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kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals

Kinktober Prompts: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? CW: AU college fic. blood obsession/hematolagnia, bimbo reader, murder, slight DV (from your npc jerk ass bf), unprotected sex, masturbation, slight age gap (roughly 21 vs 28) and dark content. NOTE: If death/killer romanticization related shit triggers you this is probably a fic to avoid because that is happening all through this bitch. I literally wrote a murder fluff smut fic lmfao. WC: 6.5k of 15.4k Lightly black fem coded (reader is an AKA lmfao) but no descriptors.

A/N: This is my first kinktober fic! I'm sorry this took so long y'all but last week been low key hell and I was sick for a lot of it. Also I did struggle with this a bit since this one I decided to do as an whole fic instead of PWP and now its gotten to be so long its definitely going to be in two parts. Sorry there's no smut in the first part, but there is some fluff and some juicy build up. I've never written for Choso before but he's so baby girl omg I'm obsessed with him now but still I'm a bit nervous posting this. sorry if its dog.

Enjoy!

“Ever felt a knife rip through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?”

Those were the last words a nameless student heard before Ghostface's hunting knife shined menacingly in the air and came down to claim its newest victim.

Shluk! Shluk! Shluk!

Metal slashed through flesh with razor precision.

Gurgled death cries are silenced as the lifeless body collapses to the ground. 

A thick pool of blood began gathering around them to fan out and travel around their body down the slanted titled floor to drain. 

Choso breathed in deeply. 

A wave of calm washed over him. 

Peace. 

Almost in an enlightened state, he felt the most serene after a kill. 

It was beautiful. 

Blood was beautiful.

The surging stream of blood that would eventually slow to a trickle, the abstract designs of its splatter and the way it swirled around the body splayed across the ground like paint on a canvas.

Like a painting. 

A death painting… and the knife, his paintbrush. 

This was his art.

Choso can recall the first time he actually saw blood beyond a minor scrape. 

He couldn’t have been more than 6 years old. No doubt trying to impress his younger brother Yuji by balancing on top of the monkey bars. After all this time Choso isn’t certain as to how, but he lost his footing and fell flat on his face onto the unforgiving concrete below.

Screams of children filled the area once Choso pushed himself up onto his feet. He immediately felt wetness rush down his face. However, rather than cry or panic a young Choso cocked his head curiously when he noticed his reflection on the metal jungle gym. A warped view of his face mirrored back at him but he could still make out the bright red fluid cascading down his features staining him in red. 

Choso didn’t know how long he stood transfixed, mesmerized by the sight of rouge river that flowed from him until Yuji ran back crying with their parents in tow. 

It was how he had the scar across the bridge of his nose till this day, which became unsightly enough he had decided to get a black bar tattooed over it as soon as he turned 18. 

From then on he couldn’t deny his growing obsession with blood and seeing it leave the human body. All of which had led him here to this university to attain a PHD in Forensics. 

He picked this university, not only for their program but it was the perfect small town playground for Ghostface, a local urban legend from years ago he decided to revive once he felt as he had attained enough knowledge not to get caught.  

Choso was meticulous in his process. 

Ironclad alibis, no distinctive patterns and no victims with any connections to each other, nor him. Additionally, he had memorized all the angles of the university’s security system (thanks to a security guard he had bribed then promptly killed). 

His victims' lives were just his means to an end for his art and most students on this campus wouldn’t amount to much anyway outside of that was how he justified it. Choso did like toying with them on occasion though, fear made the blood pump faster and spray harder once he finally did catch them. 

Sadly, he could never admire his creations for too long though before needing to make his own exit. 

Almost midnight. 

Ten more minutes before campus security makes another round.

He took one last glance at the scene of carnage he had created before disappearing into the night. 

☠

In just a mere 2 hours, the news of another Ghostface murder spread across campus. 

The university’s students were either scared, scattering back to barricade themselves in their dorms. Or curious, lingering around the crime scene near the safety of the news crews and reporters who had gathered to see who the unlucky victim was this time.

No one however, is likely more curious than you: A third year forensics undergrad, who was just itching to get a real glimpse of your first real crime scene, a Ghostface copycat killer crime scene at that! 

You had even left a huge frat party (to be fair it was about to get broken up soon anyway) to trek across campus in the bitter cold of late fall. 

“Y/N, let’s go back–,” one of your pledges whined, “–it’s cold and my feet hurt in these heels!”

“Shh, Stassi, shut up! What if this is an initiation test?” another pledge whispered. 

Your sorority pledges chatter on behind you and you almost forgot you brought them along. It’s not like you wanted to but, like it or not, they were attached to you at the hip like little ducklings until rush was over.

With a clap you turn on your heel to address them.

“Ladies–” 

However you abruptly stop once you see your Forensics TA, Choso Kamo, taking what appeared to be a night jog across the campus quad. 

Was he going to the crime scene too? Your face instantly lights up and your pledges look around confused.

“Wait here girlies! I’ll be 5 minutes max…. No, I mean it. Wait right here!”    

Your pledges huff quietly, but agree. 

They had no choice really as you were already skipping as fast as your not-so-sober legs would carry you in 5-inch pumps over the quad lawn. Truthfully, that was not something they were trying to do too, especially not to chase down what looked like some creepy emo nerd.

“Choso!”

You call out to him and wave, but he doesn’t look like he sees you as you hurry towards him.

“Hey Choooo! Wait up!”  You puffed out, trying to maneuver over the grass in your heels. 

Choso sighed recognizing your voice, reluctantly slowing his pace. He would have kept on jogging but he knew you would keep calling out to him and draw even more attention that he really didn’t need right now.

Finally catching up to him, you grab Choso’s arm and loop yours through. He flinched slightly at your touch but you knew he always seemed a bit jumpy when it came to physical contact, so this didn’t phase you. 

If anything you thought his reactions were kinda cute.

“Where are you going weirdo? All the action is back that way!” You teased with a big grin and pointed in the direction of the crime scene.

Choso tries to ignore how his adrenaline was pumping even faster from you holding on to him than when he was running, especially dressed as you were. 

You looked sexy as hell utterly ridiculous.

You were decked out in a sailor costume, which was pretty much just a poor excuse for lingerie at this point. Your white sailor flap collar attached to nothing more than a sparkly navy bra with shiney white and red trims, leaving your midsection exposed showing your cute little belly ring in the shape of an anchor. 

This was complemented by a dangerously short yet matching sparkling navy pleated skirt which sat low on your thick hips. Your shapely legs were the most covered part of your body yet still looked overwhelmingly tempting in red glittery garters, attached to white opaque stockings in glittery red heels.

“I’m the weirdo… but you’re dressed like that in 40 degree weather.” Choso retorted, brow raised.

“Duh Choso–” 

You released his arm to give him a twirl in your outfit, not noticing the way he nervously wet his lips watching your skirt rise with your little spin.

“–The ‘Get Nauti’ party was tonight silly, where have you been!?”

Oh you know, just casually killing someone. Choso resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

Of course he knew about the party. 

The campus had been littered with fliers for ‘Get Nauti’ for the past two weeks. Nothing Choso would ever be interested in as he would rather stab himself in the face than attend a mind-numbing party with a bunch of bro-for-brain frat guys. 

However, he did take advantage of the opportunity to create another death painting as Ghostface with the rest of campus preoccupied. 

He couldn’t tell you that though obviously.

“Gym,” Choso said flatly and shrugged, “Heading back to the dorms n-”

“–You mean you aren't going to the Social Sciences building!? Don’t you remember?!” You cut him off in your excitement. 

“The police said they would let us forensic students look at the next crime scene!”

Your face had a warm glow and your movements slightly swayed. You were clearly drunk.

“No Y/N, they said they might let the PhD students, like me, look at the crime scene… and that was only a slim ‘maybe’. You’re still just an undergrad”, he reminded you, much to your dismay as you puffed your cheeks.

But seriously, Choso thought, even the incompetent local police would have enough sense not to let you on the crime scene dressed as you are now, even if you were a PhD student. 

“Awe no fair,” you whine dejectedly. “But you should go, Cho! Then you can tell me all about it! Pleaseeee, I’m dying to know what a Ghostface crime scene looks like. I hear it’s kinda gruesome!”

You gazed up at Choso through fluttering long lashes as you poked out your cherry glossed lips. It was a pout that could famously leave any frat boy at your mercy, but it never seemed to stir Choso much (that you could tell at least).

Choso swallowed. 

On the contrary, your charms worked rather well on him. His mouth was dry and he unconsciously clenched and unclenched a sweat ridden palm behind his back. 

The hell were you doing being this excited over a crime scene? One of his crime scenes for that matter? 

Choso really didn’t know what to make of that.

“Y/N it’s late. I still have papers to grade. I’m going back to my dorm now and you should get home too,” Choso said flatly, trying to keep his cool although fatigue was etched into his voice.

He was in peak physical form but still feeling the strain given he just chased his last victim all over the Social Sciences building. Not to mention still having assignments to grade. All which would be fine if he also wasn’t on edge from you right now as well.

“Booooo…Choso yo– ahchoo!” You sneezed from the cold. 

The effects of alcohol could only do so much to keep you warm in these low temperatures while you were standing still. 

With another sigh Choso unzipped his black track jacket, taking it off and putting it around your shoulders. 

He was doing so as much for your sake as his own. Choso couldn’t help but notice your boobs looking like they were going to pop out of your flimsy sailor bra at any moment when you folded your arms underneath them for warmth.

He was really doing his best to maintain eye contact with you.

“Awe thanks Cho, you’re so chivalrous!” You giggled, blushing as you snuggled into his jacket. 

You could still feel his body heat lingering on the material but the heady scent of oak and sandwood from his cologne warmed you even more.

You also couldn’t help but stare as the black compression turtleneck he wore underneath clung to his body like a second skin. You had suspicions he was fit but you never saw him wear anything beyond his dark colored button ups and shaggy sweaters when in class. 

“Now go home, Y/N. You shouldn’t even be out here alone this late.” 

Choso’s stern voice snapped you out of your ogling.

“But I’m not alone silly!” 

You pointed to the group of scared and shivering freshmen girls also in various states of sparkly undress all for the sake of ‘getting nauti’ standing on a paved path not too far off. 

They looked absolutely miserable. 

“I have my pledges!” 

Choso gave you an incredulous look. You were too clueless. 

“So let me get this straight… You are drunk. You have drunk freshmen with you, who shouldn’t even be drinking in the first place…and you plan on taking them to a murder scene? Where the cops are?” You made an “OH” face and absentmindedly laughed as you came to the realization it probably wasn’t the best look for Chapter VP of the AKAs to take a bunch of drunk and terrified freshmen pledges straight into a recent crime scene. Even if you could put an academic spin on it as it was relevant to your major classes.

Yikes, and on second thought, your house mom would flip her entire shit if she found out.

“Go home Y/N,” Choso said again, shaking his head.

“Besides, you should be more focused on the Chemistry lab midterm on Monday. You know you can’t afford to fail.”

You sulked but relented, he was right. On both accounts.

As your T.A. for that class Choso knew better than anyone just how much your grade depended on passing that lab and you hadn’t even so much as glanced at your notes yet this week.

“Aye Aye, Capitan Choso, sir!” you teased giving him a salute with a wink and lifted knee, your sailor skirt lifting a bit higher.

It was a cute move, or it would have been at least if it hadn't caused your weight to shift all on to one foot. The heel of the sparkly red glitter pump baring your weight sunk into the patch of soft soil beneath you causing your foot to pop out of the shoe as you tumble forward. 

You would have definitely ate shit and embarrassed yourself in front of Choso, your pledges and whoever else was walking across the quad at this time of night if Choso’s quick reflexes didn’t catch you. 

You let out a squeak and waved your arms as you fell tits first onto Choso’s hard chest. 

Shit. 

Choso could feel your hardened nipples pressing against him through the flimsyass costume you wore. He tried hard to focus on how cold it was outside. Anything rather than how warm your body felt up against him or how his biceps tensed from the tight grip of your delicate fingers that sought stability from him.

You grinned sheepishly. You thanked him for catching you not realizing the position you were in nor the torment you were putting this man through.

Setting you upright quickly, Choso crouched down to retrieve your shoe. 

His plan was to simply place it near your foot but he felt your hand land on his shoulder and you raised your dainty foot up expectantly.

Any attempts to avert his gaze proved futile as Choso couldn’t stop his eyes from traveling up the length of your leg. 

Your opaque white stockings practically glowed in the darkness illuminating the shapely calves it covered and thick thighs the tight material cut into. Your hips strained against your garters up until your –he caught himself and his eyes snapped up immediately.

He was a killer, not a perv at least he was trying not to be.

Gingerly making sure to only touch your ankle, you were giggling again as he put your shoe on your foot and placed it on the grass again.

“Thanks Choso! You really are a lifesaver, ya know! I can’t bend down in this skirt.”

“Don’t mention it.” Choso quickly replied, pushing his bangs out of his face in exasperation. 

Really don’t. 

Choso was trying to forget the flash of red lace he saw that barely covered your plump pu– No he had to stop, you were technically his student even if he was just a T.A.

He would surely have to kill you if he popped a boner right now. He was trying to keep a low profile already and did not need to add ‘sexual deviant' to his name from a student harassment claim.

“For real now, go home Y/N.” Choso silently pleaded you would just listen this time. 

He always felt more compulsive right after a kill and didn’t know what he would do if you stayed around him like this much longer.

You finally relented to his relief, nodding and mumbling a sad little goodnight pulling his jacket around your shoulders tighter as you turned to leave back to your pledges. 

Choso started to leave as well but your voice stopped him as you looked at him over your shoulder.

“You know Choso…” You smoothed your skirt down behind you and flashed him a pageant winning smile, “I don’t mind that you saw them.”

Before Choso’s short-circuiting brain could even process what you said you were bouncing off back to your pledges. “Okay ladies, now make like Bey and get in formation! Back to the Soro house!” 

Your pledges erupted with various replies from– 

‘Thank God!’’ 

‘Did you just go over there to steal that nerd’s jacket? Boss!’’

‘Was that your boyfriend, Y/N?’

‘Y/N’s bf is a starter on the football team, she doesn’t want that weird emo dork.’

‘No, sis did you see his muscles– That emo look is still kinda hot right now, huh Y/N?’ 

‘Awe, but I want to go back to the frat!’ 

–all fluttered from the group of chattering girls as you cheerily led them back to the Sorority house. 

You laughed at their comments hoping Choso couldn’t hear them though, as they were a bit embarrassing. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, there was no way for Choso not to hear your rowdy group of drunk giggling girls, he’s sure the whole quad did. 

Choso rolled his eyes as a chill took over him as he started the jog back to his dorms. 

He was glad he had given you his jacket though. The way his body had started to respond to you just now the frigid jog back to the dorms would do him good. 

He just wanted to shower, grade a few papers then go to bed, he didn’t want to end up fisting his cock to you again tonight. 

You had plagued his peace for too long. It wouldn’t do him any good to think of you, it’s not like he could ever have you. 

Sure you went to the same university but you might as well have been from two different worlds. 

You were a popular sorority undergrad with the attention of virtually the entire male population on campus. 

Choso was a PhD student who was used to fading in the background, most avoided him due his looks and academic focus anyway. 

He only had an affiliation with you because his scholarships were tied to being a T.A. for undergrad forensics classes. 

Also you did have a boyfriend. 

An asshole neanderthal football-wide-receiver boyfriend who he would have been tempted to kill already had he not served his own purpose as a reality check and barrier for Choso.

Oh and had an eccentric obsession with blood going for him and was also the Ghostface copycat killer, that too. 

He was sure that would go over well with you, Choso mused sarcastically.

☠

Upon returning to his dorm Choso took a shower, graded papers and tried to fall asleep but inevitably jerked his cock off to you.

Twice. 

The sounds and images of your ditzy little laugh and skippy little panties consumed him as soon as he closed his eyes. The phantom feeling of the way your nipples felt pressed against his chest and how you clung to him desperately had him feeling near insatiable. 

Choso admittedly thinks of killing you often. Just to get some peace of mind.

It wouldn’t be difficult at all to pull off. It’s not like you could put up much of a fight against him.

He didn’t want to break his rule of killing anyone with a connection to him but Choso had also never had anyone stir him the way you did. 

You were a distraction and liability to him. If he killed you he could finally stop thinking about you…right?

