could I have "when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me." For a anti x male or gn reader as a promt from the protective protective list?
of course!!! love it when people request things from characters I have written for in a while <3
You couldn't move.
Dozens of sleek black barrels pointed at you both like a silent death sentence. Harsh red lights washed over everyones face, giving the impression that the hallways was bathed from head to toe with blood. Which wasn't too far from the truth.
Buzzers both distant and near blared into the air. The sound covered up the painful moans of scientists turned blobs of deformed flesh on the ground. Something that you would have been thankful for if the circumstances were different.
"Alter 114209!" Someone yelled somewhat fearfully from the semi circle of armed gaurds. "Stand down or we'll shoot!"
You slowly turned to look at the person, er, thing, that they were speaking to. You could feel your eyes darting around his rigid face with fear. Gaze uncertain.
Anti bared his teeth with a harsh cackle.
"If you don't put your hands in the air in the next ten seconds, my men will fire!!"
His fingers twitched. Itching to latch around someone's neck you supposed. It was funny, really, how little you knew about this demon despite spending the past thirty six hours of your life dedicated to helping him and a few other people escape this madhouse.
"When I say run (Y/n)—" He growled, white pupils burning with hatred. "—I need you to do as I say and don't even think about me. Got it?" His gaze was petrifying. It reminded you of a story you had been forced to read and over analyze in class years ago. An ancient greek myth about a hideous monster that could turn people to stone.
Swallowing at that moment felt like you were trying to force a wad of dry cotten down your throat, but you managed a small nod. Anti gave a curt one back to you in return.
"Just don't do anything to Chase." Was all you managed to wisper back before the first bullet cracked through the air.
Heya Clanny! Could I ask for an anti x reader where reader's been super busy lately and anti convinces them to take the night off for cuddles? No pressure of course!! - 🐊 anon
"Hello~”
“ALTR 11--oh sorry, Anti.” You corrected yourself, tiredly rubbing both eyes as you stared at the computer screen. “Force of habit.”
Yes, the glitch demon himself--IRIS' "public enemy number one"--was standing right behind you. He could very easily murder you without a second thought.
But he didn’t. He had no drive to.
You’ve been dating him for several years in secret, so you were never afraid of him..and he found the feeling of love to be just as exhilarating as inducing fear.
You were there for him back when his skin was green and his throat wound was a messy bloody scar, still coping with having a human body. Now all of that healed and he looks more human than ever. The glitches still remained, obviously, but they no longer made him twitch violently like before.
Unfortunately, he garnered the attention of IRIS due to his growing power. And as a member of the organization, you had to file reports on him.
You joined a few years back with the promise of giving them valuable information on “ALTR 114209″, researching potential leads and ways to contain him since he’s regarded as “impossible to capture”--and still is to this very day.
But in reality, you’re just writing bullshit documents. No way was “currently dating Dr. [L/N]” going to be any part of that.
So far none of them suspected a thing. You both prefer to keep it that way until you figured out how to sabotage the facility from the inside out.
Though you’ve been typing away all day long, feeling sleep wanting to overtake you.
“Why don’t ya take the night off?” You sensed Anti leaning over your shoulder, hearing the low hum of static. “You’ve done enough work.”
“Since when were you concerned about a human’s well-being, huh?” With a chuckle, you decided to give him what he wanted, saving your document and logging off.
“Only yours. I couldn’t give a shit about anyone else.”
“...true.” You closed the laptop and got up to stretch-
Only to be swept off your feet by the glitch demon.
“Hey! I can still walk, jackass.” You scowled. He just returned it with a smug grin as he carried you to the bed.
The room was dark, save for his glowing green pupils. They always captivated you--almost hypnotic, in a sense.
Once you were both settled in, he cuddled up to you and put his head on your chest. You smiled and left your hand buried in his hair, massaging his scalp as the two of you eventually dozed off.
It was nice to hold him without worrying about blood getting everywhere.
i've a nagging fear someone else is pulling at the strings
Chase Brody x IRIS!reader
"The date is October 20th 2019. Good morning Chase. How are you feeling today?" The man watches you as you take a seat across the table from him and place all your folders down. You're not a scientist he recognises, and yet something about you seems familiar. Weird.
"Fucking fantastic. Where's the other guy?"
"Today's his day off. Even scientists get a break every now and then Chase. I'll be filling in for him today to check up on your wellbeing if you're okay with that?" He considers you for a moment. The other scientist always looks so frustrated with him but you seem so earnest for him to want to speak to you. It's almost endearing. On the outside it would be flattering to have someone like you so invested in his wellbeing.
