#*chants* i love them i love them i love them i love th--

[lovelywritinglady]

For our little writers' Art Trade...! Gyomei has no idea how much his small Fem!Reader lover enjoys seeing her beloved show his strength like he does during the Training Arc... Honestly, it's a HUGE turn-on to see him move a boulder with ease or stand in the middle of flames while balancing heavy weights over his back... Or see him hugging kitties. Sadly, Reader is weak and can only help train Demon Slayers by feeding them, much like Tengen's wives do. She is kinda motherly and that in return turns Gyomei on SO HARD. Where she is weak, he is strong, and vice versa. Maybe some smut? Maybe they sneak out to take out the NEED they lit in each other? I would be eternally thankful!

I shall do my best!!

Strength and Weakness 

Gyomei Himejima x Fem!reader

In which you and your strong lover cannot contain the burning love for each other even in important times.

Fluff, SMUT, size kink, praise, outside sex, desperation sex, maybe out of character Gyomei.

It’s been nearly four weeks since the training with the Hashiras began. You had been working with your husband, Gyomei, to wip these young demon slayers into shape. However, most of them have yet to show true promise and the few who you think could are still training with the other Hashira. Knowing that the only reason that they are even going through such rigorous training is because of Muzan. The mere thought of Muzan would make anyone here shiver with either anticipation for a fight or pure fear.

Today marked the third day that this batch of young demon slayers were attempting to push the massive boulder that your husband had told them to move. It’s size was impressive to say the least but to your husband it was child’s play. He was strong and was considered the strongest Hashira around.

You could definitely attest to that as through out your relationship with the strong man, you had seen him push boulders nearly five times the one that he’s making these young demon slayers push, and for much longer. He was truly an impressive man and you knew that you had been blessed to have him as yours and only yours. However, it’s had been nearly four weeks since your husband last touched you.

Four weeks since you had felt his strong arms around your body in glorious passion. You were beginning to get antsy and it didn’t help when you saw his strong arms and ripped muscles flex as he pushed boulders or showed how to say his mantra at the waterfall training area. Your body flowed with desire for him and you could tell he felt the same. Seeing him being so soft and kind to the students ignited a fire within you. Not to mention the time he was absentmindedly holding a small black and white kitten while he was giving instructions. It didn’t feel fair but you knew that waiting was the right thing to do as you didn’t want any of the students to see the two of you in such a way.

Just as you were trying to think of anything else the very man in question passed by you pushing a boulder. His face calm as he chanted his mantra. While his muscles were in full display as the veins in his arms were bulging out. God you loved him. God how much you needed him. You were glad In that moment that he couldn’t see as the look you were giving him was simply sinful. Your body felt hot as your pussy ached with the absence of his cock. You needed him, your craved him and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were going to snap. You heard footsteps behind you and turned around to see one of the young demon and quite tired demon slayer students.

“Mrs. Himejima, I’m sorry to ask you this, but when do you think dinner will be ready?” One of the young demon slayers asked you with a strained voice as politely as he could manage.

“In about five minutes, tell the others for me will you?” You responded giving the poor tired boy a sweet smile as you did your best to push down the burning desire you had for your husband.

Meanwhile…

Gyomei had just wrapped up the waterfall demonstration as he noticed some of the young demon slayer students practically sprinting to the area that he knew his sweet wife was in. He decided to go there himself needing to hear your sweet voice after a long days of hearing the complaints of others. He sighed wiping the tears that had recently streamed down his face doing his best to look presentable to you. Soon, he had made it to you as a smile was present on his face.

To him, you were the very definition of perfection. Despite your physical weakness, you were kind. And to him, that was the greatest strength that anyone could have. He admired you for that and your kindness was one of the many reasons that he fell in love with you in the first place. He may not be able to see you but his soul knew that you were his and he was yours. And like you, he was getting very impatient for you. Hearing you day and day out being so sweet to these poor kids and how much you wanted to help him made him incredibly grateful and not to mention horny. He neeed you and he knew you needed him too. Now, he was probably the most patient man out there but when it came to you, it was though all reason and logic left him completely.

The thought of the way your smaller body sucked him in like it was meant to make him take a deep breath. His cock was beginning to grow and he tried his best to rid himself of such impure thoughts but hearing you now speaking so gently, so motherly, make him want to take you into the woods and make you the mother that he knew that you wanted to be. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Honey, would you like some too?” You asked suddenly as Gyomei had realized he was just standing here lost in the sinful thoughts of you.

“Yes my dear, thank you.” He responded after a few moments taking the massive plate of rice balls that you had made shivering slightly at the warm touch of your fingers brushing against his.

“You’re welcome! I made those just for you. I know you’ve been working really hard!” You beamed at him doing your best not to lose control at the mere sight of your husbands tall godlike stature in front of you. His sleeves were pulled up to his elbows as you had full view of his muscular arms still wet from the waterfall as his veins were in full view. You were doing your best but were practically drooling from just his arms. “Fuck.” You breathed out

“What was that, darling?” He asked putting one of his very large hands on your cheek, stroking it softly.

“N-nothing!” You chirped feeling slinky embarrassed for not keeping it together. “I hope you like them!” You quickly added

“I’m sure I will! If they are made by my sweet wife, then I know I’ll love them.” Gyomei spoke as pure adoration was lacing every word.

“Love?” You whispered

“Yes?” He asked bending down as he knew you needed to tell him something that only he needed to hear.

“I need you.” You whimpered finally admitting the thing you’ve needed to for four weeks now. “I know that we need to be professional but I can’t stand it anymore, I need you my husband. I need you. Please.” You added sounding so desperate so needy and who was Gyomei to deny you.

Without so much as a word, he set his plate gently down on a long and grabbed your hand as softly as he could and began walking into the woods a little too quickly. You began stumbling on your feet, barely tripping. Because of this, your husband quick as he could picked you up bridal style and now quicker than before, carried you far into the woods where he was positive that no one would wander. The very last thing he wanted was for someone’s innocent eyes to see what sinful acts he was about do upon his sweet wife.

Soon, he had found a suitable spot and had gently put you down on the soft grass. You hadn’t stopped looking at him the entire time as your mid was swimming with hundreds of scenarios that could happen in this very forest. Pussy was now soaking due to your excitement and impatience. Gyomei knew this as he could feel your wetness as he carried you earlier as his own make a sizable spot on his pants.

Gyomei then kneeled down and hovered over your smaller frame. He then without warning latched himself onto your neck. Kissing it roughly then softly allowing for you to fully grasp the sensation. And grasp you did as your whole body jerked with every kiss and every nip he was giving you. Your moans were loud and it was evident that he was doing well but could tell you needed more.

“Oh god, Gyomei please I need you.” You moaned out solidifying what he already knew.

“I know my love, I know.” He breathed out as he decided to start kissing down your chest more leaving a massive trail of love marks and kisses making your head spin as you grabbed a massive fistful of his spiky hair causing him to loudly grunt. He began sucking the skin on your hip making you buck up in response.

“Please!” You whined out needing more than this.

“Patience darling.” He whispered pressing kisses down your pussy causing your back to arch.

Without warning, he pushed your panties to the side and latched himself on your clit sucking it softly. His tongue began circling it making you moan your husbands name louder. Gyomei then proceeded to insert one of his large fingers into your needy hole and began pumping it in the way he knew you loved.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum soon.” You moaned out pushing his head down against you as you began impinge is face softly.

He hummed in response as he inserted another finger slightly picking up the pace as he began scissoring your hole so that you were ready for him. Gyomei was content in his work as being intimate with you like this made him feel so accomplished. Knowing the he was the one to make you feel this good make his cock ache in his pants even more than it already had. Feeling bold, he decided that it was best to insert one more of his thick fingers.

“Gyomei!” You screeched as your climax had finally reached it peak. Your juices flowing into your husbands mouth as he greedily drank then with pleasure. Your then squeezed his head from the overstimulation you were feeling. You moaned his name over and over again as your vision went blurry and body numb from your orgasm. When he finally finished his meal, he lifted his head and gave you a sweet smile, his face covered in your pleasure.

“You did well, love. Would you like to continue?” He asked making sure you were going to be okay taking him.

“Y-yes. I need you.” You whimpered coming down from your incredible high that only Gyomei could give you.

“Good.” He spoke as his voice suddenly got deeper.

“Would you like me to take care of you?” You asked sitting up slightly as you watched him take off his clothes.

“I just need to feel you as you are. I’m getting rather impatient now my love.” Gyomei said as he suddenly picked you up as he latched his lips hungrily onto your own. You wrapped your arms around his strong neck as your boobs pressed against his hard chest.

Your eyes widen at the ferocity of his kiss. His tongue mixing with yours without warning. A moan escaped from his throat and that very sound sent shivers or pleasure down your spine. His arms gripped your smaller body as one of his hand heals you against him as the other gripped your ass firmly. You were shaking from this needing more.

“Honey..” you whined out.

But as soon as your spoke, your husband took his hand off your ass and desperately undid his pants, freeing his hard and sensitive cock. He the, rather boldly, grabbed your panties and ripped them off of your body like he was picking a flower.

“G-gyomei.” You stuttered shocked at his eagerness.

“Just need you and they were in the way of you.” He grunted and you whimpered my his show of strength. “Are you ready, dear?” He added making sure to take time to make sure you were comfortable.

“Mhmmm.” You moaned out

“Use your words sweet one.” Gyomei calmly asked.

“Yes! Please fuck me!” You cried out desperately feeling more and more desperate the longer this gets drawn out.

“Good girl.” He whispered in your ear as he lined himself with your pussy.

You felt the thick tip of his cock beginning to push in. You were more than ready to take him, wet from your previous orgasm. However, your husband, was not a small man. Meaning his cock was huge and no matter how long you prepared yourself, it would always be a slight challenge to take him. You were a smaller woman after all.

The burning sensation as his cock entered you made you suck on your breath at the pain. You gripped onto his shoulders digging into his skin. He grunted softly feeling how tight your pussy was against him a small smile graced his scarred face as the sensation he was longing for, praying for, was finally here after so long. Soon, after taking his time, his cock filled you up completely making you moan out his name. He stayed still allowing for you to adjust even more.

“Y/n, my darling, I’m going to move now. Is that okay?” He asked you softly as you felt his hands drift down to your ass once again.

“Yes!” I cried out with clear frustration in your voice.

“Good.” Gyomei responded

He then moved his hips slowly making sure that he wasn’t going to hurt you. Hearing your whimpers make him feel slightly crazy but he knew going too fast now would make you not be able to walk the next day. And he certainly didn’t want to embarrass you. However, your next words surprised him.

“Gyomei,dammit, stop being so nice to me and fuck me. I need it.” You cried out almost angry.

And that was the very encouragement he needed. Gyomei then pulled his cock out, only leaving the tip in making you whine in response before snapping his hips hard.

“Oh fuck!” You cried out as tears began pricking your eyes.

Your husband gripped your hips and ass as he began fucking you relentlessly. His pace was quick as his cock was hitting your cervix hard making your eyes roll back. He then began kissing and sucking on the most sensitive part of your neck making you moan loud. Your body was completely and utterly his in this moment as he was fucking you like never before. His grip on your ass would leave bruises and you knew that, not that you minded. Gyomei was grunting loud as he was pounding you in the air. Holding you like you weighed nothing. Using your body to his liking and god you loved it. You let him know how much you loved it scratching his back and moaning his name like a mantra. As you scratched you made sure not to hurt him.

“Harder my love, dig into my flesh!” He yelled out before crashing his lips hungrily onto yours.

And so, you did. You dig as deep and hard as you could as your husband went even faster than before making your mind and body feel like it was floating in ecstasy. The pain you felt before was long gone but you need for your husband grew and grew with each of his powerful thrusts. You began to cry due to overstimulation and the fact that you loved your husband so dearly.

“I-I love you so much.” You blabbered out as your tears poured out from your e/c eyes.

“I love you too, my darling.” Gyomei spoke out as his own tears started to flow as well. It wasn’t uncommon to see him crying but on this occasion it solidified his feelings for you. He was crying because of how much he loved you, how good you felt, and how thankful he was to have a woman like you in his life. And as he was pouring you he makes a silent prayer to God thanking him for you.

His grip on you increased as he felt himself close to cumming. His pace was erratic as the anticipation to his release was overwhelming. Your pussy was so tight, warm, and made perfectly for him. As for you, your own climax was soon as well. He was overwhelming all of your senses as you had already cum. Your body was far more sensitive than it had been in a long time due to waiting so long. You began to shake as you were getting weaker and weaker. However, you knew that even if you let go completely, your husband would hold you up due to his strength.

“Honey, m’gonna cum soon.” You blabbered out looking at his pleasure filled face.

“Me too, my darling, me too. I’m going to cum inside of you. Is that alright?” He asked quickly as his breathing became ragged.

“Y-yes. I want it.” You wined taking your turn to capture his lips with yours as you stuck your tongue in his mouth as your hands found new strength and gripped his hair roughly. His pace quickened as did his breathing. And soon you husband came as he held you closer to him as his dick was inside you fully.

“Oh my y/n, my one, my love.” He moaned out like he was praying a mantra.

You felt his thick cum filling you up like a warm embrace. You felt so full, so warm, so content. And as your husband held you, he brought one of his large hands yo your clit and began rubbing it in small circles, in the way you loved. He used the mixture of his cum and your slick to bring you pleasure. And just like that, you came hard. Your orgasm wracking your body with indescribable pleasure. His cock still stuffed deeply inside you as Gyomei could feel you tightening around him causing him to grunt as he decided to hump you slowly, enjoying the overstimulation that you were giving him.

“My love. Oh god!” You cried out still shaking from your high.

“I love you.” Gyomei whispered in your ear as he brought his left hand up to wipe the sweaty hair off your face as he placed a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too. I’m so glad we did this.” You told him still in his embrace with his cock still inside you.

“Me as well. And as much as I’d love to do this again, we have students to attend too my darling love.” He said hesitantly as he gave you one more forehead kiss.

“Yeah, even if we did have time, I’m not sure my body could handle that again.” You admitted feeling tired. You laid your head on his chest taking deep breaths basking in the after glow of sex.

“Are you tired now?” He asked as he slowly pulled out making you gasp at the empty feeling.

“Yes, very.” You responded doing your best to sad on your own as he put you down. The feeling of his cum running down your legs made you shiver with the memory of recent events.

“Good I know you’ve been more restless recently. So I suggest you nap for awhile. I’ll tell the students.” He suggested as he put his clothes back on, doing his best to look at leafy semi presentable.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.” You yawned taking his arm to balance yourself. “But first I think I need to clean myself first.” You acknowledged feeling a bit gross due to the amount of sweat that was just on your body.

“It’s as though you read my mind, my love.” He spoke with a smile as he hoisted you up again. You were more than accepting of his gesture as your legs were too wobbly to walk properly. “There is a spring near by so we’ll go there and cleanse you, my darling.” He spoke softly sensing you were falling asleep.

“Thank you, my love.” You sleepily replied as you closed your eyes and snuggled into his warm embrace.

Gyomei then took you to that spring and clean you up all while you were too tired to do really anything. Your husband didn’t mind whatsoever as he loved doting and taking care of you. He was a lucky man and he knew that. Once you were all clean, he put your clothes back on your tired body and walked back to camp. As he did some of the students were questioning why you were in his arms and if you were okay. But he simply replied that you needed rest. Soon, he found a nice shady tree and place you under it. The grass was soft enough and this he kissed your lips and said a silent prayer to the gods for you. He then went back to the students and resumed his training to make sure these young demon slayers were ready for the fight with Muzan.

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mini blurbs 2 ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: ngl. some of these are blurb sized blurbs but i was just too lazy to give them their own post 😇

wc: 992

warnings: 18+ MDNI, cum in pants, voyerism(?), dry humping, piv, blowjob

-> dbf!joel who gets invited to the family bbq/pool party only to lose his shit the second he sees you. he ends up (uncharacteristically) being the first person in the pool because there’s no other way to hide how hard he is.

you eventually feel bad, watching him float around the empty pool, and decide to join him.

so he has to touch himself while you’re talking to him. you’re so beautiful in the sunlight, your skin basically glowing. you’re just slightly sweating, letting joel’s imagination conjure up insane scenarios.

to top it all off, you start touching him. you notice his silence along with his sweaty and red face. you assume it’s the heat, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead then his cheek, and commenting on how hot he feels.

his hips repeatedly jerk towards you as he cums into the netting of his shorts. trying to keep his voice steady as he lets you know that he is perfectly fine.

-> dbf!joel who is disgustingly depraved. like he lurks around your room at night, sometimes just standing out in the hall to hear you moving around in there. you catch him spraying your perfume on his shirts on multiple occasions.

you don't technically know what he does with the shirts but you know that when your dad has him in the guest room, he thinks the walls are a lot thicker than they are.