You would make a beautiful death painting too.

Choso imagines thick red blood splattered across your curves. 

The fatal gash from the femoral artery in your thigh oozing out a continuous stream of blood. The cut would have to be considerably deep too considering how meaty your thighs were. 

Would the blood streak down your long leg as you desperately tried to hobble away from him in your slutty red heels?

Or would you collapse in fear and surrender to him fully? Landing in such a way that allowed the blood to redirect backwards and soil the flimsy red panties poorly concealing the fat of your cunt as you cried out in fear.

Fuck. 

He was hard again. 

He reached over to his night stand for his lotion bottle– practically empty thanks to his nonstop fantasies of you.

God, he was pathetic.

☠

The school week that followed was relatively uneventful. 

You passed your lab midterms much to Choso’s surprise. Although you always seemed to pass with a relatively decent grade despite how you struggled to get there. Holding firm to your B average in the class and 3.3 GPA in your major overall.

He had to admit you were a better student than he originally gave you credit for. It makes him recall when he first saw you last spring. 

You were a late enroll to Forensic Biology 101. Not only that, you burst into the third class of the semester nearly 15 minutes late.

Oblivious to all the eyes your disruption earned, you leaned on your knees as your chest heaved from exertion giving the entire class an amazing view of your tits spilling from your pink crop top adorned with the prestigious “AKA” sorority. 

You definitely would have given the class an additional show from bending over in your tight green jean skirt had your ass not been facing the door. Choso eyes couldn't help but travel down the length of your legs, your glossy white painted toes peeking out strappy pink pumps. 

You smiled brightly once you caught your breath and apologized for your late entrance but you were newly voted chapter vice president and had just come from your first meeting. 

Surely you had the wrong classroom.

“Er– this class is Forensic Biology 101 young lady.” The older male professor had given you a once over also thinking you must be lost.

“Mhm, yup! I’m Y/N! I just changed my major!” you beamed and handed the professor your schedule.

He looked at it and back at you twice.

“Hm, well so it is…but you are already behind, little lady. Go and take a seat next to the T.A. in the back, Choso Kamo, he will catch you up.”

Just his luck. Choso didn’t want to babysit some sorority bimbo who would probably drop this class in two weeks once the labs started. 

Your university was famous for the forensics program. If you graduated you were all but guaranteed a job at a prominent lab in a major city but more than two thirds of undergrad students dropped it once the rigorous labs began. 

You didn’t look like you would last.

Especially when you told him your interest in forensics came from watching Dexter. You told him how you thought the actor was hott and how his kill rooms were ‘so cool.’ Choso definitely rolled his eyes at that and wrote you off as a soon-to-be drop out.

You proved him wrong though. 

You were a bit of a ditz and a huge clutz but Choso came to understand t's more because you had about a billion different things going on in your head at once rather than you just being dumb or careless. 

You were also a hard worker. 

It was admirable how many activities you were involved in yet still tried as hard as you did in your classes. You always came to his T.A. review sessions and even sought him out at times while he was in the research library to ask him questions. 

You were a good student and he was a horrible T.A. for even thinking of you in this way. 

The campus bell tower struck noon in the distance and Choso looked down to see that he had only read a single paragraph since he sat down to study thirty minutes ago.

Fuck, he had lost himself in thinking about you again. 

Choso put a hand over his face. 

He was sitting alone at a picnic table on the outer, less populated edges of the quad trying to read a textbook but every time he heard a high pitched giggle he snapped his head up thinking it was you.

Class schedules were a bit different due to midterms and he hadn’t seen you the entire week other than to administer the lab but that didn’t mean you didn’t still plague his thoughts more increasingly as of late.

It was making Choso a bit reckless. 

Needing to relieve stress he had created 2 more death paintings. A mistake as it was rumored the local police would soon reach out to bigger towns for more help and perhaps even the FBI would send an agent soon to campus if this kept up. 

He had to move more carefully. 

Maybe make it look like there were multiple Ghostface killers for starters.

“3 Victims, One Week: The Copycat Ghostface Reign of Terror Continues!” 

You read aloud adding a bit of dramatic flair to your voice as you recite the front headline of the campus paper and jar Choso from his thoughts of you. 

Speak of the devil.

You approached Choso at his table and he immediately noticed you were wearing his jacket again, well more like swimming in it as it was clearly too big for you.

This time though you were bundled up in a scarf, leggings and heeled booties. He was glad his face was already a bit red from sitting out in the cold because he couldn’t stop the intrusive thoughts from forming that you looked even sexier cozied up and comfortable in his jacket than in the slutty sailor costume.

“I don’t know why you even bother reading that shit Y/N. They never have any interesting details anyway.” Choso tried to feign disinterest in your arrival but his leg was already slightly bouncing under the table, nervous energy returning.

“Well I have to! You wouldn’t go to the crime scene for me last Saturday, remember?”

How could he forget?  

However a part of him did want you to view it though, his masterpieces, his kills. 

See how glorious their blood looked sprayed on the walls, the ground, and the general surroundings of his victims. 

But he knew you’d never appreciate them the way he did even if you were a forensics student.

“Oh and sorry!” 

You interrupted his thoughts once again.

“I meant to give you back your jacket, I’ve been carrying it with me hoping I’d run into you but I ran out today and forgot mine…whoops! I hope you don’t mind me wearing yours a bit longer?”

Your saccharine smile has Choso sucking in a hard breath. 

At this point he would prefer you to just keep it, he couldn’t trust himself if he had it back with your scent all over it knowing you had been carrying it around all week.

He would never know any peace.

“Keep it as long as you need.”

“Kay!”

You smile at him as you haphazardly plop your overstuffed tote bag down next to him, which of course spilled all its colorful contents all over the table. 

“Oh Crap!” 

You lean over to reach for your bag but almost spill the tray of hot coffees in your hand.

“Y/N, Watch out!” 

Choso grabbed the tray before it could spill all over his and your belongings and sat it down on the table with a small exhale.

“Oh! Thank you!” You flash him a big grin. “I got this one for you!” 

You handed him a grande cup with ‘pumpkin spice dirty chai’ scribbled on it.

Choso preferred his coffee black and he has definitely told you that before but you always just brought him whatever sugary drink you ordered saying he needed to ��try new things’. 

He wasn’t about to turn you down though, caffeine was caffeine and as a PhD student he needed all he could get. Choso also knew it was your way of thanking him for helping you so much in forensics.  

“Thanks...” Choso mumbled taking a sip. Shit this is actually good.

You sat down next to him, a little too close for comfort with your spandex clad thigh brushing up against his leg.

“Whatcha reading? Is it for your thesis?” You were perilously close leaning on him as you looked over his broad shoulder onto his textbook.

“Yeah, some forensics texts I need to review for citations. This section focuses on serology and bloodstain pattern analysis,” Choso stated knowledgably. 

“Oh! Like in Dexter!” 

“Yeah, Y/N, like in Dexter.” 

Maybe Choso is growing a bit soft as he can’t resist but to crack a small smile at your kid-like-enthusiasm for the subject, you were incorrigible. 

Choso also doesn’t miss the way your eyes sparkle when you ask him to tell you more about his research. 

And so he does.

Sometimes Choso forgets how easy you are to talk on the subject. To be frank no one outside his own PHD program ever asks him about his thesis so before he realizes it he’s letting his guard down to indulge you.

You both get so lost in the conversation to the point it hasn’t even phased Choso yet that you are now actually leaning on him. 

Your soft cheek rests near his shoulder and your body angles deeper into his as you point to ask him about a passage on the page which he begins to break down.  

You try to focus on his words but in the midst of Choso’s explanation your eyes stray from the text up to his face. 

You feel your body start to warm.You always thought he was attractive. His dark looks never deterred you if anything they were refreshing from the crew cut preppy jocks around you. Even more so with his piercings in.

Choso never wore any of his piercings during classes or while in the research library. You counted six facial piercings in total from the three on his brows to the septum, labret and finally the black bar piercing through his tongue that darted out exposed with the movements of his mouth. 

Studying him further you discover for the first time his tattoo across the bridge of his nose was actually covering a scar. It looked old but like it had been deep. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if it had hurt him and why he chose to cover it. 

You didn’t even realize you had reached out to touch it until you felt his gaze snap to you. 

Stunned and a bit embarrassed, you withdraw your hand.

“Ah, sorry I just noticed your tattoo was covering a scar…” you trailed off hoping he wouldn’t be annoyed with you.

Annoyance was the last thing on Choso’s mind as finally registered how you had melded yourself into his side body. 

Although his usual reaction would be to withdraw back, you might as well have him chained down to the table now as he was practically immobilized by you not even being able to look away. 

“Uh, yeah it happened years ago when I was a kid...I fell off the monkey bars, there was a lot of blood.” 

No one had even recognized it since Choso had it covered years ago. You were the first.

“Oh no! I loved the monkey bars, we used to climb up on them all the time when I was little. I guess those things are kinda dangerous huh? Actually, I’m kinda shocked I never fell, a miracle right?” 

You laughed and Choso found himself smiling at you again. 

You were too accident prone so it really was a miracle. 

“Yeah, good thing you never fell Y/N… It would be a shame to have to get a big ugly tattoo on that cute face.” 

Choso swore on his life those last words only were said in his head but from the way your eyes widened he knew he fucked up.

“I- that is.. I meant-”

Choso smacked a hand over his face. He can’t believe he just said that out loud to you. He was really losing it. 

“So you think I’m cute?” you teased giggling. You angled your head so you could look up at him from underneath his hand.

“Yeah, about as cute as the blood splatter diagram on this page.” he teased you back. A small smirk on his features as he peeked at you through his fingers.

“Hey!” 

Choso chuckled. Little did you know he actually paid you a huge compliment comparing you to something he thought so alluring as blood.

You grab the hand covering his face as your smile widens and you playfully struggle with Choso. 

You don’t become aware of your close proximity until you almost bump noses.

Choso locks eyes with you and you feel your tummy tighten as you bite your lip. 

You’re still holding his hand and after a while you work up the courage as your other hand comes up to touch his face. 

“Your tattoo isn’t ugly Choso,” you breathe out softly.

Choso closes his eyes as you trace the scar beneath his tattoo. 

You weren’t sure what you were doing but your hand involuntarily begins to travel across his face and his piercings until they graze over his lips and he opens his eyes again.  

Startled by the sudden hungry look in his eyes you pull back your hand but he captures it in his own, him being the one to trap you this time.

If either one of you just moved even an inch forward your lips would touch. You see Choso’s lips part when–

“Yo! Hands off my girl, freakshow!” 

“Dean!?” You pulled back out of Choso’s embrace, floored to see your boyfriend and some more of his football buddies heading towards you as you knew they still should have been at practice around this time.

“Oooh he’s in for it now messin’ with Dean’s girl.” Dean’s football friends snickered.

Choso audibly breathes out in exasperation. The moment was ruined and he really didn’t have the patience to deal with your neanderthal boyfriend and his football lackeys who all shared a singular brain cell. 

Didn’t they have a ball or something to chase?

“Uh hey, Dean I..” 

You stop yourself when it’s clear Dean is ignoring you entirely as he approaches the table. Not even looking your way to greet you. 

His aura oozes faux tough guy bully and walks straight up to Choso to size him up leaning on the table to tower over him.

“I’m talking to you, freak. You think you can put your hands on what belongs to me?”

Choso doesn’t look up at him but his grip instinctively tightens on the pen in his hand under the table as if it was Ghostface’s hunting knife. 

Dean’s show of bravado going ignored by Choso pisses him off even more that his teammates are with him and the tough guy act is failing to have any real effect. 

Tch. 

With a swift movement Dean knocks Choso’s coffee over on the table, its half drunken contents falling on both you, Choso and his books. 

This has Choso rising out of his seat as he thinks your boyfriend must have an unknown death wish.

Choso’s pen is still in his grasp but by his side now. It would be too easy to drive it into Dean’s neck before the dolt even knew what hit him. A bit extreme, but it could be considered an unfortunate accident of self defense if Dean struck first.

Fortunately, you stepped in between the two in order to diffuse the situation without picking up on Choso’s murderous intent. 

You chewed your lip. This was low key, your fault. You technically were dating Dean. Although Dean was always the furthest thing from your mind when you were around Choso. 

You didn’t even feel guilty for being caught as you’ve had your own suspicions for a while Dean had been cheating on you anyway, you just couldn’t prove it. You were still dating him more out of convenience than anything else, other jocks and frat boys left you alone knowing you were with him.

The only guilt you actually did feel was for Choso. This wasn’t his problem or relationship but of course Dean was a big enough asshole to make this into an actual issue with Choso since it was becoming clearer how little respect he had for you.

“Dean, what the hell is your problem!? You got coffee everywhere, this isn’t even my jacket.” 

“Don’t what the hell me Y/N, you're so fucking dumb you’re going to let this freak get in your pants when– wait you’re wearing fucking his jacket!?” 

Dean was yelling now and a small crowd was forming and starting to take out their phones to record. 

You could not let this turn into an incident.

“Dean chill the entire fuck out, would you?! It was cold, so he let me borrow it– He’s just my T.A.”

A wave of harsh realization washed over Choso. 

Just her T.A.

Right.

Choso is no one important to you, especially with your football boyfriend and social standing on the line.

He’d let whatever the fuck almost happened between the two you just now make him forget that. 

Not anymore.

“That’s right. I’m just her T.A. So if you’ll excuse me.” 

Choso turned from you both to salvage what he could of his books and leave.

You couldn’t place the emotions in Choso’s words and it made your chest tighten up. But you weren’t trying to write him or your almost-kiss off. 

You didn’t mean for it to come out that way but you really lacked the proper words in these kinds of situations.

“Where do you think you’re going, loser?”

Dean grabbed Choso’s shoulder but the intense murderous look in his eyes made Dean release him just as quickly as if he had been burned. 

Even his football goon friends unconsciously took a few steps back feeling the very real threat in Choso’s eyes. 

Choso smirked as he left. Thought so. 

“W-wait Cho–”  

You want to stop him but feel Dean’s rough grip on your wrists.

“Whatever, let’s fucking go Y/N. We have an important party to throw later.” 

Dean grabs your wrist and jerks you away with you barely being able to grab your bag. 

Your stomach twists and you are at a complete loss for words but manage to flash an apologetic look at Choso while you are dragged off. 

However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.

The expression on his face is stone cold and it sends a chill up your spine.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: I promise it won't take as long for the second part to come out. I'm half way done with it already! I was just going to wait and post it all together but a like 12k+ word post all at once would be insane lmfao. After I am finished with this prompt the next 3 stories I will do will be from Thrilling Ghouls as they are all much shorter PWPs in the 3-5k range and I won't have to stress so much since I'm realizing all my Smooth Criminal prompts are longer fics and it takes me like a week or more to write them.

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PART 2

[e-dragonic]

BEING MOBIAN AU

Based loosely on Being Human

What do you get when you get an anxious Werewolf, a repenting Vampire, and a naive Ghost in a house together?

A semidisfunctional family!

Barrett was the first. Around 100-ish years ago, he was a great Echidna Warrior of his Tribe, who protected a powerful mystical artifact. During the tail end of a War against another Tribe, he ran into Clutch and his flock of Werebeast hunters. They were passing by, picking off stragglers from the War when they met. Despite being outnumbered, Barrett fought back as he saw one of them drain one of his fellow Tribesmen dry. Clutch took him up on his declaration and though the fight was a bit sided, Clutch liked his ferocity. So when Barrett lay on the ground defeated he gave him a proposal, join him and his flock or they would kill him and destroy his Tribe. Under the threat, Barrett had no choice but to accept and let Clutch turn him, eventually giving him the nickname of 'Knuckles' for the Sliver Knucks he would soon wield.

He tried to hold onto his Warrior spirit, but it wasn't long before he became like them, bloodthirsty and ruthless till he met a witch, another Echidna named Tikal, who brought back some of his morality and honor, as feelings came back to a heart he thought long since dead.

But it wasn't long before they were found out and Clutch killed Tikal for her blood. When he found out, Barrett started on his path of redemption. He ran far from his Sire and his group, feasting on the blood of animals instead of Mobians to sate his Thirst.

Eventually, he got a job and began to set his roots down in the small town of Emerald Valley, once he found out that a close friend of his, Rouge was the 'Head' of the Town. He found a house in the suburbs, hoping to try and regain normalcy...until he found out he wasn't alone...