"S'fine. Not like I have a choice anyway." He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. He briefly glances at the camera that's been directed at him since he got here. It's almost like it follows him. IRIS certainly have the whole surveillance state thing down to a tee. The light remains off for now, he’s still not sure if that’s good or bad though.
"You always have a choice, Chase. Remember that." You smile at him, like you want to reassure him. The more he looks at you, the more he’s sure he’s seen you before. Fleeting images of you and a weird looking man drift through his mind but there’s nothing concrete attached to them, they feel like dreams rather than memories.
"Sorry but have we met before? You seem really familiar." He watches you closely as the gentle smile you'd been sporting quickly disappears as you press your lips into a thin line. Shit he didn't mean to upset you.
"Not as far as I'm aware. Is that sense of deja vu something you experience often?" You sound so concerned that Chase almost forgets that you're asking him in a professional capacity. You're a scientist, he needs to remember that and be careful what he says. Who knows how what he says could be used against him. You don't care about him, you care about what his answers mean for your research.
“Not that often. I felt it here when I first came in and just then when I saw you, that’s it. It’s not that interesting.” He waits for the rehearsed speech of “we’ll decide what’s important” and is mildly surprised when you don’t push him. You just make a short note on your clipboard and that’s that. He immediately likes you more than the usual guy.
“So, how are you feeling? What’s your emotional state where 1 is the worst and 10 is the best?”
“5? Maybe a 4? ‘M not too sure. Been getting bored waiting around with only a tennis ball to entertain myself.”
“We could provide you with some reading material if that would alleviate some of the boredom? I can’t promise it’ll be a New York Times bestseller but if it’s something that you would like, I can arrange to have something brought in for you.”
“That would be great, yeah. Could I have had stuff all this time? Why did the other guy not offer me anything?”
“Honestly, Chase, I’m not sure. He should have offered you something, it’s not like we want you getting cabin fever from being here. I promise after this I’ll look into it for you.” You're so different from the usual guy, he keeps almost forgetting what the symbol on your lab coat represents. He's been treated with suspicion and disdain since he was brought here, and then you come along and show him actual human decency. You're different from everyone else he's interacted with, part of him is hoping you'll visit him again. There's a prickling of suspicion about your behaviour in the back of his mind though.
"Why're you being so nice to me?"
"Believe it or not, we all just want to help you Chase. It's for your protection that you were brought here. We just need to make sure that you're okay and then you'll be free to go. The least we can do is help to make your stay here feel less like you're in prison."
"Wait, protection from what? I don't remember what happened to me, are you saying I was attacked or something?"
"No, nothing like that. We just need to try and build a better picture of what happened to you and the best way to do that is to keep you under observation. I just need to ask you a few more questions, okay?" He makes a noise of agreement and the next few minutes are spent going over the usual questions he gets asked during these sessions.
He senses the presence before he sees it. It's when you bend your head to make another note that he sees out of the corner of his eye a figure move through the room. When he turns his head it seems to vanish and then appear directly behind you. He wants to speak up, to warn you, but finds his voice is failing him and the figure moves to rest its hands on your shoulders. Chase expects you to react to the touch but when you give no indication that anything is amiss, he starts to worry that he genuinely is going crazy.
The sudden flashing light on the camera next to you makes you look up to see Chase looking at you with such fear in his eyes. "Is everything okay?" He nods but doesn't look certain. It seems like he's staring at something behind you but there's no one there, nobody else is in the room with you. He blinks his eyes rapidly, then flicks back to yours and he seems to relax ever so slightly. Interesting.
"Yeah 'm fine. What's the next question?"
"Actually I think we're done with questions for this session. Is there anything else you want to discuss other than what you've already raised?" He shakes his head in response to your question and he notes that you frown slightly at the lack of verbal response. "Well in that case, I hope to see you again soon. I'll get that reading material sorted for you, hopefully we'll be able to provide you with something within the next day or so."
Closing the door behind you, you make your way to the break room, but not before looking up and making eye contact with the WATCHR camera overhead. "114209 he's ready. It's time to begin." You end your sentence with a wink in the direction of the camera before making your way out of the building. Your job here is done. Now all that's left is to let Anti do what he does best. It's going to be a busy few days at the IRIS Institute and you can't wait to see it.
