground, panting, sweat on your brow. You swear your life flashed before your eyes for a moment.

“What the fuck!?” You shouted, it coming out with much less force than you wanted as you tried to catch your breath. “Are you trying to kill me?!” You couldn’t believe him. At some point, the black had returned to his hair and the golem was nowhere to be seen as he approached your side, offering a hand to help you up, an expression on his face that you hadn’t seen from him so far; concern.

You batted his hand away as you drew yourself back up shakily, picking your discarded weapons up from the floor and starting back towards the shop.

“I’m heading back. Keep him away from me.” You thought you heard Dante’s voice but it didn’t register what he said. You didn’t turn back once for the rest of the walk back.

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The next few days went by in a blur.

When you had all returned after that night, you both got a stern telling off by Dante. A bit of back and forth was all well and good, but when it nearly got you both killed, that was too far. You had both begrudgingly agreed to try and get on and, although neither of you were fired, you were told no more jobs until you “kissed and made up”. It killed you that Dante had been taking on most of the work himself to compensate. He had decided it would be an excellent idea for you to both stay at the shop in the spare rooms. You were basically on house arrest, and stuck in V’s company and no matter what you tried; he just kept managing to twist you the wrong way.

It was such small petty things that irritated you so much. You sighed as you carried a used bowl from the coffee table into the kitchen then headed upstairs to give him a piece of your mind. You told him yesterday to stop doing this and yet, he persisted. You stopped when you saw a towel left in a heap on the floor of the corridor just past the bathroom. You picked it up and stormed towards his room. Seeing the door was slightly ajar, you pushed it open and threw the towel in towards his bed.

“I swear to god V, what have I told yo-“ You stopped immediately when you realised he was stood in the centre of his room, completely naked. Your eyes acted on their own, scanning his body as heat rose to your cheeks. Your heart skipped wildly in your chest as you blurted out “S-sorry!” and shut the door, almost sprinting back to the front room. You sat in Dante’s empty seat, put your arms on the desk in front of you, and slammed your face into them. You groaned. Why didn’t I knock, you thought; he told me about knocking. This had almost happened once before, but last time he managed to push the door shut before you entered.

You continued to hit your head against your arms as your mind processed what you saw, the image of the man in the nude embedded in your memory. Your cheeks were still blazing. Why was your mind reacting this way? You’d seen Dante naked too many times to count. He was shameless in his behaviour, especially after he’d had a few drinks. However, the sight of him in the nude would always just make you groan and shake your head, it was comical to you. But this, this was different.

You hadn’t said anything to Dante because you didn’t want to give him the victory, but your opinion of the poet had changed since your confinement. You still weren’t at the point where you’d be happy to refer to him as your friend, but you found his presence… less annoying. You wouldn’t go as far as to say you enjoyed it, but it was preferable to being on your own. You had forgiven him in your own way for the laser incident, and after 2 solid days of avoidance and silent treatment you had started talking. What started as small talk slowly developed into more personal discussions about each other’s interests and you would tell stories about your exploits with your devil hunter partner. Yet you still somehow always ended up in some kind of heated argument or disagreement, before storming off to your room for some peace. There was just some kind of constant tension in the air that you couldn’t put your finger on, and even the slightest spark would light it up.

With a frustrated growl, you pushed yourself and the chair back until you were practically horizontal, only to find yourself staring directly into V’s green eyes.

“Why hello little mouse. What did I tell you about knocking before entering?” Your eyes widened as you jolted forward to stand up out of the seat, in shock at not hearing him approach. You didn’t get far before you were pulled backwards again, V’s cane across your chest holding you in place.

“I said I was sorry, what’re you doing?” He spun you around to face him, cane lifted off your chest and dropped to the ground beside him,, his hands resting on the chairs armrests as he dipped his head down so his eyes were level with yours. You noticed his chest was still bare and you thought you saw the hem of some black sweatpants resting around his hips.

“I’m doing exactly what Dante told us to do.”

“Wha-“. You were cut off by his lips crashing into yours. Your eyes widened at the sudden contact, body tensing as his lips moved against yours. You tried to react, but the resistance left your body as soon as his eyes locked with yours. His expression was dark, unlike you’d ever seen. Your eyes rolled back into your head and a groan left your throat as his tongue pushed against your lips. You opened your mouth willingly, deepening the kiss.

What the hell am I doing?

His hands reached up into your hair as your tongues danced in your mouth. Your hand moved up to his arms, nails digging in as you grabbed him in defiance. He broke from the kiss, a line of saliva still connecting you. The hand in your hair tugged your head to the side, giving him access to your neck. You yelped as he nipped the soft skin with his teeth, mind still dizzy from your kiss. He followed up with some rough kisses, leaving small red marks down to your collarbone, before running his tongue back up towards your ear. His breath was hot against your earlobe.

“My my little mouse, just where has all that fight gone?” His voice was dangerously low, bordering on a growl. A spark shot through you from your loins to your chest at his words as you launched yourself out of the chair, hands moving from V’s arms to his wrists as you pushed him against the nearest wall, pinning his arms either side of his head.

I’m not losing this fight as well.

The impact of the wall and the sudden movement gained you a gasp as the air left the poets lungs. You copied his earlier actions, latching onto his neck, sucking and nibbling your way down before returning to the man’s mouth. Determined to stay in control, you forced your tongue into his mouth, tasting him as you removed your hands from his wrists in favour of running them over his exposed chest. You pulled your lips away as you stared him down, pushing him into the wall by his chest, you hands balling into fists, heavy breaths leaving your parted lips.

“What the hell is this?” You barked. To your irritation V chuckled in response.

“Are you telling me you want me to stop?’ His hand moved from the wall and ghosted across your jaw, cupping your chin with his index finger as he raised your head up to lock eyes with his again, his thumb gently brushing against your bottom lip. “Your face is telling a different story altogether. You can’t lie to me through those half closed eyes, little mouse.” You searched for a retort, but your mind was lost in a haze.

“That’s not what I said. I just don’t get it.” Was this his end goal? How could it have been, you thought. All he seemed to do was try to rile you up, pushing your buttons one after the other.

“What is there to not understand? Unless, it was I who misinterpreted your actions?” Actions? He smirked at your bemused look.

He started moving towards you, pushing you back with each step, his figure towering over yours. You instinctively took a step backwards for each one he took forwards, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your glances towards me, how you would chew on that bottom lip of yours.” He kept walking, his pace quickening as you began to trip over your own feet. “Do you think my own actions were accidental? You’re like an open book, your emotions so pure and so raw. I want to delve through your pages and memorise every word.” You gasped as something solid collided with the backs of your calves, causing you to fall backwards onto the couch that you’d been unconsciously guided towards.

“I’ve been trying to get an rise out of you since the moment I laid eyes on you.” You tried to pull yourself backwards along the couch, scrambling helplessly as he carried on moving himself towards you, crawling, continuing on like nothing was happening. Your back hit against the arm rest as you were stopped in your tracks, the poet now hovering over you, hands sunk into the seat either side of your hips. “But now,” he started, leaning in so his nose was touching against yours:

“I’ve had enough.”

His lips returned to yours, leaving to time for you to respond, your breath caught in your throat expressing itself as an involuntary groan. He shifted above you, as his lips teased against yours recklessly, tongue dipping in and out, leaving you wanting more. From his crouched position, he pushed one of his legs in between yours, knee brushing against your core causing your back to arch, stopping any attempts you may have had at closing them. He shifted his upper weight onto his elbows, hovering his body closer to yours and entangled your hair within his fingers.

He broke the kiss momentarily as you gasped for air, face flushed with desire and a noticeable throbbing between your legs. He tugged your hair to the side, giving him access to the side of your neck untouched by his previous ministrations. You noticed he was being rougher now, his nips grew more fierce, turning into open mouthed bites, something you didn’t realise you needed so much until the action caused a breathy moan to escape your lips as your hands grabbed and dug into his bare waist in response.

You were putty under his hands, no longer doubting his words. Whatever you thought you may have felt was now out in the open. He seemed to understand your own feelings and desires better than you did, and it made you feel helpless under him, a feeling you weren’t used to experiencing.

Fuck it.

You began to roll your hips against the leg in between yours, seeking the friction you needed. V responded by tugging your hair tighter and hissing through his teeth.

“Well well little mouse, finally decided-"

“Shut up.”

You cut him off abruptly, not wanting to play his little game anymore. You dragged your nails up his sides until your hands were in his hair, dragging his mouth back to yours. He gasped as your mouth hit his once again. Your hips continued to buck as his hands reached down to unbutton your shirt. You grumbled in impatience as you reached between your bodies to tear it open, sending buttons across the room, revealing your braless chest. You snaked your arms around his waist hurriedly and pulled your bodies flush together.

You weren’t planning on dragging this out. Your skin craved contact, and his body felt so good against yours. Your hands reached lower, sneaking under the waistband of the sweatpants as you grabbed his ass in your hands. You heard a groan in the depths of his throat in response to your actions, a sound that reverberated throughout your body straight to your core. You pulled his hips towards yours, you wanted to feel him. You wanted to know what you were doing to him. You needed to know that you weren’t the only one suffering with unbridled need from so little stimulation.

And oh you weren’t disappointed.

You pressed his crotch against you and couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation, your mouth parting from V's as you rolled your head back. His hard length rubbed against your clit through the thin material. Good, you thought. His hard exterior would have to falter eventually, you knew now he needed this as much as you did. You pulled your head back to observe his reaction, as you ground your hips against his.