-> finally convincing joel to send you a full body video of him cumming and he shocks you to your core when it’s just a video of him sitting back, full body in frame, his thick hairy thighs and huge arms grabbing your attention instantly. he’s looking directly at the camera as his cock bobs between his thighs, twitching and leaking everywhere for the camera before tensing up and spurting across his chest. joel’s head flies backwards as a deep groan rattles from his chest as he paints it white. he comes down with slow chants of “oh baby-” and "fuck, sweetheart." before going silent, just huffing into the air.

when he looks back down at the camera you can see a blush over his cheeks as he reaches for it. you can tell he's looking at himself not the camera when he gives you a “hope that was alright.” and a soft, timid smile before it ends

you respond with “come over right now.”

-> trying to give joel a blowjob for the first time. he's basically bouncing in his seat as you get on your knees. you take your time unzipping his pants, smiling at the way he moans at everything you do. his breathing picks up once you reach for the band of his breifs, his hands coming to the side of his chair, gripping so hard that his knuckles almost turn white. you take a moment to take in his state, all disheveled despite the fact that you've done nothing but undress him.

he rewards you with a desperate, breathy "i'll do anything".

his hips are fucking into the air as he keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling. you concede, wrapping your hand around his dick and shocking a moan out of him. you finally lean forward to place your lips on his tip, licking at his slit softly, relishing in his salty taste. he sucks in a sharp breath and never exhales.

you pull off of him to giggle at his reaction, maybe lick up his shaft. but the second you come off, his hips pump into the air, humping his dick against your cheek before cumming all over your face.

he groans like he got kicked in the chest, completely out of breath and so gravelly you know his voice will be scratchy afterward.

“mmm fuck. m’sorry. m’ so so sorry, love. s- so good.”

-> joel who wraps his arms around you so tightly that they shake when he cums. no matter what position. he’ll either rearrange the both of you so he can wrap you up or he’ll figure out a way in the position you’re in.

if he’s fucking you in doggy then he’ll lean down and wrap one arm around you. to make up for the missing arm, he’ll rant about how much he loves you in your ear.

his favorite position to have you in is spooning. first, because it's convenient. second, because he can wrap both his arms around you and pull you against his body as tightly as he wants.

sometimes he'll lock you in place and flip onto his back, planting his heels into the bed before beginning his relentless pace into your crying cunt.

-> in a van for a supply run with joel, tommy, maria and some other unknown characters. maria and tommy are upfront with the goons taking up the middle seats. you had to beg joel for this but you guys are in a cuddling position. joel sitting with his back to window, one leg straight and the other planted on the floor. you're sitting between his legs, leaning back against him but sitting straight enough to just turn your head if you want to kiss him.

but the road is more worn down than either of you expected. you try to act like you haven't only been focused on the hot bulge digging into your back every time the van bumps over a rock but once you feel the hot mass begin to harden and expand, you realize you're not the only one struggling with those thoughts.

with some more begging, a lot of neck kisses, gentle caressing, and soft, desperate words to joel. you're now in the same position but bent at the waist, giving him perfect access to your perky ass.

he's having way more fun than he'd care to admit but you can feel it. he was cautious at first, stopping anytime someone said something he thought might draw attention to the back, or even when the van got too silent. but know he's going at you. he's bringing your hips back directly on his cock like he's fucking you.

and he has no problem draping himself over your back to lean in your ear so you can hear him cumming in his pants for you

[starberry-cupcake]

Here I am again, hoping this silly recap brightens your day a little bit, I'm giving you a gentle hug and a mug of your favorite warm beverage ☕

previously, in harrowcita del 9:

this happened

I somehow predicted @lady-harrowhark's tshirt in the one before that also, it was very funny, in case you missed it

CHAPTER 48

we're doing just one chapter again because this one was Eventful, fam

last we knew, abby pent was trying to lorraine warren the ghost out of harrowcita's bubble

my running theory was that the ghost was commander wake aka allegedly gideon's mom (none of that is in any way confirmed yet)

and ortus was about to say something

I said it might be poetry and, guess what?

I WAS RIGHT

you go, ortus, you recite that poetry

abby apparently takes that as a cue to do something and thinks ortus has too much faith in her

but ortus trusts her, there's a lot of polycule moments in this one

the sleeper/waker/slasher allegedly gideon's mom unconfirmed absolutely does not give a fuck about any of this, she's slaying them all with her "baggy orange suit and gun collection"

I need the suit to look like this so bad

harrow starts making constructs but killer bae starts turning them into ash in seconds

I mean, I know we need harrow to live and this woman is not supporting that idea but damn, she looks cool af

if you fought the emperor at any given point, amanda (I'm calling her amanda for now, I'll elaborate later) how did you lose?????

ortus is harmed, so harrow has to continue with the recitation in his place

so harrow continues to recite the nonius poetry, while abby chants in the background and everyone else waits while bleeding

it's a very involved artistic performance that we've got going on over here in canaan au river bubble

sleeper/waker/slasher/alleged commander wake alleged gideon's mom aka amanda (according to me) shoots harrowcita

but then abby is lifted in blue flames and seems to be holding an invisible book and everything gets all vib-ey

these are the exact vibes I'm picturing

(not because I have a print of that in my room)

so harrowcita is saved from getting shot in the head by a man with the Ninth uniform and a very stellar use of the blade

AND YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE WHO IT IS

IT'S ORTUS'S BLORBO FROM HIS SHOWS!!!!!!!!

matthias nonius is a short king who is surprised to be speaking in meter but is very happy to be here to defend the Reverend Daughter and fight like an expert killing machine

WHERE WAS ALL THIS FIGHTING POWER WHEN IT CAME TO KILLING THE EMPEROR

but not only is matthias nonius 10/10 at fighting (as advertised), the shrine ortus has in his head for him is helping to even the playing field with the waker/sleeper/alleged commander

she can't shoot anymore

"I killed wizard's filth like you all my life. I killed them with guns, and bombs, and knives, and gas, and when I didn't have any of those I just got in real close and put my thumbs through their fucking eyes. You can flick that little skewer around all you like, boy. I'll choke you with it"

SHE'S INTENSE, we can be certain that the Harrow Only Notes were hers

"I certainly hope you're a fighter. God knows you're not a debater"

you guys I'm a certified mati nonius fan right now

ortus is drawing little hearts in his poetry book and writing Ortus Nonius in it

"If all of her cavaliers were this excited for death, she was definitely the problem"

they just love you too much, harrowcita

so mati nonius and waker/sleeper/alleged commander have the most intense and entertaining fight ever

because lyctor fights are weak and boring

but this, this is cinema

harrow thinks that, if gideon had been there, she would have loved the fight but also she'd be terrible at running commentary of it

I disagree, gideon's running commentary is one of the things that keep us together as a society

"In life she must have had few, if any, equals. Her people—whoever they had been—must have cherished her as their finest champion."

gideon got some great fighting genes from all around, if my theories prove right

I mean, if her people are the people I'm thinking, they still have posters of her, so she must have been a big deal before she crashed in the ninth

SAD SHE DIDN'T KILL DR REVEREND EMPEROR JOHN THOUGH

BUT THERE'S STILL TIME FOR THAT

LIKE AN HOUR

harrow says mati nonius is "a poem" which is very nice of her to say

you go, short king

there's a lot of blood happening, also, which could be encouraging, since before this, the waker/sleeper/alleged commander wasn't bleeding at all

the room changes to become a ninth chamber and alleged commander changes clothes from the star trek orange suit to a different yet still orange getup and a golden mask

ortus's shrine in his head built for mati nonius is rewriting the possession

because nothing can pull you from the depths of despair as fast as your favorite blorbo

"My master in life was revenge, my mission is one of—Goddamn it, I'm not going to start talking like this"

more points for the gideon's mom theory

protozoa and ortus are now communicating telepathically, they are starting to put aside their rivalry and finding out they have a lot in common

enemies to friends to lovers speedrun

mati nonius loses his sword and goes feral

protozoa throws his cunty seventh rapier towards him, mati nonius catches it and ends the waker/sleeper/alleged commander

it all looked incredibly cool

once the enemy is partially defeated (let's remember she's supposedly tethered to an object that I think is gideon's sword), the body horror starts falling from the walls

it's described as "sausages flung from a height" which is...quite the thing

like, I get what that sounds like, but also, maybe I didn't wanna know

harrow looks at the face of the waker/sleeper/alleged commander and says it's the woman from the poster of the shuttle

YASSSS GETTING CLOSER TO MY THEORY

like, I still don't know if the woman from the poster is commander wake or if she is indeed gideon's mom, but I'm going all in on this theory

now we have a little intermission in which everyone is waxing poetic about everyone else

this is the canaan house we always wanted to see

protozoa is giving heart eyes to mati nonius, mati is giving respects to harrow, ortus is saying he wants to write a poem about abby, magnus is telling ortus not to flirt with his wife as a joke but ortus looks mortified

and abby says ortus did most of the job but she also points out she corrected some of his spelling

which might have been the biggest mistake in magnus's and abby's lives because they just destroyed their polycule

you can't treat the ninth like that, fifth, they take it personally

but ortus is vindicated because his oshi, his favorite blorbo, his biggest hero, tells him nice things

harrowcita goes to check on the ghost corpse of the waker/sleeper/alleged commander and finds some tags

one of which says AWAKE

I THINK THAT'S MAYBE A. WAKE

AS IN COMMANDER WAKE

and I'm naming her amanda, as previously established

it would go well with the ancient tumblr meme

the prophecy

sure hope this isn't the famous alecto everyone keeps mentioning because it'd ruin my prophecy

abby tells harrow the only way to get rid of her for good is to destroy the object to which she's tethered to

which I suspect might be gideon's sword, so fuck all this

we're meant to lose gideon and her sword??? absolutely not

let the woman kill the emperor instead

ALSO

surprise! mati nonius is besties with gideon the first

now, for someone who was sold out to be super serious and not an extrovert, gideon the first knows EVERYONE

he knows mati nonius, he probably also knows, to some degree of intimacy yet undetermined, the commander, he might be somewhat related to our gideon

the man is everywhere

basically, mati nonius and gideon the first had the same speedrun friendship that gideon had with camilla

they fought each other once and one of them thought "you're friend-shaped :) "

so, mati nonius is willing to go help gideon the first with the beast

because, as we have previously seen, no other lyctor is currently doing what they were supposed to

so, ortus says he'll go with mati to help gideon the first

abby and magnus want him to go with them to be forever happy in their polycule, but it's too late

abby has insulted his spelling and magnus has made him feel uncomfy with his joke about the flirting

HOWEVER protozoa has told him he actually likes him AND has quoted poetry HE WROTE HIMSELF

enemies to friends to lovers to soulmates

martita, who was there the whole time, ties her sword to her broken hand and says she'll go with them

martita is actually cool for a second house person

judith, you didn't deserve her

NOW THERE'S A PROBLEM

A BIG ONE

if harrow doesn't go back to her body, she'll get lost and lose her mind in the river

if she does, though, she's gonna kill gideon for good

harrowcita has a crisis and a breakdown

(and also stops for just a second to remember gideon rolling up her sleeves)

magnus compares the situation to a breakup he had with abby one time, which I don't think really encompasses the gravity of this situation, but ok magnus, it sure is similar

I mean, the breaking up part maybe but the level of gravity of the situation? idk man

I'm sure breaking up with abby felt this dramatic to you but...it's a little different

abby and magnus leave, telling harrowcita that jeanne said to tell gideon "hi" if harrow sees her first

which is super cute of the kid tbh

so, that leaves us with real!dulcinea

who is still here because

1) much like her lyctor counterpart, is very resistant to dying for good

2) she's determined to get vanished into nothingness and disappear into the very essence of existence, which I think sounds pretty cool

"The Seventh says nothingness is the only truly beautiful thing anyway, so nyah"

3) also: "Actually, I've got something to tell you"

I SURE HOPE IT IS A WAY TO SAVE BOTH GIDEON'S AND HARROW'S LIVES

FINGERS CROSSED

and that's it for this chapter!!!! next time, I'm expecting more gideon and yandere twin antics!!!

[ryomens-vixen]

SUKUNA FLUFF! + HEADCANONS

Summary: It's more like we're "comforting" him.

Mentions: Sukuna being vulgar as usual, unwanted child, pregnancy, SA, 🤏 NSFW, Angst? idk what else. Good luck.

Word count: Ion fuckin know sis, reblog & ❤ please.

Lord Ryomen doesn't usually talk about his personal life as it was never important to him at all. Who were you, a mere concubine, a toy to him, to question him about anything regarding his life before this temple, before these servants, before he was given the name "King Of Curses".

One day you were leaving his room as you did almost every night after an the usual escapade of skin slapping, animalistic groans, moaning that could've been mistaken for ritualistic chanting. You were his favorite after all, but you couldn't help over hearing some of the head servants discussing the childhood of the four armed man you had just laid with.

"Do you think Master Ryomen... May have fallen for that one concubine he sends for almost more than he does the others?"

"You bet mind your tone, unless you want to be dismantled like the rest, we done want urame telling the Lord now do we..."

"I.. I deeply apologize, but doesn't it-"

"Absolutely, not! Master Ryomen is incapable of loving someone. If you can even consider favoritism as some form of love, then fine. But in love? Preposterous- Master Ryomen wasn't ever loved as a baby not by his mother or father. So what on earth makes you think he could love anyone?"

"Ah.. I suppose you have a point..."

"Of course I do, besides, THAT concubine is an odd one it wouldn't be long till he's tired of her and casts her aside like his other old toys. If you think about Master Ryomen is like a man child of some sorts, we take care of him, bring him new toys all for him to break them when he gets bored, then we're stuck cleaning up the mess..."

Just listening to the way his own servants speak amongst themselves about the man they serve made your heart absolutely ache. If he truly was never graced with the loving touch of a mother and father, then that must explain a lot of his behaviors. Were you truly his favorite? If that were true then it is an honor to be favorited by such a powerful entity, but it didn't make your heart pity and ache for him any less.

Every since you were brought to his temple as an offering from the village you had grown up in- All the stories that had been told about the king of curses ravaging, Pillaging, completely massacring villages, towns, anyone, and anybody in his path. Sacrifices of children, women and any alike were made to please him and keep him at bay.. Everyone feared him, but you.

The village you grew up in...a village full of men, where had all the women gone you always wondered, but that could only be answered by one thing.. They were sacrificed as well. Ryomen was your salvation in the hell hole that was this village..all they did was use you for the most dirtiest, filthiest, most deranged desires it was far worse than anything Ryomen could ever put you through.

Being a Toy for him for the best thing life could have ever offered to you, many think that this would be something unfortunate, but you.. You loved every bit of it just was much as you had come to love The King of curses himself. Always gentle with him even though he is always very rough with his playthings, showering him with the utmost respect, affection, and adoration. This all left Sukuna quite...perplexed. Why we're you not begging for your life? Why did you not put of a fight with him while being balls deep in your tight core? Why were you always so happy to see him? So kind? So caring? To be honest it made him needy in a way- just like tonight when he kick you out of his chambers.. He didn't actually want you to leave, but was too stubborn to say so. He wanted you by his side at all times and even caught himself fantasizing about massacring the other concubines so that he may have only you to himself.

Sukuna found himself feeling rather the disgusted when the other would dote onto him or throw themselves at him in a sorry attempt of gaining his "affection."

While he laid in bed poundering deep into thought about the current events, about the tightness in his chest he got every time you came into thought. It was all interrupted by his chamber doors bursting opening as he sat up in bed completely ok guard his intense gaze met your watery eyes.

"Women, I thought I told you to-"

"Lord Ryomen! Please hear me even if it's only for a second, I-"

"Oh? You choose now to beg for your precious life? Well, go on amuse me why don't you."

"Lord Ryomen... I- I love you! And not as a means of trying to gain your affection. I know you may not truly grasp the concept of...my feelings for you, but they are true. At least to me- "

The sound of your confession was nearly drowned out by the rapid beating of his heart, his chest only became tighter after hear those three words- it disgusted him. To know he was loved? No no that's not it- to know that deep down even though it confused him, caused him great uneasiness, worry even- it angered him to no end on the inside.. Why? Why did he feel this? He was no longer human and yet- Ryomen's heart it still beat? It still felt? It was the cause of these unwanted feelings, this need to be more gentle, this want to utter those three words that it impossible for him to not gag at the thought of them falling from his lips. Oh how he just wanted to rip his own heart out and dispose of it, but what would be the point? Would he still long for her gentle touch? To hear her call out his name as the two made "Love" to one another? To see that heart warming smile she wore every time he called for her?

"I know I'm just a peasant.. A toy for your entertainment, but Lord Ryomen I swear to you my feelings for you are true. I do not fear your touch, your power, or your presence in the slightest for I have been through worse... More than anyone can imagine. So until the day you are bored of me- I want you to know that you are more than just The King Of Curses, to me..you are my salvation, my home. You deserve to be respected because of how powerful you are- not out fear.. My Lord this is your playground and we are merely the pests that reside in it."