Notes: I really liked the idea of someone inside IRIS working with Anti and couldn't get this concept out of my head so here's my first dabble into writing Chase :)
Summary: hurt/comfort scenario between Sean and the reader
Character: Jacksepticeye x fem!Reader
Warnings: TW!!! self harm, depression, please do not read if you aren’t comfortable or if you think it will harm your mental health <3 Request, but it wouldn’t let me tag
I never used to feel like this. The world used to be somewhere I felt safe and happy. I didn’t realise things started to change until I found myself in this dark place. A place where I couldn’t form relationships, were I couldn’t find myself, where I couldn’t stand myself. Rain contorted into comfort, in comparison to the sunny days I used to love, now I dread the pools of sweat. Sweat made sticky from the long sleeves and the thick pants. My shaking hands, dropping the few mugs I owned due to exhaustion. But in my black and dark locus, there was a drop of light. A beacon of hope. He was a daydream, really. He was my white knight, saving me from the cynical, desolate island wrapped around my brain.
Not a day goes by when I don’t think, he could do better or what makes me so different from the beauty that surrounds us?
I’m not sure I’d like to think about that.
So here I am, face to face with my saviour.
‘‘I know this is hard to talk about, but I want to help you become a better you.’‘ Sean suggested we have this talk once a week, a check in, if you will.
‘‘I know, you do enough already, when I’m with you, I feel ignited.’‘
He smiles, not in pity, in pride.
‘‘I think back to every time I found you crying, the head inside of my heart begs me to save you. You haven’t been fine in a long time.’‘ He cups my hands at in the crossroads between our legs.
‘‘I’m managing.’‘
‘‘Really? That’s not how it looks to me.’‘ His hand reached up to brush a rogue strand of hair, placing it softly behind my ear.
‘‘I know. I know I can do better, try to feel better. It’s messy and complicated. I’m trying, not just for you but for me. But I do need help sometimes. I can’t take this anymore.’‘ I mutter.
‘‘That’s what I like to hear. In here we know it’s okay to ask for help, you know it’s okay if you can’t do this on your own. Your scars make you distinctive. Tells people you are strong. ’‘ He pulls me so I’m pressed against him, I lean into his touch, wantonly.
‘‘I just want you to stop telling me you’re okay. I don’t want-’‘ He chokes up, I can feel his breathing pattern breaking.
‘‘I don’t want to feel like every kiss, could be a goodbye kiss. I don’t want to say goodbye to you. I never want to. We are in this together and I mean it. Lay your load, confess your hurt. I’m here for you as long as you want me.’‘ I didn’t look up, I didn’t want to see the tears streaming down his face.
Would you be willing to do an Anti x reader with #74? I love your writing!
Coffee Talk | Antisepticeye x Reader
I really liked this one. Yeah, Anti's a bit OOC, but I wanted to have a relationship between Anti and the reader where he could be more vulnerable and "human," so yeah... Enjoy!
Prompts:
74. "Why are you like this?" | "Honestly? I'm running on caffeine, sugar, and pure spite. By the way, have you always had a twin?"
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Winter had always been one of your favorite seasons. Despite the shorter days and earlier sunsets, the soft ambiance created by a sleeping world and the snowfall made you like it. It also gave you an excuse to cuddle up in a mass of blankets with a hot drink and watch your favorite TV shows. But your favorite thing was that no one came to bother you—at least not as often. Living in a cabin in the woods had its perks, especially during the winter months. The roads were often too icy or snow-covered to traverse unless you used a snowmobile. And anyone who was desperate enough to do that had to be crazy or looking to sell you something. Those solicitors always found a way to knock on your door. Always.
Inhaling deeply, you smiled as you glanced out at the tall evergreen trees that surrounded your home. Snow had begun to fall for the third time today, blanketing the outside world with white. Though the sun was obscured by thick clouds, you could tell it was sometime in the afternoon by the encroaching darkness that filled the woods. But a fire crackled in the background, giving off a pleasant warmth and staving off the darkness of the storm. Snuggling deeper into your soft, fuzzy blanket, you took a sip of your cup of hot chocolate.
“Ah… This is nice…” You mumbled, letting your muscles relax. Winter was also a good time to wind down since you’d often be snowed in and unable to go in for work. But that’s where your amazingly good internet came in to fill the silence.
Unfortunately, you can’t have a nice afternoon to yourself. A loud, jarring thud echoed in the back of your cabin—your room, specifically—which caused you to spill lukewarm chocolate on you. Hissing and clicking your tongue in exasperation, you unraveled your blanket burrito and went to investigate. There were only a few people—well, not people exactly, but that’s beside the point—who could suddenly appear in your home unannounced and during a winter storm. So you weren’t afraid as you stomped into your room. Staring down at a crumpled heap, you crossed your arms, unimpressed.
“What did I say about dropping in unannounced, Anti?”
A glitchy laugh left the demon on your floor. “Can’t say I remember, [Y/n].”
Rolling your eyes, you pulled Anti up from the floor. “So, what brings you to my neck of the woods, hmm?” You asked as you searched through your closet for a new shirt. Anti leaned against the wall, a familiar dagger in his hands and glinted in the limited light.