That damn smirk was plastered on his face as a chuckle left his throat. Slightly flushed cheeks were the only sign of his apparent arousal as he stared at you with a vigour in his eyes.

“I knew you wanted me, but I honestly didn’t think you were this desperate.” Without warning, he lifted his lower half from you and shifted his weight to one of his arms. His other hand shot down your body, straight under the hem of your pants and began stroking your folds. Your back arched at the sudden contact, your wetness apparent at how easily his fingers slid against you.

“Just look at how wet you are for me, my little mouse. So eager, so wanting from so little. So ready for me.” Your hips were moving against your will, your mouth hanging open, breathy moans shamelessly leaving your lips with no resistance. His palm pressed against your clit, as his fingers ran so teasingly against your hole. You bucked into it, hands grabbing V's hips, nails digging in leaving bruises, you hoped.

Suddenly, a finger entered you up to the knuckle in one swift movement. There was no time for you to react before a second was pushed in alongside it and he began moving with long drawn out thrusts, his palm still pressing against you.

“And here I thought I would have to properly prepare you. Your practically swallowing me up.” Your walls clenched around his fingers at his words. God, the things he could do to you with those alone; that voice would be the death of you.

He lifted himself up from you, never letting up with his ministrations to pull the clothes from your bottom half in one swift motion, laying you bare for his eyes to vandalise. What a sight you must have been, you thought. Your hands had shifted to the armrest behind you, gripping for dear life as he curled his fingers inside you.

“Aah, fuck. V- aaah!”

He knelt over you like that for a short while, enjoying your reactions. Your eyes drifted open for a moment, as you stared open mouthed at the man. At some point he had shed his lower half of clothing and was now bare before you again. The spare hand he had that was not being used to plough into your heat was wrapped around his own arousal, pumping it vigorously. His eyes opened and met with yours momentarily, his lips slightly parted as the corners of his mouth lifted in an opened mouthed smirk.

A sensation shot up your spine, as his fingers curled into your sweet spot once more and his palm began to circle against your clit. The sensations were too much. You threw your head back in a silent scream as your body came undone below his lust filled eyes. You clamped around his fingers as his pace continued, unforgiving as you rode out the waves of pleasure against his hand.

He removed his fingers from you, as he prised your legs apart, placing his body in between them. He lifted your hips to rest against his bent legs as you felt his tip prod against your entrance. Your head jolted back as you tried to regain control of your breathing.

“V, w-wait. I-I need a minute.” Your eyes widened in panic at your current oversensitivity as he pressed further against you.

“I think I’ve waited long enough.” He spoke darkly as he pushed himself into you in one hard thrust. Your hands grabbed the couch for purchase as you pushed your head back, back arching and toes curling at the sudden intrusion. He stretched you thoroughly, reaching further inside you than you thought possible. You felt V's fingers dig into your hips as he held himself there for what felt like an eternity

“Oh my mouse, how I've longed for this. You’ve welcomed me so well; but you have made me wait.”

He pulled himself out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hips slapping against your own. He repeated the motion a number of times as a dark laugh left his throat.

“Now you are laid bare and at my mercy, of which I shall show you none.”

His pace quickened as he thrust into you hard and fast, your toes curling at the feeling of him ramming into your over sensitive walls. You couldn’t contain the strangled moans that escaped anymore as you writhe in his hands.

“Sing for me my pet.”

He shuffled his hips closer to you, and shifted your angle slightly before ploughing back into you.

“Aah, shit. It’s too much V, aaah- God it’s too much!”

He hit your sweet spot over and over, torturing you with sensations that made your mind go black, that filled your vision with stars.

You noticed his breathing had become erratic as well as he pulled out of you. He moved himself back slightly and pushed at your hips.

“On your front.” He demanded, and you weren’t going to question or disobey. You were too far gone.

You did as you were told as he haphazardly grabbed and placed a cushion under your hips. You felt the seat move below you, and the poet shifted his weight so that he was over you, his chest pressing against your back as his elbows held his weight either side of your shoulders. One of his hands snaked his fingers through your hair and tilted your head to the side and pushed it down as his throbbing cock rubbed against your entrance.

“Two things my pet.” His voice rumbled at a loud whisper against your exposed ear. “One: I’m going to pound you into this couch until your screaming my name and clenching around me, only then will I stop.”

He pushed his length back into you slowly, as your mouth fell open, drool rolling down your cheek.

“Two: I will be the only one you look at from now on.”

He began thrusting into you again with reckless abandon. The new angle causing you to tremble and spasm below him, as he scraped his cock against your walls, hitting your g spot with each thrust. With his weight partially pressed against you, there was little you could do but lie there and take it. For once, you were completely happy giving up control.

Your throat was becoming dry and raspy. A familiar heat was building in your core as V was guiding you towards an impossible second orgasm with his cock. You were so spent from your first you thought you were done. Your breathing became more erratic, your moans louder as waves of heat began emanating from inside. He snaked a hand under your body, cupping your mound, pushing his hand against your clit.

With the little energy you had left, you gyrated your hips slightly, pushing into his hand, chasing your peak as his thrusts became faster, harder and more erratic.

“That’s right my pet.” His words were breathy and full of lust. “Come for me.”

Your voice broke, you knew you were making a noise, but you couldn’t tell what it was. You came hard around his cock, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you relentlessly as your hands balled into fists and your back arched against V's chest.

“Ah- V!”

He pushed his face to yours as he let out the sexiest moan you’d ever heard. You felt his body spasm against yours and his cock throb within you as he released his seed, panting and moaning against your ear. After a couple of lazy thrusts he stopped his movements and rolled to lay himself in the small space beside you, pulling himself out of you unglamorously as you dragged yourself over slightly to give him room .

You both lay there for a while, the room filled with no sounds other than your combined heavy breaths. You didn’t know what to say or do, your ears were ringing and your thoughts were lost in a haze.

Your body jerked suddenly when you heard a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice.

“Hey, you guys decent?” You could hear the shit eating grin on his face as he shouted through the closed door. “I mean I’m glad you’ve both made up but I need a shower and the last thing I wanna see is V's skinny ass. You didn’t fuck on my desk did you, because that’s my space and mine alone and there’ll be hell to pay if you’ve messed on it?!” You groaned, no energy for a retort.

“Fuck off Dante.”

“Christ, a good Fucks supposed to put you in a good mood, not a worse one. Fine, you’ve got 10 minutes before I barge on in and see some things I don’t want to and some things I wouldn’t mind seeing.” You heard V growl at that statement and the connotations behind it.

“Like I said,” you replied, “just fuck off.” You sighed when you heard muttering followed by footsteps moving away from the door. You let out a slight gasp when V's hand worked it’s way around your waist, pulling you towards him possessively.

“Remember what I said little mouse?.” He raised himself up on one arm and turned your head towards his with his hand. “You’re eyes stay on me now.” He pressed his lips against yours again, gentle but with purpose. You melted into the gesture with no resistance.

Shit, you thought; what have I got myself in for.

First GIF by andyacklesspn, second by Dertragame.

#NS/FW #lemon #v x reader #spicy #dmc #dmc v #dmc 5 #devil may cry #my fic #hope you enjoyed!#I had a lot of fun writing this #and as usual got carried away #long post

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raijinhasverybigpecs · 4 years

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tu’er headcanons that i probably should’ve done and posted along with the main oc post but it’s too late now

can i just say that he’s short lol. taller than awilix by a few cm

sentimental as hell, his temple is cluttered with lots of offerings. he’s kind of a hoarder but shhh

big tea lover, adores holding tea parties and little get togethers in his temple. naturally loves bubble tea as well 😌

natural recluse, aphrodite keeps trying to drag him out of his shell but he’s just a loser like that. also hates drawing attention to himself

yes he listens to pop music. do you really think a gay rabbit twink wouldn’t stan loona?

very private about his past. he won’t tell anyone.

good memory! you’ve got to have one when you’re matching people around the world anyways

cordial but distant relationships with most of the gods. hates violence so he won’t talk with the more chaotic gods at all. he’ll work with them in battle but not anymore than he has to

a cardio bunny, does a lot of running in some terribly short shorts. does a lot of gymnastics as well, it’s partly an excuse to wear bright lycra but being real flexible comes in handy in many different situations

sensitive hearing. you guess why :P

eyes change colour from red to light pink according to what mood he’s in. red is happy, negative emotions are very pale reds and positive & romantic emotions equal bright pinks

can change his appearance to some extent - can remove the bunny ears and tail (as he’s not actually a rabbit god, just somewhat associated with them)

romantic/god relationship/nsfw stuff below the cut!