After some time, the only thing that could be heard was the silence between the two. Having stared at him to long- your hands clasped together, head bowing staring directly at your feet. Ryomen did not utter a single word or demand your way.. Just a long drawn out stare- hell if you were still looking you would be able to see the unreadable expression smeared across his face, but all you could do was stand there in a bow only to then heard the shuffling of his bed sheets to his feet gracing the floor as he stood up out of bed.

For a moment the thought of your life being over was the last thing to cross your mind out of any other thoughts until he finally spoke sounding as amused as ever.

"Hmm, did you rehearsal that? Y'know I'm not to fond of plays, but my, my, did a shitty little pest such as yourself put on quite the show for me? It what I would say if I were any amused-"

Did you mess up? He spoke in a more annoyed tone this time- maybe.. Maybe he's pulling your leg. Or maybe...

"Say it again-"

What? Was your first thought.

"That.. I am just a peasant-"

"No, no you incompetent pile of flesh- your affection. Say. It. Again."

"I- I love you, Lord Ryomen even if you are incapable of harboring those feelings yours i-"

That was it, all the fuel he needed to aggressively take you into his four arms, his lips crashing directly into yours, it was sloppy, but full of passionate. He squeezed your body so tightly it began to hurt even, but anything, anything to stop his heart from beating the way it did for you, and yet it only beats faster. Ryomen's entire life as he knew it changed so drastically that night, going from an unwanted child...to someone who was loved to deeply by one person. It not that he cared for it being feared by all was the best feeling imaginable for him it was better than being loved, but by you? It meant so much more he couldn't even begin to grasp it, but he knew that eventually that would be no way of hiding the way he felt much longer. He NEEDED you, he CRAVED you, if he could you could be the air that he breathes, but his pride and ego was far to big for that.

"Say it again-"

He held you down by your wrists and waist, his grip was so tight that you could almost feel yourself bruising like a fruit. Yet when you look up at him the expression he held was quite soft versus the threatening tone of his demand.

"I.. Love you, Lord Ryomen."

"Again!"

"I love you!"

"...Again"

"I love you... Ryomen Sukuna."

You feel the grip he had on your wrists letting up enough for there to be some wiggle room. His face became quite deadpanned the more he demanded you to say it "Again." Placing both your hands gently upon his cheeks giving them a repeated caress with your thumbs.

"My Lord, I love you."

"Again.. Y/N"

"I Love you."

"...."

"I love you."

"...."

"Ryomen..I love you."

He breath hitched, something about his eyes bothered him, they burned as he stared at his beloved concubine.

"What... What the hell are you some kind of witch? A damned sorcerer? W-what the hell are you doing to me-"

"I've done nothing, but love you my Lord, I could never dream of harming someone as- My- My Lord are you...?"

"Shut up, wench! You know you are at my mercy? I could tear you limb, from limb."

"Then I'll accept my fate, I love you..."

Oh your fate was sealed alright, in an unexpected turn of events.

[Now for some Dad!Kuna shall we?]

Dad!Kuna who was quite opposed to having a child of his own, but later convinced himself that it'd be best to have an heir to terrorize the world whenever he left this world.

Dad!Kuna who secretly hoped for you to birth him a son as he wasn't to find of the thought of having a daughter...or so he thought.

Dad!Kuna who desperately wanted to hold you in his strong arms thinking it would ease the pain from the labor you were going into. The sound of your pained screams did not sit well with him at all, this new feeling of... Anxiety washed over him as he waited upon his throne of bones.

Dad!Kuna who perked up at the shriek like cries of his new born baby, as much as he wished to dash into the room to see his new born child, he was overcome by his pride and worn an uninterested face to keep his reputation intact.

Dad!Kuna who looked even more disinterested when told that he has a beautiful healthy daughter, a damn daughter, how is a women suppose to rule? Terrorize? Be feared? He thought. Great- just great- this is now at all what he wanted.

Dad!Kuna who never once held his daughter, let alone taken care of her. But glanced at her a few times. One time he had followed you in the child's bedroom as she began to cry at dead of night- when he took a long look at his daughter, she looked like a combination of the both of you..beautiful. He huffed, and went back to his chambers only to be greeted by you and his weeping daughter who you just couldn't seem to get back to sleep.

"Ryomen do you mind holding our little Angel while I go fetch her blankie?"

"Ugh..." He grumbled allowing you to place "angel" on his chest as you rushed to find her blankie. Sukuna had a pout across his face as he watch Angel go from weeping and squirming around on his chest like some sort of worm to a little soft whimper as she began to calm down. Maybe it was the sound of his beating heart that soothed his fussy daughter or maybe it was the comfort of his intense presence. As long as she was done crying then he'd allow it, placing a hand on her small back almost as if he were guarding her from God knows what. Sukuna stared at his daughter in contentment.

Secretly, you stood off to the side of your doorway as you had already started to pick up on Sukuna being the source of your daughter's comfort. Even though he seemed to have no interest in her, your Angel seemed to be quite connected to her father, it was quite cute to witness.

Dad!Kuna who would dread the days where you would leave him with the baby to take care of outside business away from the temple, and as much as he would like to turn his daughter's care over to his servants, he just couldn't stand the thought of you leaving alone.

Dad!Kuna who would rest atop of his throne only to be startled by the shrieking of his "Angel", but this cry wasn't like the others, it sounded like nails against a chalkboard it made him want to tear out of own his as he angrily made his way to the bedroom she was left in. She's just a baby, she doesn't know any better, she'll grow onto you. These words Sukuna tried to keep in mind as you have said them time and time again as he scooped her up into his four arms trying to gently bounce her how he saw you do once or twice.

"Shut up-"

"I said Stop your excessive whaling!"

There was a brief moment of silence after he yelled at her, those wet, big, beady eyes staring back at him, then the crying started up again, but much much louder sending Sukuna in a slight panic as he just couldn't think of what to do except lay down with her on his chest.

"Shhh.. Shhh.. I- ugh I'm here, stop fucking crying already."

"Daddy's here.."

Dad!Kuna who fell asleep guarding his little angel on his, waking up a few times whenever she would wriggle, or kick her little feet, or grab at him chest.

Dad!Kuna who would barely allow you or anyone to hold her unless she needed to be changed or fed, he just felt this animalistic urge to protect his little baby girl from anything and everything.

Dad!Kuna would praise her for every little achievement, a big burp, pissing on a servant, learning how to crawl. Sometimes he would place her on the floor and watch as she would crawl after him frantically, sukuna found this so amusing in the cutest way possible even her little frustrated baby noises were cute to him.

Dad!Kuna who would sometimes let her play with his stomach mouth.

Dad!Kuna would laugh maniacally at her attempts of mimicking his intimidating growls and bellowing whenever he was annoyed or displeased.

Dad!Kuna who hated hearing his little girl cry for him each time he left the temple to do what? Cause mayhem? Her little "Dada!" Would absolutely tug at his heart. Her screams for him as he pushed on made him want to turn back and just hold her in his arms.

Dad!Kuna who would encourage her to walk on her own and to not cry when she fails because she is strong like her father.

Dad!Kuna who would one day insist- no no demand that you give him another for no other reason than "continuing his bloodline" when really he wanted another child because he was absolutely in love with the first one that he need to have a second as he was getting a handle on this whole Fatherhood thing.

Dad!Kuna would tell his daughter stories of his reign of terror as if she could even remotely understand a word that came out if his mouth.

[arminsumi]

virgin armin and virgin reader first time + soft dom min

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

Armin x AFAB!gn!reader

Warnings; 🔞 MDNI, SMUT

Note; h-hope this is satisfactory 👀🥵

He's so nervous he's shaking. You can feel how hot his skin is; he's completely flushed. His cheeks are red, his ears are red; his whole body feels eager for you.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to be your first?" he asks genuinely. "If you've changed your mind..."

He hesitates, resting his dripping cockhead on your little hole.

"Yes — god, yes, please, Armin. I want you." you reassure him.

Your bedroom eyes have his mind in a wild, lustful daze.

He audibly swallows as his tip nudges against your plush folds, parting them.

You keep your legs spread invitingly for him, and he keeps a timid hand on your abdomen.

Just feeling the warmth and wetness of your entrance sent him into a trance. He can't believe this is how it feels. Yes, he expected sex to feel good, but this insanely good?

"Oh my god, you're sucking me in..." he gritted his teeth.

You ball up two fistfuls of bedsheets.

"You're th-thick..."

His baby blue eyes flick up at your face. "Too thick?" he asks.

"No... just right. You feel good." you say, then hiss when you feel him press deeper inside.

He's so eager after feeling the first sensation of your pussy wrapping around his cock that he subconsciously pushes more of himself in.

"Really? I feel good?" he asks. He just wants to hear you say it again.

"Yeah, 'Min, you feel really good." you squeak in reply. His chest feels fluttery.

His brows tense together as he sinks his heavy cock deeper inside. And when he bottoms out? He lets out the most erotic groan, it sounds downright pornographic.

"Armin..." you sigh as he starts slowly pumping his cock in and out of you.

"Goddd, I can't believe I'm your first." he moans, "I've wanted this for so long."

His eyes rolled back as he rolled his hips into you. Each time his sensitive cock hits a delicate stroke, he whimpers shakily.

But even though he's a whimpering mess, melting from the pleasure of your little hole milking his cock, he keeps a dominant grip on your wrists and pins them above your head. "I love seeing you underneath me like this."

When he accidentally hits a spot inside your gummy walls that makes you arch your back, he feels so proud of himself. So he does it again, and again and again, just to stir you up.

His blue eyes watch intently as you came undone from each stroke.

"Faster." you sighed under your breath, feeling lust take over your whole body with each of his thrusts.

"Faster?" he asked. " 'you gonna cum?"

You nodded frantically, "Yeahhh, I th-think so."

His hips smack against your hips harder and harder, until he reaches a pace that makes you cry out like a cat.

Armin was so good despite never having done this before. The only practice he's had in the past was fucking a pillow.

"God, I'm gonna cum too, 'you're gonna make me cum." he groans.

His mind goes to mush when he cums. Your name falls off of his lips like a chant.

That soft chest presses flat against yours, the feeling of your shaking orgasm makes him feel fluttery. He was so worried about not being able to make you cum.

But there you were, creaming and gushing all over his cock, letting him take your virginity.

[eureka-its-zico]

Kiss Me and My Bones Turn to Ash

Synopsis: You get introduced to Mito in the worst way possible.

A/N: I love AU’s like this. This was a long time coming, but finely, this WIP is seeing the light of day after some long months. I tried to make it 5k words or less, but apparently, 7.3k is the smallest I can do. I hope DPR fans (and even nonfans) enjoy this little one-shot of mine. As always, much love, Jenn 

Pairing: DPR IAN x Reader

Genre: Demon!Mito, Demon AU, 

Word count: 7368

Warnings: dark themes, sacrificial themes, light BDSM, smut, blood, light gore mentioned, there is some dirty shit in here y’all. Mentions of drug-use

Your throat was raw and your skin ached. 

Raw from screaming and attempting to struggle out of the many hands that gripped your arms and legs. Your one last shot at freedom echoing between cypress trees and an endless midnight sky. Multiple hands stripped away every last shred of dignity from your body until there was nothing left but tears that flowed freely down makeup smeared cheeks down to naked skin. 

You were defenseless as these intrusive hands came by the dozens - yanking and pulling you down dirt paths deeper inside the forest. 

It didn’t matter how your voice rose in a crescendo of despair; the fear worming its way deeper inside your gut. The small hope you’d held onto that someone - anyone - would save you died the minute your bloodied back met cool stone. 

You continued to give them a fight as they spread you like a star across the midnight stone of their altar. You wouldn’t make it easy for them. While they treated you like something disposable, you knew your life meant something to you with all the moments you’d never see flashing wildly behind frantic eyes. 

It wasn’t until the ropes cut painfully deep into the skin of your ankles and wrists that you felt the last grain of hope die in your chest. The prayers to whoever was listening, cracking one last time and washing out to silence as a wolf howled somewhere off in the distance. 

No one was listening to the sounds of your prayers - or so you thought. It wasn’t until later you’d learned he’d been walking beside you, as they dragged you through dirt and rocks that cut into your skin. He watched and listened as you thrashed and cursed them with your own hatred bubbling molten hot beneath muscles and bone.

He watched and waited for the perfect time to peel free from the shadows and find his new home inside you. 

Cloaked men came together to form a tight circle around the altar. Their arms raised up along with their voices in a deep chant that you swore made even the branches on the trees tremble. Was it Latin? Aramaic? The only ones who knew were the voices of the men and whatever god they were praying to. 

You were trying to catch a glimpse around the edge of the hood of someone’s clock - was that Devin from microbiology? - when a knife started to carve shallow lines across your stomach. 

A fresh wave of screams rose from your throat. The sound was lost inside the ominous chanting of men with hidden faces and the night. You knew your thrashing was pointless. You weren’t miraculously going to develop superhuman powers and Hulk your way free from your restraints. 

So, with each descending cut down your abdomen you snarled, “Fuck you!” In their direction. Your fear was bleeding away into something carnal - something worthy of savagery. No longer did you want them to see you weeping for a God to save you. If you were dying, it would be with defiance in your eyes and skin in your teeth. 

Another seething retort was flaring to life on your tongue when you noticed him, and that was when your world completely shifted. 

You had to be hallucinating him. A sadistic trick of your own mind to find comfort in…what? He didn’t seem real. He couldn’t be. But there he was. Over the shoulders of these hooded men, at the backdrop of the forest, he paced around them. His eyes pitiless and empty except for what looked like a blue spark of flame. His thumb traced the bottom of a pouty lower lip with the top of his Cupid bow curling into something sinister. You were watching him - you’d seen him and for some reason it brought him joy. He seemed amused, whoever he was, and that amusement sent that blue spark into a flame that lit up the entire iris of his eyes. 

He was handsome. The kind of handsome Roman sculptors looked for as a muse when carving into marble. You were willing to bet that there were dozens of odes and poems written just about him. Dark long hair framed his features and somehow made the pout of his lips more exaggerated. The edges touched the collar of his black trench coat that framed wide shoulders. Shoulders that spoke volumes of muscles that rippled with power and seduction: that left thousands begging for forgiveness for following any that wasn’t him. His jawline was razor sharp and the bones of his cheeks raised high. A part of you wanted to call him Apollo, but deep down you knew if he was a God he could only have one name. 

Hades. 

The chanting came to an end and with it the carving. You didn’t want to turn away from him - your lord of the underworld - but your curiosity took hold. You wanted to see what these bastards had done. 

You didn’t yell or scream when you saw the drizzles of blood that ran like heavy syrup down your sides. The crudely cut shape of a pentagram carved into the soft flesh of your abdomen. 

He could’ve done better. 

It felt fucked up to think that way but you were all out of tears and if you were going to die you at least wanted it to look better than resembling a carved-up Christmas ham. The enter situation began fucked up from the minute you woke up inside a cell and only worsened with each passing hour. If only you hadn’t accepted that stupid invitation maybe then you’d be home in your room eating discounted Oreos and on to your next Netflix binge. 

The regret built thick and thicker on your tongue until it made it impossible to swallow past the growing rage. Or maybe your throat was just raw from all the unanswered pleading you’d done - you were done crying. If you were going to die you refused to let it happen with fresh tears in your eyes. 

You took in a heavy breath and let yourself grow rigid -  hard and hollow - ready to curse them and show them your defiance. It didn’t matter if it was a pitiful last attempt at acting like you had any semblance of control. You weren’t going down begging. 

“Fuck-“

You. That’s how it should’ve finished. 

Instead, one of the hooded assholes - Jisoon from economics, it looked like - let out a gasp. If you were under better circumstances, you would’ve made fun of him. 

“It’s you! Oh, my lord!”

His body collapsed down to his knees. His arms out in front of him in what he must have thought resembled reverence. In actuality, he looked more like he was afraid. 

Groups of hooded heads turned to see what made their brother fall to his knees. Your own head included. You weren’t entirely sure why you needed to look. You knew he was there. 

You’d felt him long before your eyes ever gazed upon him.

He manifested from darkness. The shadows cast down by the moonlight from trees, bushes, and rock slithered to create his form and once he was made he stepped out into the clearing. The second the group of eyes fell on his darkened figure they followed down on their knees. Their faces buried in the dirt where their praises fell from their lips to the soil. 

“What are you praising? The dirt? Fuckin’ idiots,” you snarled. 

If you’re going to worship something - someone - you look it in the eyes. Let them feel your devotion like a plague. 

One of them looked at you then. His hatred was evident on his face. If he could, you were sure he would’ve spit on you. If you could, you would’ve strangled him with the rope he left you to die in. 

“Dark lord - foul one - we bring you the offering that you have desired.” 

Besides the long dark coat he wore underneath was a graphic shirt that reminded you of a Rorschach painting. Black designs flooded the white material until it took on different shapes. It was tucked inside black denim that hugged his thighs and dove inside black combat boots. 

If he really was a demon he was not only the most ridiculously good-looking one out there, but self-consciously stylish. 

Your head dropped back against the stone. Your wrists and ankles are still tightly spread and trapped by the ropes that hold you bound in place. You want to keep looking at him. The desire to look at him was overwhelming, but your body was too weak to fight the exhaustion of holding yourself up. 