A ghost, a two-tailed fox by the name of Miles, or Tails, haunted the house. He didn't know how long he had been dead or how he died. In fact, he didn't even know he was dead until Barrett explained what Miles was now and what he was.

It wasn't long before a friendship formed between Barrett and Miles.

One day, when a curious Tails tagged along with Barrett to see how he hunted, they stumbled across Nicholas, a newly bitten Werebeast, just waking up after a rough Moon. It wasn't long before he noticed them and quickly ran before anyone could say a word. Barrett was prepared to go in the other direction but Miles decided to follow after the strange Werebeast despite Barrett calling after him.

Miles soon finds Nicholas' campsite where he quickly packs up his stuff because if there's one Vampire, there's more nearby and he had already had a very bad experience with them. Miles was quick to explain how Barrett is different but Nicholas is skeptical.

It takes a lot of convincing from Miles to get Barrett on board with inviting Nicholas to live with them and it takes a lot of convincing from both of them to get Nicholas to accept their invitation, stating that he deserves to live and feel normal just as much as the two of them. Nicholas soon gets a job where Barrett works and the three of them just try to Be Mobian.

...

Yeah, this is my new fixation now. I'm so sorry to those who were looking at Growing Pain. It'll still come... in time but for now, you guys get this!

Sorry for the Watermarks, you can never be too safe nowadays.

Trust me when I say it's worth it. Those in the THOAM server have seen the drawings and even short stories I've written for this and you guys will too!

Will there be an Ao3 fic of this? Yes, there will be! It'll take a while for me to start it due to IRL stuff but it'll be done. I'll even start by putting up the two short stories I have now. Mostly of Nic but I do want to do shorts of Barrett and Miles eventually.

This even comes with a relationship chart for your viewing pleasure!

It'll be filled out with pictures in time and will be updated along with the Fic!

Know that this is still kinda? in the works? so don't be surprised by any changes.

My ask box is always open for asks about my characters or AUs!

[fruitcoops]

If I Make It to the Morning

Prompt B3: "Surprise Visit" to continue PWHL Lions for Day 4 of @oknutzy-week-2024. I cannot get enough of them, thank you @lumosinlove for making such brilliant characters and letting us play with them like paper dolls.

They were just so goddamn cute.

Finn bit down on her spoon, holding it between her teeth with her arms crossed over her chest until she felt like she could breathe without shrieking. Leo had woken for a few seconds, only to close her eyes and sink back into sleep easier than Finn had ever seen. Logan, who used to jerk awake at the faintest click of the front door, snored softly as if the whole city wasn’t waking outside.

They were so cute, and it was such a goddamn problem.

Logan was…god, Logan just was. She was, in her way, and Finn had never been able to get over it, not even after a year without so much as a stray meme on Instagram even though she knew Logan opened every single one of her private stories. Finn hadn’t expected the surprise visit to her apartment—had thought Logan would be long gone, celebrating this insane dream come true with her new teammates. But Logan had come, Logan had stayed, Logan had allowed hugs she melted into and for Finn to take her to a restaurant where she laughed like nothing had changed.

Twenty-four hours passed. Logan got an Uber to the airport, Finn went to bed, and in the morning there was Leo. Bright and golden in overalls that made her look eight feet tall. A thin teal ribbon adorned her ponytail in a floppy bow that Finn wanted, desperately, to pull until it unraveled.

I’m Finn, Finn O’Hara. She had had to remind herself of her own last name. Come on in, your bedroom’s down the hall.

The books that had filled Leo’s duffel now sat snug on their IKEA bookshelves, tucked in with Finn’s like they were meant to be there. Her pots and pans were perfectly organized in the cabinets behind Finn’s head so she could reach them with ease. When Finn took a deep, fortifying breath, Leo’s magnolia room spray lingered in the air around her.

It was all so new and yet it felt so old, in the way an heirloom blanket was just the right softness and just the right length from years of comfort. The blanket Finn had bought to make this place feel a little more like home covered the expanse of Leo’s legs on one side of the couch and crept all the way up to Logan’s chest on the other. It was a fuzzy green thing; twenty dollars from Target, hardly something to be passed down. Finn wanted to hold it forever.

It was new and old and precious, and Finn could have absolutely none of it, so she bit her spoon and crossed her arms and waited for the coffeepot to finish hissing so she had an excuse to wake them up. Which happened to be the last thing she wanted.

It would be so convenient for Logan to miss her flight back to Minnesota. Maybe the storm had flooded a drain on their street. Maybe a tree had fallen somewhere between here and the hotel for the rest of her team. Maybe Finn could curl up in the armchair beside them and—whoops! Oh no! Overslept! Far too late to rush out, now, better if Logan just stayed a little longer in a place where she felt so right.

Leo’s Mardi Gras shirt fit her better than most of Finn’s clothes ever had.

These two would be the end of her.

A little milk, please. No sugar. Thanks, Harz.

Mixing the milk with the sugar first makes it taste better. Ouais, it’s…science, or something.

Finn poured hers black, gripping the ceramic sides tight enough to hurt. These feelings were too much. Her heart was too much. She watched them sleep on her couch like a creep and wished on every glow-in-the-dark star she had socked away her nightstand as a surprise for Leo that they could have this every day. It was a selfish wish. She ached for it.

“Rouge?”

God. “Yeah?” Finn answered, hoarse.

Logan mumbled something sleepy and low, stretching over the arm of the couch until her back cracked. “When time?”

“ ‘Bout eight.” Finn cleared her throat and took a sip of coffee. “I was going to get you up soon. Figured we’d drop you off at nine, nine-thirty.”

“Mmm.” Logan blinked at her a few times, slow and foggy with the morning, before squinting around the room. Her vibrant gaze hesitated on Leo. “Fell asleep during the show.”

“Me, too,” Finn said quietly. “Guess we were all tired.”

Logan hummed again. Leo slumbered on. The hall clock ticked down the seconds until Logan would return to her team, to Minnesota, to texts every other day.

None of them made any attempt to move.

[angelmichelangelo]

right around the corner II

verse: 2012/2018 rating: g words: 16k series: part two of home we go

x

“Are you sure it isn’t just another stray again, Don?” Raph’s voice carries itself loudly through the length of the empty sewer tunnel, a hint of teasing webbed around his words, evident also in the way the corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a slight smile, Donnie scoffs in response, quickening his steps to further the distance between them.

He glances down at the mutagen tracker in his grasp, the little green dot blinking up at him in quick succession. “Pretty positive,” he replies in a flat tone. He steps around a shallow pool of dirty sewer water. Something small and dark bobs around at the surface. Raph follows suit close behind him. “This thing wouldn’t have just gone off for another cat or rat.” They walk in silence for a little while. They pass an open storm drain that lends itself to a sliver of morning light that comes through, dots of dust float around in its wake before Raph slices through it with his body. “But… but where would a mutant come from, Don? One that we don’t know about, I mean.” Donnie glances over towards him to watch the shape of his more pronounced jut of his throat bob with uncertainty. “It’s just us down here. Right?” That had been the case for the last ten years of their lives. No more Kraang or Shredder or imposing alien invasions. Their biggest posed threat these days were pulled muscles and sore heads after a good beat down with a few rouge Purple Dragons, mostly because they weren’t kids anymore. And being so close to thirty was a chore, on both the body and soul it appeared, especially when you were a ninja that spent so much of your youth flipping about pulling ridiculous stunts. It all caught up to you, one way or another. Donnie sighs. The dot grows bigger on his screen, continuously blinking with vigor. “I can’t imagine we’ve gone this long without any knowledge about any secret mutant roaming about the sewer,” he says. He looks up. There’s a fork where the tunnel splits off. He pauses only for a brief moment before he moves towards the left side, Raphael follows wordlessly. “But never say never,” he adds, voice dropping a careful octave.

They keep moving through the dark still of the tunnel. The stench down here is more pungent than usual, mostly because it’s so hidden away from where any sewage worker might find themselves. It’s clear that it’s an untouched part of the underground in the way that trash and the corpses of whatever poor rodent had succumbed down here lines the edges of the walls, pushed aside as they make way of the path ahead of them. 

Raph carefully toes the bones of what looks to have been a mouse, with a grimace. “Maybe there’s a reason we ain’t found this thing yet,” he says. He gags a little when the strong odor grows heavy and thick in the air. “Dude. This place reeks. Even for a sewer.”

Donnie hums in agreement, maybe to save having to swallow down any of the stink himself, he refrains from verbally responding. The dot winks dangerously at him now.

“I feel sorry for whatever sucker is living down here,” Raph says sadly as they carry on. “Like. Really sorry.”

Donnie huffs. The sour air tickles the back of his throat and he has no choice but to swallow it down. “Raph, be quiet. We don’t know what’s down here and we don’t wanna—”

Something in the shadows shifts. The sounds of empty, hollowed out cans clank together and there’s a soft whimpering cry following after it. Years of ninja reflexes kick in at once as both turtles make a grab for their respective weapons. The blunt metal of Raphael’s sai’s wink in the dim light.

“Careful,” Donnie whispers. His mind supplies him with flashes of old memories of mutant squirrels and his gut churns at the thought. He edges half a step closer nonetheless.

Raph is the first to step forward and whatever lurks ahead of them whimpers at the sight. Donnie’s white knuckles grip on his staff seems to loosen. This… this isn’t a monster.

“Hey,” Donnie says softly. Raph hesitates before turning to face him. “I don’t. I don’t think it’s dangerous. I think it’s—”

There’s a sharp hiccup of breath and the cans rustle again and Raph’s spinning around in an instant, in the same motion he’s also dropping his brandished fists by his sides as the source of the noise slowly clears the shadowy corner of the tunnel. 

Stepping forward is a tiny mutant turtle, a scruffy, yet distinguishable orange bandana wrapped around the top of his little head, thumb wedged in the corner of his mouth and big, round ember eyes sparkling with fresh tears, Donnie feels his heart drop to his feet in mere seconds. “Oh.” Raph says blankly as he stares uselessly at the tot. “Oh, shit.”

continue reading on ao3!

[quecksilvereyes]

Sister of Peter, daughter of Eve; how deep is the well in your eyes? If your teacher took a stone and dropped it into your pupils, how long until it makes a sound? If she smiles at you with rouge-dark lips, do you imagine your mouth matched with hers?

Your mother bought weed killer, today, and left the bottle open on the kitchen counter. The garden is a mess, she says. Her petunias, ruined. Her pansies, drained. It has been left untended for too long, and now the roots are too deep in the soil.

As long as there is a root, the rot will come back. Between one blink and the next, it might start devouring the house, instead. So, really, what choice is there but to take a shovel and dig?

Don't touch that, Lucy.

You will stain your little hands. You will make a mess of your mother's counters, and the taste of it won't leave the grooves in your fingertips for months to come. Every tree you touch will be sick with it, white streaks across sapping bark. For days, the smell will cling to your nose.

Didn't you know?

Helen Pevensie's children were left in the wild for too long and now Susan has thorns. Peter has teeth, and Edmund has roots. Lucy drips poison. They have, the four of them, grown into one another as weeds do, too tangled now to dig through their roots and take them from the ground they've claimed.

Daughter of Helen, how deep is the chasm in your lungs? If you tore yourself open, might you fill it with everything that floods from your siblings' palms? Susan curls her hair every morning, and stands straighter now than she ever has. Peter's obedience is an edged thing hung by the corners of his mouth.

Your mother won't let either of them see the paper. Peter's hands are bloodied, most days, and bruised at the knuckles. Fit them, each, underneath your lips. Until your golden brother weeps, his face in your hair, and his hands a shaking mess.

Hold him.

Watch Susan paint rouge on lips too small to hold it. Her hair falls to her shoulders and when she dances, she stumbles. She laughs, then, and it's a heaving, ugly sound that tears itself from her stomach or maybe the muscles in her back that are by now withered. Let her hold you, like this, painted nails dug deep in human flesh that has never seen a dagger. Drink from the crook of her neck each of her sobs.

Watch her file away her thorns.

Edmund drinks honeyed tea like a damned thing put on holy soil for communion. Trembling hands and a blood-red mouth, he has long since stopped pulling on your braids. From the well of your eyes, a sullen boy holds onto his siblings as though they might emerge from school changed to the bones. Cup his face in the hollows of your palms, brush each of his freckles in turn, until the hard line of his throat softens and his mouth goes slack.

Helen, mother of four, brings home turkish delight, heavy with rationed stamps. Watch how the sugar stains Susan's fingers and how it settles on Peter's lips. See the line between Edmund's eyes.

For hours, his breath smells of rosewater.

Oh, Lucy. You valiant woman. You reckless girl. Don't take the weedkiller. Don't pour it down the drain. The garden needs tending, see. So, child of Adam, is there still bone lodged in your chest? Are you, still, more sea than you have ever been girl?

Come, now. Behold your teacher's mouth. Could you fit, still, your needle-teeth around the sharpness of her?

Smile.

Wait.

[heartfullofleeches]

I am not sucrose anon but I am equally cursed and also a barista and I would like a coffee shop AU where reader owns a popular cafe using coffee sweetened with Sucrose fluids a la Sweeney Todd

I'm gonna drain the bitch

[Warnings: (candy) body horror if you squint. Reader commits a health code violation. (Does it count if they're a person made of pure sugar?) Either way, they commit some sort of crime against humanity and minors dni]

You smile at the next customer approaches the counter. "Hi, what can I get for you today?"

"Hello, can I get a cherry surprise frappe?"

You eye the door to the back, a blur of pink ducking behind the glass. "Oh, I'm sorry, but we just ran out of the main ingredient for that. It's one of our most popular drinks. If you can wait a minute, I'll run to the back real quick to grab another bottle."

Excusing yourself from the customer and the growing crowd, you head to the back. Recollections of your life before the sudden popularity boost of your cafe flood your mind as passive conversation buzzes around you.

"This is the best coffee shop I've ever been to."

"I wake up an hour earlier to beat the morning rush, but now it looks like I'll have to get up an extra thirty minutes before."

Such praise was but a fever dream for you until three short months ago. It's understandable for business to take a while to pick off when you're starting from the ground up, but almost a year in and no sign of major progress would damper just about anyone's spirits. All your troubles and woes changed that fate-filled day - when the kind baker from across the street offered you their special ingredients.

"Sucrose? You busy?"

A breathy, shaken trial at laughter comes from one of the counters; legs twitching at the note of concern in your voice. Busy - what a silly question to ask. As a model baker and business owner, Sucrose prided themselves in having fresh stock every morning and enough to last the entire day. Slaving through the night and lacking a need for sleep left their hands free for the more important things to do during the day, such as the task you'd dumped on them since your merge.

"hehe.. r...right here, gumdrop, same as always. Was starting to get a little long without ya.. Need my assistance?" Sucrose props themselves up on the smooth metal surface, melting, sticky thighs glueing them to place. You hand on their bare chest guides them to a full upright position, thumb and index finger rolling over their hardened buds.

"Not really, besides the usual. We ran out right in the middle of a rush so I have to make this quick."

Sucrose swallows, pinkish saliva trailing down their lips as their eyes fog over. "Y-yes, muffin. I'm still a little stimulated from the last few rounds, but anything for you..."

That drink really was only meant for you. Seeing their favorite human in trouble, Sucrose wanted to help out in the best way their sickeningly sweet heart could muster. Human emotion was still a new thing for them. They were bursting with so much love for that cute barista across the street that it came out in ways indescribable with words. Being sweeter than the average individual, they saw no harm in pouring their love into something to make you feel better, so they made their best attempt at iced coffee with the knowledge they picked up watching you. The look you gave them when you came back for more made it impossible to say no.

"It's almost funny really. I thought we had filled up two bottles alone last night, but they were empty before noon." Dropping to your knees, you roll the baker's apron and skirt up to their stomach, erection peaked and sprouting upwards free from the restrain of the tangled frills. The shaft was that same bubblegum pink as most of their body, head teetering on rouge. Teasing your tongue across the leaking tip produces more of that cherry flavoring so many had come love, but relief for the already frazzled baker was cut brief as you remember you had forgotten something. Sucrose picked up on your mistake the second you fell to the floor - producing a bottle with a funnel before you could go far. Their eyes avoid yours as another weak fit of laughter hits them.