romantic headcanons

naturally he’s very romantic. loves a big gesture but definitely not anything too gaudy or attention grabbing, something like chocolates and a teddy bear is very up his alley

subtle flirt, says little comments and compliments here and there to test the water then he pounces (or bunny hops?). he’ll keep up with whatever you’ve got if he’s looking for something carnal and isn’t afraid to talk dirty to get what he wants out of you

but if he’s romantically interested then’s he’s very easily flustered and embarrassed. he’ll only do that if he’s really into you though~

moves very slowly in a relationship but he falls in love quickly. it’s always been an issue for him but he’s learnt a lot of self-control so you’ll have to really show your dedication to him to gain his trust

god relationship stuff - kinda nsfw lol

also if someone isn’t included that doesn’t mean i hate them (hi cu chu...) i just got tired and these are the more obvious relationships i thought about lol. maybe send in an ask about other gods ;^)

achilles - gay alliance 🙏 they have that gay relationship where there’s a lot of flirting but they’re just having fun. tu’er shen recommends romantic things for achilles to do so he can get those brownie points (and he’s totally on the threesome list for achilles and patroclus lol)

amaterasu - friends! they like to geek over cute things while they go shopping with each other and tu’er shen helps pick out outfits for her dates. they often have tea together as well :)

aphrodite - they’re very close friends, they also have a mentor relationship. they’re very emotionally open with each other and it’s very common to find them talking to each other over tea. both will hunt you to the ends of the earth if you talk shit about the other

apollo - another gay alliance 🙏 apollo brings out the fun in tu’er shen and they do a lot of dumb stuff together. tu’er shen still dunks on apollo tho as he can never get a partner cuz he’s a clown. and they’ve messed around before, usually it’s for some god who wants to see two twinks making out (or doing something worse!) ;^)

bacchus - the top to tu’er shen’s bottom. yet another gay alliance 😳🙏 essentially just apollo but more intense. tu’er shen has done a lot of kinky stuff at bacchus’ parties that he says he regrets but they both know he likes being a thot lmao

bastet - like aphrodite but more playful and fun. tu’er shen basically knows that if he goes to visit bastet and they go out that he’ll end up having a one night stand somewhere and he’s not mad about it. tu’er shen gets teased a lot by bastet as well :^)

chang'e - a very quiet and peaceful relationship. sometimes chang’e will drop in for tea and they’ll spend some time enjoying each others company, otherwise they’re not super close. they’ll acknowledge each other with a nice smile and wave :) also tu’er shen really adores her relationship with hou yi as well (duh!) but less likes talking to hou yi cuz he’s a bit cocky

cupid - i refuse to write anything about this bobblehead lmao. cupid’s probs jealous about all that extra time tu’er shen is spending with aphro but he pros doesn’t care that much otherwise cuz he’s more popular lol

freya - just like aphrodite and bastet but tu’er shen sees her less. tu’er shen is a bit intimidated by her but whenever they get to talk they get on very very well. lots of romantic fluff between them

essentially aphro, bastet and freya are trying to get tu’er shen a boyfriend but he won’t let down his walls so getting laid is a decent alternative lmao. also aphro/bastet/freya and tu’er shen spend a day every few weeks watching romance films and naturally they’re common guests for tea :)

mercury - not a very close relationship (like chang’e!) but tu’er shen sometimes has him over for tea when he gets time between serving as a delivery boy as merc makes tu’er shen laugh. they might’ve messed aroudn a few times but it’s very casual :^)

mulan - one again they’re not super close but tu’er shen likes to help mulan take a break every now and then and she updates him on what’s happening. tu’er shen basically idolises mulan as well, he’s a bit starstuck by her whenever they talk lol

neith - they’re pretty close actually! they have a lot of things in common and they often hang around mortals any play matchmaker or just pretend to be human. it’s all very fluffy lol

nu wa - same as mulan, tu’er shen is very in awe of how regal and powerful she is. rarely do they meet up together but nu wa is a very smart and witty guest who sometimes knows tu’er shen better than himself

raijin - i mean... naturally i ship them but outside of that i will say that tu’er shen disliked him at first because he’s so loud and rowdy but seeing how friendly and loyal raijin is + them mascles + the fact that he’s just fighting for fun unlike many other gods makes him develop a lil ~crush~ on raijin. if i’m not shipping them together then they’d have tea together that would lead to casual sex lol

but yes, i’m shipping them together so suck it lmao. essentially they’re the bara jock and twink prep pairing which is how god intended it to be :^)

ravana - same thing as raijin inviting people in for ‘tea’. tu’er shen knows that if he really wants to get dominated he’s gotta see ravana in private and ravana is always ready... it’s rare when bunny boy has that urge but when he does they do stuff that’s intense enough for apollo to blush :^)

serqet - fashion. style. runway. nouns! they’re style buds and they help pick out outfits for each other and she comes around often for tea to gossip together~ he’s also a bit imtimdated by her but she’s very nice to him lol

tu’er shen likes to help neith and serqet make and try on outfits. that’s also how he’s got all those sexy bedroom outfits...

nsfw stuff :^) i mean who else is gonna write it lol

i like saying he’s a bottom but he’s vers and bottom leaning. adjusts accordingly for his partner as he’s happy to do whatever

flexible, no gag reflex, etc etc. he’s a pro and he knows it.

he doesn't actually have that much sex though as he’s (mostly) reserved. he is basically horny at all times but extremely good at controlling himself

prefers long sessions where he can release all that pent up energy and really get his partner to enjoy themselves and get into the lovin’ mindset. is ready to go again and again and again otherwise...

big collection of sex toys. it’s how he spends all that time alone...

loves roleplaying and wearing femme outfits. stockings are hot :^)

and with that eye colour thing, hot pink is when he’s really turned on <3

semen kink, actually likes swallowing. he likes a big finish, what can i say

#gay rabbit stuff #this took at while but at least i'm writing about him again hehe...#didn't want him to become contentless so i figured this would be apt lol #i had this planned for months but didn't do anything about it until today/yesterday #it's now 12:26am and i have to get up at like 7am lmao #oops!#it was worth it #probably lol #anyways pwease support him bc i love him 🥺

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spamano-secretvalentine · 5 years

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Snake Charmer {gift}

To: @offshootavadonia / @avadonians

From: lluviadinoche / askitaliaromano

NOTE: You asked for an AU so I give to you a quality Pottertalia oneshot with to dumb gay teen wizards. (also, if you are not familiar with my work, I use the name Lorenzo not Lovino). I hope that you like this :)

Word Count: 2,863

Warning: Profanity

“Son of a biTCH! MY SHIRT!”

He was frozen in that moment, staring straight ahead at the man screaming at him in Italian and looking red enough to compete with the Spanish flag painted on Antonio’s face.

“How the fuck do you manage to spill your fucking face paint all over my shirt? Are you bat shit fucking blind?”

Well fuck. Antonio didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t speak English and he was barely grasping a damn word that this man was saying. He spoke Spanish, German, French, he knew Latin and Italian. But not English. And frankly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to speak to this man yelling at him.

“Are you gonna say something?” Francis asked from next to him, “He screamed in Italian so I think it’s safe to say he probably speaks it.”

“No se. I don’t really want to try and talk him. He looks like he’s going to rip my dick off if I speak.”

“Eugh, you’re French,” the man scrunched his nose upon hearing the two speaking to each other.

Francis clearly took offense, gasping dramatically and shouting at Antonio to hit him. But Antonio pushed Francis back and tilted his head, laughing hysterically. He wheezed and eventually let go of Francis, simply howling in amusement.

“Dios mio! You’re such a dumbass!” he snickered, watching the man’s face twist in confusion at the sudden switch to Italian.

“You speak Italian?”

“No no,” Antonio shook his head, “I’m just speaking in Italian to you to let you know that I clearly don’t speak Italian.”

The man’s lip quivered a bit before he burst into laughter, snorting in the middle of his amusement.

Antonio shook his head, “You have a fucking filthy mouth, you know? And apparently a terrible prejudice against the French. You’re more of a dumbass than anything, you know. This is the Spanish flag on my face, shortie.”

“I dunno. Maybe you just like the team.” the man said with a shrug, “And call me a dumbass one more time and I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Kick my ass? Chiquito, you can barely reach my neck,” Antonio chuckled, clicking his tongue.

The man gasped the most dramatic gasp Antonio had ever heard in his life. Hell, this man was even clutching his chest dramatically despite the horrid red stain that was smeared all over the once green shirt. Eyes shot wide open, he went silent and Antonio waited, expecting a terrible insult from him that he could shoot back at.

But instead, the guy burst out laughing and collapsed back into his seat. He was snorting in between his laughter. It was absolutely horrid. Yet, Antonio listened in awe and watched this man who had been yelling at him seconds before laughing hysterically as if they were joking like a pair of friends.

“I’m sorry. I know we were having a bitch fit there, but that was the gayest gasp I have ever let out and I felt like I was acting in a soap opera for a moment.” he snorted again, laughing at his own ridiculous laugh, “Why do I even care that you fucked up my shirt? I can easily clean it or just get a new one.”

Antonio raised his brow, a half smile on his face. He didn’t notice Francis trying to talk to him since he was far too invested in the guy in front of him with an ugly laugh and the cutest wrinkles in the corner of his eyes when he smiled.

“If you’re not planning on yelling at me again, I might as well introduce myself. Antonio Fernandez.”

“Vargas. Lorenzo Vargas.”

Antonio’s mouth went into a small ‘o’ as he reached out to shake his hand. Lorenzo looked at him knowingly and grinned proudly. Perhaps he should have picked up that this was a Vargas. He was the spitting image of his grandfather and he didn’t shy away from appearing in the news.

“A pleasure to meet you, Vargas. Now, what was this about that being the gayest gasp that you ever let out? Is the prized Vargas son attracted to men?” he asked.

Lorenzo gasped and pulled his hand away, folding his arms over his chest, “Are you flirting with me? Weren’t you just calling me a dumbass a few moments ago?” He had a point. Antonio had been rather irritated. Yet, the banter kinda attracted him. It was refreshing and it filled him with a sense of glee. Not to mention the way that he laughed was absolutely adorable in his eyes despite it being so absolutely horrendous. He might as well have listened to the recording of a dying cat because that was what his laughter reminded him of.