The weapon in his hands was custom made and very expensive. You would know as you had given it to him for his birthday. The dagger’s leather-wrapped grip had his name engraved in gold thread and a single emerald laid embedded in the pommel. The cross-guard was darkened steel and had flame-inspired designs etched into the metal that spilled onto part of the blade. The blade itself was sleek and thin, tempered and tapered to a razor sharp point. One slip-up would mean a bad day for you. Though you doubted he would even use a sheath, you had one made for the dagger for safety reasons. Robbie had a nasty habit of getting into things he shouldn’t—not that he really knew any better, bless his soul.
“Eh… I got bored. You know how it is.” He replied, glancing up from his dagger. “Jack was busy, Dark’s unavailable, Schneep doesn’t want anything to do with me, and Chase is off wasting his life away with alcohol. You know, the usual.”
You sighed, shaking your head. “You could be a little more supportive to Chase. He’s going through a lot right now and you’re his big brother. He needs you now more than ever.” You reminded before heading to the bathroom to change.
“He hates me. They all do.”
“They don’t hate you, Anti.” You said. “You just make life difficult for them. If you tried to be a little more kind, I bet they’d be a lot more open.”
Anti scoffed, running his thumb and index along the blade. You knew that Anti had a hard time fitting in with the other egos. Jack had made him to be evil, manipulative, and down-right cruel, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have soft spots. And while he had taken advantage of many of his brothers, he still had a desire to be included in family activities. He wanted to feel loved, too. Especially by his brothers. You could give him as much love and care in the world, but you were only one person. He needed a bigger support system.
Walking out into your bedroom again, you offered a smile. “Come on, Anti. If you’re gonna crash at my place, there’s not going to be any negativity here. You know my rules.”
“Yeah, yeah… They’re some stupid rules…” He grumbled.
“They keep you all in line, don’t they?”
The first time you had the egos over, they had almost burned your cabin to the ground. Since then, you had instigated many, many, many rules to prevent such a calamity. One of them was no negativity, and that was mostly in regards to Anti, Chase, Schneep, and occasionally Marvin. You knew how self-destructive they could be and you wanted your home to be a safe haven for them. Months passed before you adjusted to finding one or two egos in your home at all odd hours. They’d crash at your home if they needed a breather, or if they needed to talk, or if they just needed some quiet time. Occasionally, some of Mark’s egos would pop in, but those were rare occurrences.
Your most frequent visitors were Marvin, Chase, Anti, and Robbie. Robbie would often come by accident, but you didn’t mind. The zombie was always welcomed. His brothers would sometimes come looking for him in a panic if you neglected to call them about Robbie’s appearance at your cabin. Marvin’s visits startled you the most; he’d appear in a cloud of brightly colored smoke that would dye your hair for about a week before fading. He came for treats or to wrap himself up in your blankets. His excuse was that only yours could make him feel better after a botched magic trick. When Chase would come by, he was usually drunk off his ass. That made you worry even more because he always drove to your house. You spent most of your time getting him sober before the two of you would sit on the patio, enjoying nature when the weather permitted. It calmed him down and allowed him to forget things for a moment.
Anti was different. He didn’t come for solace or for encouraging advice—you learned early on to leave him to his own devices because of the first time he threatened you. That was before you had become good friends. When Anti would visit, he’d wander around, stalking through the shadows, and keeping to himself. He was an enigma to you. He never really did anything; never tried to spook you, possess you, or even manipulate you. Anti was just… there. It took months of subtle prying to learn why he even bothered coming out this far.
He was lonely.
He was lonely and he wanted attention. You were surprised to learn this, because, uh, hello? A glitch demon just said he was lonely and wanted some company? That doesn’t happen everyday. It had taken a few minutes for you to process what he had admitted, but you finally took a deep breath and smiled.
“Alright, then, Anti. I’ll be your friend.”
The demon had been very surprised and had tried to hide his mild happiness, you could see right through his mask. Your relationship was rocky at first; he was like a nosy cat getting into all of your things and overstepping a lot of boundaries. There was a lot of irritation and rough patches, but you saw it through and now you were inseparable. Anti came to you with his issues and ranted while you listened and gave advice. You could never hide anything from each other, especially when you had a bad day. Anti would often threaten to “talk” to the people who had given you grief, but you always stopped him. He may be a demon, but that didn’t mean you wanted to get in trouble with Jack for something he did.
You shook your head, dispelling the memories. “So, the usual?” You asked, walking into your kitchen and setting the kettle to boil. Anti followed you and perched himself on your counter. “Oi, off. You know the rules.”