"That... is definitely odd, haha. As you can see I've been in here all day so I couldn't possibly have had a hand in-..ah!"

While you'd love to hear their excuses, you have customers to get back to. Glossing your lips up their shaft as they spoke, you cut Sucrose's speech short as you part them slipping the confectioner's cock into the warmth of your mouth. Sweet as the cupcakes they're famous for, the taste of cherry taffy washes your taste buds coating the walls of your mouth sweetness as you pump your tongue in tandem with each bob of your head. Sucrose was completely over the edge with your speed and all the "preparation" they'd done while watching you from the window. Could there be any turn on greater than seeing your beloved hard at work, and hands deep in product of your own making.

"Oh.. Sweetheart, give a fiend a warning next time...aha.."

Sucrose shoves their apron so far down their throat they would've choked if they had the needs. In the same vein they could feel their cock hitting the back of yours, all willpower bled into keeping their hands on the counter and their moans to a minimum. The fans would cut out most of the sound, but they didn't want to risk anything that could jeopardize their time with you. Sucrose's lust would be the end of your already limited time together as their hands reach down to tangle in your hair. You brace yourself for what's to come by grabbing onto their leg and angling your head in a better position for the brute pace they'd set.

"Y/n... love you.." Throwing their free leg over your shoulder and around your neck, Sucrose fucks your throat as sweet nothing ramble on from their empty head. The whole reason they had gotten caught was due to a similar lapse of control. They wanted to surprise you with another bottle of their syrup and wanted it to be as fresh as possible, commiting their misdeeds right in the bliss of your bedroom. When you found them out, you weren't mad, nor as disgusted as they'd imagined. Why would you be? You're their wonderful little gumdrop who's taught them so much about the human realm. So sweet and addictive, just like the sugary concoction brewing in their loins. You were their everything. Perfection.

"Gumdrop, you're always so good to me... I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you, but I'll give you everything."

Sap-like fluid creating a slug trail down your throat, you tap Sucrose's leg to let them know to let go before it's too late. They pay no heed to your warning as their hips edge off the counter and your nose rides against their crotch; melting digits keeping you in place as they hold you under the force of their high.

"Take it... It's all yours. You're the only one who should be able to have this, but I let you share because I love you so much.. Yours.."

Sucrose rambles on as your palate is overtake by their taste. It's like a mixture of syrup and coffee creamer. That heavy, honey consistency with a creamy cherry filled softness. The type of flavor that was good in small quantities or paired with something instead of being pumped straight into your stomach like what was happening to you. Introducing your teeth to their flesh finally got them to loosen their grip. The pain only prolonged their orgasm, but Sucrose knew by now what that meant. They take the bottle from you and attach it to themselves as you head for the sink. The heat of your mouth melted their skin more to the point you were good on sugar for the rest of the week...or until they were unable to perform on their own again.

"All done!"

Sucrose proudly displays the syrup bottle on the counter beside you. A full eight ounce jar filled to the brim. They kiss you as you come up from rinsing out your mouth, reach back to squeeze your ass as their tongue catches the spit still clinging to the corner of your mouth.

"Make sure to watch your supplies more closely, Gumdrop. See you soon."

Sucrose wonders back to their side of the kitchen to figure out how to pour out the syrup again without you noticed as you head back out to the front - plucking taffy from your hair. After finishing the customer's order and handing them their change, they lean over the counter to whisper something.

"Um, hey, not to be rude, but you have something pink on your.. back pocket. It kinda looks like a handprint."

[heyuserimdad]

absence, guilt and greed

TW: gore, mentions of blood and death

Absence makes the heart grow fonder is not all that true, to me at least. It was at first but now the distance is causing me to be resentful. And guilty. Did I do something that made you not wanna talk to me? Please tell me. I can do better. I will kneel at your altar, slit my writs and let the blood pool in the antique copper tumbler below and offer it to you, arms outstretched. This is my penance. This is my offering. This is my destiny. That shade of red looks beautiful smeared across your lips. Drink it directly from my wrists if you so desire, drain the life from this wretched soul. But I know you never will. Even on my last breath, you will not brush your fingertips, even accidentally, against my skin. After all, you are you and I am me, and my very essence is tainted and you cannot risk associating yourself with such filth. I am nothing but a rotting husk of a person and touching me would raise the risk of contamination, a possibility you simply cannot entertain. You are far too important for that. You call your subordinates. They harvest the remains of the puddle of scarlet fluid I’m drenched in. I have long lost my consciousness by now. They make clinical cuts, drain the crimson liquid into jars to satiate your hunger for the next couple of days. Even in death, I am not special, you will find someone new, someone better. And I bet her blood tastes a lot sweeter than mine. But my only regret before my heart stops beating entirely is not getting to see the rouge of it staining your tongue. The contrast would make your teeth even more pearly-white than they already are. In another world, that would have been the colour of my tombstone, one located right next to yours, united in life, till death do us part. The reality though, is that my body, or at least what remains after everything useful is harvested and maybe even ingested, would be thrown on the pile in the dungeons, left to rot with the rest of the corpses. Maybe if I’m lucky, my decomposed skeleton would be used as fertiliser for the apple tree growing in your orchard. Well it’s just a sapling now, but under the nourishment I provide, it will blossom to be the prettiest in the orchard. Maybe you will get married under it, maybe you will get someone to build a swing for your children to play on my branches, and maybe you believe in the strength of my branches now, but I’m still delicate and one day, my branch will snap and your wife and children will fall from the swing, necks twisted at odd angles, a hint of bone, red decorating my trunk. I only have two questions for you. Will you sob uncontrollably and build them the pearly-white tombstones that were meant to be mine? Or will you rush forward in glee, cupping your hands to scoop up the precious elixir dripping down their bodies and bring it to your lips? I already know the answer. At least this time, I get to watch as you douse yourself in my favourite colour. Red always suited you the best.

[hibiscusxqueen]

❛ Murderess is a strong word to have attached to you. It has a smell to it, that word; - musky and oppressive, like dead flowers in a vase. ❜ / this is a compliment from the ghost princess - you know her, loving all the creepy things. :')

BOOK STARTERS

Accepting

@pcrona

When you became King, it was not like the glamorized fairytale that the rookie pirates believed to be. of gold and riches, a crown on your head, a billowing cape and having the sea in your fist. Neither was it the tyrannical monstrosity that the marine’s propaganda had let the naive citizens to believe. It was neither of those things if Rouge was honest. 

The metaphorical crown and her rise to the throne was less than glamorous and she probably had more opposition than her late husband did especially when it was the late Pirate King’s Queen that took his throne. But Rouge and Roger had different moral codes that they followed. Where Roger followed the sea and only fought those who had harmed his crew (or some dumbasses who picked a fight with him, or trouble came looking for him. Who knows honestly?), Rouge chose a more calculated approach to everything. If she has the power then she may as well use it to make a change right?

But sometime you had to make the tough calls. Days when blood was shed and life was lost. Days when Rouge lived up to her name as the demonic king who left a sea of blood in her path. Those days the news reporters would have a field day, not knowing what had truly gone down.

Hence why the queen was slumped against the railing of her ship. One leg brought up to her chest and the other stretched out in front of her, her gaze wandered up to the moon in thought. Exhaustion radiated from her every pore and a light throb in her left temple was enough of a warning of the headache forming.

Rouge tilted her head to Perona with a soft smile. The words might have appeared morbid to the untrained ears but Rouge knew Perona and her unique taste and perspective of life. Amusement laced her tired words “I guess it is an interesting word to have attached to you. Thank you, love”

Her gaze drifted down to her hands and her smile deepened. More sincere “I mean it. Thank You. I think I needed to hear that. I needed your positivity today”

[telumendils]

Sweet Release (Zevran x nb!Cousland)

Title: Sweet Release  Pairing: Zevran Arainai x nonbinary!Cousland Warden  Themes: Hurt/Comfort  Summary: Zevran offers the Warden a massage. It doesn’t go as planned. 

“Tsk. Look at you.” Zevran stood from his place by the fire, moving into Elspeth’s path as she approached from the other side of camp. 

“What?” Elspeth stopped, blinking distractedly. 

“Your weary stance, the dark circles under your eyes. Poor thing, all this constant walking has gotten to you. Do you know what you need?” Zevran arched a brow. 

“A horse?” she offered dryly as she rubbed the back of her neck. It had been a long day of walking, to be fair—and Elspeth’s muscles had been wound taut ever since she left Highever, never mind how rough her sleep had been. 

“Mmm, I’m thinking more drastic measures are called for, in fact.” He gestured for her to move with him away from the fire and she followed, curious. “My thought is this: We retire to my tent and I show you the sort of massage skills one only learns growing up in an Antivan brothel.” 

It took a moment, then Elspeth flushed. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?” 

“If you mean to ask whether or not there might be more than a massage involved...” Zevran smiled, bowing his head slightly. “Allow me simply to say that you won’t be disappointed with any of the techniques I’ve picked up over the years.” 

Elspeth hesitated, rouge still coloring her cheeks. “Are you sure about this?” 

Zevran chuckled. “What is there to fear, my Grey Warden? You deserve a little fun, do you not? If you’re not of a mind, however, it is no tragedy.” 

“No, I...think perhaps I am of a mind—” 

“Then why are we still talking?” 

“—for a massage, anyway. I don’t know about the rest.” She wanted that much to be clear before she went anywhere near his tent. For his part, Zevran’s smile did not falter. He simply nodded his understanding. 

“But of course. That will be entirely up to you, dear Warden.” Zevran placed a guiding hand on the small of Elspeth’s back and her heart shivered nervously. “Either way, you will not regret the experience, I assure you.” As they reached his tent, he moved to draw it open, gesturing for her to crawl inside. 

She felt the confidence draining out of her as soon as she did. The space was expectedly small but also heavy with Zevran’s scent; that spicy combination of herbs and well-kept leather she’d grown used to while training with him now served to assault her senses. It wasn’t bad—in fact she even liked it—but it did set her nerves on edge in ways she didn’t quite understand. 

“There.” Zevran let the tent fall closed behind him so the only light came from a single lantern hanging overhead. “It is good for us to have some privacy, no?” He tilted his head to the side, pale hair swaying with the movement. Elspeth nodded and he turned to fish something out of his bag. “I will need you to remove your tunic, along with...anything you may have underneath.” He glanced her way with a smirk, then handed her a blanket. “Make yourself comfortable while I gather my things.” 

“Right. Of course. Thanks.” Careful to avoid knocking the lantern, Elspeth stripped down to just her trousers and pulled the blanket over her as she moved to lay face down on the bedroll. She kept an eye on Zevran as she did so, instinctively covering herself until she was laying down, but his eyes remained fixed on a small selection of vials in his hands the entire time. “I’m, um. Ready when you are.” 

“Excellent.” Zevran selected a vial and turned to kneel beside her. “Shall we begin?” Elspeth nodded and rested her head on her bunched up tunic. “Try to relax, my dear. Think peaceful thoughts.” He folded the blanket down, exposing her back to a slight chill, then paused. 

Elspeth shivered. All at once, she remembered the burn scar mottling the back of her left shoulder and running down her side. She’d grown so used to it being there it hadn’t crossed her mind to be self-conscious until that moment. Then Zevran brushed the tips of his fingers down her side, barely grazing the scarred tissue. 

“Does it pain you?” he asked. 

“No,” Elspeth replied, though it was not exactly true. “Not anymore.” While the wound itself had long since healed over, its presence was a constant reminder of what she’d lost. She had been marked that last night in Highever, and the scars ran deep. Some days she could ignore that her body had been irrevocably changed. Other days she felt as if it wasn’t even her body at all, but something heavy and ill-fitted like her armor at the start of the Blight. “If it offends you—” 

“Not at all,” Zevran cut her off, rolling his sleeves up to the elbow. She watched the lamplight flicker on the slant of his forearms. “In fact, I have more than a few rather impressive scars of my own, as you may soon discover.” He winked at her, and Elspeth felt the knot in her chest loosen slightly. Strange, how the assassin who’d once tried to take her life now managed to set her at ease in her nakedness, even as she flushed at the suggestion. 

“You really are a terrible flirt,” Elspeth said, smiling slightly. 

“On the contrary, my dear Warden, I believe I am an excellent flirt.” He removed the vial’s cork and dumped a generous amount of oil into his palm before setting it aside. Rubbing his hands together, he gave her an encouraging nod. “Now, as I said: Try to relax. Close your eyes. Trust me, if you dare.” 

Elspeth snorted but did as directed, letting her eyes flutter closed as she rested her cheek on the pillow of her tunic. A few short months ago, she never would have allowed him to get her in such a vulnerable position—but Zevran had risked his life for hers enough times now that she firmly believed he meant her no harm. Besides, he could have killed her a hundred times over if he really wanted to. But he hadn’t. 

And so Elspeth trusted him, even if her body hadn’t quite caught up with her yet, shrinking slightly from his initial touch. Zevran murmured something comforting in Antivan and she tried to focus on his intonation, calm and gentle. His hands were warm and strong and surprisingly soft considering his skill with daggers. He must care for them, she thought idly, and made a mental note to ask him how. Her own hands were a mess of blisters and callouses with how hard she’d been training. 

But for now she would try not to think about that, nor the world resting squarely on her shoulders. She was supposed to be relaxing, after all. Zevran did his part to ensure that she would, working his fingers and thumbs into the stiff muscles of her back in slow, languid circles and long, sweeping strokes. 

Slowly, Elspeth’s mind seemed to drift and detach from her body, though she could still feel the gentle pressure of Zevran’s hands working to soothe her rattled nerves. In truth, she’d never been touched this way before by anyone, and the intimacy of it was not lost on her. The vulnerability. She tried to think happy thoughts, but all her happy memories had been tainted, like her blood—colored over in shades of grief. Death and loss were all she’d known for months, each day more violent to her than the last. 

It was difficult for Elspeth not to feel like she’d lost a piece of herself to every kill, starting with her failure to protect her family. She didn’t know how to harden her heart to such things without losing even more. It seemed her only option was to grieve every poor soul whose life she’d taken alongside everything she had lost. 

The tears came with little warning, trickling quietly from beneath fluttering amber lashes as Zevran worked his thumbs along the slope of her spine. Elspeth inhaled sharply at the sudden burning behind her eyes, the flush of discomforting heat rushing through her. She hoped Zevran wouldn’t notice in the dim light, but he paused nonetheless. 

“Is anything wrong, my dear?” he asked, a note of concern coloring his typically more flippant tone. “Am I causing you pain?” 

“N-no. I just—” Elspeth broke off, turning her face to sob into the crumpled fabric of her tunic. Hands which had lingered on her back disappeared and she shivered at the sudden cold they left behind. She had no explanation for this sudden outpouring of emotion, except perhaps that it had been waiting months to happen, and Zevran had been the unfortunate soul who tapped into it. 

Not that it seemed to bother him. Within seconds, he gathered Elspeth into his arms, stroking her hair and murmuring soft reassurances. She tried to apologize only to be silenced with a gentle, “Hush, amora. We must let ourselves feel in moments like this.” It was enough for her to curl up against him, weeping quietly as he held her. 

The shadows on the tent walls grew deep as evening melted into night. Elspeth cried until she felt as if a dragon had scorched her insides dry. Exhausted, it didn’t really matter to her that she was still half-naked in Zevran’s tent. Sleep came for her anyway, too quick and quiet to resist. 

[melancholy-imagines]

Lock Your Door

NSFW Scenario of:

Felix Escellun

Contains: gn!dom!reader, catching him in the act, degradation, asphyxiation, denied finish, cursing, mentions of death.

A/N: this is long, like reeeeally long and filled with all kinds of stuff. I got carried away. It's been a while since I've written nsfw, so proceed with caution cause it gets a little dark.

After a long day of being away from their best friend, MC decides to pay them a well-deserved visit. Unbeknownst to them, their friend is a little busy.

Felix

Studying and teaching yourself magick wasn't what it was all cracked up to be. Practicing spell after spell consecutively was draining and almost mind-numbing.

Granted, when you finally got the hang of something, you felt great about yourself. You felt stronger.

But it was less rewarding when your close friend, Felix, wasn't there to give you his small smile behind the novel he was reading.