“Maybe, but I’m also a very sad gay man and I am also very very poor.” he laughed as he said the last part, watching Lorenzo’s eyes light up with amusement for a moment before he pushed Antonio’s shoulder gently. There was a delicate smile that grew on his face, it spread crookedly, but Antonio was a very helpless man and he practically melted.

“A gold digger, huh? How attractive. I’m just falling at your feet.” Lorenzo rolled his eyes, slouching forward.

Antonio shoved his hands in his pockets, “Who knows? Maybe you actually are attracted to me. Though the question is whether or not I am willing to date someone who goes to Hogwarts. Especially a Slytherin.”

Lorenzo gasped again, a hand flying over his chest, “How dare you! I am a proud Slytherin and I will defend Hogwarts til my dying breath! Tch, you act so high and mighty. I bet you go to Beauxbatons.”

From behind the bickering pair, Francis’ eyes widened and he huffed angrily, looking ready to strangle the both of them. But Antonio did not see, he was far too invested in the Vargas gem who truly was much more wonderful than he allowed himself to be viewed. A bit of a jackass really, but actually kind of funny and very interesting to challenge.

“What’s wrong with Beauxbatons?” he asked with a tilt of the head. His hair fell in his face and his eyes stared at Lorenzo who stared back with the same passion.

That snake, the way he looked at Antonio like some sort of pet. He shrugged gently and stepped forward, inches away from being pressed against his chest, “What isn’t wrong with being from Beauxbatons? It’s French.”

“Antonio, I am going to murder the little demon. Stop flirting and crush him! He’s tarnishing my honor!”

“What have you got against the French?” Antonio asked.

“What haven’t I got against the French? I’m fucking Italian.”

Antonio snorted.

Neither of them (nor Francis) seemed to notice the people staring at them from all around. This was rather concerning considering they were at the Quidditch World Cup and they should have been watching the game. But no. Instead, Antonio was ready to ask the man whom he had been arguing with out on a date and Francis looked ready to pounce (or cry) from the “dishonor” inflicted by a man who didn’t even look like he was 5’6 and sounded like the biggest twink Antonio had ever met.

Though to be fair, Antonio was pretty gay and this was a situation where he was allowing himself to fall victim to The Homosexuality™.

“Well,” Lorenzo said, putting his hands on his hips, “Unless being a Hogwarts student who is a Slytherin is too horrifying and terrible for you, I’ll be here until Monday.”

Antonio grinned, “Is that a date offer?”

“If you want it to be, sure.”

“Antonio, do not run off with the enemy!”

He was not listening to Francis. A shot with someone like Lorenzo Vargas? Antonio was taking that shot. It had nothing to do with his wealth or status, that was just a side thing that he found funny. Truth be told, Antonio was rather interested in the stupid arguments that they could get into. If all it took to calm him down from a messy shirt was laughing at his own reactions, Antonio wanted to be around him more to see what other things got that sort of reaction out of him.

“You don’t mind lowering yourself to someone from Beauxbatons?”

Lorenzo shrugged, “I think I’ll manage.”

Francis was practically screaming from behind Antonio while the people around them slowly began to lose interest and went back to the game that they had come to watch. But these two wizards kept their gaze on each other. With soft smiles on their face and this playful look in their eyes, it wasn’t hard to tell that they really liked each other (much to Francis’ dismay).

Even if whatever this moment was didn’t last, Antonio wanted to spend his time getting to know Lorenzo properly. He was funny and cute and Antonio was a weak man for that ability to go from angry to laughing in a few seconds. He knew that he wanted to get to know him; he could tolerate one Slytherin.

“Can you tolerate a Hogwarts Slytherin?” Lorenzo asked, plopping himself back in his seat.

“I think I can tolerate one,” he replied.

“I’m conflicted between supporting this romantic endeavor or murdering you in cold blood for wooing the man who spat on my culture and living.”

“Does he realize I can understand him?”

“Nope.”

Lorenzo shrugged and went back to talking to Antonio.

The two clicked in this way that sparked this light in their lives. Antonio didn’t know if it was the joking rivalry, the way Lorenzo later stained his shirt as revenge for the ruined one he was wearing, the ability to poke fun at each other, the subtle flirting in between their convo, or the fact they missed the entire game because all that they could do was talk to each other because they were the most fascinating part of the night in each other’s eyes.

They didn’t even know who won.

What Antonio did know is his tiny teenage stomach did flips with every light touch that Lorenzo gave him and that awkward laugh that was too loud and too animated. Even if this fling was temporary and he and Lorenzo went on to simply be friends, he didn’t mind so long as he got a chance at all.

Neither of them noticed when the game had ended and Francis draped himself dramatically over the seat next to them, waiting for them to quit flirting and notice that it was time to go. Where were parents when you needed them to interrupt this shit?

“We’ve been talking a long time, but you never did tell me why the Vargas family ended up in the UK.” Antonio said as their night drew to a close.

Lorenzo sighed, “Well, Italy isn’t exactly the best place for magical people with the Catholic Church and all. And yeah, most people don’t really believe in it or attack us anymore, but enough do that my grandfather took us away and it was right about when I was old enough to go to school. When Romeo got hurt, we ran out as fast as we could.”

Antonio fell silent.

He forgot about things like that.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, reaching and putting his hand on Lorenzo’s arm. Lorenzo looked up at him with the softest, most genuine smile he had seen that night, and sighed.

“It’s alright. You don’t usually think about these things and I don’t talk about them.” He brushed it off so quickly and as if he didn’t care.

“You must miss Italy though.”

Lorenzo’s breath hitched and he clutched his arm, holding on tight as he looked away, “….Terribly.”

There was a heartbreak Antonio (and even Francis) had never seen in his eyes. It was as if his entire world was plucked away and he was left attempting to stand bold while he crumbled apart. It was odd how that worked; the way a person could go from laughing to crumbling and shattering in the matter of a few seconds. But, it was that change that convinced Antonio he truly wanted to be a part of Lorenzo’s life. Yeah, he had little to nothing to offer; the fact was that he was poor. Yet, Antonio wanted to give him the world and life and laughter.

“One day, I’ll take you there.”

The moment he said it, his face went red, realizing how stupid he sounded. Lorenzo came from the Vargas bloodline! They could go back whenever they wished, they didn’t need empty promises from some teenager with no money to his name.

And yet, Lorenzo looked up at him with big eyes, as if he had offered him more money than a king could offer.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do.”

Lorenzo kept staring at him, his face burning up and the awkward teenager in him pouring out onto the floor, “You’re so fucking gay.”

Antonio laughed and shook his head gently, “Yeah. But I’m going to be honest with you, I’ll be whatever you want me to be.”

“Even my date for tomorrow night?”

“Especially your date for tomorrow night.”

After giving each other their info and agreeing on where to meet the next night, the two sat there and just stared at each other. They didn’t need to say anything to feel like they were having the most intimate conversation. It drove the reminder that they were teenagers who went to schools far apart with little chance of maintaining a stable relationship, but for that moment, just the fleeting second, the world was theirs and none of that mattered.

It didn’t last long. Soon the crowned Vargas himself walked in. He was as big and bold as Antonio imagined. He radiated power and it was funny to see him so bold and strong next to Lorenzo who was not exactly weak or fragile, but definitely much smaller.

“Lorenzo, there you are! Come, we’ve been looking for you so we could leave.”

“In a minute, old man. I’m having a moment.” he said.

Antonio’s eyes widened even more. He expected yelling or anger, but Romulus simply rolled his eyes and laughed.

“Cute, but we have to leave, boy! Come on. You can flirt with the guy tomorrow.”

Lorenzo groaned and threw his head back, “Ugh! Let me be gay!”

“No.”

He gasped dramatically staring at his grandfather with the fakest pair of puppy eyes he or Francis had ever seen—which was really fake considering Antonio was king of the puppy eyes game, “I always knew you didn’t support my pursuit of men!”

“Boy, I am just as gay as you are, don’t start.” his grandfather shot back with a chuckle.

Antonio was stunned. He hadn’t known that about the Vargas family. No wonder he was the prized grandson; he truly was the image of his grandfather (albeit not as muscular).

Lorenzo laughed a little and shook his head. He looked to Antonio and shrugged. It wasn’t like he really had a choice. Antonio understood that and he understood that he respected his grandfather’s words.

“Tomorrow night?” he asked, grabbing his hand as he stood up to leave.

Lorenzo looked back at him with large eyes and a slightly opened mouth. It curved into a big, dorky, goofy grin and he nodded, “Tomorrow night. Don’t leave me hanging or I’ll have to hate Beauxbatons forever.”

“Aw,” Antonio smacked his leg with a faux look of disappointment, “Now I have to go.”

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, that smile still on his face despite his deepest attempts to bury it from sight. he waved him goodbye and ran off with his grandfather who appeared to be cheering him on. Antonio watched them laugh and push each other as they left, Lorenzo chasing his grandfather after he said something that Antonio assumed was embarrassing from the way he put his hand to his heart.

As he watched them leave, he felt like a large spell finally released him. He was no longer in this moment of sublime where the sky was filled with reds and oranges and the simple words that were spoken shook him to the core. Now it was reality where the sky was dark, people were leaving, and all there was to prove that Lorenzo had ever existed and had not been a figment of his imagination was the ink on his arm.