“No egos on the table…” Anti muttered as you raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue. “Unless you’re Robbie, of course…”
“Good job, Anti!”
“Don’t test me, [Y/n].”
You stuck your tongue out. “Bite me.”
With a flick of his wrist, Anti sent the dagger flying through the air. It embedded itself in your cupboard, narrowly avoiding your cheek. You rolled your eyes as you felt his presence behind you. His fangs ghosted over your ear as his arms trapped you against the counter.
“Maybe…” He purred as he let his nose trail down your neck, taking in your scent. “I will.”
You chuckled. “You said that last time, Anti. Sometimes I think you’re too chicken to follow through with your threats and promises.”
Slipping out of his grip, you went back to fixing the two of you some coffee. Like his creator, Anti adored coffee, though he’d die before admitting he had anything in common with Jack. It was something with the innate rivalry he said that he had. His ramblings often reminded you of Actor’s delusions about him and Dark. Mixing in the right amount of cream and sugar, you offered Anti his mug. Contrary to popular belief, he didn’t like his coffee black. You would have thought he was Robbie by the amount of sweet things he ate.
Anti grumbled, taking a sip of his drink to hide his growing blush. No matter what he tried, he could never fluster or intimidate you. Grabbing his dagger, he took a seat at your table and you joined him. The two of you sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company. The snow storm outside grew stronger and the snowflakes became bigger with each gust of wind. Anti was lucky he could teleport, otherwise he’d be stuck with you for the next several days by the look of this storm.
You set your mug down on the wooden table. “So, what’s the real reason you came by for a visit? I know how much you hate the cold so you’d have to really need something to come.” You weren’t stupid or oblivious. Anti was an open book to you—at least most days he was. And there was definitely something on his mind right now.
Anti looked down at the table, focusing on the individual wood grains and general nicks left in the wood. The dagger glinted in the light, beckoning to him. Though he might not show it often, he loved your gift. He treasured it and valued it above anything else he owned. None of the other egos were allowed to touch it, not even Robbie. While it represented danger, to Anti it meant a whole lot more. Friendship, acceptance, and the faith you had in him. You wouldn’t have given him such a weapon if you didn’t trust him.
“It’s… It’s nothing. Can’t I visit a friend on what has to be the coldest day of the year?” He asked, a grin finding its way onto his lips.
“Anti…” You prodded, trying to be as gentle and as caring as you could. You weren’t going to let this go, but Anti could become extremely hostile at the drop of a hat and you didn’t want him to get angry at you.
“[Y/n], it’s nothing, I swear. Everything’s perfectly fine.” He persisted, his voice leaking tones of irritation and slight pain.
You sighed heavily. Anti was closing himself off; it was his defense mechanism. Several moments of silence passed before you dared open your mouth again. “Why are you like this?” You asked, genuine concern in your voice as you looked across the table at the demonic ego. “You close yourself off from others and you don’t allow people to help. Anti, we’re friends, right? You know you can tell me anything.”
Anti didn’t respond for several moments. “Honestly?” He sighed. “I’m running on caffeine, sugar, and pure spite.” He paused for a moment. “By the way, have you always had a twin?”
If his despondent attitude hadn’t worried you, his words did. Something had happened to him in the last several hours and it had really shaken him. Perhaps an issue with his brothers had risen, or perhaps he had been injured and didn’t want to go to Schneep for help? It would explain why he was apparently seeing doubles. Reaching across the table, you placed your hand on his. Your warmth melted on his cold skin, much like a snowflake would against your face or hair. Anti offered a weak smile, trying to play the ‘I’m okay, I really am’ card, but it wasn’t going to work with you.
“Anti, please… I don’t want you to think you’re alone in whatever you’re going through.” You begged, worry writing itself into your features. You cared for Anti deeply—probably far beyond friendship—and you didn’t want him to feel sad.
The demon knew he couldn’t hold out forever. You would only keep pushing and pushing until he would finally break down and tell you everything. Taking a deep breath, he looked up into your eyes. “I… It was an accident.” He said. “I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did.”
“What happened, Anti?”
“I… hurt Jack. Real bad.”
Your heart fell at his words. You knew Anti often threatened Jack’s life and had hurt him many times in the past few years, both mentally and physically. But to hear Anti’s voice waver… It threw you for a loop. “Is he okay now…?” You asked, hesitance clear in your voice.
Anti sniffed as he grabbed your hand, his grip tight and desperate. “I don’t know. The others won’t let me see him.” He swallowed. “And Chase… he… he… shot me.”