He walked calmly into the circle they created with you at the center. His eyes took you in and you swore you could feel the trail they took along your body. You felt a need so violent suddenly flash under your skin your wrists jerked against the rope. A whimper of urgency to plead with him to touch you almost escaped your lips, but you caught it and swallowed it back down. 

A sexy smirk played across his lips. As if the son of a bitch knew what he almost made you do in a sacrificial circle with you as the main star. 

Fresh anger brewed in your stomach and you were ready to spit it out at his feet when you blinked and he was just there. His hand clasped tight to your cheeks in warning as his obsidian eyes of flame met yours. 

“I wouldn’t do that, little lamb.” 

You would have told him to shove it if he wasn’t holding on to your face so painfully tight.  

“Is this all you brought me?”

Well, that was fucking rude. 

“Lord Mito- “

One of the hooded assholes from earlier began to rise from his knees. This guy makes himself the preverbal leader of this merry band of idiots. He was on his way up from a one-knee position when Mito stopped him. His only other free hand halted him in place. 

At first, you thought it was nothing more than a gesture. He was staying still because his master instructed him to do so. It didn’t hit you that it could’ve been something else until you noticed his pale complexion begin to darken to crimson. The other hooded assholes now looking around in uncertainty and - something you truly enjoyed - fear. 

“You come to me - like your parents - to make deals for your Ivy League tuitions with riches and recognition and you come bearing fruit from only one tree. You ungrateful roaches.” 

With each word he spoke the boys began to writhe on the ground. Their identities exposed to you the way they’d exposed you to their treachery - naked and alone - to a demon for slaughter just so they wouldn’t need to try hard at life. Some of them you’d thought were your friends. 

“We have more! We can get you more!”

“There are tons of these drunk bitches back at the house.”

More drugged women they meant. More women like you who were dumb enough to take their betrayal as friendship. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted revenge. It stoked the dying fire of rage that was left in your gut and made it new. 

For a moment, you blinked, and your entire world evaporated into darkness. A part of you screamed as you tore your face free from his hands to stay put - to be a good girl. 

What had being a good girl ever got you but sacrificing yourself until you end up on some fucked up altar in the woods. 

You were surprised when Mito didn’t turn his grip tighter to hold you in place. He didn’t try to keep you in place and was willing to let you go. Your defiant eyes staring up into his that flashed with mirth. 

“I have a better offer for you.”

Your voice was hoarse. Hours of begging for your life will do that to you. Now it felt like its own premonition. Maybe to begin again all of what held you back needed to be stripped away in fire and blood to show you what you were capable of becoming. 

“Shut up, you whore.”

It was Carl - sweet coffee shop Carl - who lashed out at you then. His words full of a frantic need to keep you quiet. Mito’s head tilted in his direction giving Carl only a sideways glance before a hand moved into view. His middle and ring finger making a swift motion up sending Carl up into the air. 

When Mito spoke the rich baritone of his voice grew darker. The night itself shifted back as if whatever words he hummed in Latin were more terrifying than what resided inside it. You watched as Carl tried to scream as his body contorted in an ungodly way. Blood pulled from the corners of his mouth and eyes with unspoken words gargling out his agony. 

“I don’t expect any further interruptions, children” Mito snarled with Carl dropping in a twisted - and very dead - heap on the forest floor. “I smell a deal coming. Please, little lamb, continue.”

Your tongue flicked across your cracked lips. Your hesitancy dying off as soon as you watched his hungry eyes follow their movement. 

“I offer you them.”

A crescendo of yelling rose as a wave around you. The men who sought to end your life with brutality did not seem to enjoy losing their lives the same way. How funny.

Mito made a swift turning motion with his hand and pulled it close to his chest. In the span of the same heartbeat it took to do it all the screaming stopped. He’d stripped them of their voice. 

“If I wanted them I would have them.”

You shook your head hard once to deflect his claim. 

“That’s not true. If that was the case, they would already be dead. Especially Carl. You’re stuck in some weird servitude thing. I bet you can’t even leave this area.” An unnatural cold wind rushed over your skin. It involuntarily caused your hands to grab at your bindings as a shiver ran across your body igniting it in goosebumps. “I can offer you all of them. All twelve of them along with my servitude and the release to feed freely as you wish until I’m dead.”

Everything appeared to grow still as his eyes searched your face. Was that excitement in his eyes? You couldn’t tell at first but realized the growing flames that seemed to leap up endlessly past his iris wasn’t because of anger. It was the thought of new prospects. A freedom to feed in a way he’d been denied after however long he’d been summoned.

Mito began to slowly lean down towards your face and you struggled not to turn away. The fire in his eyes created the illusion that you were falling further into hell and, maybe you were. Strangely enough - for him - you were willing to burn. 

“You’ve got a deal, little lamb,” he breathed across your lips just before he crushed his mouth against yours. 

You shouldn’t have thought of it as a kiss. It was visceral - every part of you fought against your ropes, digging the thread deeper into your flesh just to feel his pouty lips envelope over yours. The tip of his tongue moved across your lower lip, asking for entrance, and you gladly gave it. 

You opened to him without hesitation and Mito deepened the kiss. He used his tongue to open you up further; cracking your lips and smearing it against his own. At the first hint of copper on your tongue Mito let out a moan that made you strain against your bindings. The sound was pure sin. It was the promise of pleasure and pain - of being torn apart and made anew. 

When he tore his mouth away from you in a snarl, you almost screamed out in frustration, but the twelve hooded assholes who you’d offered up did it for you. 

You couldn’t see all that well what was happening in the clearing around you. The sounds of screaming resonated back inside the night sky once more, but this time it no longer was yours.  You listened as some ended abruptly while others gurgled around throats full of blood just before their end. The sound of flesh and thicker things landing with a plop on the dirt made your stomach flip. Splashes of blood rained down on you and you squeezed your eyes shut tight. 

It felt like an eternity before the screaming stopped abruptly after the sound of a boot crunching the bones of someone’s neck. You could hear the wind move across the leaves and scatter them over objects - maybe bodies, maybe rocks - and branches. It became so eerily quiet that you wondered if the whole thing had been a dark part of your imagination. 

Maybe you’d open your eyes and find yourself back inside the party. Your friend handing you a warm beer as you danced to a remix of some song that you didn’t know half the words too. It was a good thought - a great one, actually - but one you knew wasn’t going to be true. 

When you opened your eyes a hurricane of emotion billowed up in your chest and threatened to release from your lips. Mito was floating above you, his eyes completely consumed with the flames that earlier had only shown like dying embers. Now, the fires were completely stoked by the souls of the corpses littered around you. 

A devilish smile showcasing perfectly white teeth raised his lips as he watched you swallow down your fear. You could’ve sworn they all looked very sharp and pointy, but just like his eyes you watched as they all but disappeared. The only thing left to show for what had happened was a naked torso covered in tattoos and streaked with blood. 

“Are you afraid?”

You licked your lips as you tried to think of how to answer and watched as hungry eyes followed the movement once more. 

“It depends on what you mean by afraid,” you answered him softly. “Am I afraid of being in your debt? No. Am I afraid of you? Yes.”

His finger dragged along your cheek and followed the curve of your face. You thought he would stop there and gasped as he traced it further down to your throat, over your chest, and to the curve of your breast. 

“You’re smart to be afraid of me,” he replied huskily. His body was no longer floating above you but was now being held up by his own weight. “But I promise to take good care of you, little lamb as long as you promise to do the same for me in return.” 

His head dipped to the curve of your neck to press a soft kiss just below your ear. The intimacy of the gesture wasn’t something you’d prepared for. You’d expected him to be brutal; to take without remorse. Instead, Mito pressed his lips softly against your skin as if to tell it a secret. 

It didn’t seem possible, but as his lips glided down your throat and to the hollow of your collarbone an ache began to grow hot and molten in your blood. He placed one last kiss between your breasts before his tongue dragged a hot line down close to the carved flesh of your stomach. 

You were aware of his hand as it crept up your thigh. Mito made sure he took his time with every inch his fingers took - tracing over the dips in your hip and over the mound of your pussy. Constantly he teased you - getting close and pulling away - and never let you have an inch of relief. 

A whimper was rising in your chest. Your hands no longer docile as they struggled to loosen the hold of the ropes at your wrists just so you could lace your fingers roughly in his hair. Mito’s tongue ran over the top point of the pentagram causing a hiss of surprised pain to rush past your lips. You wanted to move away from his wandering tongue as it continued to explore the open wound, but a strong hand held you in place. 

Mito worked his mouth over the botched grooves of your stomach - cleaning up the last remnants of your fucked up night. A growl was growing louder deep within his chest, humming against your skin, just before he shoved his tongue brutally into the open wound. 

The pain tore the air from your lungs. The scream you would’ve unleashed was stolen by silence and two thick fingers pushing themselves past your folds until they were knuckle deep inside you. 

You wish you could say that your body fought him - your thighs had clenched shut around his arm or your hips made it impossible for him to enter you. That he didn’t find your pussy dripping and eager for him. None of that would be true, however. 

Your body accepted him like a zealot to a newfound religion, and his fingers pushing past your folds to fuck you had your hips rising up to meet him with devotion. 

“Please,” you hummed. 

You didn’t care that you were begging. You were ready to shout for him to go further - deeper - when he inserted a third finger. The feeling of your pussy stretching followed by the overwhelming sense of fullness caused you to buck against the rock. The movement forced your stomach up into his hungry mouth causing his tongue to go deeper into the cut. 

The stinging sensation should’ve been enough to bring you back to your senses - a warning that this was fucked; you shouldn’t be enjoying this - but Mito made your body crave his pleasure through brutality. 

His wrist began to pump his fingers in deep, curling and stretching you until you came impossibly undone. Every time he pulled back - his fingers entering you anew - he went impossibly deeper. His fingers curl enough to hold the breath in your lungs and tear it free when his thumb curved up and pressed down on your clit. 

A wet squelching noise began to rise up around you. It was lewd - complete filth that mixed itself together with the sloppy sounds of his mouth hungrily cleaning up the dried blood surrounding the pentagram. Your cheeks would usually burn red hot with embarrassment at the sounds being made, but when Mito’s thumb began to apply pressure as his thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, fingers still fucking you, you couldn’t find a reason to care. 

With a thick pop, Mito removed his mouth from your wound. Fresh blood - your blood - outlined his puffy lips. He made no move to go back to your chest or do anything. His fire filled eyes did not stop from watching as you writhed beneath him. 

“Tell me: I want you to tell me to whom you belong.” 

His voice was sin. It was sex - something ancient and primal that blossomed inside you like blood on a white shirt. It made your body needy as his thumb stroked in time with his fingers as they pushed inside your cunt. 

“You - fucc it’s you.” 

“You’ll do what I ask of you. No questions asked.”

His curled fingers touched something deep inside you. Something that clawed a mewling sound out from between your lips and made your body struggle anew against your restraints. You knew Mito wanted an answer. The irritation was creasing that pretty brow of his and making his hairline drop to greet them. 

The same irritation stoked the flame in his eyes from cobalt blue to crimson. Mito thrusted his fingers one last time into you before he removed them. If he was trying to punish you he was too late. 

That last thrust - with the hard rub of his thumb against your clit - sent you barreling over the edge. Your orgasm hit you violently and fast and you found yourself wetting the front of his chest. 

“Dirty girl,” he huffed. “You got me all wet.” 

He moved along your body until you were eye level. Your body was still trembling underneath him when his fingers laced themselves at the base of your scalp and pulled. A yelp leapt out of you as Mito’s free hand took hold of your jaw and held your mouth open. 

You watched as he accumulated salvia at the edge of his lips. Your brain barely registered what he was doing until he spit it inside your open - waiting - mouth and forced it closed. 

“Swallow.”

The demand was fire. A promise of punishment if you disobeyed. You wish you could’ve said it was disgusting. The taste of blood - your blood - and brimstone staining the inside of your mouth and coating your throat pissed you off. That you fought against him and told him to fuck off. In all actuality, it only made your cunt clench down on nothing. 

Once you swallowed it you opened your mouth and flicked your tongue out just to show him you’d been good. Done as he asked. The gesture alone sent a devilish smirk to curl across those pretty lips. 

“Good girl. Now let me hear you say it.”

Oh. Right. “I’ll do what you ask of me, Mito. No questions.”

“I expect you to hold up your end of our deal tonight, little lamb.” 

“I always keep my promises.”

You were trying to sound cheeky. Instead, it simply came out breathless. Mito was still staring down at you like you held the world he wanted to destroy and fuck if it wasn’t making it hard to think past the growing heat between your legs.

Slowly, Mito lowered himself closer to you and only stopped when his lips hovered a mere inch above yours. 

“That remains to be seen.”

The baritone of his voice whispering against your lips sent your body into hyperdrive. You were ready to beg him to fuck you when he dropped the last inch and placed a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth. 

The sheer softness of it startled you. Your eyes went wide as he pulled himself off of you and finally your makeshift altar. He was moving around you carefree. His movements slow and careful as he picks up his shirt and jacket out of the viscera and carnage he’d strewn across the fall leaves. 

“I’ll be seeing you soon, little lamb.” 

This asshole! Now your eyes were wide for another reason. You reached your arms up as high as you could raise them before giving the ropes at your wrist a shake. 

“Ugh, hello? Are you just going to leave me like this in the woods?”

Mito stopped at the edge of the clearing and regarded where you were like you were complaining about being in a five-star hotel. His shrug only set a fire to blaze in your blood. 

“It did cross my mind.”

“That’s gonna be a huge no for me.”

“You mean, you don’t like being tied naked to a rock in the middle of the woods?” He teased, with an eyebrow cocked. 

“Tempting, but no. Not in the slightest.” 

“Very well,” he shrugged. “See you soon, little lamb.”

Mito disappeared back inside the darkness he was born from, and you were ready to scream. To threaten to take your deal back when you threw up a middle finger at his exit and realized the rope was gone. 

Thank god - whoever - for spooky favors. 

You weren’t a smoker - still weren’t - but if offered you took one. From curious bartenders, frat parties with social smokers, and the ever-present sleazy drunks who assumed you must be a whore pressed so close to the shadows of the brick buildings Mito liked to frequent. 

The only whore you were was his. 

Of course, you were sure the only reason you let the toxic trash touch your lips was the same reason you drank in excess when he was gone. You weren’t entirely sure when you first noticed it. The emptiness you felt at small pleasures you used to enjoy became a distant memory. 

When was the last time you truly enjoyed a milkshake? A damn good Lumberjack-style breakfast or a warm cup of coffee? These days it seems you need multiple milkshakes to really taste the sweetness of the cream or the artificial flavoring of candy. You need dozens of pancakes and a mountain of syrup to even begin to feel full. 

No. When Mito was gone there was no fulfillment in anything. You were a bottomless pit of wants and craving and the only thing that could ease the burden of that unfashionable emptiness was him. 

At first, you didn’t want to believe such a thing could happen, but the more he stayed away the more you felt the black hole of longing begin to brew inside your gut. You wondered if anyone else could see it; the desperate way you tried to fill it. No matter what you tried nothing could ease the ache of nothingness until he reappeared. Your knight in his all-consuming darkness. 

When he would simply appear from the shadows or come up quietly from behind you while you sat on a bar stool, his hands covering your eyes and a devious, “Guess who?” cascading down your senses, you felt whole again. Complete. A fucked up missing puzzle piece finally fitting back in its rightful place. 

Maybe this is what it meant to be soulless. A hollowed-out version of who you were that only knew relief by the hands of the devil. 

You spent weeks since that night at the party - from your little adventure in the forest - before you saw Mito again. When he finally re-emerged for the first time that night with his hands hovering over your eyes you didn’t need to hear the husk of his tone to know it was him. 

Your skin had become feverish with a desire so deep it felt like you’d taken a sledgehammer to the gut at just the heat of him pressed against your back. All the life you’d felt slipped out of you day by day, everything you loved and that made you-you suddenly was coming back with blaring clarity. 

The second Mito’s warmth retreated from your back, your legs were swinging the bar stool around to follow him. He was moving to sit in the empty stool next to you. His feet barely touched down on the grimy linoleum floor before you were on him. 

You secured your arms around his shoulders and, to his apparent surprise, used the momentum of your body rocking into his to pull him towards you. You weren’t giving him a second to speak or deny you any longer. With a hand secured at the nap of his neck, and the other twinning inside the soft silk of his shirt, you crashed his pouty lips down on yours. Your tongue darting to trace a request for him to open up to you. 

Mito didn’t make you wait long. 

As suddenly as you’d taken hold of him Mito took hold of you - trapped you - in his arms. His kiss devoured you; ate and tasted up every whimpering plea his tongue stroking over yours coaxed from your chest. 

You felt alive. You felt whole again. 

Every sinew - every nerve of your body crackled with electricity, and as Mito’s hands glided up the back of your thighs you swore you could’ve become a storm. 