“So,” Francis stepped in sitting next to him, “You’re flirting with the enemy.”

“Hell yeah, I am.”

The two friends walked out and Antonio thought about the warm feeling in his stomach that spreading to every other part of him. For once, he wasn’t a poor kid nor was he someone with no opportunity to find someone to love. He was Antonio and he was flirting and he was content.

A million little thoughts of what could happen and the things that could develop swarmed through his mind. He took one last look behind them to Lorenzo who was still chasing his grandfather and smiled. Yes, he liked this guy and he couldn’t wait for their date.

“Wait, who won the game-?”

#spamano secret valentines #spamano #aph spain #aph romano #APH #hetalia #submission #spamanovalentinesday2019 #offshootavadonia #lluviadinoche

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kevinhaas · 7 years

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Spooky Halloween fic.

A fic I wrote for Bad Fanfic Night on Rikki’s server. I’m uploading it here so that everyone can enjoy it. :P

Noah was alone. In the big apartment that he could afford despite his Millennial-typical avocado addiction, Noah was all by himself. It was storming outside, which would normally be a welcome reprieve given the Floridian hellscape, but today was different-- today, was HALLOWEEN! Halloween made everything scarier-- twas the very nature of the beast. The cute goth pagan hipsters he followed on Twitter said it was because the veil between the spirit realm and the human realm was the thinnest on this night, but Noah knew that was bullshit. Things like ghosts and ghouls just didn't exist, and Noah couldn't see why anyone bought into that supernatural nonsense.

He returns to checking his old videos for a 10-foot tall faceless cryptid.

Hours pass and it's soon time for bed. Noah shuts off his laptop and puts it aside, yawning and stretching as he stands. Briefly, he turns and idly contemplates the newly-made puncture marks in the Italian leather couch. Were they made by some manner of beast? Some horrible, four-eyed cat, or perhaps a thing that was clearly a man but everyone called a dog for some reason? No. The perpetrator was none other than his own jagged, bony ass.

With a tear in his eye, Noah recalls the last thing Milo ever said to him before he died: "You really need to do some butt crunches, dude."

Pushing down his feelings like any good heterosexual man would, Noah shuffles to his room. The atmosphere changes as he goes, the air becoming hot and stagnant. The walls seemed to warp and bend, closing in around him. The paint on the walls chipped and peeled, curling into sour-looking yellow spirals. The once dark blue carpet shrunk into something that ashy-grey that crunched underneath his cute little polar bear slippers. As he opens the door to his room, Noah laments the effects of global warming on the average Florida home.

What lies beyond the door horrifies him. What awaits him is not his normal messy room, but his normal messy room with The Observer sitting in his bed!

"What's up, my good bitch?" The Observer says, pointy anime teeth flashing.

Noah shuts the door.

He runs his hands down his face, screaming. "I guess I'm sleeping on the couch tonight," he grumbles.

But lo! When he returns to the living room, he finds the couch occupied by-

"Aunt Mary?" he gasps. It looked just like his very deceased aunt, save for the electric tape Xs she wore over her eyes--which were, frankly, really fucking metal. "I thought you were dead!"

"Guess again, Thoticus." Cursor says, taking another gulp of Noah’s wine from under the warm confines of Noah's Snuggie. "I'm alive! Or, at least more alive than your dating life. Not that that's hard to be."

She waggles her eyebrows at him and it kind of pisses him off. He feels a warmth rising up in his gut, smoldering and growing in intensity as it rises up into his throat and spreads to his lungs. The ends of his hair burst into flames and extinguish just as fast. His whole body transforms into an inferno, unending rage burning into the very ends of his nerves.

His aunt had burned him so hard, he became a god.

Cursor began to weep. Not because she was afraid of him, or because her eyes watered at the pure majesty of the Firebrand. No, it was because a true tragedy had transpired-- Noah’s firey transformation had burned off all the alcohol in her wine. Firebrand, the heartless, left the poor, innocent woman with nothing but sour-tasting grape juice, and the idea of chugging shitty Welch’s made her heart rend.

She threw the glass at the wall-- leaving a stain that was still more visually appealing than anything at a modern art museum-- before storming out, Snuggie still in tow.

Firebrand smiles slowly, teeth appearing like bubbles on the surface of a lava pool. “One down, one to go,” he mutters to himself like the friendless weirdo he was.

He slinks back into his room, bursting in through the door like he fucking owned the place. To his horror, Observer was flipping through the hentai manga comics that Noah kept between his mattress. Even worse, Observer had the kinkshamiest look on his face!

Firebrand lunged for the bed, but just as he was about to land on top of him, the Observer teleported away, like in Noah’s favorite non-hentai manga comic, Dragonball Z! He reappears in the corner, behind a disgusting pile of Noah’s old laundry. He waves the hentais in the air mockingly.

“You know dude, I used to respect you. I thought you were a fine, upstanding loser, but now I see I was wrong.” Time slowed down as the Observer spoke; every syllable came out as slow as molasses. “Now I know...you’re nothing but a vanilla nerd-ass.”

Firebrand felt his temper bubbling over. He was about to flair up, like that sexy guy from Hercules. Observer had tortured him physically and mentally for years, breaking his psyche and leaving him in a black cesspool of depression. Because of him, Noah had ruined all of his relationships and possibly even killed a person.

But all of that was nothing compared to this. Calling Noah a vanilla-ass was going too far!!!!!

He sinks down, lining himself up, ready to pounce on Observer and rip him apart like a $20 family bucket from KFC. But just as his incredibly flat ass touched the bed, Firebrand remembered something very important and burst into manic laughter.

“What’s so funny, you turbo virgin?” the Observer mocks.

“If you think I’m a vanilla nerd-ass, wait until you see the guy who gave me those comics!”

The Observer attempts to call his bluff. “Who could be more missionary-in-the-dark than you, Noah Maxwell?!”

Dramatically, Firebrand points. The Observer follows his arm to the wall, where a full-length mirror is hanging. Observer gasps, and his whole body begins to shake. “No! No, it can’t be!”

“That’s right!” Firebrand snarls. He’s so caught up in the moment that he begins to drool. Drool is getting everywhere. Noah you’re a grown-ass man. “Those comics are from the very nerd you inhabit, KEVIN HAAS!”

The Observer begins to shriek, pitch going higher and higher until his eyes-- all six-hundred and sixty-six of them-- roll back and his neatly-undercut head explodes. Hipster chunks get all over Noah’s bedroom. Sticky white brain chunks land in his hair and in his mouth and it reminds him of college for some reason. He wipes them away.

The evil vanquished, Firebrand jumps off the bed, landing on The Observer’s body so he wouldn’t hurt his knees in the 1.75 ft fall. The sound it made was absolutely disgusting, like a water balloon full of half-solid Jell-o.

As he exits the crime scene/bedroom, his spirits are much higher. Firebrand smiles, and it’s a normal human smile. In the living room he draws up the blinds, peering into the dark, stormy outside. Boldly, he opens the front door and steps out into the rain.

And as the rain washes away the viscera from his twink bod, he thinks to himself that maybe… Halloween wasn’t so bad after all…..

#Tribe Twelve #TT #Slenderverse #The Observer #Noah Maxwell #Mine

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ladiekatie · 5 years

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QUICK DOES ANYONE HAVE THAT PICTURE OF THAT TWINK GUY WHO IS LAYING ON THE FLOOR LOOKING AS A DUDEBRO LIKE HE’S READY TO POUNCE?

#shut up katie

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solohux · 7 years

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okay but I'm in love with the whole fox!hux verse and I just really really want jealous/protective hux?? Maybe one of Kylo's douchey ex's comes around ahh idk

“Fuck.”

Despite Kylo whispering thecurse, Hux’s fox ears jerk at the sound of his mate’s distressed voice, tipspointed for extra alertness. He leaps off the couch and to the front door—wherehe heard Kylo’s voice—and peers around the doorframe.

“What is it?” Hux asks, headcocked, absently chewing the sleeve of his grey sweater.

Kylo stands with his facepressed against the door, looking through the small peephole at someone outside.

“It’s—fuck, I didn’t think he knew where I lived,” Kylo says, flinchingwhen four harsh knocks batter their front door.

“Ren,” Hux insists, worried, spine tingling at the unknown threat. “Who is it?”

“He’s…someone I used to date,”Kylo replies, tone hushed. “He was partof my art group. Got kicked out when he assaulted me and stole money from Snoke.He’s an asshole.”

Hux can’t help but growl atthe thought of someone purposefully bringing harm to Kylo.

“So it’s a fight to the death,”Hux says, licking his teeth. “Assert dominance over an old mate—”

“No, Hux,” Kylo laughs, covering his mouth. “It’s not like that inthe human world. We’re just going to ignore him and hope that he’ll go away.”

Hux scrunches his nose up,ears drooping in confusion, but he supposes Kylo knows more about his worldthan Hux does.

“I can hear you talking,little Kylo! You’re not going to let an old friend in?” A strong voice boomsfrom the other side of the door alongside another couple of harsh knocks.

“Hux,” Kylo says, sighing,reaching for the door handle, shoulder slumped. “Go in the bedroom and closethe door. Don’t come out until he’s gone.”

“What?” Hux exclaims, fists clenched. “No. Kylo, you don’t know what he’s going to do—!”