Though, if you weren't looking, and you weren't, you'd miss the fact that he had not read a single word. You'd miss the eyes the would rest upon you as you mindlessly flipped through spells. You would miss the oblivious admiration that coated the features on his face.

So that's were you decided to call it quits for the day.

You'd exhale, feeling fatigued and brainless. For a few moments, you stood around idly, attempting to regain some of your life back.

You pondered over what you'd have for lunch, unsure if you should head to the market for a hot, inexpensive meal or make do with the wares you had here.

"I should ask Felix," you thought. You were sure he'd have a solution. And an idea for a rather fun time.

To you, Felix was always a treat to be around, finding yourself enjoying his company a bit too much, perhaps. You didn't know if it was from the lack of familiarity in a foreign territory or because of his pedantic charm, but you were drawn to him.

Of course, he could say the same about you. Since Rime's passing, there had not been much excitement in his life besides the romance novels he buried his nose in. There was no one there to challenge him, to understand him in the way that Rime did, until you had showed up rather brutally.

However, you were different from Rime. You were you, and Felix loved that.

After stretching and yawning rather obnoxiously, you decided to take the liberty to go bother your buddy down the hall.

And bother him you did.

As you made your way down the expansive hall, you mentally checked off things on your to-do list.

'Practice magick, done. Wash yourself, done. Do some spring cleaning?'

'...That will be done eventually.'

As you racked your brain of all the possible objectives to get done today, you stopped in your tracks.

"P-please, gods, it h-hurts," you would hear, just outside of Felix's room, "It hurts! Please- please, h-help me! Help me.."

Your instincts flare at the distress of your friend. Your heart dropped to your stomach as your feet fell hastily to his room. Your mind raced with the horrifying image of Felix bloodied and hurt.

Eyes squeezed shut to cease the gruesome image, you bursted through his door expecting to see a mangled Felix.

However, you were greeted with a harsh, shocked gasp and a view that would be burned into your mind for as long as your brain would allow.

Felix's expression was nothing less of absolutely petrified as he attempted to make his half naked form decent with just a rouge blanket.

Felix hesitantly soaked in your widened eyes and agape mouth that tried to look for some form of words to say. He could imagine this was the last display you expected to see, based on how you barged in the room.

He felt his face grow warm, the very tips of his ears burning and his hands now slightly shaky. However, the longer your eyes kept lingering on his desperate, trembling body, the more hot and bothered Felix got.

He could feel it as he stared at you. The painful, ever-increasing warmth. It started in the pit of his stomach and blossomed into his groin, causing him to push his legs together absentmindedly in hopes for some friction.

Did he...like this?

You turned your head the other way, shielding your eyes with your hand, "I'M SO SORRY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT! I THOUGHT THOSE WERE SOUNDS OF DISTRESS AND NOT-"

"BY GODS! Please! Don't continue, for my sake...and crumpled pride." Felix begged, "I had no idea I was, uhm, so boisterous."

Felix looked down and saw that he was growing slightly hard at the ordeal. How odd. He tried his damnedest to conceal the small tent in the sheets, hoping you didn't see his sudden movements. It bewildered him that he felt this way, but he could feel his breaths quickening.

The quick paced thoughts didn't help him either. The thoughts of you making fun of him for being so pathetic and loud like a dog. The thoughts of you using some form of untapped magic to help him finish from just across the room. The thoughts of you sitting beside him, completely taking advantage of his predicament.

Felix was getting himself worked up beyond comprehension. He looked at your rather stiff form at door, still cowering in embarrassment, and back down at his crotch, where the sheets that covered him started to form a sticky wet stain.

"H-how loud w-was I?" He managed.

"I could hear you nice and clear from just outside your room..."

Felix nodded, slowly sliding a hand underneath the blanket.

"MC, tell me, please. Did you...Did you like how I sound?"

'What!?' You blinked.

You turned your face to greet Felix's eyes, which were now half-lidded and hazy. You caught a glimpse of his loose, slow moving hand stroking himself. His hips began to move to his hesitant rhythm, causing him pant.

Everything was going so dizzyingly fast for you. You barely noticed the heat on your face.

"P-please...MC," He began to shake all over.

"I-I, uhm..."

You were at a loss for words. What on Earth was happening right now? All you wanted was lunch but now, you have a flustered and red-hot Felix on your hands.

"I-I, y-yes. I suppose." You tried, "You sounded so desperate and... in need."

Felix seemed to have really liked that.

He quickened his pace, his face straining and eyebrows quirking.

"Gods, that's because, because I need-ahh, I need...Please, help me, MC. It's... it's unbearable!"

"What has gotten into you Felix," You stared, trying to ignore the sadistic thoughts that twisted and twirled your head, "When have you become so wretchedly pathetic? "

The shift in your voice caused Felix to stir.

What a strange question.

Had you not known of his previous indecencies and escapades? Or maybe, had you forgotten the way he'd melt in your palm when your lips barely even scraped his neck, the echoes of your breath sending him reeling beyond his limits. He'd feel like a ravenous scavenger, feeding off the lingering ghost of your touch and words.

Or perhaps, you knew exactly what the answer was, feigning ignorance and innocence since the beginning. You tend to know more than you let on, much to the dismay of others. Oh, you were cruel, he thought. Beautifully and deliciously cruel.

He couldn't control his hips from bucking into his hand, attempting to fight off the heinous thoughts of it being your hand, helping him soil himself and his image.

"Hah, whenever you say my name -Ah! Say it again," He babbled, "I am yours! I am yours..."

You knew that. You think you knew that. He knew you knew that. You'd take notice of the crimson that sprawled across his face whenever your body would press up against him and quickened breaths as he felt the heat of your breath against his ear.

His vision was blurring as you cautiously neared his side. He could feel you there, but pretended he didn't. He didn't want to interrupt the plans that were in motion inside of your head. He just wanted to be there. He wanted to soak all of you in and take a piece of you with him.

He was entangled around your fingers, and he shuddered as you placed a piece of tasseled hair behind his ear, giving you a better view of his face. He stared at you cautiously through the corner of his eye. What were you going to do?

You began to press kisses on his face, of course. Your sickly sweet lips that held your quick, harsh words sent him reeling. He could feel his grip on himself become tighter and rigid.

"How disgusting," You placed your lips along his jaw, "Look at you ruin yourself, Felix. Maybe I should show Anisa and Sage how repulsive you are..."

"NO!" He cried out, feeling himself tip over the edge over your unseemingly hollow threat.

You immediately cuffed your hand over his mouth, pressing a figure to your lips. You stood quiet and stern as Felix whimpered and writhed from your touch. You could feel his hot breath coat your palm.

This wasn't the first time you had to keep Felix quiet. One thing you noticed was that he was quite the talkative one in stressful situations.

Felix squirmed beside you, the close proximity killing him softly. He groaned once again beneath your hand, eyes fluttering as you shushed him. Felix was practically drenched in his own sweat, his hair unruly and plastered to his face. Forget flushed cheeks, Felix was running with rose when your eyes darted across his body. What a sight.

You absent-mindedly covered his nose as well, too focused on keeping him quiet. Though, it didn't stop the small noises from his throat to cease. It slipped your mind that perhaps it wasn't just you two in the same vicinity. And that you were asphyxiating Felix.

What if you two had been found out?

"Do you want to get caught again? I don't think Anisa or Sage would respond in the same way I did. Imagine...how embarrassing." His hips bucked slightly as your teeth gently glazed over his ear lobe. Now you were taunting him and he couldn't stand it.

Though, the thought was rather tempting. You could only imagine the faces of your comrades as they watched you ruin the melodramatic necromancer, his hair sticking to his face as you ravaged his every thought and teased his body. How he shivered at your words.

Though, was Anisa still here from this morning? She said she was going on her patrolling duty but maybe she got caught up in other business. Or maybe Sage was doing his usual snooping. Either way, it wouldn't be best to be too loud. You wanted to savor Felix, all to yourself.

Felix begin to slightly claw away at your hand, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his chest heaving. He was trying to mumble something but his words were too obscured to even guess what he was saying.

For second, you thought about immediately removing it, feeling terrible and wanting him catch his breath. To you, Felix looked almost pathetic, like a puppy begging for a treat.

His groans became more desperate. He had almost a fearful glint in his eye, but gods, he was enjoying this. And you'd be lying if you said you didn't either.

Felix knew his life was in your hands since you two had met. The many times you came to his aid whether he had a small cut or a serious injury told him so. The fact you'd give so much of yourself to him, just to make sure he could continue living another day. In a sense, you were his breath, his lungs. He owed so much to you. He knew you. He trusted you. He loved you. That doesn't stop now.

"Look at you squirm," you laughed, "do you need to breathe?"

Felix hastily shook his head, still clawing at your fingers. His chest burned. His face became wet with tears that no longer threatened but promised to spill over. He was starting to see white.

The way his eyes flooded to the back of his head reminded you of the misfortunes you'd unfortunately come across on your endeavors in Astraea. In your years, you never saw a dead body, let alone have someone you know be the cause of it. And it's never something you get used to. It never gets easy. To have someone here one moment and the next moment, boom, gone, and over with. It haunted you, in your waking hazes or tormented slumbers, the blueish-greyish faces with empty eyes. You mourned. But now, it was your turn to maybe be a necromancer like Felix, holding someone on the brink, the cusp of what they want and what they fear so deeply. Just for a couple second more. A little bit more.

And you finally let go.

"Fuck! Oh gods! " He painfully managed.

He took in air like he was thirsty for water. His face had gone from the slight blue to the heated crimson it once held so well before. With his remaining energy, he fell limp onto the pile of blankets surrounding him, still sticky and hot to the touch.

"MC, please," he huffed, "touch me..."

You gave him a soft smile before crawling next to him in bed. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, tilting it over so you could press a kiss to his head. He grabbed your wrist in an almost pleading fashion, eyes still half lidded and dark. He needed more.

"No more games. Stop this cruelty, please!" He was crying. And you loved it.

You wiped his tears before pulling him into you. He had no means of moving in combination of your strength and his overall lack of energy. He wanted to scream, he wanted to push you off him so you could fuck him until he saw the same white light as he did before. He wanted everyone in the vicinity to know that he no longer was his own person, but yours.

But all you did was snuggle into him more, cooing him and petting his head as he cried and whimpered from the still ever increasing warmth in this stomach to his groin.

"I deserve it! Please, I-I deserve more!"

And maybe he did, but for now, you'd supplement sleep for your ever increasing hunger. And he'd do the same.

[daniyanii]

Yandere Itachi

Despite traveling to every village far and wide he had never seen a woman, let alone person like her.

Her hair was new, her facial features, skin and personality. It was just so intriguing to Itachi, he couldn't help but be enchanted by it.

He found himself risking his cover much more than usual. He had began at first sneaking in a few times a month to check on her for a few minutes but eventually it became a nightly hobby.

He would come right when her sensei dismissed the team and shadow over her while walking home. After he would watch through windows while she moved about and finally once he was sure she was sleep...he would sneak in and watch.

He noticed many things about the girl while observing. She didn't have not one single friend in the village, not even her teammates. She seemed to just tolerate everyone while they shunned her and outcasted her. She didn't ever seemed too fazed by it though, almost as if she was used to it and okay with such treatment.

It angered and upset Itachi, but surprisingly no one had ever put their hands on her. Most people looked at her like she was disease ridden so many just glared from far away and clutched their kids and valuables closer.

She had never been touched,..... until today.

Itachi was watching (Y/n) take her usual peaceful and silent walk home. He did notice that she was extra drained on chakra today, and looked like she could drop any minute. Which already had him on edge but he was soon pushed right off the cliff when a heavily drunk man stumbled over to her caressing her body

Despite the few pushes and slaps you got in he caught your wrists in one hand and was using the other to roam your body. All while placing sloppy, wet kisses on your neck.

In seconds the man collapsed to the ground without as much as a peep. You were thankful of course and you didn't even wanna know why. Just count this as a blessing and run! You thought to yourself. But after the first step you took a tall man in an eerily long coat with red clouds on it appeared directly in front of you.

'Oh great I avoided the flames just to die from the smoke' you thought to yourself

" If you wanna fight, be my guest." you said with your hands in your pockets and looked directly at him with a questioning glare

"No, I just wanted to ensure you're safety." Itachi vaguely answered, feeling as if was going to faint since after months of obsession and stalking he was finally talking to you.

"Why?" you asked, trying to see through him, too bad you weren't a Hyuga.

"Because, you're the teammate of my little brother, and if he is fond of you then so am I. Now may I please escort you home?" Itachi asked bored

'This guy does kinda look like Sasuke but....hotter. He seems pretty strong so I guess I'll go'  you thought quickly and recklessly in your tired state

All you did was nod, but then a thought ran through your head.

' Didn't sasuke say his brother murdered his entire clan and was a rouge ninja,essentially in a gang?!'

But before you could  protest he already had a grip on your arm, performing a transportation jutsu effortlessly.

*YOUR POV*

I opened my eyes immediately to see that I wasn't in my home. Before I could think I heard the heavy steel door shut and lock.

Instant panic.  

 

"Calm down, my love. I put that there so you don't even try and run. We can finally be together, no distractions" He whispered out, coming closer and I moved away

" What the hell are you talking about?! This is all just some sick joke to lure Sasuke out isn't it?" I said the most rational thought in my head

"Quite the contrary, if I wanted Sasuke I would have cut straight to the chase and took him. At first I thought my destiny was to live out my days until Sasuke killed me but once I saw you all that changed." Itachi slowly walked over, grabbing my hands in his. All I could was stare and think

'bruh what the hell did he just say?'

"My new fate is to spend the rest of my days here with you. You are the most important thing to me now. You mean more that the Akatsuki, taming the nine tails....even Sasuke." He confessed lowly which had my eye wide as saucers

I stepped back and snatched my hands from his cold embrace.

"Look I don't know what type of fucked up game you're playing but don't expect me to go along with it. I'm supposed to be your "new destiny" but we've never even met before." I spoke cautiously but still shooting him a glare

"Well we know eachother now and in due time you'll learn to love me, since I'll be the only face you see for a long time..." Itachi smiled and it wasn't even a crazy or fake one, it was.....genuine

'I need to get the fuck ASAP'

"Well except for when you end up carrying my child then of course it'll be all three, or four of us. Though I doubt we'll have more than two." He smirked at me and there was no mistaking that look.....it's lust.

"What do you mean? I would never carry your child or anyone else's for that matter. Also, you killed off your clan, why would I birth more just so could kill them too."

"I would never hurt something me and you created. Especially, in such a sacred way." He put his surprisingly large hand on my cheek and caressed my face.

"Plus, think of them as a gift from me. A reminder of the times we'll share, and that even in death I'm still here. Sasuke always wanted to help revive the clan, I'm just helping him out too. And when I leave this Earth they will serve and protect you. And eventually.... free you."

[melodyofmbaku]

Long, Lost & Found (Erik Stevens x OC)

Prompt: “Keep those pretty eyes open.”

Word Count: 1,273

Warnings: ⚠️ Smut ⚠️

For the lovely @kitesatforestp 💜I took a while to fully flesh it out but I hope you like it.

She had volunteered to chaperone the camping trip for the Wakandan outreach center and was already drained.

Soon her coworker made herself known by exiting the washroom.

“Long day?” She inquired.

Alicia rolled her eyes. “You have no idea. I didn’t know the flavour of Kool Aid was really that important to kids. I’ve spent the whole afternoon mixing red.”

She considered her sticky red hands and smiled. “I’m glad they’re having a good time though. I just need a nap.” She stifled a yawn and crashed on the couch.

She heard the office door open and ignored it for scrolling on her phone.

She snickered at a TikTok on her phone and got comfortable on the couch.

“Alicia?”

She scrunched up her nose. Maybe if she pretended she was asleep they’d leave her alone. She couldn’t do another round of supervision. She’d hoped it wasn’t one of the camp counselors.

“Is that you?” The familiarity in the voice unsettled her.

“I’d know that laugh anywhere.” The voice said again.

She turned slowly and her breath caught in her throat. It couldn’t be, but it was. There he stood right in front of her.

Erik Stevens. Professional trouble maker and her high school sweetheart. The man that was supposed to take her virginity. Her first love.

The shock on her face couldn’t be contained.

Nikki looked between the two of them curiously. “I didn’t know you knew our guest speaker Alicia.”

“Guest speaker?” She asked.