The both of you had stumbled into the bars’ back bathroom. The door held together by makeshift locks letting you know the entire place heard every moan he’d torn from you as he fucked you. When his cock bottomed out - so incredibly deep - between your folds and left you coming all over the edge of the bathroom sink, you knew that the whole entire bar heard.

Later that night, Mito made two deals with two grimy-looking fucks. They weren’t into specifics of the deals they tried to make, and that was the thing about demons. Specifics. They were wordy bastards - great at mind games and twisting phrases and promises around until it sounded like a sweet deal, but the fine print was always missed. Needless to say, the two men had made their own separate deals that night. Neither one of them made it to see the sunrise. 

After that night, Mito allowed you to travel with him. When you made yourself useful and found him unsuspecting souls full of grief and gluttony and, Mito’s personal favorite, rage. He particularly enjoyed the souls that looked sweet on the outside; soft and sincere sounding with their crosses around their necks. Underneath all of that tried-hard smile was something sinister; something Mito claimed to be the sweetest flavor of sin. 

You weren’t sure how all of his deals were struck. You were positive the women, and some of the men, probably asked for the deal to be sealed with a kiss. Sex. Not all of them prefer a handshake and words of good faith. One guy, in particular, wanted the deal to be sealed with a little flame, making Mito do a weird magic trick of using his finger like a candle. 

Yeah, that was a weird one. 

None of them made it past a week. Some - if they were lucky - got a few months. 

That’s how you ended up backstage in a band’s dressing room. You’d met the lead singer at a club they’d been performing at. He’d sauntered up to the bar pressing the crotch of his jeans against your ass and tried to play it off like he was just leaning against the bar - waiting for a drink just like you.  

The dislike for him was instant. 

You allowed yourself to listen to him ramble. His pickup lines were incredibly atrocious. He thought being in a band made him instantly fuckable. 

The only way you saw out of your predicament was to play into it and invite him to meet Mito. There were four other members in their group - four other people to come along for the ride. It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourself to their dressing room so Mito could do his whole song and dance. 

Show them he’s a demon and did his best not to freak them out. He was out there buttering them up. Five fresh souls for the taking. 

Whenever he made a fresh deal Mito liked to fuck. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of a fresh soul, or a fresh kill when a particularly delicious sinner sat down at his table was too good to pass up (here is where the word games came into play). Whatever it was, he came back to you in such a euphoric high the tattoos that painted his skin writhed like a living thing.  

You weren’t complaining, not really. Your only complaint - if you had one - would be on those days when he’d made multiple transactions in a day. You cared very much when your overstimulated body threatened to rip in half as his cock pushed back inside your bruised walls; fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your hips. His teeth leaving impressions in the mounds of your breasts.

There was no doubt in your mind that he was going to come back in one of those highs. He’d warned you to stay put and that taking one foot outside the room meant punishment. 

Mito wanted you close and easy to find. You, however, were growing impatient. 

You hated how easy it became for him to read you, especially during sex.

There were times you enjoyed playing hard to please and Mito? Well, he enjoyed playing into it just to tear you apart and turn you into a crumbling mess beneath him. It was his way of reminding you that he owned you - mind, body, and soul - and while you continued to play your little games, it was only because he allowed the facade of freedom to dance like little sugar plums around in your head.

But there were moments he stripped those sugar plums from your head. 

The first night he’d marked you had been in the dressing room of someone famous. It’d make you nervous to be around them not because of who they were - you would have cared less about their money and a false sense of infamy. No, it made your skin crawl to watch these people negotiate deals with Mito as if they were making a setlist. They were too stupid to realize they needed to read the fine print; to know that fine print was open to change whenever Mito saw fit. 

You tried to wait like he’d asked, just like now, but the place made your skin crawl. You’d grabbed your bag and had just made it to the door, your hand on the knob twisting and swinging it open when - like Houdini - Mito was just there. 

An itching sensation began to grow between your shoulder blades. One where you couldn’t tell if it was a warning, you just being antsy to flee, or an actual damn itch. Whatever it was, maybe you should’ve listened to the first part, but just the memory of being left alone - again - inside another dressing room left your brain pleading with you to flee. 

Mito be damned. 

You slid off of the couch and your chunky boots made a resonating thud inside the empty room. 

Yup. Time to go. 

The second your hand wrapped around the doorknob and pulled the door towards you flashbacks of that night replayed through your head at warp speed. 

He didn’t seem surprised at your attempted departure. Instead, with an arm draped against the doorframe, Mito seemed like he was actually waiting for you to open it. A flurry of thought erupted in your head on how you could explain what you were doing - what he was seeing. You could easily tell him you’d sensed his presence at the door and were just trying to make it easier for him to enter. You knew, however, when reflecting obsidian eyes glanced down at your bag clutched tightly in your hands the jig was up. 

“And where, little lamb, do you think you were going?” 

“Mito I wasn’t-“ 

“And don’t lie to me,” he continued. His words over saturating yours as if he wasn’t finished talking to begin with. 

His body immediately encompassed what small space was left between you, him, and your attempted exit. His pitiless eyes were still staring down at you - waiting for a response - while he closed and secured the door behind him. 

You already knew the minute you saw him at the door you weren’t going anywhere. Now that he’d locked you in, sent your pulse racing with excitement or fear you weren’t too sure which was which. Lately, the two seemed to blend together. 

He was pushing you back farther into the room; your feet backpedaling into a moment of peace before you knew what would happen. 

“I was tired of waiting for you to get back. I was going out for a smoke.”

“I told you to wait here,” he growled. 

“And I wanted a smoke.”

You wanted to sound unmoved by the fluorescent gleam of rage billowing up in his eyes. At any minute his left could wash over to the bleak white that promised he was minutes from breaking. The facade of playing a mere mortal man bleeding away until all that stood before you was Death. 

You were so hyper-focused on him that you weren’t aware he’d backed you against the built-in makeup counter until your lower back came into painful contact with its edge. Just as a sharp gasp huffed from your lips Mito’s hand struck out - fluid and snake-like - to wrap around your throat. Constricting just enough to remind you it was there. 

“Little lamb, I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen.”

He did. He’d told you many times. Mito even embellished his warnings like a tiny little nightmare meant to keep children from adventuring out into the woods. 

Don’t go out there children. That’s where the wolf resides and he’ll tear you to bits. 

You always were a whore for things with sharp teeth. 

“You did, but I can’t help it,” your words gasped around his tightening grip. “You know I love to see if you’re a demon of his word.”

You watched intently as his eyes scanned your face. The Smokey trundles of white that began to billow up inside his left eye as his nostrils flared. A part of you felt victorious. A matching smirk was seconds away from sliding the corner of your lips upward until it was cut short. 

Mito released his hold from your neck, his body moving back just enough to allow space for him to turn you around to face the mirror. His hips closed the few inches he’d given while he kicked your feet apart. 

“You love being punished so much, don’t you, little lamb. Always testing your limits and one of these days you’re going to push too far.” As he spoke, his words curled at the base of your spine brimming with a threat that sent your heart thundering in your chest. “You’re so gluttonous for my punishment, let's see how you handle this.” 

The reflection in the mirror showcased your uncertainty. Your brow creases with the weight of unspoken questions as to what Mito could possibly mean. For a split second, ice-cold fear encapsulated your mind that maybe this was it. Maybe your deal was done and he was finished with you. 

That thought was ripped from your mind as Mito pushed your skirt up to your hips and a sharp smack of his hand against your ass brought you back to the present. Looking in the mirror, you could see his right eye was brimming with fire while the other had been completely consumed with white. 

He pressed up against you to keep you trapped between his body and the counter. Mito’s eyes watching as you watched him begin to remove his jacket and then the colorful shirt that had lived underneath it. 

No matter how many times you’d seen him naked, Mito never ceased to catch the air in your lungs. Your body forgot to register to breathe as you drank in the caramel tone of his skin and the museum of art that now slithered against his flesh. His muscles bunched and flexed as he tossed his clothes aside, and already you could feel the fabric of your underwear become soaked. 

He dragged a hand from the base of your spine and slowly moved it up until his hand laced in your hand. His fingers twinning in its strands and pulling back hard enough to tear a scream from you. 

With his free hand, he spanked you hard on the same cheek. The sting dulled out the momentary pain you’d felt.

“Tell me. Let me hear you say what you want.” 

“I want you.”

Another hard smack against your ass left your hands scrambling for something to hold you up; anything at all.  The only thing you logically seemed to find was the mirror itself. 

“You know that’s not what I meant, little lamb. I know you want me. You’re soaking my clothes.”

Licking your lips, you caught his gaze in the mirror and held it. Your chest heaving as you struggled to get out the words you knew would ruin you. 

“I want you-I want you to fuck me, Mito. My lord. My master.”

You threw in the last for fun. You knew he loved it when you used pet names for him. One that reminded you both of who - what - he truly was. 

“As my slave commands.”

You weren’t about to correct him, because you were. You knew without him you were nothing and when he dropped to his knees in front of your cunt with his tongue pushing between your folds, you knew Mito worshiped you too. 

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[remusslove]

Could you possibly write something for Fred Weasley with a little reader who falls asleep all over the Hogwarts castle because the cold makes them sleepy?

Rainy days~ Fred Weasley x little!reader

Every single time it rains. Any time you’d walk the many halls of Hogwarts while it rained you’d feel this sudden urge of tiredness.

You hummed a tune due to the sudden cloudyness your brain made you feel and yawned softly. Your feet dragging across the floor as you noticed a small little broom closet.

I could just take a little nap in there right? No biggie.. your brain thought. You shrugged your shoulders and opened the door of the closet. You closed the door and curled yourself into a ball on the floor next to the many towels.

You let out a sigh of relief, finally off your feet. You listened closely to the sound of the harsh rain outside.

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Fred walked into the locker room with excitement in him. Th other gryffindor boys were patting his back and chanting throughout the room.

Fred scored more points than everyone combined during quidditch practice. He dried himself off with a towel, his six pack dripping with sweat and water.

After changing to his regular clothes he ringed out his shirt and placed it into his bag.

Minutes later he was in hogwarts once again, roaming the same hallways you did about an hour later. He stopped walking once he passed the broom closet. He curiously pressed his ear against the door to make sure he was hearing soft little snores that belong to you.

He chuckled softly opening the door. He carefully picked you up and rested you head on his shoulder. You woke up with a whine and rubbed your eyes at the commotion.

“Daddy!” You exclaimed softly giving him a hug and him giving you one back. “What did I say about falling asleep out here hm doll?” He asked you firmly but with enough softness for you to not be scared.

“Not to.. sorry daddy” you answered avoiding eye contact with him. He smiled pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“It’s fine love, just be careful” he reassured you as you both made your way to his dorm.

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Reactions to Young Master Shield's Chapter 209

TL;DR - Lily worries about failure and disappointing her family. Everyone reassures and supports her. Cale meets academy staff and is overwhelmed by the welcome. Effric keeps saying stuff that makes Cale embarrassed. Sui and Alberu laughing at Cale's situation. A wanderer gatecrashes the event.

Lily's Worries The first quarter of the chapter was about Lily. She was happy that her brothers were attending, but also worried about her future. Like what if she failed? Fortunately, everyone was supportive of her.

CH said with a sincere and gentle smile that he couldn't study and was bad at it. Basen told her that he was bad at swordsmanship. And Cale told her that it was fine to fail. Her family would not be disappointed in her even if she failed. Awww~ 🥰

Effric's "Attacks" on Cale The entire chapter after Lily's part was so hilarious. Effric, the president of Roan Academy, dealt several blows on Cale that made him feel so embarrassed. And Raon's comments that his human's eyes kept shaking added to the fun. 😂

Effric: *bows at a 90 degree angle* It's an honor to meet you, LORD CALE! Cale: ... Various deans from other departments: IT'S AN HONOR TO MEET YOU! Raon: Human, your eyes are shaking! Effric: A lot of people wanted to hear your speech, and we barely managed to reduce it from the tens of thousands who wanted to. Cale: (Huh? How many thousands?!) Effric: We cleared all schedules today for your speech! Hahaha! Raon: Human, your eyes keep shaking! Effric: I'm sure you'll be a great role model for the students. And for us adults too! Hahaha! Raon: Human, why is your smile like a shrivelled persimmon? Effric: I am looking forward to it, Lord Cale. No, Commander Cale. Hahaha! Cale: ...Yes... I'll do my best...

Cale: *sees the academy plaza* Effric: What's the matter? Cale: It reminds me of the capital's plaza. Effric: You're right. It was modeled after the capital's plaza. Cale: *freezes* Effric: *smiles* I guess you remember that time. Cale: ...Pardon? Effric: Where the legend began. Cale: *freezes again* Effric: *talks more about Cale's shield legend in the capital plaza* Cale: *awkward smile*

Embarrassed Cale Next part was funny. The way to the podium had a red carpet laid on it, and Cale felt embarrassed walking on it while thousands of eyes were watching him. Raon's comments weren't helping him either, especially the one about how Sui kept laughing for some strange reason. Cale could only mentally curse and hold it in. 😂

Cale was dressed in his black commander uniform, so the students were very excited. And when Cale met eyes with a knight student, the "Shield" chant began and spread all over the plaza. Cale was embarrassed again, and Raon made it even funnier again.

Raon said that Alberu had arrived and was laughing out loud at Cale... 🤣🤣🤣 Poor Cale... 🤣🤣🤣

We did get some thoughts on Cale about his past. His KRS self found school life as dull, and he found speeches boring, so he decided to keep his speech short. And also a line about original Cale not having gone to school because he was busy acting like a trash.

Speech Curse is Real We were all expecting the speech, right? Unfortunately, Cale's speech curse is back! 😂 Anyway, we find out that CJS actually headed back to report to GoD after his time on the Central Plains. Cale had messaged GoD, asking to send CJS and reporting about his finding of the Five-Colored Bloods being like wanderers, but GoD ghosted him... 😂

As for the speech curse...

Cale to the students: Nice to meet you. Raon: Human, CJS is here! Cale: (Okay, I just greeted them...what now?) Raon: CJS said it was urgent! He said he could sense another wanderer nearby! Water AP: The sky is strange. Cale: *looks up the sky and sees an incoming black dot* Cale: (Is that a person? A wanderer? No, why is this always happening to me?) Cale: Damn it.

Ending Remarks I loved today's chapter. Reading about an embarrassed Cale is so fun~! 😂 And the speech curse at the end! 🤣🤣🤣 Given the chapter title, I guess we'll see the return of Cale's shield legend next chapter. I can't wait for Friday to come!

[cod-dump]

Hello, Mike! Sad question incoming!

In the au where Nikolai is Soap’s bio dad, how would he react to his death?

First post mentioning Nik being Soap’s bio dad

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Regret

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He didn’t go with them when they went to spread his ashes in Scotland. He gave Price a part of them then took the rest, no one saying a word about him not being there.

Nik took them there, flew them out and told them about Soap’s favorite trail that they would go on when he was a kid. It was sad he couldn’t really name any current, something that would haunt him. Nik would have regret not doing more with his son outside of work. He should’ve been there more, tried to reach out sooner even though he believed his boy wanted nothing to do with him.

He will forever be haunted by that regret, that anger with himself for not doing more. But he couldn’t imagine the pain his mother was dealing with. Nik chose to be the one to tell her, even though it had been years since they last spoken in person. He felt so numb during it all as he went to her house — The house that Soap would grow up in without Nik being a part of it.

He knocked after a deep breath. Nik had to steel himself, ready for the onslaught of emotion that was to come from his ex-wife and the mother of his child. The look on her face when she opened the door and saw him was first shock, then anger, then confusion.

“Nikolai?”

“Linda.”

The crack in his voice made fear take over her features, every muscle visibly tensing as she gripped the door frame.

“What happened?”

Nik’s voice failed him for a moment, knowing what he was about to say will break them both. He hadn’t said it yet, out loud, of what happened to Soap, to their Johnny. He had heard it plenty of times before, almost immediately after it happened. He’s screamed, cried, raged — Every emotion he has felt. And now he’s settled at silent regret, and once he says it out loud, it’ll start all over again.

“Johnny’s dead.”

It came out blunter than what he intended but there is no gentle way to tell a mother her son is dead.

Linda stared at him without a change in her expression for five seconds before she started shaking her head.

“No… No-“

He couldn’t look at her, he felt a crushing weight shake him as he watched Linda’s world come crashing down under it. She clung to the door frame, chanting ‘no’ as tears began to stream down her face.

As expected, she turned to anger.

“You’re lying!”

“Linda-“

“He’s not- Why would you say that?! Do you hate me that much? To cause me that pain?!”

Nik said nothing more, he knew his voice would give out if he tried. He just listened to her yell, deny their son’s death, and cry. It was devastating watching the woman who he once loved, the woman who he had a child with, break. Her rage would melt away to pure devastation, and she would look him in the eyes and scream.

Then the door would slam, and Nik would be standing there alone. He didn’t even make it off the porch, failing onto the steps with a great heaviness before he broke. He didn’t scream like he did the first time, didn’t feel the intense overwhelming feeling of it all. He just cried, feeling like a true failure. A father who failed his child.