“I’ll be fine,” Kylo says,stepping forward to give Hux a quick kiss on the lips before gently pushing himaway. “Go.”

Hux whimpers, ears and taildrooping as he turns, looking back over his shoulder to see Kylo smile sadly athim. It isn’t fair, Hux thinks, closing the door to their bedroom beforepressing one of his fox ears against it, trying to hear what’s going on.

Kylo takes a long inhale in beforeopening the door, puffing his chest out when he sees his ex-boyfriend standing taller and thicker than him on his doorstop.

“Xander,” Kylo says. “Showingup uninvited. Again.”

Xander takes his sunglassesoff, pushing them back into his dark hair. His blue eyes burrow into Kylo’sskull, giving his stubbly beard a scratch.

“What can I say?” Xander says,shrugging. “I like giving people presents.”

He pushes past Kylo, knockinghim back against the wall as he strides in, leaving mud on the wooden floorfrom his heavy biker boots. Kylo rolls his eyes and groans, but follows Xanderinto the living room.

“Presents?” Kylo echoes,frowning.

“Uh, me!” Xander exclaims, using two of his fingers to point to himself.“So, cute place you got here. Bit big just for you.”

“It’s not that big,” Kylosays, smirking. “Though, I’m sure I’ve said that to you before.”

Xander visibly seethes at Kylo’scomment.

“I heard you talking tosomeone before,” Xander says, spinning around slowly on the spot to take in thespace around him. “Got yourself a new twink,Kylo?”

“I have a cat,” Kylo spits out,wondering if it’s a plausible response. “I talk to my cat.”

“Hm,” Xander says with ashrug, and Kylo knows that he believes him. “So. You’re single.”

“Yeah. Not that it has anything to do with you.”

Xander smirks, running hispalm up his chest, biting his lip.

“It has everything to do withme,” he says, taking an intimidating step towards Kylo, but Kylo doesn’t move. “I’mthe executive of my own business now. I want you to join me, Kylo. Leave Snokeand the Knights of Ren. Your art is world-class, it deserves to be recognised.”

“No.” Kylo snarls, quietlywondering whether some of Hux’s animalistic characteristics have rubbed off onhim.

Xander growls and reaches up, grabbing Kylo’s chin between his twofingers, turning his head from side to side.

“Still as stunning as Iremember,” Xander says. “Those pretty lips—”

“Get off me, Xander,” Kylo commands, pushing the man’s hand off ofhim. “And get out. Before you make medo something I’ll regret.”

“And what would that be, youngKylo?” Xander laughs, rolling his sleeves up. “Cry to Daddy? Oh. Wait, you can’t.”

Kylo’s eyes are filled withtears before he blinks, feeling a well of emotion gather in his chest,threatening to make him implode.

“You bastard,” Kylo shouts, unsure of whether it’s his anger or hisgrief that makes him swing his fist at Xander’s face.

His voice echoes across hisapartment, and Kylo sees an orange blur emerge from the bedroom as quick as aflash, the little thing growling and barking as loud as its lungs will allowit.

Kylo can’t help but feeloverwhelmed as he watches Hux—in his animal body—gnaw his way through the materialof Xander’s jeans, obviously biting some of his actual leg as the man cries out and tries to kick the fox off ofhim, but Hux’s jaw is far stronger and won’t be beaten; not when he believeshis mate is in danger.

“Fuck!” Xander shouts. “Afucking fox! What the fuck!”

Hux keeps on biting, snappinghis teeth at whatever part of Xander he can get at, though it’s mostly hisankles, but the ferocity in every one of Hux’s movements, his body quick andagile to avoid Xander’s kicks as he tries to make his way to the front door,but the fox is there every step, ripping his jeans to shreds, leaving trails ofhis blood on their floor.

“You freak, Kylo!” Xander yells as he scrambles out the door and hobblesdown the corridor and away from the fox that’s bearing his teeth at him.

Hux snarls, shoulders hunched as though ready to pounce, giving a huffbefore holding his head up high and trotting back into the apartment, evenclosing the door behind him with a push of his two front paws.

“My hero,” Kylo says with a smile, before feeling more tears on hischeeks and he slides down the wall, knees drawn up to his chest. He sniffles,biting his lip to prevent more tears from falling, to try and stop the memoriesof the car crash from resurfacing, but the tears keep spilling from his eyes.He buries his face in his folded arms, and cries.

He hears Hux whimper, his coldnose bumping against Kylo’s leg as though asking to be let in.

“Sorry,” Kylo mutters,lowering his knees so the fox can climb into his lap, standing on his two backlegs to reach up to rub his head against the underside of Kylo’s chin. “Better?”

Hux yips in response, lickingKylo’s cheek to catch a few of his falling tears.

Kylo can’t help but chuckle atthe innocence of his fox. Maybe one day he’ll be able to tell Hux about thelife he had before he was Kylo Ren, artist and protégé of the Supreme Leader ofFirst Order Art Academy, when he was still Ben, when he was unhappy.

Maybe. But as Hux shiftsforms, becoming human and giving Kylo a passionate kiss, Kylo knows that thatday is not today.

#kylux #fox hux #I MISSED WRITING FOX HUX #m:writing

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bolbianddolanhouse · 4 years

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BNHA self insert AU

New to the AU? Start here!

Part1 Part2

Chapter 40.75: Step the FUCK Up Kyle!

The two arrive at the venue after everyone thanks to Jin’s portal express. Seeing everyone have fun sparked joy and even more excitement for the future. There was no gift or money giving because both of us were well off and just wanted everyone to attend. No garter toss because Tenya drinks respect women juice but I did toss the bouquet. That turned out to be a disaster because Pixie Bob, Midnight and some of the other single heroes were fighting each other for it. Then came my favorite part, the couples dance. We danced to Around by Niki with a slide-show of pictures on the screen behind us. We did a bunch of fancy floating moves with our quirks and we finally had our slow dance kiss at the end. Then came cake, it was almost too pretty to eat and I got a little dodgy when we were supposed to feed a piece to each other. The wedding photographer unfortunately captured all that nervousness but it was funny to look back at. I did so much dancing and drinking with my agent friends that Tenya had to take care of me toward the end of the night. We said our goodbyes and thank yous before going home.

“Tenya! I love you bitccchhh!” I was drunkenly serenading him.

“I know you do”

“I’m never gonna stop loving you, bitccchhhhh!”

Tenya was trying to undo the straps on my dress “Hold still, I’m trying to get you out of your dress.”

“Oh I’ll just-” I teleport out of my dress with just my underwear on “oops, I’m nakey hehehe.”

“Ah so that’s how you do it” he finally figured out my secret to fast undressing and dressing “you teleport in and out of clothes!”

“Yup” I teleport out of my underwear “now I’m true nakey” I throw myself onto Tenya “I’m not a virgin but I want you to do me like one.”

“No darling, you’re drunk” he took off his suit jacket “but if you wait a bit, we can bathe together.”

“Will you wash my hair?”

“Yes”

“Will you take off my makeup?”

“Of course, I’ll even do your skincare” He hoisted her up and took her to the bath “you want me to braid your hair after?”

“Yes please” I respond as I watch him make the bath “would you still love me if I was a boy?”

“Yes of course!” Tenya looked at her “I fell in love with the person you are.”

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t rich or successful?”

“I loved you before the riches and success, regardless, my heart is yours.”

The bath was ready and I didn’t have anymore questions, just too much affection as he tried to bathe me. I didn’t even remember what I said when I was drunk, I blacked out at the venue when Mimi and I pounded shots while the DJ played some oldies. Next thing I knew I was waking up next to Tenya with a bunch of love marks and bites on him. We went on a honeymoon to a government protected piece of coast where anybody can use their quirks, it was one of those quirk tourism things that peaked my interest. We spent our time getting drunk and beating the other couples at the quirk games that were being hosted. Just a whole week of just that, then things got pretty serious work wise when we got back.

-Robo Dog INC offices-

“Not to cause alarm” Beizu spoke up after reviewing some spreadsheets “but we can’t keep up with demand.”

“Oh shit really?” I questioned as I leaned over to see the sheets “fuuuck you right, does that mean we’re closing off or postponing consultations?”

“Closing off for 3 months at least!” He rubbed his face “I have some this week then I’ll be turning away people for robo companion.”

“How about you just schedule them 4 months out?”

“That might be a better idea” He sipped his coffee “but we need to start looking into expand the work floor” he sets his empty cup down “we can’t hire more people to work until we have the space for more.”

“I know! But to be honest, all the bigger buildings are too far to my liking” I slumped in my chair “I have to wait for a nearby one to go on the market.”

The company was in need of a lot of things in terms of expanding but I didn’t want to start any of it yet. And it was a good thing I didn’t because there was a rise in the villain world. The League of Villains recruited more people for an uprising and Black Phantom was called upon to take it down from the inside.

“I really wish we could’ve just sniped the hand-man while we had the chance” Jin sighed as he put on his gear “then maybe everything would be at peace.”

“Yea but he’s a good source of intel” I responded “but you know the goal for tonight, we get the hot one with the bird-mask and get out.”

“Why the fuck do all the villains gotta be so hot!” complained Mimi as she loaded her holsters “it’s not fair!”

“Can we refocus please?” I sternly snapped “we’re close to the hideout, if we get lucky, we could smoke them out again.” I lowered my visor “voice changers on yall, it’s go time!”