You gasped. You knew Chase had access to a gun—which you often feared he would turn against himself again—but you never thought he’d turn it on his big brother. “He shot you? Are you okay? Are you bleeding?” Try as you might, you couldn’t hide the panic and fear in your voice and Anti definitely caught on to it.
Standing up, you went and started to check him for wounds, despite his protests. His dark wardrobe made it hard to see any blood, but you knew you’d found the injury when your hands came back red. While you would usually panic when any of the egos would come to you with injuries, this made your heart stop. Anti was virtually invincible and healed quicker than any of his brothers. Yet somehow Chase had successfully inflicted a wound. Most likely with Marvin’s help. The magician knew a plethora of spells, many of which could affect Anti in a negative fashion.
You couldn’t find your voice as you stared down at your hand. His blood was a darker shade than most and stained your hand. Anti could see you shaking and took your hands in his. “[Y/n], I’m fine. It’s a flesh wound, nothing more. Though it is taking a little longer than expected to heal…” He grumbled, though his words did little to comfort you.
Somehow, you found the strength to go and grab the medical kit. You cut his shirt away and assessed the wound. It wasn’t deep enough to damage any organs, but it did need stitches. You weren’t a pro at sewing, but you would try your best. Gritting your teeth, you threaded the needle with some difficulty and started patching the green-haired ego up. Anti did his best not to flinch while you worked and said nothing when you wrapped his side up in bandages. While you were a bit hard to read, he could tell a hundred emotions were simmering beneath the surface of your skin, lying in wait to explode like a volcano. And that wouldn’t be too pretty.
“[Y/n]…?”
“Don’t. Just… don’t. I don’t want to say something I’ll regret later.”
Anti swallowed and stared down at the ground. “I know I messed up. I know how much you care about Jack and… and I know you’re probably furious at me, but… I just… don’t know what to do now. I tried to say I was sorry, that I didn’t mean to hurt him that badly, but they all just… turned on me.”
You knew Anti had many masks and personas. With his brothers, he was cold, heartless, manipulative—every bit as cruel as Jack had created him to be. With Dark, he was witty, cool, crazy. He allowed himself to let go a little and have some fun. But with you, there was nothing hiding what he really felt. He trusted you to keep quiet about his moments of vulnerability and he knew he could tell you anything. You knew he was feeling guilt, anger, confusion, and betrayal right now. He was afraid that you would blame him too, but you didn’t. At least, not completely.
“Anti… If you think I’m angry at you, I’m not. I know how you are and I know that as much as you may hate Jack, I know you don’t want to kill him.” You stated. “I know you, Anti. I believe you when you say it was an accident. The Anti I know thinks his murderous plots out.” You teased, trying to get him to smile. It worked only a smidge.
You sighed. “Anti… You remember when I gave you that dagger?” You asked, gesturing to the blade that laid on the table in an innocent fashion. “Do you remember what I said?” With a gentle touch, you tilted his chin upwards to meet his sad, despondent gaze.
“That you trusted me to use it wisely… That you knew I’d never hurt you or anyone on purpose, no matter what I claimed.” He stated. Part of that statement was true. Anti was still himself. He would hurt and maim without mercy, but when it came to you, he just couldn’t hurt you. You were his first true friend and he didn’t want to lose you.
“That’s right. I trust and believe you, Anti.” You stated with a smile. Kissing his forehead, you had him stand up. “Come on, as much as I want to go and figure out what’s going on with Jack and the others, I think it would be best if you laid low for a while, give them time to cool off. Everything will be fine, I promise. Schneep is a great doctor and Jack’s in good hands. I promise.”
Anti was still unconvinced, but let you drag him to the couch with your drinks. Tossing the blankets back onto the couch, you smiled. “As good as you look with only part of a shirt on, it’s cold outside and I know how much you like my blankets, so here.”
You threw his favorite blanket—a bright green one—over to him and he wrapped himself in it with some difficulty. His wound still hurt and inhibited some of his upper movement, but he was going to be okay. Sitting down next to Anti, you cuddled up in your own blanket.
“Starting now, we’re going to relax, enjoy a good movie, and forget all this drama.” You stated. “Now, what movie do you want to watch?”
Cue a small argument that left the two of you laughing and smiling. Things may be crazy outside, but right now, in your small cabin, the world was happy and content. Anti was able to relax and lose himself for a bit while you sat next to him, curled up into his uninjured side. A small smile appeared on his face as he looked down at you.
“I could get used to this…” He mumbled.
“Did you say something, Anti?”
Anti shook his head. “No. Just focus on your movie.” The two of you spent the evening watching many good films, drinking as much coffee as you could, and sharing bouts of laughter. Everything was going to be fine, even if it would take a little while to start looking better.