A child without parents has a name: Orphan. What is a parent who lost their child called? For Nik, no single word could ever describe what he was feeling, the hole in his heart that will never be fixed. There was no word for that. No word that truly showed that pain, no word that when spoken someone would understand it.

He would sit there, truly broken. And the door would open behind him, and Nik would tense as a hand lightly touches his shoulder. He turned his head to see Linda, drained of life. Her hand remained on his shoulder.

“I… please come inside.”

And he did.

Linda asked about what happened and they cried together. They were the same in that moment, they had both lost something irreplaceable. Johnny was gone and neither would ever be the same. He had expected her to bring up his career, repeat that old argument that he negatively influenced Soap and made him idolize the military and war. But she didn’t. She didn’t need to, Nik had thought it moments after he was sat down and told what happened.

That regret was a complex emotion. He didn’t just regret not being there for his son, he regretted him being the one putting him there. Johnny was so smart, Linda and Nik wanted him to go to college and get an engineering degree. Pursue that persistent fascination of the stars and space he had since he was a toddler. But Johnny didn’t do that, he wanted to be just like his dad.

Nik would forever have that hang over him, and Linda knew that.

Under Linda’s request they cremated him. Nik had made no objections, neither wanted to have a funeral. That is not how they wanted to remember their boy, cold and dead before them. She gave 141 some of his ashes, the rest was for her and Nik.

And as Price, Ghost, and Gaz made their way up that trail to those cliffs, Linda and Nik went elsewhere.

“He loved it here… told me he missed coming here with you.”

The house that Nik had owned when he still had split custody over Johnny was a place he had a hard time being. He never sold it or abandoned it. He maintained it but never lived there. He couldn’t, especially not now. That place was for him and his son. It was not a home without him.

The woods behind the house was Johnny’s playground, Nik would’ve bought him an entire forest to make him happy. But the fifteen acre patch of woodland was just enough for Johnny. The stream behind the house was one of his favorite places to go. He would try to catch fish or any small critter and bring them back to the house. It still flowed gently, even after all these years. The birds sang, the breeze was welcoming. It felt unfitting for the occasion.

“I remember that model boat I got him. Took us a couple weeks to build it and seal it… just so he could watch it flow down the stream.”

Linda sniffled before she reached into her bag and pulled out the small wooden vessel. It was more cardboard than wood, biodegradable. And it held what was left of Johnny.

“I was so mad when he came home for the school year with his new church pants torn…” Linda smiled sadly, looking at the tiny boat.

“I told him to change but he didn’t listen,” Nik spoke, smiling softly at the memory.

“He was a stubborn boy, nothing you could’ve done.”

Nik swallowed hard, looking away from the stream and into the trees.

“Nothing we could’ve done to change his mind,” Linda said softly.

Another breeze would sweep through the trees, birds singing another chorus of their wordless song and the stream would continue to flow and laugh. The world would continue spinning, no matter what.

Linda kneeled by the stream and Nik would follow. She would stare down at the boat before she placed it in the water. And the stream would take it. They watched it go down the stream, and for a moment Nik could see a boy racing alongside it, dirty pants and wild hair.

The stream would take him everywhere, just like the ocean and breeze will. He was always so free. And now he forever will be.

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Is this canon to this au? Nah but it’s good writing practice. Little projection at the end

MWIII didn’t happen :)

[pascalscoffin]

L'informateur

-The informant-

Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. Smut: oral (f receiving); unprotected p in v sex (participate at your own risk, heathens); light choking; His dirty talk is in Spanish cause hot damn; reader calls Javi papi; “biting”. Based after season 3. The DEA goes to France. Reader is French but no real descriptions of what she looks like (she is carried by Javi at one point so do with that what you will). Reader is trilingual. (English, French, and Spanish). I only speak English so yes I’m using translators but I promise I’m like triple checking this shit. Might become a whole series but that depends. Reader used to live in Colombia. Reader is a burlesque show girl. We got Steve here to torment Javi.  One use of y/n. Everything will be translated in the paragraph. Pink will be the reader’s translations and purple will be Javi’s. Javi knows a little French. Javi’s so soft on Reader.

Word count: it’s so long idk but this is your warning.

I’m so sorry to anyone that already read this if they went looking for it again

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In hindsight… moving to Colombia for a boy you’d just met was definitely a bad idea. Of course, you loved your time in Colombian, you met interesting people and attended fun parties. Then again… they were Pablo Escobar’s parties and you were less of a guest and more of accessory for men to gawk at and grab on when they were bored.

That was how you met Javier Peña, of course, not through one of these parties, as if a DEA agent could attend a drug traffickers party and not crash it, not that you blamed them or cared much. You could admit you were a bit materialistic, you were showered in gifts and taken to lavish parties with high-end drugs and expensive alcohol and you were soaking that shit in like sunlight, so who were you to judge?

Now, Javier Peña… he was one hell of a DEA agent. You’d seen him in action a couple times when you were in Colombia and you could understand why, despite his escapades with his informants that all seemed to be female, and usually hookers. Javier got his information however he could get it.

Not that it ever took you much convincing, you were hooked the second you laid eyes on him in that Smokey bar. In Colombia, you sang songs at whatever little bar would let you after you swore it was free. You just wanted to sing. Of course, Javier knew you’d be there, he knew who you were and who your “boyfriend” was, you weren’t sure he was ever really your boyfriend.. more like a carrier.

He had you hooked the second he opened his mouth. You were in his bed that night, chanting his name with a litany of French curses blending with his Spanish ones. After that you eavesdropped whenever you could, gave Javier as much information as you could. You gave Javi everything he wanted when he wanted it.

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You trip back home to France had been incredibly impromptu, your “boyfriend” Hector had started to get paranoid that you were talking behind his back, going to police. Which was completely true and you panicked and rushed back home. You sent Javier a letter about two weeks explaining why you disappeared and that you were sorry for skipping out on your deal, but that your safety came first and France was where you would be safe.

When you heard about Pablo Escobar you were relieved for Javi, knowing he’d been struggling when you left Colombia you couldn’t imagine how much worse it must’ve gotten for him. He never talked about it to you, but considering it was your job to be nosey for him (that’s what all the money and orgasms were for, after all) you knew what happened between them, what Javier no doubt had been forced to see. You were glad he didn’t have to see it anymore… for the time being, anyway.

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When you found out there was a new drug circulating around, some kind of advanced form of ecstasy called 3X-5(street name Threx), which was probably the most childish name for a drug in your opinion. Who names a drug so it spells sex when it’s rearranged properly? You just knew that soon he would be here.. you’d see him again and you need to have information for him when he got here. 

It turns out, you like the extravagant life a little too much and when you got back to France and met Pierre, who promised you a life of luxury as long as you came to sing and dance at his lounge, claiming he’d seen you in Colombia and just had to have you, you figured he was at one of Pablo’s parties and just never got around to interacting with you.

Pierre was the fancy kind of gangster, the old fashioned kind that wore fancy suits and made sure his workers were treated fairly. At least, it seemed that way on the outside, Pierre had a nickname amongst his workers, whispered only once he’s out of the building for fear he might hear. 

le croque-mitaine. The boogeyman

He was ruthless if you made him unhappy, there’s a story that he killed a guy just for putting the wrong amount of ice cubes in his drink. He likes four. No more, no less. You weren’t sure how true it was, but everyone knew how many ice cubes he liked and no one was going to fuck it up.

It makes sense Pierre would name it that, you could barely breathe around him without him making some kind of remark or grabbing you somewhere. He wasn’t a bad looking guy but his cocky “I’m gods gift to earth” attitude (in the worst way) made him absolutely hideous.

Thankfully, Pierre was often at meetings during the night, preferring to hide away in the dark to do his dirty deeds. So most nights you got peace from him and could just enjoy your fancy make up and flowey outfits. 

That was when you finally saw him. For the first time in almost 5 years. Javier Peña. You could tell that face from any distance. That prominent nose, dark eyebrows that raised up when he saw you, that god-forsaken mustache you loved so much, and then of course the way he stood, knee popped out with his hands on his hips before he was sitting down. 

You guessed that was his partner Steve beside him. You’d never really met Steve, Javier kept you separated from the DEA as much as he could, not wanting to risk you being seen with them and then wind up in a hole somewhere, you’d teased him at the time that he must like you, to which he’d grunted, put his cigarette out, and then he was on you and devouring you like some kind of starved animal.

God, you wanted him to do it again.

Javi was sitting in the smoking section of the lounge and it didn’t take long for him to take up that offer, sliding a cigarette from his pack and watching you as he lit it, his lips moved and his hand waved but it was obvious he was talking to Steve, regardless of how much he was staring at you.

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After your performance was over you gave a final spin and bow as you made your way to the backstage curtain, kissing your hand and blowing the kiss towards the audience as your left leg popped up, and then you were back behind the curtain, the sound of men hollering for your return and praising your performance making your skin hum.

You went to the dressing area fast, straightening out your hair and then adding a little silk bra underneath the pink tie top you had on. Once you tied the two pieces of fabric together you double checked your make up, just because you just sang four songs in a row with four outfit changes doesn’t mean it has to look that way. 

As you made your way to Javi, finding him pretty quickly with the way that deep voice of his carried through the room, a smile started to stretch on your features, when Javi finally saw you he got his own cocky grin and put his cigarette out as he stood to greet you.

“Ay, papi! Te he extrañado!” I’ve missed you! You exclaimed. “Mi Tesoro, how have you been?” My treasure Javier purred wrapping you in a hug in those big warm arms you missed. Jesus Christ down, kitty! Down! “Oh, I’m well.” “I can see that, look at this outfit mi tesoro.” Javier held one of your hands up so you could do a little spin in your outfit. Oh he was going to get a kick out of France. Your outfit was a sheer pink set with white flowers, accessorized with a silk bra and high waisted panties that lined up with the skirt perfectly, and finally a simple pair of baby pink kitten heels with white feather balls to match the pale pink of the feathers on the hems of your skirt and sleeves. 

“Thank you, thank you.” You laughed softly and looked over when Steve cleared his throat. “Preciosa, this is my partner Steve. Steve this is y/n. She’s gonna help us out a little bit. Isn’t that right, Preciosa?” God with the terms of endearment. You wanted to suck that stupid fucking smile off his face so bad. Precious

You smiled and nodded. “Of course, papi.” You looked around a bit. “Though- we’re in France now, Mon loup. You’re going to have to brush up on your French if you plan to get anywhere.” My wolf You hummed. “We don’t exactly.. mm what’s the word in English?” You snapped a few times before waving your hand with a grumble. “We don’t amorcer un puits spew Spanish here. Or even much English. I’m surpris they sent you here, en fait.” actually

You looked at Steve when you heard him chuckle and raised a brow at him. “What?” Javier glared at Murphy and you laughed a little. “Now I have to know.” You looked at Steve again. “Well- after Colombia, son of a bitch swore he’d go back to Laredo and lay low, join the sheriff’s department. Then we hear about uh… what’s it called?” “3X-5.” “Exactly. Anyway. We hear about it, it’s startin' to make its way to the states, when he found out it was here he practically begged ‘em to let us come.” “I did not.” “Seemed like beggin’ to me.”

You looked at Javi and laughed softly. “C’est bon, papi. I’ve missed you very, very much.” It’s okay You patted his shoulder as you sighed, smiling at a waitress when she brought you a water. “Merci.” You said softly before turning back to Javi and Steve, who were looking at you expectantly.

“Okay… I don’t have much for you yet. I know whose idea it was, I just… haven’t managed to get all the way in the door, yet.” You sighed. “French men are a lot more careful about what they say around women. But, Pierre is starting to trust me more.” Javi hummed. “Pierre Chevalier.” You nodded.

“So- how long exactly before you… get in the door?” Steve was leaning forward on his elbows and it had you laughing a bit. “Garçon boy this one is all Travail work, no jouer play.” You pouted a bit before sighing. “It won’t be long. Pierre is a lonely, desperate, and tired man. He’ll slip up soon enough.” “You’ll call me first.” “Of course, Javi.” You looked at him with a smile. 

“Now-“ you glanced towards the door when you saw Pierre stepping in and no doubt trying to find you. “You boys should go because unfortunately I can’t keep you company anymore.” Javi’s eyes followed yours and he hummed before the three of you were standing.

“I’ll see you later, Preciosa.” You hummed, kissing Javi’s cheek as he kissed yours. “Of course, Mon Loup. Now go.” You waved them away before making your way over to Pierre, who greeted you by taking your hand, kissing your knuckles, and then pulling you close to plant one on your lips. Javi watching with a small glare before he walked out with Steve. 

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Pierre wanted what he usually wanted: a private show with a happy ending massage afterwards. Massages had been one of your specialities for the men of Colombia, and Javier particularly enjoyed them after a long stressful day. You wondered if he missed receiving them as much as you missed giving them.

Pierre had his moments where you guessed he could be charming, fancy dinners where you could get what you wanted. But it didn’t matter how charming he was, it didn’t hide his ruthlessness. Almost everyone in Marseille was terrified of him, and if you weren’t terrified you despised him. Either way, there was a chance that somehow you were working for him. You fell in the despise category.

Your walk home was quiet, show outfit switched for jeans, a turtle neck, and a trench coat with some boots. You were mostly safe with people knowing you came from Pierre’s place, and unless you had permission you didn’t fuck with Pierre’s girls. You were one lucky enough to get your own place, it took a lot of convincing and even a tantrum or two but he agreed.

When you walked in you thought maybe the smell of cigarettes smoke was in your head, perhaps egged on by Javier showing up. But then you turned the light on and saw him sitting there in the stiff, uncomfortable chair in your corner. You jumped ten feet in the air and screamed. 

“oh mon Dieu! tu m'as fait peur, Javier !” You put a hand to your chest and glared at him as he chuckled and stood up. “What are you doing here?” You hung your keys and purse up. “I figured by now you’d be sleeping off that plane ride.” Oh my god! You scared me, Javier!

You looked over to see him standing directly in front of you now, running his eyes over you. “I tried.” He hummed softly. “Mm.. well I would ask how you knew where I lived but,” You put a hand on your hip. “You’re DEA, so I don’t really have to ask, do I?”

Javier smirked and reached his hands out, gripping your hips tightly and pulling you close. “Mm… tu m'as vraiment manqué, précieux.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. I really missed you, precious

Hearing Javi speak French, and good French at that, had you coming apart at the seams. “Javi..” you whined softly, and then he was lifting you up and pressing you against the wall, molding his mouth with yours harshly as you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely and sliding your fingers into his hair. God, you missed this.

His lips were soft like they were back in Colombia, though rather than smelling like a mixture of sweat, his cigarettes, and his cologne, which by all means was never a bad smell, in fact you loved it. But the smell of France smelled very good on his skin, you could still smell his cigarettes, his cologne, a hint of whiskey and the lightest scent of sweat. But he smelled cleaner here.

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After quick mumbles of where your bedroom was Javi pulled you away from the wall and wrapped your legs around his waist as he followed your directions, mumbling praises you couldn’t really care much about at the moment about your different decor around your apartment.

As he walked pieces of clothes fell behind him, first your coat, and then his shirt, his badge and gun likely placed on your coffee table since you couldn’t feel either of them poking you on his belt. By the time he tossed you down onto your bed you were in your bra and panties and Javier was in his boxers, clothes making a trail from the front door to your room.

He just looked at you, though, knelt on the foot of your bed as he gazed down at you, hand rubbing your propped up knee. “Estás absolutamente preciosa con esta luz. Como un tesoro codiciado con el que puedo hacer lo que quiera.” He groaned before leaning down and pressing his lips tightly against yours again. You look absolutely gorgeous in this light. Like a coveted treasure that I can do whatever I want with.

Javi was always a little mouthy with you if he was having a decent enough day. There were times where he’d be silent aside from his moans and grunts while he fucked into you, holding you close when he’d cum. You could tell those were rough days, he’d come in and not say a single thing before he’d be all over you, swallowing up any questions or hesitations that quickly melted away with each tug of your clothes.

He didn’t want to talk about it afterward, either, not that you needed him to tell you what was happening, there was no one protecting you from what was happening like most of the other women Pablo and his men kept close to them. There was just a part of you that wanted to see more of him than what he let you, but you never got that.

You were just glad he was having a good day. Good day Javi meant close and personal and in your face. Of course, you loved when he shoved you against a wall or over a dresser or even over the back of your couch after a rough day. But Javi was the absolute fucking master at eye-contact sex, which was never something you really craved with the men you’d been with before.

You remembered when you look away from the Javi the first, and last, time. He’d slammed into you one hard time, fingers clenching your jaw and jerking your head to him. “Quiero mirar esos bonitos ojos mientras te follo, preciosa. No apartes la vista de mí.” He’d all but growled. I want to look into those pretty eyes while I fuck you, precious. Don't look away from me.