We raid the place silently and it seemed almost too easy this time but it was easy. Who knew that everyone was sleeping with no guard? I floated us in and once we found the person of interest, Jin just floor portaled them to the holding cell and we followed after.

“Oh man that was scary easy” I was in disbelief “did yall see all the spooning going on?”

“Yea! That was weird as hell but oddly cute” Mimi commented “speaking of oddly cute, who is this perp?”

“This is Kai Chisaki, aka Overhaul” I pull up the criminal record “he was responsible for some black market quirk erasing bullets and one count of child endangerment.” I show them the picture of the victim “you remember this little girl? The one the green twink and naked man rescued?”

“OH I remember! Poor girl was in pretty bad shape but she’s all grown up now!” Jin recalled “so this is the man that got away?”

“Yea apparently after Mirio got his quirk taken away but just before the green one ran off with the girl” I put the holding cell on lockdown “this guy and Nighteye fought but then he ran off and disappeared before he sustained serious damage. And he remained at large for years, almost cold cased until the new intel on the League.”

Mimi peered into the holding cell “Why are all the hot ones the most fucked up?!” she watched him thrash about “so we’re just gonna leave this one up to the interrogation team huh?” I nod in response, she sighs “are you going to pay a visit to the little girl?”

“Yup but this time I’m not going to dread this house visit” I smile “Aizawa got full custody of her when she turned 10 and she’s like 14 now.”

-Two Days later-

“It’s so nice to see you again Miss Palma!” Eri excitedly exclaimed “er, I should say Mrs Iida!”

I stifle my laugher “Oh it’s nice to see you too Eri!” I get pounced on by the girl “very lively! But I don’t have much time to play I’m afraid” I turn to Aizawa “thank you for letting me visit today, I know it’s your day off and you much rather nap.”

“Not a problem! You’re allowed to disrupt my free days” he motions me to sit in the living room “Eri, would you please serve the tea?” We sit as Eri walks out of earshot “Soooo, are we expecting another turbo child?”

I choke on air “Oh you got me fucked up! I’m not pregnant” I chuckled “sorry to disappoint but I don’t want a child just yet” I look at the picture on his end table of him, Mic, Eri and Shinso “children don’t just magically appear at my doorstep for me to care for like you!”

“Well, I was excited to be a grandpa, because I’d still be hot” he joked as Eri came back with tea “Okay then, what do you need to tell us?”

“Thank you Eri” I politely accepted her pour of tea “it’s about Overhaul, I caught him and is under custody in our facilities.”

“You’ve done it?!” Aizawa almost spilled tea on himself “how? The Hero Society deemed it cold-case!”

“I’ve been gaining intel from the League and other villain groups for years now via a spy” I sip tea “the moment we got word that the League was hiding him with confirmed sighting, my team and I swooped in and captured him” I hand him a folder “here, I know you’ve been working tirelessly to solve this for her sake. You’d be surprised what we found.”

“I don’t believe it!” he skimmed the pages “he’s been hiding right under our noses, of course Hawks had something to do with it!” he closes the folder “does that mean Eri can-”

“Yes, it means that Eri can attend a hero academy if she wishes to do so” I smiled as I finished his sentence “it also means that she no longer needs protected accompaniment, can travel beyond the 10 mile radius and can apply of a drivers license when she’s of age.”

“I can go to the mall by myself?!” Eri perked up “and I can go to UA?!” she turns to Aizawa, starry eyed.

“You’re not going to the mall by yourself! I’ll always be there with you” he said sternly but then chuckled “but yes you can go to UA, and just in time too! Entrance exams are coming up.”

“YAY! Thank you so much Mrs Iida!” she pounces on me again for a hug “I promise to do my best for all you’ve done for me!”

“Oh you sweet child” I start to tear up “it’s not a problem! I know you’ll do your best.” We say our goodbyes and I make my way home. It’s October now and I’m so satisfied with my life. At least, as much as I can control it. It’s been a month since the last I’ve heard from my caseworker about everything back home. Nothing has gotten better, more people I knew had fled their homes, leaving their parents behind in all the violence. It seems hopeless and I wish I could do something to help. At least my family is safe and getting by, I send them money so they can live as comfortably as they did when we lived in the old house. I miss my old home but I’m more excited to establish family to make it more homely.

“How was the visit?” asked Tenya, breaking my train of thought.

“Oh it was great!” I stretch my back “Eri is getting so big! And she’s planning to attend UA now that I’ve solved the cold case.”

“Thats amazing!” he comes closer to give me a tight embrace “you make such an impact in our community and I’m so proud of you every time you change the fate of others.”

“I’m just doing what I can within my power” I hug him back “you know I don’t give up on anything it I could help it.”

“It’s one of the things I love the most about you” he lifted her up “how lucky am I to have one of the sweetest souls in the world as my love?”

Luck had nothing to do with it, I best describe my time in this country as a train wreck that gets progressively weirder and it’s fixed with some duct tape. But I only live one day at a time, I’ll worry about the destination later when the time comes. Time passes us fast, once you get married it’s like time passes faster! It’s been a year and some change, I’m 25 and still very humble with all the riches and successes that has followed me. Tenya is 26 and slowly reaching the upper 20′s in the hero ranking, thanks to his brother and myself to help him along the way. It’s mid January, Tenya gets sent on a week long mission in Sendai, it’s the first time in years that we spent time apart. I made sure I make his welcome very momentous, because I had so much to share with him when he came back.

“I’m home!” Tenya yelled excitedly as he walk through the door “I missed saying that!”

“Welcome home Tenya” the little robo yipped “Mom missed you, she’s waiting for you in the main room.”

“Oh? Thank you” he was a bit taken back by this change of greeting, he’s so used to hearing Ita respond back. He makes his way to the living room, passing the kitchen and hallway to the guest room.

“Welcome home Tenya!” I yelled once I saw him “I missed you soooo much!” I jump on him for a tight hug “mmhm! I don’t think I like you being gone for so long” I pepper kisses on him “I need my man to love me so I can annoy him with my affection.”

“You know your affection doesn’t annoy me” he laughed at my clinginess “I miss giving you besitos and holding you close at night” he lingered on my hug “oh darling, it was rough out there but I’m so happy to be home.”

“I hope you’re hungry because I cooked you a grand meal!” I excitedly lead him to the table “ta-da! a four course meal in the candlelight!”

“Four courses?! Oh you missed me, missed me” he was shocked by the amount of thought I put into his welcome. As we ate, he told me of his time in Sendai and the other heroes that were called upon “...and I really hope that family is safe. Also do you think this trip will boost me up the ranking?”

“I talked to Tensei about that actually the other day” I said as I was walking back with dessert “he said that it will if you make it onto the media, like if they name you. Otherwise it won’t.”

He watches me set down dessert “Berry tart! Oh what splendid memories just flooded back” he cracked a big dumb smile as I served him a slice “remember when we went to that cafe at the end of 1st year and I was too shy to sit that close to you?” he took a bite “and as usual, everything you make is delicious! Oh man if only I told you that day I had feelings for you, it was a perfect winter day spent with you.”

“Oh stop! You had your chances, even on the bad days!” I playfully hit his arm “but I would’ve probably started to cry right there on the town plaza if you confessed” I suddenly remembered my big piece of news “Oh! I almost forgot, this invitation came in the mail earlier in the week” I levitated a yellow envelope with ‘Iida Household’ on the front of it in nice handwriting “I wanted to wait for you to come back to open it, since it’s addressed to both of us.”

He opens the envelope “It looks like a... birthday invitation?” he furrowed his brow and thought for a moment “who’s birthday is coming up? I can’t recall anyone’s except yours.” He opens the card and reads aloud:

Dear Iida household,

Hello! I’d like to invite you to my birthday! You see, it’s my very first one and I’m very excited to see you attend. You don’t know me but I’d like to get aquatinted with the both of you. There’s not much about me but my birthday is on July 28th, I’m a Leo. It’s a long way from now but I wanted to let you know because I know how busy being a Hero and a CEO must be. Anyways, I hope to see you then!

Yours Truly,

p.s. It just occurred to me that I don’t have a name yet, maybe you can help me with that and that’ll be your present to me!

“Huh, a person with no name?” he reread the invitation “and no address to said birthday” he turned to me “did the couple a few rows in front of us have a child that I wasn’t aware of?”

I stifle my laugh “Nope, read the invite again” I point to the p.s. part “see how they’re asking you for a name for a present?”

“I see that but what an odd request” he chopped, missing the point “wouldn’t it be customary to give a gift for a growing child? It’s their first birthday!” he sees me hold in my laugh “DON’T LAUGH! Tell me what am I not getting, you’re the riddle and puzzles expert.”

“Tenya, what did I serve you in this 4 course meal?”

“Baby quiche, side salad of baby greens with snow peas, steak with baby carrots and baby corn” he pointed at the tart “ and berry tart...but I don’t see how the meal relates to this mysterious invitation?”

“Oh goodness you’re hopeless” I laugh as I stand up “think long and hard Tenya, lots of baby named food, invite to a birthday 6 and a half months away, person that wants a name as a present and that we don’t know.”

He spends a good 5 minutes of mumbling to himself, trying to make sense of all the clues I pulled for him “I’m afraid I can’t crack this case” he checks the envelop for anything he could’ve missed “what did you piece from this?”

I couldn’t contain my laughter, I was tearing up laughing “Welp, I guess I’ll tell ya” I grab his hand and put it on my stomach “welcome home....daddy.”