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Well, I hope you enjoyed this angsty, fluffy one shot. I sure loved writing it. 😊
Theres always something peaceful about the rain, even when your driving and it makes it harder to see. I was stuck inside with nothing to really but watch the rain gather on my bedroom window, my room Sean had been gone most of the day, off filming some youtube video in his office, and I was stuck at home with nothing to do but watch as the rain covered the streets of Brighton and cars drove past the house. I had nothing but my imagination to turn to... sure I could turn on the tv and watch something but it would probably turn into endless scrolling before eventually giving up and going back to staring out the window, so I was going to cut out the middle part and just stare.
I glanced at the clock, who knows how long Sean will be gone. My mind wonder to a more naughty place, having a roommate had it disadvantages when it came to getting some personal one on one time with yourself. Fuck I was horny, but their was nothing new about that, I had a pretty high labido, pretty much ready to go whenever someone said the word. I turned toward my computer in my chair, a blink email open to my boss... oh right, I was trying to get work done at one point.
I opened incognito mode on my browser and typed pornhub before letting it load, it could be a little to tame sometimes for my taste but at the moment I just wanted to have something to lazily jerk off too. When the sight loaded my eyes were assulted with naked women, I scrunched up my nose a bit. Not what I wanted to see at the moment. I quickly got to the gay side with a few clicks and looked at the some of the thumbnails, I came to someone who looked a little like Sean, I bit my lip. Typical gay boy falling for his straight friend, well more lusting after but still. I clicked on it turning down my speakers so if Sean did come in he wouldn't just hear porn blasting.
I slide my sweat pants down enough to let my cock free, already hard aching to get some attention, I teased myself, only letting the tips of my fingers lightly brush along the length of my cock. I let out a frustrated breath, my mind to weak to deal with even me teasing myself at the moment - its been too long. I wrap a hand around myself letting out a soft moan as I do so, my attention turning to the man on the screan, who was also jerking himself off, mumbling dirty things to the camera.
"I bet you like watch me jerk off don't you? yeah touch your pathetic cock fag" came from my speaker, the male had a deep voice.
He was putting it on a little thick, not that I don't like being degraded but sometimes pornstars should just shut up. I went with it though;
"oh fuck yes" i answered the man who couldn't hear me.
I found my imagination doing what it does best, imagining it was Sean, the voice was to different, but the body build and face worked out, so I did my best to look past the voice. I stroked myself a little faster, I wanted to enjoy it but their was always that little bit of anxiety that Sean might have weaseled his way into the house with out making any noise and would catch me.
"Thats right - I bet you wish you could suck it, don't you sissy?"
"pls, sean" I find myself whining as I tilt my head back allowing my mind to do whatever it wanted to get me off, the mans voice slowly started to sound like Seans.
"That's right you'd do anything for an alpha like me wouldn't you?"
"god, fuck, yes~" I moan getting lost in the image of Sean stroking himself in front of me, teasing me, not letting me touch him only allowing me to watch "Sean, fuck, please" i begged outloud.
"Oh god, I might use your throat as a cock warmer later"
"Please Sean I want it" my hand move faster as I was getting closer to cumming.
"y/n?" the door opened and I gasped, I tried to stop myself but I came hard as Sean walked through the door with a strangled moan.
ooOOoo
{ Sean's Pov }
I had gotten done with my filming a little earlier then I thought I would have, and went straight home after locking up the office. I huffed as I hadn't brought an umbrella with me, so I'd be walking back in the rain with no protection. stupid wheather. I walked as quick as I could back to my house, jogging the last block, even then I still got pretty wet, my hair dripped along and my sweated was soaked.
I quickly got inside dripping on the floor should clean that before y/n sees, he tries so hard to keep the house clean for both of us, I don't expect him to, but it is nice that he does most of the cleaning.
"Sean" I hear y/n moan, I freeze, was he.... No, why would be calling out my name while doing that? he must of been hurt that was it.
"y/n?" I call.
"Sean please" another moan from his room.
I walk to his room slowly drying off as I dripped all over the house. I thought about knocking but instead I just opened the door, I heard y/n gasp then watch in shock as he came, I froze in place. He was moaning my name... I swallowed dryly, feeling a bit of arousals gather itself in me and watched as y/n scrambled closing out of the tab he was watching, the moans of the other male cutting abruptly as he did so. He tucked himself back into his sweats and gave an awkward cough.
"Knockings a smart thing to do" he says simply, his whole face a light shade of red from embarrassment.
"Sorry, I..." I paused "I heard my name"
This makes y/n eyes widden "oh..." he says before licking his lips, his eyes move up and down my body linger near my package for a little bit "you're wet" he says.