“Prince Erik came to share some words to the kids during their camping trip. They love him. Why didn't you say anything?”

“I didn’t know that he’d be here.” She said lowly.

Struggling to take in the sight in front of her.

Erik, her high school heartthrob, had gone off the grid before graduating without saying a word to anyone.

They had made so many plans. She’d wanted to have her first time with him on prom night. They planned to move from Oakland to Houston, get a little house and raise an army of babies.

They never got to realize those goals and Alicia had been crushed, she’d thrown herself into college without bothering to date seriously until she was 23.

She was 28 now and it had been a series of failed sub 1 year relationships.

Now he stood in front of her thick with muscle and with a maturity that the Erik she knew 10 years ago could never possess. He was a bit of a hothead back then.

“Do you know each other well?” Her coworker inquired, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat. “I know Erik from high school.” She avoided his eyes as his sought to find hers.

Nikki smirked and looked at the two before announcing her departure.

“Well I’ll leave you both to it.” She said before making her way over to the campsite.

“Where did you go?” Were the first words that left her mouth. Her gaze was hot and was accusatory. He deserved it.

“To take my place where I belonged.” He spoke, his voice gravelly and deeper than she remembered.

“You’re Wakandan…” she relaxed taking a look at his apparel and stature. It fit him. She admired his much longer locs and the jewelry embedded in them.

“Yeah. I — had to go. I needed to know the truth about my father. Where I came from, everything.”

“You look good. Like you found everything you wanted.” She said softly.

“Not quite.” He said lowly.

That’s how she ended up dressed in just her panties and a tank top with her legs spread in a damn cabin for Erik fucking Stevens. Her high school sweetheart.

“Erik…stop teasing” she complained.

“See that’s the thing…” he whispered into her skin. Almost in worship.

“I been trying to get between these thighs for so damn long. I wanna savor you.” He murmured as he ripped the lace panties from her body.

She gasped, scandalized. Her head hit the headboard. He was going to kill her. She would die having an orgasm in Erik’s arms and she would regret nothing.

What was he doing to her?

“But you were always so damn smart. Always studying and never wanting to turn up.” He reminisced running his hands up and down her thighs.

He kissed her mound and sat back taking in her wet sex. He breathed against it and she squirmed.

“She so damn pretty. She’s everything I ever dreamed of.”

He ran a curious finger down her weeping slit and looked at her directly in the eyes as her breath caught in her throat.

She grasped his hand to stop his assault but instead he used her hand to guide his into her entrance. He pressed his finger into her and smirked.

“Want more?” She nodded desperately.

He added another finger and began to stroke her insides slowly. She tilted her head back and her eyes slid closed.

Her eyes snapped open when she was met with the wetness of his tongue between her folds.

“Keep those pretty eyes open.” He smiled a small smile casually as if he was telling her to pass the salt.

He licked up her essence with vigor. Alicia felt her toes curl and her free hand fisted his locs.

“Erik” she moaned and stretched out his name, her back arched from the bed.

She tried to remove her hand from his wrist and he released it reluctantly and watched as she slapped it over her mouth.

“Shh baby girl.”

He placed a firm hand on her abdomen and pushed her body back down eyes never leaving hers.

“Im gonna take care of you princess. I have waited years for this. You gotta be quiet though. You don’t want your homegirls to hear you do you?” He cocked his head to the left and considered her wickedly.

“Erik I want it… you… right now.” She punctuated breathlessly.

“I hear you. I’m going to give you what you want Alicia I promise but I’m going to have to take my time with you mama.” He shook his head in mock sympathy.

“Erik please —“ a broken sound left her lips. He wasn’t going to let up. He was having entirely too much fun.

“You deserve it.” He kissed her forehead.

He slid his fingers out of her and she whined pathetically.

He laughed under his breath. “Come on girl that was kinda funny.” He goaded as she slid the zipper of his jeans down and the sound caused her to clench against nothing.

She glared at him and he pulled his impressive length from his boxers. He stroked it once. Twice. Eyes never leaving hers.

“Get over here.” She whispered hoarsely.

He took a step forward and lined himself up between her body. His hips between her legs.

He leaned down to cradle her face. She leaned into it and shot him a look. She had tears welling up in her eyes. Erik couldn’t tell if it was from frustration or hurt.

“You left me all alone…”

“I know.” He murmured rubbing his length between her lips but never fully sheathing himself in her.

“Don’t you ever do that again.” She demanded, fierce eyes pinning him in place. He brushed her cheek in admiration.

“Never again.” He promised the love in his heart swelling uncomfortably.

He swiped the rouge tear from her cheek with his thumb.

“I’m here baby. Don’t you worry about a thing. Daddy’s home.”

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My requests are open. So if you’d like me to bring an idea you have to life, I write for all the black men in Black Panther.

With a heavy lean towards M’Baku contrary to popular belief. 😉

[amysteriousmessenger]

‘Oh, to serve a Princess’ - Ray x Reader NSFW fanfiction

Pairing: Ray x implied female reader CW: Face-riding, fingering, slightly obsessive and a little more confident Ray who just wants to be used Word Count: 4.8k Rating: Explicit

You hadn’t seen Ray in a couple of days, almost a week actually. He said he’d been so busy doing another job for the Saviour that he hadn’t even had time to sleep and had been eating at his desk. He cried on the phone that every time he’d tried to sneak out to come and visit you, a Believer had been waiting outside for him to ask where was going. You missed him, that much was obvious from the ache in your heart, but the punch in your stomach was the worry you had for him. You’d been at Mint Eye for several months, but you had yet to see what tied him so subserviently to the Saviour, besides fear. You’d hoped that he’d at least been eating decently while at his desk, but the various candy bar wrapper sounds you had heard over the phone told you otherwise. You couldn’t help but sigh as you stared out of the window into the night sky. The garden was so beautiful, and you knew how much Ray cherished the flowers growing within it. And yet, it brought you little joy to be enjoying it without him.

Averting your gaze towards the small decorative birdcage that resided in the corner of your room, you couldn’t help but see Ray flash before your eyes again as you touched one of the thin metal bars. Even in the dark lighting of your room, the cage glinted a brilliant gold. You supposed that the cage was just like Magenta. It was so pretty and ornate that, surely, a bird would  want  to fly willingly towards the gilded embrace it to be loved safely from within its bars. A small bird that longed for protection, to live peacefully. However, it was only when that bird flew into the cage that they would realise it was exactly that:  a cage.  You felt sick, wiping your fingers against the fabric of your black dress. You’d previously been wearing the dresses that Ray had brought you but they were being cleaned and he’d told you he’d gotten you a new dress, but you hadn’t seen him since he mentioned it. So, you remained in the Mint Eye standard black dress, it was pretty, so you didn’t mind. You looked back between the cage and the garden and figured that the garden would be the lesser of two evils since you’d at least be able to get some fresh air. You grabbed your phone, ID card, and a light shawl just in case it was cold. You didn’t have many shoes with you, but the ground looked dry enough to just wear some light slip-on shoes.

You looked back at the cage once again before swiftly making your way to the door, pulling it open, and having your heart jump out of your chest immediately. Someone was on the other side. It took a second or two for your eyes to adjust and to realise that it was Ray. He hardly looked like Ray. His under-eyes looked practically bruised, he’d lost more weight and he was swaying slightly. He utterly looked  exhausted.

‘Ray, are you okay?’ You asked, taking in his appearance. He had brought you a bouquet of gorgeous red roses, but you were more concerned about having him get a little bit of colour in his  cheek  than the deep rouge of the petals.

‘Yes! I am fine, please do not worry about me, my sweet flower. Might I come in? I know it’s late… I’ve only just finished my work.’

‘Of course, you can but… Ray, you should get some rest first.’ You replied, very much wanting him to get the sleep that he had been so deprived of.

‘A-ah, yes, of course… I did not mean to be a burden, I just hoped I could see you. I went to pick these flowers before I came here, to make up for not visiting’ His half-gloved hands moved the flowers towards you, a pleading look sneaking onto his face. He knew exactly how to have you putty in his hands.

‘Oh, Ray. You’re not a burden. Come in, please, sit down and eat something. They’re so pretty, you know that red roses are my favo- A-ah! Ow!’ you flinched, pulling your hand back from the roses. You’d pricked your finger on a rose thorn. It was only a small drop of blood and didn’t particularly hurt after the initial sting. It was just a tiny dot of blood but, to Ray, it was as though his love had directly hurt you. You didn’t think it was possible, but the colour seemed to drain from his face even more as you watched the panic strike across his features.

‘My princess, I’m so sorry! This is all my fault, I should have de-thorned the roses! I’m so stupid! Useless! I didn’t think and now  you’re h-hurt!’   Tears began to well in his eyes, and you couldn’t help but think he looked beautiful, even then.

‘It’s okay, Ray! It’s just a little bit of blood, I just need to take the thorn out.’ You tried to console him as he blamed himself.

‘Please, allow me.’ Ray followed you into the room hurriedly, locking the door behind him. He took the roses from you and placed them on your vanity table. He knew his way around your room very well, since he had personally designed it, and retrieved a small first-aid box from your bathroom. You didn’t think he needed to go to such an effort for such a small, insignificant injury, but figured it would probably bring him a little bit of joy to let him care for you after not being able to see you for so long. He guided you towards your bed, as though you were mortally wounded, and sat down next to you as he fumbled through the small box. He set aside a small band-aid, disinfectant spray, tweezers, and cleaning wipe. You felt bad for worrying ray, especially since he’d had such a rough few days, so you wanted to try and lessen his emotional burden by taking the blame.

‘I’m so clumsy, I usually burn my hands a lot.’ You started before laughing and adding ‘Maybe I should get a pair of gloves like yours, so I stop hurting my fingers so much.’

‘My gloves stop me from biting my nails so much. I often don’t realise I’m doing it but sometimes I just get so anxious. My Saviour told me to wear them to stop biting at my nails and to hide them from her sight, she says my hands aren’t pretty to look at. That they’re a sign of my weakness… Maybe, when I get stronger, I’ll be okay without them. I’m sorry, I need to take the thorn out…’ He whispered as he used the tweezers to remove the thin spike from your skin, making the blood form in a little bubble on the surface of your skin. You could feel your heart clenching as you heard Ray speak about his gloves, and part of you wished you hadn’t mentioned it.

‘It’s okay. I like your gloves Ray, they make you look princely.’ You smiled, using your other hand to gently place your hand on his knee. You felt him tense up for a moment before ever-so-slightly moving closer into your touch.

‘Princely? I-I don’t think I’m good enough for that… but, I’d like to be your prince, if you’d let me, princess.’ Ray replied, averting his gaze back to your finger as he delicately wiped at your finger. Clearly, he was no stranger to disinfecting wounds.

‘You look just like a Prince. I was reading earlier, ‘The Happy Prince’ by Oscar Wilde specifically, and when I read about the Prince having sapphires for eyes, I pictured yours.’ You reached your hand up to stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers. You didn’t have the heart to tell him how sad the story of ‘The Happy Prince’ was.

‘Ah… I don’t really know what to say.’ Ray focused on cleaning your finger, his face growing warm under your affection. He couldn’t have hidden the light dusting of a blush even if he had tried.

‘Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you… Your eyes are just pretty.’ You added, worried that you had somehow made him uncomfortable. It was unlike you to be so upfront with Ray, but you just had a pull, a need, to make sure he knew how precious he truly was. He’d never think it for himself, so you wanted to make sure someone told him, at the very least, that he was cherished.

‘P-pretty? I’ve never considered myself pretty, but I like pretty things, like you, and flowers, and the sky… Will you allow me to do something a little bolder than usual?’ He asked, pulling his icy eyes up to meet your gaze for a moment.

‘Of course.’ You knew he’d never do anything without your consent, and you trusted Ray to always treat you with tenderness, so even his ‘boldness’ was sweet. He took a quick intake of breath before bringing your fingertip up to his lips and placing the softest kiss upon where the small prick of blood had begun to reappear, leaving a tiny dot of red on his lips when they left your flesh.

‘I want to… be a Prince for you. They kiss their beloved’s hands, right? And uhm, they- they kiss their love to break the spell.’ He spoke, looking back at your hand as he cupped it with both of his own.

‘True Love’s first kiss? But we’ve kissed before.’ You added, a little confused. You’d done more than kiss before, you’d been with Ray for a few months and the intimacy had been forthcoming. Ray’s adoration was obsessive and, whilst he struggled to accept it, no amount of physical affection was ever enough. He always craved more from the second it was over. But he was uncertain and shy, so sometimes he didn’t know how to ask for more and would, in turn, suffer until you next bestowed it upon him.

‘I wasn’t a Prince then… I want to look after you and treat you like a Princess.’ He said, wrapping the band-aid around your finger and only released your hand to tidy the first-aid box away. You noticed that he hadn’t wiped the blood from his lips despite there being no way that he wasn’t aware of its presence. It was probably the most colour he had on his face at that moment, even in the dim lighting of your bedroom. Ray was almost ghostly in appearance, and yet, so beautiful. It pained you that he couldn’t see that in himself.

‘Okay, you can be my Prince, Ray.’ You whispered. It took a moment for him to hesitate before he tentatively pressed his lips against yours. You hadn’t seen Ray for so long, you had almost forgotten how much you craved his touch. His lips were cold and chapped, more so than usual because of having not looked after himself properly. There was a small tinge from the metallic taste of blood before it quickly vanished, and you could taste the hint of all the sugary snacks that Ray had been subsisting on in his IT room. He was quicker to deepen the kiss than usual, not that you were complaining, but at some point or another: you needed to stop to breathe. It was painfully obvious by the darkening look in Ray’s eyes that he’d have much rather given you his last breath than to pull apart for just a moment longer because as soon as he could, he was back to steal intoxicating kisses from you. You supposed it was due to the lengthy separation that had made Ray be this needy, almost to the point of  obsessive , but his kisses were like a drunken summer’s evening: warm and yearning. Yearning for the heat he was so constantly deprived of.

This wasn’t your first time together, so Ray knew what you liked. He knew you liked when he kissed down your neck, when his fingertips danced along your bare shoulders, or when you could feel him whispering into your ear. He was always so meticulously focused on pleasing you that always knew what to do even if he didn’t always have the confidence to execute it without coaxing. This was not one of those times. Ray felt this hunger for you each time, but this time, he didn’t feel the same level of uncertainty that he usually did. Perhaps it was the sleep deprivation, or maybe it was having not had his hands on you in almost a week, but at that moment: you were the drug that Ray was the most addicted to. As he kissed along your neck, your hands found their way into his soft, white hair. Without either of you mentioning it, you both fell back onto the bed together, with Ray leaning over you to continue kissing the sensitive skin on your throat. You couldn’t help but let out small gasps and whimpers under his touch, you really had missed him, after all.

‘Ray…’ You half said, half-moaned. You could feel yourself getting turned on, but the rational part of your brain was reminding you that Ray should get some sleep after having worked for such a long period of time. You wanted him to look after himself, even though that clearly wasn’t at the forefront of his own mind in that moment.

‘Yes, my Princess?’ He pulled away from your neck to ask, looking down into your face from above. He was panting slightly, and you didn’t think it was just from the kissing. Like you, he was flushed in the face and his eyes were half-lidded from sheer  hunger.

‘Don’t you think… that you should get some sleep? You were working for so long.’ You said, reaching a hand down from his head to cup his face.

‘D-do you want me to stop?’ Ray asked quickly, a moment of panic flashing that perhaps he had gotten too ahead of himself, that you didn’t want his touch.

‘No, but you’re tired and-’

‘This…is nothing. What kind of Prince doesn’t give his Princess the attention that she deserves, especially after he’s neglected her all week? I-I’ll do anything you ask of me, since it’s you.’ Ray was relieved that it wasn’t him misreading the situation, and you were just concerned for his wellbeing. This wasn’t the lost endurance test he’d had; he could stay awake a little bit longer if it meant getting to be in your company. That much he could manage.

‘A-ah…’ You gasped as he turned to kiss along your bare shoulder. You had missed the sensation of being underneath him like this. His cravat was lightly tickling your chest and you laughed involuntarily. He didn’t take his mouth off of you, but you felt him reach up to his neck with one hand and tug the cravat loose, so it didn’t tickle you as much. He also undid his top button, probably to allow himself to breathe better.