You didn’t dare look away from after that. “Preciosa~” Javier snapped in your face a couple times. You blinked rapidly and looked from his chest to his face. “Now where did you run off to that could’ve been more attention catching?” He raised a brow, leaned down so you were face to face. 

You shook your head. “Nothing could be more attention grabbing than the sight in front of me, Mon loup.” You purred, leaning up to gently tug him down into another kiss, sighing happily and laughing happily as he hugged you up into his lap, sitting back on his heels, his lips moving with yours lazily as he guided your legs around his waist. 

“Can’t think of anything I missed more than this.” Javi hummed, guiding your clothed crotch against his slowly. “Except maybe those… orgasmic massages.” He gripped your hips tightly, already knowing he couldn’t really leave marks on your like that pit in his stomach was screaming at him to. “Aww you did miss them.” You kissed along his neck, rocking down against him as he groaned next to your ear.

“Of course I did, Preciosa.” He nipped at your earlobe lightly before unhooking your bra and groaning as he kissed along your chest. “God damn I missed these gorgeous tits.” He muttered, taking one into his mouth, his tongue massaging your nipple as he sucked lightly, pulling off with a soft pop before doing the same to the other one.

“Javi~ cmon it’s been too long, papi. I need you.” You pressed against him, scratching lightly at his shoulder. Javier let out a low growl before separating the two of you just enough to get you both stripped down before he pushed you back on the bed, a giggle leaving your throat as he pressed you into the bed with a hand pressing very lightly at the sides of your neck.

“Pequeña zorra. Llamándome papi sólo para excitarme, y delante de mi compañero. ¿Tratando de meterme en problemas? ¿Eh?” You little slut. Calling me papi just to turn me on, and in front of my partner. Trying to get me in trouble? huh?

You loved when Javi spoke Spanish… okay sure you loved when Javi spoke any time, but Spanish always flowed so quickly off his tongue, sounded so good when his accent came out nice and thick. You could eat him alive. “No, papi. Would never get you in trouble.” You bit your lip and watched as he kissed his way down your body. Oh praise be to every sex god and goddess out there that has anything to do with Javier Peña and his absolutely sinful mouth.

“No?” He hummed, looking up at you as he nudged his nose ever so slightly at your clit, just barely catching it as a shudder ran through you. You shook your head quickly. “No. Wouldn’t wanna get you in trouble- get you sent home. What would I do without you here, Mon loup?” You pouted. 

Javi groaned and with that he was diving in like he was starving, sucking and licking my at your clit eagerly, his hips pressing down into the silk sheets that adorned your mattress. Your eyes were glued to Javi, who was peering up at you before finally closing his eyes, moaning and pushing his tongue into you as he buried his face in your pussy. “Fuck… Javi.” You moaned happily and dropped your head back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you rocked your hips up against his mouth.

Now, the men in France were very good in bed, the covered all the bases. But there was something about Javi.. about the way he grabbed you, kissed you, fucked you… no one could compare to him or even wipe the memory of his hands, his voice, out of your head, no matter how hard you’d tried over the years.

After Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel, you figured Javier would’ve stopped, just been a detective in some police department somewhere, but he was here, between your legs with two of his fingers replacing his tongue while he sucked and licked eagerly at your clit. 

“Putain, Javi... tu es si bon. Je vais jouir, putain.” You moaned loudly, gripping his hair tightly as that string in your stomach snapped and you were cumming with a loud cry of Javier’s name, your back arching off the bed as your hips rocked up into his mouth eagerly. Fuck, Javi... you're so good. I'm gonna fucking come

Javi worked you through it, fingers thrusting and curling inside you as he sucked on your clit, working you down from your high before he slowly came to a stop and lifted his heady with a grin. “You did so good, mi tesoro.” He hummed, wiping his mouth with his hand before leaning up to kiss you. 

When he pulled his fingers out you let out a soft whine and shifted a little before he chuckled and kissed your neck. “Patience, Mi pequeña zorra.” He hummed. “You’ll get what you’ve been needin’.” My little slut

Your arms and legs wrapped around him eagerly, pulling him closer to you while you muttered “por favor, papi, fóllame. Fóllame. Fóllame.” Please, papi, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. 

Javier chuckled lowly and pulled you up against him, kissing you deeply as he massaged his tip along your slit, finally pushing into where you needed him most. “Oh, bebesita. You’ve been waiting so long for this, huh?” You nodded eagerly and looked up into his big brows eyes, swallowing thickly. “Missed how you felt inside me, Javi. So big- fuck it feels so fucking good.” You shuddered.

Javi sat there for a while, grinding his hips but not really thrusting, not yet. He wanted to drink in the feeling as much as he could before it got too much and he had to move.

Of course, that didn’t take long and just a moment later he was sliding all the way out and then right back in, his head pressed into your neck as he let out the best noises you ever heard a man make. Breathy but gravelly moans and praises filled your ears how good you were for him, how your wetness and tightness was just Tan jodidamente buena. so fucking good

It wasn’t long before you felt a second orgasm rip through you, Javier’s angle pushing his tip right into that spongey bundle of nerves deep inside you. You came with a soft cry of his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as you pushed your face into his neck, moaning happily, babbling French expletives into his ear.

And, just like when you heard Javi speak Spanish, that coil in his stomach snapped and his hips were fucking into you sloppy and ragged, chasing his own orgasm. Which finally came with a low groan against your shoulder, his teeth pressing into the skin of your shoulder but not necessarily biting down. 

You never made Javi pull out, the first few times he’d asked where you wanted it, but with every time bring a rushed ‘inside. Please, inside’ it became an understanding between the two of you that Javi didn’t have to pull out if he didn’t want to.. and it never seemed liked he wanted to. Not that you minded or expected anything different.

Javier stayed there, breathing heavily as he nuzzled his face into your neck before slowly sliding out and falling next to you with a grunt. “Fuck, Chiquita.” He hummed and leaned over the edge of the bed the grab his cigarettes from his jeans and pop one between his lips. He laid back beside you again, lighting his cigarette and putting his arm behind his head.

You laughed softly and laid your head on his chest. Javier wasn’t much of a cuddler, not that you expected him to cuddle with someone who was a step down from a prostitute. But he always let you rest on him, and he never left you immediately, of course he’d never spent the night, but that was dangerous and you understood why.

“So, it must be nice working with Steve again.” You turned your head and pressed your chin against his chest as he chuckled. “.. yeah I guess so.” He looked down at you. “.. so you begged to come here, huh?” You teased. 

Javier groaned and rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand as you pulled the cigarette from between his fingers. “I’m gonna kill him.” He muttered with a heavy sigh as you took a long drag from the cigarette.

“Why?” You kissed his neck lightly before resting your head on his chest as you exhaled the smoke in your lungs. “I didn’t actually think you’d wanna see me again.” “Why not?” Javier looked down at you as he took the cigarette from you. “Well… for one I ditched you. I was supposed to be helping and I just ran.” Javier shook his head. “Safest option for you.” He sighed heavily, pushing all the smoke from his lungs as he scratched his nose. “Sin resentimientos, Princesa.” He kissed the top of your head. No hard feelings, Princess

You sighed and nodded hesitantly as you kissed his chest and nuzzled his neck, arms wrapped around him. “… since.. it’s your first night.. do you think you could stay?” You looked up at him hesitantly, prepared for him to say no but hoping he would say yes just this one time.

Javier was quiet for a while, looking at the cigarette between his fingers with his brows furrowed. “Preciosa…” you looked away and chewed nervously on your lip, waiting for him to say he can’t, that it’s just too dangerous and that he should really leave after a while.

But then, he sighed and took a long drag from his cigarette before putting it out and turning on his side so that you had no choice but to look at him as his hand up to your cheek, sliding his thumb across it, his puppy dog eyes boring into you. God you loved his eyes. “… Sólo esta noche. Después de esto es demasiado peligroso.” He whispered. Tonight only. After this it is too dangerous

You nodded quickly and took a deep breath. “Missed you, Javi.” You whispered softly, nuzzling into his hand a little before hesitantly scooting closer and curling yourself into him. The only time you were actually held by Javier, as depressing as this is about to sound, is when he’s holding you against him, fucking into you, or when he’s greeting you and you get to feel what it’s like to be casually intimate with him for just a second.

Not that you didn’t enjoy when he held you against him, you loved it. But he didn’t cuddle. At some point it started to bother you, you weren’t sure when, maybe somewhere in between the third or fourth time you met with him in his apartment, the second time you had to leave immediately after, maybe? Both times it was because they got something in Escobar, thanks to your information, and both times Javier had kissed you and told you to get home safe and he’d make it up to you. And he always did. 

Slowly, though, you felt Javier’s arms slowly wrap around you and pull you close, one arm around your shoulders while the other rubbed along the line of your spine. You let out a happy hum and nuzzled a little closer to him as you quickly drifted off.

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The next morning you got up early, you weren’t really sure when Javi was supposed to be at work but you figured, since he mentioned your massages, you’d wake him up that way. So, as slowly and as quietly as you could you climbed onto his legs, stopping when he shifted and closed your eyes before peeking one open and nodding victoriously when he settled back down.

You started at the bottom of his back, working your fingers into the muscle, it was looser than Colombia but still tense and straining against your fingertips. As you worked your way around his back, sliding your hands up the curve up his spine and working them into his shoulders, groans and hums spilled from his mouth, his hips pressing into your mattress a few times before you saw his eyes fluttering and his head turning.

“¿Precioso? ¿Qué estás haciendo? What time is it?” Precious? What are you doing? He lifted and turned his head to look back at you. “What does it look like, Mon loup?” You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Need to give you one of my massages. It’s still early. You have time.” You massaged his shoulders with a soft hum. “So.. I’m guessing Steve is going to pick you up from here?” Javier groaned happily when you pressed into his muscles.

“Mhm. Called him last night. He’s got a big fuckin’ mouth.” You laughed softly and rolled your eyes a little. “I imagine it’s a shock, Javier Peña staying the night with a girl.” You tsked. “It’s like a fairytale.” You pressed kisses in the wake of your hands, moving them from his back to his arms, working on the flesh there. “Yeah yeah he said something like that.” He huffed a little and shook his head.

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For the next thirty minutes you worked on Javier’s back, getting out every knot and kink you could find, pulling out some whimper-like noises that he refused to admit were whimpers. He didn’t really let you get to the happy ending part before he pushing you down onto your bed and pounding the ever loving daylight out of you for just a little too long.

He rushed out the door shouting Spanish expletives, Steve laughing his ass off down on the street, standing outside the car. You laughed when you noticed why Steve was laughing. You grabbed Javier’s shoe off the floor and ran to the window, pushing it open and leaning out.

“¡Oh, Papi, creo que olvidaste algo!” I think you forgot something! You leaned out the window, waving his shoe back and forth as he looked up. Steve was laughing harder now as you held your silk robe closed. 

Javi looked up and shook his head a little, motioning for you to bring the shoe down to him. You laughed softly and grabbed your keys before rushing out of your apartment to give Javi his shoe, laughing at how neither of you noticed he was hopping out of your apartment putting his only shoe on. 

You opened the main door to your apartment building and held his shoe out to him with him a smile. “Que tengas un buen día, papi. ¿Atrapas a los malos por mí?” Have a good day, papi. Catch the bad guys for me?

Javi chuckled and shook his head. “He’ll never shut up about that.” You hummed and shrugged. “Maybe not. All the more reason for you to come back for a massage.” You teased before tugging him just inside the door for a deep kiss as you handed him his shoe.

And then Steve was whistling. “Hey! Papi! Let’s get a move on!” Javier groaned. “That’s gonna get annoying fast. I’m comin’!” He pulled away and shoved his foot into his shoe. You leaned on the door to your building, waving to the two of them as they got into their jeep and drove off, and then you started to get ready for your day. You needed information for Javi.

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[yo-yo-yeonkai]

MY EVERYTHING, MY ETERNITY - CHOI YEONJUN - SFW

Yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning list: not proof read, established relationship, a bit suggestive for a sentence or two, very much so in love, pet names (princess, loverboy, Junnie)

Word count: 976 ~ a short little baby

Summary: a tired and lonely Yeonjun comes home to his cute girlfriend muttering his name, and decides he simply can’t go to sleep without talking with her first. Maybe she won’t mind being woken up?

Even as your chest rose and fell with each breath you took in your sleep, your boyfriend didn't stray far from your side. Cute little mumbles were falling from your mouth as you slept and he just so happened to hear them, so he wasn't going to let you off the hook for keeping him up with how adorable you are. He'd intended to go to sleep the second he saw you fast asleep in your bed, but the sounds just wouldn't let him. You'd grasped his attention, unintentionally.

Even as you mumbled he ran his thumb along your wet lip, thinking about how he'd move to kiss them. He knew you wouldn't mind, but he'd much rather hear your sleepy mumbles right now. Gentle chants of his name fell from your lips, and even in your dreams, he seemed to be making you feel good. He had to be proud he could bring your dreams into reality.

As he kissed you, you slowly began to stir. He had expected this and continued to play with your lips. You had always been a heavy sleeper, completely unaffected by any noise in the room. But for some reason, the touch of his lips was enough to rouse you instantly. It was as though you could sense that he wanted your attention. It felt like a fairy tale, and he was determined to be your prince charming. And so, he tried to play the role to perfection.

You hummed, your eyes fluttering open to meet Yeonjun's gaze. It seemed to be the evening, and the only way you could see his face was from the lit lamp on his bedside table. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him, cuddling into his chest, thinking that's what he wanted and then he'd let you go back to sleep. In all honesty, he didn't know what he wanted other than you. He wanted to hear you, see you, touch you, he wanted it all. He'd selfishly woken you up because he felt lonely and wanted to at least say goodnight, seeing as he couldn't earlier. That's what happened when he had long days in the studio...

Yeonjun hated not being able to hug you when you drifted to sleep, hated not being able to ask you how your day was, he just longed to be a normal couple sometimes. No, he wanted more than that, he wanted to be your prince.

"Heya sexy man~" you jokingly mumble in your soft sleepy voice. He hums and wraps his arms around you kissing your forehead a few times before speaking back to you. "Sorry, I woke you princess. I just wanted to check how your day was..." he explains, feeling a blush crawl up his face at the thought of how babyish he must seem right now. You didn't mind though, you loved when he woke you to check how you'd spent your day without him. It gives you a chance to see him before you have to wake up and say goodbye and start the cycle again the next morning.

"I don't mind, Junnie," you reassure your boyfriend. ''My day was good, I was actually productive for once. It was plant watering day so I really enjoyed that." You speak, an innocent twinkle in your barely opened eyes as you gaze up at your boyfriend. He smiles at your cuteness and kisses your lips before speaking "I'm glad you had a nice day. I'm assuming you spent some time singing to the plants again?" He teases, remembering how he'd caught you a few months ago. You blush and tell him "It's not the same when you don't join me. The plants grow better when you sing so brilliantly to them. Try serenading them as you pass by please~" you suggest, making Yeonjun nod in understanding. He didn't know if it truly had benefits, but Taehyun had read an article once that said it had some benefits, so Yeonjun was more than happy to do as you pleased and try it anyway.

When he first caught you singing to a plant, he was convinced that you were a princess straight out of a movie. It seemed as though you possessed the power to communicate with plants and help them thrive. Your track record with plants was impressive - you had never killed one or even caused harm to one and they all flourished in your presence. Your beauty left him in awe that day, and he swore he'd marry you one day.

You then asked him "How was your day, Loverboy?" He chuckled and rubbed soothing patterns on your back "It was okay... same old same old today. Just more rehearsals... I really wanted to hang out with you when I got home, so I was a bit sad to see you were asleep, but I can't blame you, it was 1 am...". You nod and reach to kiss him quickly "Well I'm awake now, so we can chat! What's the time now?" you inquired, trying to peek over his shoulder to see the time. He checked his phone and replied, "It is 3:30 ish, sorry I woke you up..." he murmurs. You shake your head at him and cup his cheeks "Hey, look at me Yeonjun, and listen. I. Don't. Mind. You. Waking. Me. Up. Especially if you are feeling sad!" You reassure him for the 100th time. He nodded and kissed you, a soft smile on his lips as he pulled away.

"Alright, princess, let's get some rest. You've made me feel much better," he says, switching off his lamp and snuggling closer to you. You let out a soft laugh and settle into a cosy position. "Goodnight, my everything," you whisper, as you start to drift off to sleep, hearing him reply with "Goodnight, my eternity"

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cw: panic attack, physical/verbal abuse

The day has arrived. After many practices, sweats, and of dehydration, it was time. Scaramouche’s first performance. He acts all tough, but he really is nervous. It's been so long since he sang that he didn’t know if he could do it. Thankfully, Venti reassured him that he’d do just fine. He was starting to warm up to the members. A little bit, though.

He can hear the crowds chanting their names. "Are they always this loud?" He asked as one of the assistants fixed his makeup. "Unfortunately." Heizou responds with a sigh. "It's a pain, but you’ll get used to it." Kazuha adds in, and Xiao nods in agreement. Now, everything was fine, but Scaramouche noticed Aether’s quietness. He wasn’t good at comforting, so all he did was watch. "Alright boys, you’re on." The manager walks up to them. She says to Scaramouche, "Good luck." She says with a smile until she turns to the rest. "Don’t drag him down." "Yes, ma’am." The boys went onstage, Venti first, and headed straight to their positions. The crowd cheers.