He didn’t get it at first then it all clicked “Ita...your pregnant?!” he fell to his knees and put both hands on my stomach “oh my- I’m such an idiot!” he put his forehead on my stomach “why did you marry me, I can’t figure out something that’s so blatantly written out for me!”

“Silly, it doesn’t matter now” I put my hand on his head “we’re going to be parents! Isn’t that exciting that we’re building that future we thought we’d never get to?”

“Yes, I’m so excited to see the life you’re growing” he looked up at me, tears in his eyes “I said you could start your happy family with me, now it’s all coming together.” he kisses my stomach “you hear that? I can’t wait to meet you!”

I go through pregnancy once again but this time I took maternity leave at both jobs right at the 5th month of my pregnancy. I mainly did it to avoid publicity and cameras, so I can do my thing in peace. Surprisingly, I was the first one in my company to go on leave and it made me want to rewrite the leave so you’d get 8 months off instead of 5. So on said leave, I did the rewrite and had Beizu do all that paperwork and update everyone. He hated me for it but at least I wasn’t in the office overworking myself while heavily pregnant. We didn’t want a baby shower, mainly because we were already well off and it seemed like theft if we made our friends come and give us baby stuff. I ordered the baby stuff online for in-store pick up and uncle Jin and aunty Mimi would go get it for me. They were very excited to be an uncle and aunt to the point of jumping ahead to how my baby will interact and love them. My parents and in-laws were super pleased with the fact that we were pregnant. The In-laws announced it to the rest of the family and they all cheered that the family name will stay nice and strong. We decided to just have the crib and other baby stuff in our bedroom so we don’t have to have a baby monitor and have our baby within reach. It was nearly go time when Tenya got leave and I was in that nesting mode.

“We have to set up the bottle warming station!” I said franticly setting up the small machine “I’m going to pumping so much it’s not even funny! OH! can you-”

“Relax Ita, please!” Tenya begged “you’ve been up since 6am and hardly sat down” he rubbed her shoulders “why don’t you let me set this up while you take a nap nap on the couch? I’ll have a snack waiting for you when you wake up.”

“Alright, if it will make you feel better” I lean into his hands “then I’ll take a break.” I lay down and the baby started moving like crazy, not letting me sleep.

“Oh you woke up?” Tenya asked as he saw me quickly sit up after an hour.

“Not to cause alarm” I slowly turn to where Tenya was and calmly spoke “but my water broke....deadass.”

Now Tenya was in panic as I calmly called Mimi and Jin that it was time. As we got in the car, I called my parents that I was on my way to the hospital to give birth. I can’t go to a regular hospital, so I have to go to a government protected one that’s an hour away from the gated community. Lucky me that Jin can portal us there in an instant. I was in labor for a while and gave natural birth to our first child. I didn’t need to go into stasis nor get stitched up, so I got see my baby for those crucial first few days. We got home just before the first summer storm.

“Oh wow look at you!” I cooed at my baby “you’re not scared of the rain or any of those big scary noises huh?”

“Is that normal?” asked Tenya, still trying to figure out how babies work.

“Not sure, but my mom said I was a very quiet and unfussy baby” I yawned “so maybe they got it from me.”

“Come on, both of you take a nap!” he coaxed the new mom to the couch “I’ll hold you both in my arms.”

“You’re too much” I yawned as I nestled myself in his arms with the baby in mine “but I love you.”

Tenya took in his surroundings, the house was quiet and the rain was coming down hard with some thunder in the far distance. He looked down to see the baby looking back up at him, the same way Ita would look at him when he’d hold her. “Can’t sleep? What is it?” he asked the newborn “this is your home, we’re going spend every waking moment here with you. Doesn’t that sound nice?” the newborn freed one of their hands from the blanket to extend out “Oh my sweet, little girl” he kissed their hand “I can’t wait to see the person you’ll become in our hectic and wonderful world.”

About a month later, we invited our friends to meet our baby. Literally, Tenya wanted a ‘meet our baby’ party instead of a birthday party because he REALLY wanted to show off our baby. I don’t blame him, we made a cute baby.

“What a cutie! Awww” Midnight squealed “what did you end up naming her?”

“Lili Perla” I responded with the baby in my arms “like the flower. Would you like to hold her?”

“I would!” she cradled the baby gently “Hello!~ It’s your aunty Midnight! I can’t wait to see you grow up into a little turbo kid like daddy. Or curly haired rebel like mommy.”

“Nemuri, isn’t my niece the cutest baby?!” cried out Tensei “I can tell she’ll have most of the Iida strong traits!”

“That terrifies me” I split my gaze between the two brothers “I can’t deal with yo rectangular like, fucked up brows havin asses! My baby is gonna be the prettiest little thing with all my family’s beauty traits.”

“I hope she’s outspoken like you” Midnight hands me back the baby “we need more Itas in this world.”

“Oh look it’s Lili-chan!” cooed Ochako with her son in her arms “say hi Maru! She’s going to be your friend and play with you when she gets big enough.”

“Don’t be shy Maru” coaxed Midoriya “the Iida’s are our friends and Lili will be a very loyal friend just like their mom and dad.”

We watched the little boy wave and Lili waving back “Oh she’s picking up fast!” exclaimed Midnight “that’s peculiar.”

“Right?! She already knows basic things like greetings, waving, attention grabbing and flails her arms to music” I giggle a bit “like, she can’t talk but she gives a little yell when Tenya comes home and a long yell when she needs something. She doesn’t cry for anything!”

“Hey guys, I heard baby talk and had to see the little lady” Mineta said as he walked up to me “may I hold her?”

“Sure, make sure you support her head.”

“Hi there! I’m your cool uncle Minoru” he cooed at the baby “one day I’ll give you a cousin to play with.”

The baby didn’t bide well with the grape man and started crying “Oh no! She hates you” Todoroki said flatly “here, let me.” He held the baby and she instantly stopped crying “See? She doesn’t mind me.”

I started laughing “Oh fuck she’s learning a little too fast!” I saw that Shoto brought Touya with him “Hi Touya, surprised to see you here.”

“Yea, I had to see for myself that you had a baby” he said as he peered over Shoto’s shoulder to see the baby “what a cute little squish” Shoto hands him the baby “you don’t know me but your mommy saved me from some baddies and brought me to my family, don’t you grow up and give your mother trouble!” He turns to me “she isn’t afraid of me.”

“Seems like she isn’t afraid of anything yet” Touya hands me the baby “I’m sure it’s just a curiosity phase and she’ll be crying more as she gets older.”

“May I hold her?” Tokoyami asked me “lets see if she will cry with me.” I hand her over and she smiled as her hands touched his beak “nope, she’s like her mother, curious and giggly” he nuzzles her and Dark Shadow comes out to see the baby. Lili sees it and starts to grunt to touch it “You want Dark Shadow? Um, okay.”

“I don’t believe it” Shinso smirked “you two managed to make the ideal baby in one try” Tokoyami hands Shinso the baby “oh the things you’ll get to experience with your mother, lucky you” Lili tugs on his shirt “what is it? You like the satin shirt?” Lili grunts in response “Ita what are you feeding this child to have them this...smart?”

“I’m just breastfeeding her I swear!” I look to Tenya “we have no idea if her level of response is because of a quirk or it’s her own level of intelligence and we’re just doing a good job at stimulating her enough.”

Seeing her grow up into little Miss Independent was quite the journey for a new parent. She was walking at 11 months old and running a few weeks after her 1st birthday, causing a lot of mischief. At 1 and 4 months she was talking in English and Japanese, small phrases like ‘howdy’ ‘mom’ ‘dad’ ‘doggy’ ‘hot’ and ‘not nice’. Her first word was doggy because Muffin 2.0 had to switch roles from security to nanny when she’d run around the house. When she turned two, her quirk grew in, smaller rocket-like engines on her feet! The amount of joy the Iida family got from hearing about this brought them to tears that the legacy will live on. My family was impressed that it wasn’t telekinesis and was excited to see another random quirk in our gene pool. But it didn’t stop there, when she got a little runny nose and blew her nose, her clothes instantly turned to threads! She had a second quirk, Master Thread! Tenya and I were so happy that she was blessed with two separate quirks that we helped her in anyway possible to develop her skills better at home. She really liked dancing and all the pretty costumes, so I put her in private lessons and fell in love with it. We didn’t stop at her though, we had another baby after Lili’s 3rd birthday, a baby boy named Iwata El Roca. And 4 years after him, twins! A boy and girl named Hanaka Rosa and Tensei Oro...can you tell who named who? It was a full house come Christmas time of six people and a robo dog. Everyone was tired and sprawled about on the couch, Lili was holding Hanaka on the far side, Ita was holding Iwata as she leaned on Tenya’s shoulder. Tenya was cradling baby Tensei and everyone was asleep after a grand meal and watching a holiday movie, except for Tenya. He took in his surroundings and sighed. He was in a new home, the house was quiet with just the sounds of his family breathing, snow was falling outside, everyone was safe and warm. How weird that everything fell into place when he fell in love with one person, now he shares his love in 5 different people that show it back.

“Hnn, Tenya” Ita drowsily spoke “we have to put the kids to bed.”

“Just 5 more minutes, please love.” He softly responded “When will we ever have them this little and peaceful again?”

“Fine, 5 more minutes” she pulled her son closer to her chest “I love you.”

“I love you more” he kissed her forehead.

-Book 1 End-

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