‘H-how do you want me to please you?’ Ray asked, still looking for the confidence to be bolder with verbalising what he wanted to say.

‘Mhm, touch me… Ray.’ You moaned into his ear. You decided that if he really wanted to spend the night with his first moment of freedom, who were you to deny the both of you that enjoyment?

‘Like- like this?’ He asked as he tentatively laid on the bed, half next to you and half on top of you. His gloved hand slowly moved up towards your inner thigh as you parted them to grant him access. Ray’s hand disappeared underneath the hem of your black dress as his fingers found the fabric of your underwear. His confidence seemed to falter for a moment of uncertainty until your own hands found their way into his hair again and you pressed a few butterfly kisses against his sharp jawline.

Usually, Ray took his gloves off to touch you since you wouldn’t actually see his hands in the darkness, but this time he kept them on, primarily because you said that you liked them, and secondly because he wanted to live up to the princely imagery you had described to him. His fingers pressed against you gently, moving in small circular motions up and down the length of you. He’d occasionally vary the pressure depending on which spot he was touching, since he didn’t want to accidentally hurt you. He was teasing you and he didn’t even realise he was doing it. Ray quickly found the spot which made you moan the most. Since he was wearing his gloves, he couldn’t physically feel how turned on you were, so he relied on the mewls you emitted to know that he was doing a good job.

‘More… please.’ You sighed underneath his touch. Ray’s hand found its way into your underwear and you moaned into his mouth as you continued to kiss him, It was safe to say that the situation that definitely gotten heated, but you couldn’t tell from whose face the heat radiated the most, ‘Yeah, just like that…’ You affirmed as his fingers circled around your folds, occasionally teasing at your clit. You briefly wondered why he’d didn’t keep his gloves on for this more often, it felt so good. It carried a certain emotion, being touched with leather gloves, that was making you physically weak at the knees. As much as you enjoyed the feeling of his skin on you, you couldn’t deny that the gloves were definitely doing it for you too. He could feel the slickness of your arousal as his gloved fingers slid along your folds until you were melting against his chest. Ray liked that he was in a position to be able to continuously kiss you as he stroked you, he needed all of you at once. He wanted to be in every single one of your senses, the same way that you were all-encompassing to his. His fingers left you briefly, and you mourned for the sudden lost sensation.

‘My princess, would you mind, uhm, lifting your hips up for me?’ He asked in a husky manner that was almost unlike him. He sounded so needy, you immediately complied and helped him to remove your underwear. While you were there, you also kicked off the slipped that you had put on for your long-forgotten walk into the garden. Once you laid back down, Ray’s obsessive hands soon found their way back to your body.

After another minute or so of circling your clit, his fingers lowered themselves to your entrance. He waited, asking for permission, before slowly entering you with his hand. As always, he was patient with your body, especially after having not touched you for a while. He added one finger at first, moving it slowly to let you adjust, before quickly adding another. You had missed the feeling of having him inside you like this. Ray had to adjust his wrist slightly before he continued to let him curl his finger against you, rubbing along your wall in a ‘come hither’ motion. While you had some lube in your bedside table, you didn’t think there’d be a need for it, since you could feel how turned on you were from the cool air hitting the wetness on your  thighs.  You moaned out affection and affirmations to Ray as he increased his speed as he let you pull him into kisses at will or held his head against your chest. However you wanted to hold him, he’d happily go along with it.

‘It’s so good, Ray- ah, right there!’ You choked as he hit the spot that made you almost see stars. He tried to focus on hitting that spot, again and again, his hand becoming wetter and wetter which each passing tap on your g-spot. You were somewhat embarrassed that you could actually hear the motion of Ray’s fingers moving in and out of you but it just seemed to spur him on more. He really was talented with those fingers.

‘I want... more. I saw something that I want to try. I-I promise I’ll do my best to make it feel good… I don’t quite know how to phrase it. I want to taste you, from above-’ He explained, slightly haphazardly.

‘Are you sure? Won’t I be too heavy?’ You questioned; a little bit uncertain of his request.

‘Of course not. In the video I saw, they used a pillow to support their neck and-’ He started, but you couldn’t help interject with laughter.

‘Ray, were you watching porn?’ It just seemed so out of character for him.

‘No! I mean, technically, yes. It wasn’t mine… I was checking that none of the Believers were trying to look at stuff they shouldn’t be and I… found a video. I thought it looked like you might enjoy it. I found that I… wanted to please you like that.’ His face flushed with embarrassment, even after everything that had just happened, he was suddenly embarrassed that he stumbled across and watched a porn video.

‘We can try it, if you want.’ The embarrassment spread from Ray to you, realising that you were, in fact, going to be sitting on his face. You were a little bit self-conscious about your body, so you said you wanted to keep your dress on, and Ray replied that thought you were beautiful, but he understood body issues and wouldn’t push you since this was already out of your comfort zone. Ray removed his fingers from you again and, with his other hand, he laid a pillow flat on the bed and positioned it so his neck was supported at a slight angle. You were a little nervous about hurting him, but since he wanted to try it, you were willing to give it a try.

You sat up, unsure how to how exactly you were supposed to get on his face without crushing him, but still equally as desperate for stimulation. You lifted your dress up and bunched it at your hips, throwing one leg over Ray’s chest so you were almost straddling him at the next. You waited for him to give the okay to move closer and put yourself in his mouth. You felt his hands steady your thighs as he nudged you close to him, clearly equally as eager to use his mouth on you as you were to have him do it.

Ray started with a few small, sensitive kisses along your folds, earning small shudders from above. You felt a little scared to move, in case you fell and hurt him, so you intended to just let him take his time in what he was doing, he was going you so much attention after all. You felt him stick out his tongue and run it in a line up and down you, your breath hitching in your throat when he grazed it over your clit again and again. And then, almost all at once, Ray pushed your hips into your face, so you were completely on his mouth. It was as though something took over him, a hungry desire that he didn’t verbalise, but you could see burning in his eyes as he took mouthful after mouthful of you, You threw your head back in pleasure and choked out his name in broken moans. You hadn’t expected Ray to be so upfront with wanting to do something like this, and then actually taking control with it.

His gloved hands were on your hips, moving you over his mouth with speed. He was practically  begging  you to use him, to let him make you feel good. Ray wanted nothing more than to be useful to you, especially like this. He  needed  that useless body of his to be good for something, to be good for you. He’d never want for anything ever again if you were to, at the very least, allow him to stay by your side like this. This much he could do. Was it selfish of him to think such a thing? Perhaps. But he decided that, with everything he’d endured in his life, he was allowed to keep that one selfish thought close to his heart. It was a little difficult for him to manage while you were obstructing his view, but Ray undid his trousers and began lightly touching his own erection since it had become uncomfortable to ignore, using your own arousal on his gloves as a lubricant. He was already painfully hard from pleasuring you, but he didn’t need any of the attention to be on him tonight, he wanted to be there just to please you, to  serve  you.

He stroked himself with one hand and continued to guide you over his face with the other. He  particularly  liked it when you found the confidence to grip your hands in his hair and start moving yourself against his tongue, using him in the way he wanted you to. You had already been starting to get close to an orgasm when Ray had had his hands inside of you, so it didn’t take very long for the sensation to start building once again. Personally, Ray didn’t have too much stamina so he had to delay his own orgasm for as long as possible to be able to continue watching the show above him to his utmost benefit. He preferred watching you as you moved against him, and he felt drunk when you made eye contact with him whilst you did it. He was the only one who got to see you like this,  the only one.  He didn’t care what he had to do to keep it that way, he’d be possessive, obsessive, compulsive if needs be to ensure that that would remain the case.

Above, you felt the pressure of an orgasm building quickly under the merciless assault of Ray’s tongue. You could feel that Ray was picking up his own pace and moaning onto you, which felt fucking  great.  He was starting to get close too, which made sense because of how aroused he had been just from touching you. Besides, he definitely hadn’t had any time to release himself all week, he was probably just a bit pent up too.   His lips were pursed over your clit, swapping between kissing it and sucking on it and then using his tongue when you picked up speed in order to let you fuck yourself on it, praises and prayers falling freely from your mouth.

‘Fuc- Ray! I think I’m gonna-’ You didn’t even have a chance to finish your statement before Ray picked up the speed he was moving your hips at, quickly sending you over the edge in his mouth. Did he stop moving you, just because you’d climaxed?  Absolutely not.  Through the blinding pleasure, Ray continued to use his mouth on you until your legs started to twitch from the overstimulation. It was watching you writhe above him, knowing that he’d done such a good job that allowed him to find his own orgasm too, quickly releasing over his hand. He touched himself through his peak, mentally visualising how both of your arousals must look mixed between his fingertips. He closed his eyes, feeling lost in the moment where all of his pent-up frustrations from the last week came crumbling down into a moment of practical peace.

When he was done, you removed yourself from his mouth and collapsed on the bed next to him. You were both panting heavily as you crawled to his side, placing exhausted kisses along his jaw and temple. His hair was a mess from where you’d run your hands through it, but you thought it just made him look cute. You weren’t surprised to see how quickly the exhaustion took over Ray after he caught his breath and you convinced him to take the risk and sleep in your room for the night, since you weren’t entirely certain he’d made it all of the way back to his own room without passing out. You took turns in the bathroom, cleaning yourselves up from the unfolded events of the night, and crawled into bed together.

‘I love you, Ray. I really do.’ You said, embraced in one another’s arms in the darkness.

‘I love you too, my sweet Princess.’ He replied, clearly trying to fight off the sleep to continue talking to you.

You pressed one more kiss into his pale cheek, ‘I wish you’d know how precious you were to me.’ You whispered, but he was already unconscious.

[anyoneseenadam]

That fenrys fic was divine 😭🔥 can I request something for him having a nightmare for the first time since he found his mate and she comforts him and reassure him ?a tiny bit of angst maybe 💔🤧

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: blood, violence, nightmares, character death (kinda), mainly fluff with a lil bit of angst

a/n: I completely stole the first half of this from a short story I wrote about Achilles lmao, also THANK YOU FENRYS IS AN ICON AND DESERVES ALL THE LOVE WHICH I AM HAPPY TO GIVE, hope u enjoy <3

(I did not proof read this because I am tired :))

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Fenrys hands shook as they refrained from touching her, from pulling her in and wrapping himself around her, drowning in her hair, her skin, her clothes, her laugh, eyes, smile. She turned with a smirk and a cheeky eyebrow raise, beckoning him in. He lunged, grabbing her, ready to make true on his wish, staring in wonder as her solid form turned to mist in his hands as she moved further away. Her laugh drawing him in. And of course, he followed like the lost puppy he was, begging, and whining to return to comfort, home, safety. She was his home, and he would follow her to the ends of the world if it meant she stayed that way.

 She had moved again, this time into a series of winding corridors, the maze he called his heart, a maze she owned. He chased after her, but she was quick, twisting and turning through corridors and secret doors, the map laid bare for her to see as he stumbled blinding, led only be the light she left in her path and her infectious laughter. Finally, she reached a dead end, casually bracing herself against the cold walls, releasing an exhale of laughter through her nose. He slowed his pace to a walk as she smiled up at him through curling lashes, nothing but the faint smudge of rouge high on her cheeks concealing her natural face to him, which he proceeded to wipe with his thumb when he reached her, his build towering over hers.

 “Finished running, are you?” he mused quietly,

 “I knew you wouldn’t let me get too far,” she whispered back, lips tracing his jaw.

 “That’s because you hold my leash,” he allowed himself to concede, “always have, always will my darling.”

 She let out a sigh of agreement, before leaning to his ear, their bodies pressed so tightly together he could feel her heart beating in his own chest, as if they had swapped hearts giving the other all they were, all they could be.

 “There is no me without you.” She uttered the vows they had made that beautiful day, where she dressed as the angel he was sure she was. He leaned down to express his love, but she did not allow him to rest in her arms for long, pulling away with a giggle.

 “What?” he asked with a smirk, but she was already gone giggling behind him, the chase beginning again.

 But as he turned, blessed by the smile she gave him, all pearly white teeth and rosy cheeks, the warning shout he cried was not quick enough as a wash of deep red replaced the once pure and untainted white of her smile. Her mouth filling with blood, the sword protruding from her stomach like a handle. She stared at him questions not asked soon enough as she splutters up blood onto her previously fresh clothes, eyes full of fear, splitting his heart in half, the ground crumbling beneath his feet.

 He tried to run to her, hands grasping at air as he fell through the cracks in his own heart, a scream tearing from his throat as she was pulled from him, skin draining of colour and eyes turning black, full of hatred and contempt as she stared him down.

 His own scream woke him up, sweat and tears blending on his face like paint on a pallet, as he gripped her pillow and sobbed on their bed. He herded himself into the far corner of the bed, afraid when he realised she was not lying next to him, comforting words, and gentle hands ready to lull him back to sleep. Fear and sadness battled in his heart, the heart he had given her during the war, the heart she had held safely as she cut her way through armies to reach him again. The heart she had put back together with soft kisses and words of undying love. The heart she had tied to her own the day they wed and had kept pressed safely in her chest since.

 He looked now, tears blurring the image he was presented with, bookshelves filled with stories you promised you would read eventually, tubes of lipstick on the floor next to the frame of their mirror, tea left to go cold in mugs dotted around the room, sketches left to be forgotten on desks and ribbons tied haphazardly around bed posts.

 He saw all these signs of you, the clues you left him as he navigated your shared life. His eyes darted around the room, breath picking up when he couldn’t see you, pressing a hand to your side of the bed and finding it warm, his breathing only slowing a little.

 He stood, pulling on a pair of boxers, and grabbing two daggers he kept next to the bed as his mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. He slowly padded out the room, moving silently through the house and thinking of a million different ways to torture whoever had dared to touch you. The tears on his face had dried uncomfortably but it was the least of his worries as he stalked through his own home, fear clouding his judgement that argued you were probably safe.

 He heard movement in the kitchen and walked that way, footsteps light as he rounded to corner to a beautiful sight. His arms dropped as he took in the sight of you in nothing but his shirt, sipping from a glass of water, illuminated by the moons glow. You turned when he walked in, smiling at his but furrowing your eyebrows when you saw his facial expression and the knives in his hands.

 “Fenrys, what happened?” you asked, moving over to him as he threw his daggers down, arms encircling your waist as he breathed in your scent. “Fenrys please, you’re scaring me.”

 He pulled away from you and you reached up, stroking a hand down his face and looking up at him with nothing but concern in your eyes, eyes that were searching his for any clues of why he was acting this way.

“I though you were- I thought someone had,” he struggled to get the words out, pulling you even closer, one hand tangling itself in your hair as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, kissing his sharp jaw.

 “Slow down love, tell me what happened,” your soothing voice calmed him, his breath coming easier as you moved a hand to his shoulder, your loving grip grounding him.

 “I had a dream, then I woke up and you weren’t hear and I- I thought someone had taken you,” he whispered, eyes filling with tears as he pictured your lifeless eyes and limp body.

 “Oh my love, I’m sorry,” you pulled away from him, clasping his large hand in your smaller one and pulling him to your shared bedroom, “But you know I’m not easy to kidnap, I make too much noise.”  You joked, holding his hand to your mouth, and kissing it lightly as you walked over to your bed.

 He sat down first, and you stood between his legs, his arms wrapping tightly around you again. “Don’t joke about that,” he muttered into your stomach, but he couldn’t resist the smile forming.

 You pushed his head back and climbed into his lap, arms resting on his shoulders. “I mean honestly, if I ever got taken hostage I’m pretty sure I’d annoy them into letting me go, I’d just start explaining my top three reasons why every Jane Austen novel contains gay subtext.”

 “Or you could explain to them the tier list you and Aelin made of all the men you know.” Fenrys laughed as your eyes lit up.

 “I forgot about that!” you exclaimed and Fenrys laughed, lying down, and pulling you with him as he tickled your sides, revelling in your squeals as you batted your hands at him.

 When you calmed down, breathing quickly you rolled off Fenrys as he nestled himself between your breasts, holding you close.

 “Please never leave me,” he whispered into your chest as he listened to the steady beat of your heart as it created a song just for him. The vulnerability in his voice broke you and you moved a hand to his head, stroking lightly.

“Never.” You spoke with such surety that Fenrys let out the exhale he had been holding in. “I am never going to leave you, I’m always going to be by your side.”