"yeah..." I nod its awkward, but I know what I want to do, I want to march over their and pull y/n into a kiss before demanding he fix the problem he made.
"you should -" I pulled him up by the shirt pressing my lips to his, I didn't give him a chance to kiss back before I pushed him onto his knees.
I slipped my jeans off before sitting down in his chair and looked down at a shocked y/n. I smirked a bit enjoying the confusion and excitment that was mixing on the boys face.
"are you going to fix this?" I asked pointing to my still covered dick, it was pressing against my boxers, begging for attnetion from y/n.
"If I dont?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow - of course he's the bratty type, anything to get a rise of out the dom. I shrugged a bit "Don't make me force you" I simply say, I had been with his type before... maybe not ever a guy but girl versions of it.
"You won't" he smirked challenging me.
I waisted no time grabbing his hair and forcefully pulling him closer and pressing his face into my lap "really now?" I smirk "come on don't make this hard for yourself"
Y/n sat for a minute probably processing what was happening. I wondered if he would try testing me to see how far I would go with this whole thing. As he stayed still I got my answer. I pulled him away harshly before slipping my boxers off and storking myself.
"You're being very disobedient" I said tightening my grip on his hair, a small whimper escaping his throat a I did so, I pulled him back to my dick "Lick" I say.
This time he obeys licking strips up my cock, I let out a low moan loosening my grip on his hair "good boy" I say "make me cum and maybe I'll reward you with the same kindness" I push my food into his buldge, he lets out a moan before pushing attempting to grind against my foot. I pull it away with a small chuckle as he whines at the loss. I moan as he takes me in his warm mouth.
"Fuck yeah baby, take it" I moan stopping myself from fucking his throat, I wantd to savor the pleasure for awhile.
I watched as y/n bobbed his head up in down, taking my cock little by little, I already felt close, it had been far to long since I had been with anyone, hopefull y/n was new long term play thing for me... maybe somethubg more. I push his head down all the way thrusting my cock into his throat as I stood, he gages at first but slowly he relaxes allowing me to do what I want without struggle.
"fuck y/n" I can't hell but moan "shit, I'm cumming" my hips stutter and I prop myself up with the desk as I cum down his throat allowing myself to ride it out, I feel hin swallow around my cock making me moan a bit. I fall back into the chair my cock leave y/n mouth as I do.
Y/n catches his breath and I look down at him, seeing a small dark patch in his sweats.
"Did I make you wet?" I smirk only earning a glare from him, I chuckle pushing my foot into his buldge once more and rubbing him through his sweats, he moans probably still sensitive from cumming before.
"Sean" he seens to beg.
I stop and pull him onto my lap effortlessly, allowing his legs to on either side of my right leg.
"hump my leg and make yourself cum like the little bitch you are" I say looking up into his eyes.
I wonder if he'll listen, or if he'll just call it off, we haven't talked kinks or anything before this so I was swinging blind. But as y/n props his his hands on my chest and slowly started humping my leg I relax, watching him.
"thats right, just like that, let md hear you moan" I say.
Y/n response with a moan moving his hips faster on my thigh chasing after his orgasam. I smirk as he whines obviously close by the way his hips are moving.
"Cum, make a mess in your pants" I whisper close to his ear.
Thats all it seemed to take, I watch as his gray sweat pants got a bit darker and smirker, I pushed my leg up into it earning a strangled whimper.
"Don't, sensitive" he whined as he laid his head on my shoulder, leaning his body into mine.
ooOOoo
{ Y/n Pov }
I felt tired but I wanted to stay awake to talk aboout what happened. I felt Sean slip off my pants and clean us both up with the tissues I had on my desk. He picked me up and carried me to my bed, I thought he would leave once he put me down but he crawled in with me, pulling me into his chest.
"Sean?" I questioned.
"I liked cuddling after sex" he said simply.
Of course he did. "What was that?"
"what do you want it to be?" he pulled away a bit so we could look at one another.
"...Something more then just sex?" I say.
"okay, I wouldn't mind that" Sean smiled a bit making my heart flutter.
"but you're-"
"I swear to got of you say I'm 'straight' after what happened back their I'm smacking you" he cut me off.
I went quiet, he had point, but still. I decided maybe it didn't matter, maybe all that mattet was I was with Sean now. So I cuddled back into him and closed my eyes, more then ready for sleep. Beford drifting off I felt him press a soft kiss into my head.
I.... I've been feeling the need to write YouTuber content lately... And I'm pretty sure 95% of you are here for Sally Face (thank you so much for 200+ followers btw) but I was thinking about allowing YouTuber requests again? I would be doing only Ego content, though. Thoughts?