“I love you so much, so much when I thought you were gone, I felt sick. I can’t do this without you.” He whispered into your skin. “Sometimes I’m scared that one day I’ll wake up and all this will have been a dream. And I’ll have to lie with Maeve again and kill for her and watch her hurt Conall and it will be so much worse, because I’ll remember this softness, I’ll remember you and maybe one day I’d find you and you wouldn’t recognise me, and for the rest of my life I’d think of you, of the woman I never got to love.”

“This is real.” You whispered, kissing his head, and ignoring the tears welling in your eyes, “I’m real, you’re real. We’re real Fenrys.”

He didn’t reply, just buried his face deeper into your chest, addicted to the feel of your heartbeat. The constant reminder that you were here, you were alive. After he lost his brother you noticed Fenrys had become clingier, you initially presumed it was just because he was in mourning and needed comfort but one night he had drunkenly confessed his biggest fear to you. The nightmares he would have where you left him, told him you hated him, and the worst of all, the nightmares in which he watched your life be cruelly ripped from you. He could live with you hating him and leaving him, knowing that somewhere in the world you were safe and breathing, but everyday he feared your death.

The mornings he would wake up and find you wincing, a hot water bottle pressed into your lower stomach, the thought of you in any form of pain ripping into him, making his heartbeat faster and his palms sweat. The powerful warrior brought to his knees for you, but you were always quick to reassure him with kisses and promises of staying in bed all day.

As he breathed in your scent now and listened to your heartbeat, happily surrounded by you and only you, he allowed himself to relax under you soft touch, his own heart slowing to beat with yours as the fear slowly melted from him.

He needn’t fear your death, as he knew that he would never let you die. No, instead he would always fall before you, sacrifice his own life, any life if it meant you survived. You were a Goddess sent to bless him and he would fall to worship before you, always.

[biggest-stupidhead]

Hiyaa, I'm so sorry for bothering you!! I really like your blog and what you write, read your works several times lol. One that I found really cute was the cadet reader one where she punches Levi and breaks his nose (poor bebe), so I was wondering if we could get like a second part to that with them doing all the paperwork and stuff and how things go down from there.

If you don't want to or don't take requests atm it's no biggie

Have a nice day and take care!!

Aw omg hiiii you’re not bothering me at all! Thank you sm for the support! I can definitely do a second part :)

Summary: Levi and you do paperwork in his office

Word Count: 1.6K

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You leaned heavily on the counter over the kitchen sink, your hair falling loose from your pony tail as you looked down the drain. The rest of your squad was out in the dining hall eating dinner, meanwhile you were going to be stuck with your cranky captain, who almost certainly had a death wish for you now. You swallowed thickly, eyeing the cook who was still dishing out dinner, you considered grabbing a plate. But any hunger you had felt earlier in the afternoon had dissipated since your incident. You knew that you should probably eat a little something, since the last time you had eaten was lunch, which was well over five hours ago. You huffed in frustration as you pushed off the sink and continued preparing the tea. You had only ever prepared the captain’s tea three times. Once when Moblit was too busy helping Hange, and the other two on the captain’s orders. The first time he had told you it was shitty and “too sweet” so the next two times you forewent the honey and just gave it to him black. He seemed more pleased with this than the last time, and even requested that you bring him another tray that next evening. You’d felt both honored and annoyed, having lost a significant chunk of your rare personal time.

But now you just felt plain nervous. You hadn’t ever injured anyone this badly during training before. Hurting your fellow human beings was not high on your list of priorities, aka the main reason why you chose to join the scouting regiment over the other two divisions of the military. You shot one last glance through the window into the dining hall, where other soldiers were all chowing down, meanwhile the sound of the tea kettle whistling caught your attention. You turned and brought the kettle off the heat and  placed the tea leaves into the cups. Once the water had cooled off a bit you poured it into the cups that only Levi was allowed to use, and watched the leaves swirl in the hot water. 

As you waited for the tea to steep, you turned and began to search for a tray to carry it on. By the time you found one, the tea was steeped perfectly, so you wasted no time loading it up and walking briskly up the stairs towards Levi’s office. 

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Levi sat on the counter of his bathroom, which was connected to his office and private quarters, inspecting his nose. The cut on the bridge of his nose had already begun to scab over, and his nose had stopped bleeding all together. He’d broken his nose more times than he would’ve liked, thanks to his upbringing. He slid off of the counter and stalked back into his office, the usual stack of paperwork still piled high. Erwin had been pestering him to find a cadet to help with the work, much like Hange had done so many years ago with Moblit. Other squad leaders also recruited the help of their cadets but Levi would rather not spend his “free time” with the brats, much like he knew that most of them wouldn’t want to spend their free time with him. He wasn’t sure what had come over him when he had asked you to join him for the evening, almost instantly regretting the order. But the way that you didn’t seem to deflate at the order, and even going above his expectations with offering to make tea, made the evening seem a bit more enticing. 

He slipped his jacket off and hung it neatly over the back of his chair before sinking down into the uncomfortable wooden seat. He sighed and began to sift through the papers, organizing them into piles, one pile for you to work on, since his signature was the last step to completion. Another pile that was for himself, this one containing more serious documents. A small knock on his door made him glance up from his work. 

“Name and business.” He said, although he was certain it was you, due to it being right around dinnertime. 

“(Y/n), here with your tea and to do paperwork sir!” You’re voice was muffled by the door, Levi knew that is was locked, so he had to get up and open the door for you. He pulled the door open and stepped back, silently inviting you in. You nodded in thanks, eyes lingering on his nose. Levi watched you closely as you placed the tray onto his desk, careful of the documents, which he was grateful for. He rounded his desk and dropped into his chair once more, as you handed him his tea, he took the cup from you in that peculiar way of his and inhaled the aroma. After a tense beat, he took a sip and gave you a curt nod. You felt your shoulders sag in relief and  you sank down into one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk. Levi took one last sip of his tea before placing it off to the side, he pushed a stack of papers towards you wordlessly and then produced a pen from one of the drawers in his desk. You began to flip through the papers, deciding that it was best to stay quiet and let Levi make the first attempts at conversation, seeing as you had broken his nose after all. 

Levi watched as you took the work in stride, skimming through papers, scratching down words when needed. You were working efficiently and he couldn’t have asked for more. But why was the silence that he’d been craving all day so very....annoying? He risked glancing up at you, face devoid of any particular emotion as you looked down at your work. Your hair was falling loose from it’s ponytail, causing some rouge pieces to obscure your vision. You let out a heavy sigh, causing your hair to flutter off your cheek briefly before falling back into your line of sight. Levi frowned, normally you were one of the more lively cadets under his command. Alongside Jean, Connie, and Sasha that is. It was concerning, seeing you so quiet and absorbed in the work, when he knew that it was nearly impossible to capture your focus for more than twenty minutes at a time. He hadn’t realized how long he had been staring until you looked up at him, eyes a bit wide and questioning as you met his steady gaze. He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly and looked back down at his papers, embarrassed at being caught. 

“Something wrong captain?” Your voice was smooth as honey and unwavering, something Levi found a bit disarming, given how jumpy and antsy you could be. 

“As you were.” Was all he said, with a flick of his wrist as he tried to play off his staring. 

“Hm okay then” you mumbled before returning to the paperwork at hand. A few more minutes of silence ensued before you placed your pen down and leaned back into the chair and stretched your arms above your head. A loud pop came from somewhere in your body and you sighed with relief. 

“That’s terrible for your joints.” Levi scolded as you twisted to grab the back of the chair and further pop your back. 

“How could something feel so good and be bad for you?” You countered as you twisted to crack the other side of your back, a wry grin on your face. Levi scoffed in slight dissatisfaction before attempting to refocus. 

“I’m almost done with my pile, do you need anything else from me while I’m here?” You asked as you placed another finished document onto the stack that was quickly rising in altitude. 

“Hm, no not tonight.” Levi said, his eyes still trained on his paper as he skimmed through it. Your brows raised at his words, implying that you would be coming back another night. 

“Not tonight?” You asked after beat. He hummed in agreement and added the page to his own finished pile of documents. 

“As in we will be doing more of this?” You asked, not ready to drop the topic just yet. 

“That is what I implied was it not cadet?” Levi asked with an exhausted sigh. You cocked your head to the side as you watched him work. 

“So...you need me again tomorrow night?” You mumbled, not sure how you felt about all of this. Of course you had offered to do him favors, you’d broken his nose, but getting stuck with him for the rest of god knows how long was a bit daunting. 

“Yes, and the night after that.” Levi said dully as his pen scratched against the paper. 

“Why so often? There isn’t nearly that much paperwork.” You pressed, leaning onto the desk in an attempt to get his full attention. 

“Hm no there isn’t but Erwin’s been pestering me about taking on a personal assistant.” His insinuation made you both fear the future and excited for it. Being Levi’s personal assistant could boost your reputation, but at what cost? You inhaled sharply, determination flowing through you to be a better assistant than Moblit, who was practically a pro at this point. 

“I’ll be your personal assistant captain.” you said eagerly, he looked up slowly, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. 

The sight of you sitting before him with a bright smile calmed him some, he had been worried that you wouldn’t have been ready for the task. He knew that at times he could be...difficult. So seeing you ready to tackle the challenge was reassuring, he nodded stiffly before looking back down at his work, hoping that the relief wasn’t as easy to spot on his face as it felt. 

“Very well then, I expect you here every evening ready for paperwork.” He tried to sound callous but it came out rather soft. 

“Of course sir.” you hummed as you also returned back to your work. 

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I’m not sure if I want this to be a romantic type of thing or more of a soft platonic relationship lol. If you guys want more of this specify the relationship and I will gladly continue this :) 

[sidespart]

For the fake fic title, if you're still doing it: Why do you hate me? (I honestly don't know where I came up with this lol)

X-Men AU!!! Found Family + Anxceit friendship. TW: child soldiers, child endangerment, abuse etc

(So typical X-men universe set up: some people are born with the X gene, which typically triggers during puberty, giving that person a mutation which normally results in cool powers. Many people hate mutants for their differences (/ bad press of people using their mutant powers for the evilz) and so most mutants live in hiding. The Xavier Institute is a school set up by an extremely powerful mutant which seeks to provide a safe space for young mutants to learn to manage their powers, get a regular education and hopes to see peace between humanity and mutant kind. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants is a group of mutants who believe humans will never let mutant live in peace and do various anti-human, pro-mutant vaguely terrorist-y actions (there’s like a billion version of the x-men and these details may not be correct for all the versions all of the time because comics but this is the vague idea))

ANYWAY PLOT - Containment breach at the Super Secret Child Soldier Lab (SSCSL) - Subject VII has escaped. Subject VII is only 6-7 years old but his mutations were artificially triggered much younger than is normal. He can warp reality and create very sophisticated illusions, but has very limited control over his powers.

Cut too - Virgil and Dee, a couple of teenage mutants living on the street. They find a little boy with a buzzcut wandering around The Bad Part Of Town and Virgil immediately decides they need to adopt/help him (Dee makes more of a fuss about how this is not their responsibility and the kids barely even talking and do you know how hard I work just to keep you and now you wanna add another mouth to feed?? Huhh?? but obviously does not actually say no) (Dee is like. Barely any older than Virgil he’s just dramatic). 

Naturally, just as the three of them have had time to bond, the SSCSL and other assorted bad guys show up to try and take VII back. There’s a big fight, Virgil and Dee have a lot more experience with flight and would probably have ended up dead if the X-men (Patton and Logan) hadn't shown up to save them. 

But they lose VII.

Patton and Logan take them back to the Xavier institute to recuperate and offer to let them stay. They can go to school there, get some training and help the X-men track down VII and the whole SSCSL. Virgil says yes, Dee says no.

(So, reasoning - Virgil's mutation developed when he was 12. It was not pleasant. Various students at his school were injured and the media set up a which hunt for the mutant that caused the chaos. Virgil ran away from home because he was worried about the backlash on his family and about hurting anyone else again. So to him, this school full of mutants who can help him control his power, can offer him stability and a return to normal structures and routines, who are promising to help him get in contact with his parents if and when he’s ready?? This is like every fantasy he’s ever had come true

Unlike the other characters, Dee’s primary mutation is physical. He was born with it, its very obvious and its resulted in him being rejected for most of his life. He bounced around increasingly disturbing foster homes before running away when he was very young, so most of his memories are of living on the streets and surviving on his own. So, to him, number one: all adults are inherently untrustworthy idiots and number two: stay at a school? where they expect him to have a curfew? and, what - write essays? follow all their random arbitrary rules? rely on them for food and heat and all that shit? Completely ludicrous.)

It doesn't occur to either of them that the other one isn't going to agree with them. The resulting argument is epic and cruel, both hurling accusations at the other (Ungrateful /controlling are two of the big ones..) and both basically feeling hateful and 100% betrayed. Dee leaves and although they look for him, he’s got a lifetime experience of hiding and they cant find him.

CUT TO - 5 years later. Virgil is a (semi) well adjusted 19 year old junior X-men. He’s still a bit withdrawn, but is very close with Patton and Logan. He’s still holding out hope of finding VII one day and still firmly pretending he’s not listing out for any possible news of Dee (there were rumours some years ago of him joining the brother hood of evil mutants but then it all went quiet) who he, of course, hates for his betrayal. 

BUT THEN - mysterious knocking at the door in the night. Dee, now wearing a hat and cape and calling himself Janus, has returned. And he’s brought with him a little boy with a buzzcut and a tattoo of XXII on his foot.

Janus and Virgil need to put aside their resentment and work together to help XXII, who really does not seem interested in helping them, and hopefully use any clues he can give them about the SSCSL to track down VII. But that's difficult when they’re both still struggling with their own trauma and have no idea how to reconnect - both of them want to ask why do you hate me but are a bit too scared of the answer. ...

This already got way to long so mutant power/ extra back story descriptions under cut!

Patton - 22/27 years old. An extremely powerful telepath/empath. It takes him serious concentration and focus to not hear peoples thoughts and its almost impossible to not feel their feelings. Some people dislike him because of this as they feel he's spying on them. Grew up in the Xavier institute and 100% believes in and is committed to the future where humans and mutants live in harmony. Has pretty limited life experience in the real world. Sometimes floats. (inspired by professor X)

Logan - 21/26 years old. Fires destructive laser beams from his eyes. Was in a car accident when he was younger leaving him with permanent but apparently harmless brain damage - until his mutation developed and he slowly realised that no matter how much he trained he just couldn't control his power. Has to wear specialised eye guards at all times to keep himself from accidentally destroying everything around him. Had big plans to go to university and was angry at his mutation for a long time for getting in the way of that. Eventually enrolled online and is now a very dedicated teacher at the Institute. (inspired by cyclops) 

Janus - 15(?) / 20(?) His primary mutation is  lizard/snake like scales over most of his body, but especially the left side. Has oversized fangs, and yellow eye and a short lizard tail. His secondary mutation makes him immune to almost any sort of mental based mutation (so Logan could still knock him on his ass with his lasers, but Patton cant sense anything form him and Virgil cant whammy him). Spent a lot of his life on his own and got by being sneaky, cunning and charming. Initially took Virgil in because he saw that his powers could be useful for keeping them both safe, but eventually Virgil became his first real friend.

Virgil - 14/19. Shadow manipulation and ‘draining’. Virgil can make himself (and with practice, people he touches) literally disappear into the shadows. He can also direct shadows as powerful energy ‘blasts’, but in order to do so he has to drain any surrounding living things of their energy. When his mutation first developed  he took out half of the school hall where his exam was being held, leaving 15 students in a coma. (inspired by rouge/shadow cat)

VII - 6? / 11? Reality warping/illusion powers. One of the institutes first successful subjects. He was able to escape by changing the wall of his cell into a door. He finds it hard to talk but can project his ideas as lifelike illusions who can talk for him. One of his best is the image a handsome grown up Prince and he will often use this Illusion as an avatar to communicate. When he was 6 he did have some hazy memories of outside the SSCSL and expressed a desire to go home. Current status is unknown. 

XXI - 7.  Illusion powers  (reality warping has been removed from the program by his time as subjects proved too difficult to control). Has no memories of outside the institute and is extremely uncooperative with his new captors/guardians. He does not understand the affection they’re trying to show him and lashes out a lot, often by creating a lot of extremely disturbing and graphic illusions. Bites.