"Good morning, everyone! It's been a while, huh?!" Venti yells, and the fans respond with a shout. "We’re back, but with a new friend! Let's see what he’s made of! But first, I’m your number one cutie, Venti!" He points at himself, and someone shouts, "I LOVE YOU, VENTI!" He chuckled and blew a kiss, then cupped his face. "I love you more!" The fans squealed in delight. Xiao steps up and says, "Hello, hello." He was interrupted by loud cheers, louder than Venti’s. "I am Xiao; please enjoy today as we put our whole heart into this." More cheers erupted, and Scaramouche could’ve sworn he heard someone tell Xiao to take his shirt off. Next was Kazuha, who waved as everyone shouted his name. "Hi, I am Kazuha, the cat man." He did a cat pose, and Scaramouche held his laugh. "I love you all and thank you for the support. I’m glad you’re here!" More cheers followed, and Kazuha continued to wave at them all until Aether stepped up. "Hi hi!" They all squealed and called his name. "It is me, Aether! Hope you enjoy the show, my cuties!" He made a heart sign, and they all screamed like little girls. "Hey, hey, hey!" Heizou shouts as he points to the fans. "Hey, hey, hey!" They responded. He laughs, "It’s me, Heizou! Thank you for coming to our show, and I hope you stick around the whole day!" He pumps up his fist, and the fans do it in return. Lastly, it was Scaramouche's turn.

He rehearsed this a lot, but he felt so embarrassed. He took a step forward and cleared his throat. "Uh, hi, I am Scaramouche. Its a pleasure meeting you all, and…" His cheeks turned red. "And being able to see your cute faces in person." The crowd went wild, and he heard them ask for his hand in marriage. "Please enjoy." He says with a small smile, and they go to their respective positions. Scaramouche was tasked with starting off with a surprise new song they wrote, but he was nervous as hell. The music started playing as he gripped his microphone. He started to sing, but he sounded uncertain. The quietness from the fans wasn’t helping, and it made him even more anxious.

He was starting to regret doing this until he looked down at the front. His heart skipped a beat as he saw your face. You were all sweaty and panting, so he assumed you just got here in a hurry. You made eye contact and smiled. He stared at you for the longest time before smiling back and starting to sing with confidence. The fans were surprised by the sudden change but began to cheer as they enjoyed the sound of his voice. You cheered as well, clapping your hands to the beat. You were so proud of him.

The show continued with ease. They performed new and old songs, but mostly old. You were enjoying every minute of it, as you couldn’t help but feel like a mother watching their child succeed. Your eyes were mostly on Scaramouche, though. He was so dreamy and beautiful. You really were in love with that man. To be honest, you thought it was just a silly crush, but no, Scaramouche was different. He was truly special. You blushed whenever you guys locked eye contact. Sometimes, he’d wink, and you couldn’t help but faint since you knew it was directed towards you. Scaramouche was so different on stage that it was kind of attractive.

It was nearing the end, with the sky getting dark. They were singing the second-to-last song, and you could tell they were exhausted. You wished they’d have longer breaks, but unfortunately their manager wouldn’t allow that. Still, you put in a whole lot of cheer to give them a boost. Everything was going well until Scaramouche froze. His singing got quiet, and he stopped, staring off into the distance. He gasped and started shaking. His grip tightened as his eyes shook at whatever he was seeing. His breath was shaky, and he started to sweat. The crowd started to whisper, and the boys stopped what they were doing, but the music still played. You watched from below as Scaramouche lost it.

He hung his head low as he tried to balance himself. He felt himself start to hyperventilate, and his head was spinning like crazy. The voices of his members were hard for him to hear as he wanted to leave. He wanted to run far, far, far away. Venti tried talking to him, but Scaramouche wouldn’t respond. The others tried as well, but nothing worked. Venti held his breath as he turned to his audience and said, "I’m so sorry, please wait for a moment as we try to fix things." He leads Scaramouche out of the stage to the back as the murmurs of the fans grow louder. You, extremely worried, shoved yourself through the crowd. "Excuse me, please." Almost all of them didn’t let you through, and that frustrated you. Guess you had to find another way.

Xiao and Heizou helped Scaramouche sit down, and Venti kneeled in front of him. "Hey, take deep breaths, yeah?" Scaramouche still wasn't responsive and continued to tremble. Xiao kneeled next to him. "Scaramouche, whatever it is that made you nervous, it’s over. It’s just us." Scaramouche wanted to believe those words so bad, but his mind kept saying otherwise. ‘She’s still here.’ The boys heard yelling, and that's when you arrived. "Scara!" You rushed to his side, and the guys noticed a cup in your hands. Scaramouche flinched at the sound of your voice. "Y-Yn?" He musters out. You nod, "It’s me. I don’t know what happened, but listen to my voice and our voices." You showed him the cup of water. "Here."

He looked at it and noticed your hands shaking. His heart started to hurt. ‘I made them worry.’ Slowly, his hands reached for the cup, and he took a small sip. "Thank you." You smiled and said, "Of course." "OH MY GOD!" It was their manager, barging into the scene. She immediately stormed towards Venti. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Your eyes widen, but Venti is unfazed. "YOU MADE HIM NERVOUS ABOUT THE PERFORMANCE! I TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HIM, AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" "Ma’am, it wasn’t any of our faults." Scaramouche-" "SCARAMOUCHE WAS FINE UNTIL HE WAS IN YOUR CARE!" "That’s not true-" Suddenly, she slapped him, leaving a huge red mark on his left cheek.

You gasped as your hands gripped Scaramouche's chair. "God! You’re such a worthless leader! If you weren’t connected to Zhongli, I would’ve had you gone from the very beginning!" Venti looked down, lifeless. "I’m sorry. I’ll do better." "I’m getting tired of your pathetic excuses, Venti!" Kazuha went in between them. "Ma’am, we’ll make it up to you, we promise. We’re terribly sorry for causing Scaramouche trouble." She scowled. "Tomorrow, everyone but Scaramouche, will skip breakfast, lunch, and everything for dance practice." "Yes ma’am-" "That’s not fair!" You stood up abruptly, standing in front of Scaramouche protectively.

She furrowed her brows. "You again?! You’re always messing things up!" "Venti didn’t deserve that! You should be the one apologizing!" She started to walk towards you. "You have no right talking back to me." Xiao felt anger boil inside him as he went to your aid but stopped. "Don’t." Scaramouche spoke up. The manager froze. "W-What?" He looked up at her with a glare. "Don't, or I’m quitting." He then went and held your hand. You could feel his fingers tremble, and you soothed them for comfort. She backed away from you and the others with a growl. "Go home. This concert is cancelled." Then she walked away, leaving you all behind. Once she was gone, you frantically turned to Venti. "Venti! Are you okay?!" He looked up and smiled at you. "Don’t worry about me. I’m fine."

He then went and ruffled Scaramouche's hair. "Let’s head out. We’re all exhausted from this fiasco." You were still upset, but you nodded. "Okay. I can give you all a ride." "We appreciate that." Xiao says with a small smile. They all headed to your car, which, thankfully, was out of sight so no fans would bother you all. "I’m sorry there's no space for us to fit." "It’s fine." Venti says, "Scaramouche, you can sit next to Yn." He smirked since the two of you were still holding hands. Scaramouche didn’t get that and just nodded. "Thanks". The rest squeezed themselves in the back, and you dropped them off at their place one by one.

It was Aether’s stop, and when he was going to leave, you remembered the talk. "Wait! Aether!" He turned to you, confused. "Yn?" "You wanted to talk after the concert. We can talk about it outside." He simply smiled. "No, it's okay." You frowned. "Are you sure?" He nods, "Yeah, it wasn’t that important anyway." He smiled once more and closed the door, heading to his doorstep. You faced the road a bit upset. Though you smiled and turned to Scaramouche. "It’s just us now. Where do you live?" "No." You blinked, a bit startled. "N-No?" "I…" He looked down sadly. "I don’t feel like going home right now." You frowned but smiled once again. "Okay, we can stay at my place." He looked up at you. "Are you sure?"

“It’s okay! It’s just me anyway." "Okay." And so you headed towards your place in silence.

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[diavolo-is-babygirl]

Diavolo x GN!MC Fanfic (plus Barbatos friendship): Home, Love and Healing

The palace halls stood still, draped in a somber silence, as Diavolo stood before the shimmering portal. His heart weighed heavily with a decision that shattered him as much as it would shatter the treasure before him.

MC, with their radiant presence, had been a light in the Devildom, a beacon in a world that knew only night.

But then a malicious demon's threat to their life had forced his hand.

"Diavolo," MC whispered, their eyes wide with confusion and sorrow, their body trembling from pain that transcended boundaries. "why do I have to leave?"

Diavolo's eyes, usually so full of sunshine and mischief, were now pools of grief. He gently took MC's hands in his. "For your safety, my beloved. The Devildom is no longer your home. I can't bear the thought of you being harmed-or killed."

Tears welled up in MC's eyes. "But what about everything we've been through? Everything we mean to each other? We can get through this! We'll figure out a way to beat him. We'll get the brothers to help! Dammit, I love you!"

Diavolo's grip tightened, his voice cracking, "I love you too, MC. It is because I love you that I must do this. You will forget our pain, our joy, our love. You will live, and that is all that matters, my darling."

With an increasingly heavy heart, Diavolo invoked the spell, watching as MC's eyes glazed over, the memories of home, love and life slipping away like sand through fingers.

He guided them through the portal, his heart shattering and his soul bleeding out with every slow step.

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Barbatos, who had watched this unfold from the shadows, felt a deep ache in his chest.

He had served Diavolo for centuries, but never had he seen his lord so broken. The weight of their mutual grief crushed him, compelling him to defy all orders.

Under the absinthe cloak of night, Barbatos sought out ancient, forbidden magic. The risk was immense, the toll on his being potentially deadly, but his loyalty and love for both Diavolo and MC drove him forward. Minutes turned into days as he chanted incantations, his strength waning with every passing moment.

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In the human world, MC woke up one morning with a sudden, overwhelming flood of memories. Their time in the Devildom, their love for Diavolo, every precious moment came rushing back. The ache in their heart was excruciating, and without hesitation, they sought the portal to return.

Diavolo, sensing the shift, felt a spark of hope ignite within him. He raced to the portal, his heart pounding. As MC stepped through, their eyes met, and in that instant, the world felt whole again.

But before joy could breathe life into their once-broken world, Diavolo noticed Barbatos, pale and frail, leaning against the portal’s frame. His eyes were no longer luminous with mystique but dim, his body trembling from the exertion.

"Barbatos!" Diavolo's voice was a mixture of relief and anger. "What have you done?"

Barbatos managed a weak smile, his voice barely a whisper. "I couldn't bear to see you both suffer, sire. You belong together."

Diavolo's eyes filled with tears, torn between infinite gratitude, boundless fury and fear. "You risked everything...even your life?"

Barbatos nodded weakly, his smile as faint as dusk. "It was worth it, Young Master, for your happiness."

MC rushed to Barbatos, their hands glowing with healing magic, love and light. "Oh no you don't, Barbatos! I won't let you leave us!"

As Diavolo held Barbatos, he crafted his own healing magic from the memories he shared with his butler. With magic borne of desperation, an unbreakable bond and hope, he poured his own life into Barbatos. He then looked at MC, then back at Barbatos, heart filled with unending gratitude.

"Thank you, my friend," he whispered, "for bringing us back together."

Barbatos poked Diavolo's nose, now much stronger due to MC's and Diavolo's essence flowing into him. "Think nothing of it, Young Master. As I said-you and MC belong together."

The three of them, united by love and sacrifice, glowing with love and rebirth, stood together in the palace halls. Ready to face whatever the future held. Except-

"Now it's time for me to prepare dinner, my Lord. How about some pickle casserole?"

"Not on your life, or mine," Diavolo immediately replied, MC laughing all the while.

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6. Gift Exchange: Dean Winchester

Winter Blurb Masterlist

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Dean looked like a child on Christmas.

Well, that’s basically what he was. A man-child on Christmas morning.

He had even woken you up at 5:00 in the morning, by jumping up and down slightly on your shared bed, cheering and chanting about it being Christmas.

Even as you groaned and tried to bury your face back in your pillow, your boyfriend wouldn’t let up until you grumbled that you were up and dragged yourself out of bed.

Excitedly, he had taken your hand in his and practically dragged you to the living room, which housed the Christmas tree and a pile of presents you and the others had all gotten for each other.

“Dean, it’s too early for this.” You yawned, rubbing your eyes as you sank onto the couch.

He paid you no mind, bounding over to the tree and hurriedly scooping up a poorly wrapped present, and presenting it to you.

“I can’t help it, I wanna give you your gift.” He exclaimed, words coming out quickly in his excitement.

You blinked, suddenly more awake, “Oh,” You breathed out, heart melting a little at the thought of your boyfriend being so happy just to give you a gift.

“Here,” You rose to your feet and retrieved a gift, “I got one for you too, De.”

He clearly hadn’t been expecting that, but smiled nonetheless, seeming- if it was possible- even more excited.

“Let’s open them at the same time!” He suggested.

“Three, two, one.” You counted down, gently peeling back the paper as he ripped his own open.

“Oh. Oh, my.” You breathed out as soon as you opened it.

It was a beautiful locket, made of pure silver, with a picture of you and Dean within it.

It was a picture that Sam had taken a few months ago of you and his brother sitting on the couch you sat on now, your boyfriend's arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders as he was placing a kiss on the side of your head and you laughed loudly about one thing or another.

“Oh, Dean,” You hadn’t meant to tear up, “It’s- it’s beautiful.”

When you glanced up, though, your boyfriend held no more joy in his face, he was just staring down at his lap, the gift you had given him sitting there.

“De?” You asked cautiously, unsure of what was going on, “Are you alright?”

He just continued sitting, staring down silently at the gift.

Panic immediately swelled up inside of you, “Don’t worry if you don’t like it, you don’t have to. I can take it back-“

It was at that moment that Dean slowly raised his head to meet your eyes, your gazes locking instantly, “I- I love it.” He whispered, unshed tears lingering in his eyes.

Relief immediately poured from your mind and you relaxed, “Oh, good.” Was all you could muster up saying.

He gingerly picked up the gift.

Apparently you and your boyfriend had had similar ideas, because your gift was a photo album.

It had photos ranging from the two of you, to being with Cas, Sam, or Charlie, to even having photos from him as a kid.

Not only that, though, but on every couple pages, you had put in handwritten notes that the two of you had given each other over the years.

It had started off as a joke when you had first started dating, writing overly corny notes and leaving them in places for the other to find, but they had soon flourished into being deep, meaningful notes to one another.

And you had gathered up and collected up and put them in the album, showing not only the evolution of his life in pictures, but the evolution of your relationship in notes.

“Th-thank you,” He choked out as he flipped through the pages, before lifting his eyes to meet yours, “Seriously, thank you.”

“Oh, De,” You cooed, reaching over and gently cupping his cheek, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” He echoed in a whisper, moving forward and leaning his forehead against yours.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 1.5) Chapter Two

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Congregation

Summary: Sebastian and (Y/N) talk, and they face an angel.

            “As only boys are being chosen for the Heavenly Choir, the Young Master is the only one who could get close to the Founder,” said Sebastian as he, (Y/N), Ciel, and Grell regrouped after the…ordeal with the nun

            “Really?” said Grell perkily. The other three looked over at her, and their faces turned blank. Grell was wearing one of the uniforms the little boys had one, and it fit…really badly around her. “Entering the Heavenly Choir is something even I can do! So, does it suit me?”

            “Wah! I’ll become unclean!” wailed the little boy in just his undershorts.

            “You—!” began Ciel, but a sudden singing interrupted him.

            “Ah! The time of the Founder’s cleansing ritual has come!” said the little boy happily.

            “Cleansing?” (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. They were already feeling violent.

            “There is something else going on here,” said Sebastian. He had sensed it slightly when they arrived, but now it was here.

            “Is something wrong?” asked Ciel.

            “Nothing.” His eyes narrowed. “I just perceived the stench of an apple that has fallen to the ground and rotted through.”

            Rotten, thought (Y/N). That would explain why there was so much wrong here. An angel was lording over these people.

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            (Y/N), Sebastian, Ciel, and Grell sat in the back pew of the chapel as the people of the cult filed into the room. Candles lit the dais, the light flickering against the stained-glass windows. Finally, the Founder emerged in white robes, a hood covering his head.

            “Tonight,” he declared. “All sinful uncleanness will be purified before.”

            Two cult members took the robes off of new converts, leaving them bare before the watchers. Sigils were painting on their backs. Then, a cult member handed two books to the Founder.

            Doomsday Books, thought (Y/N). Or Cinematic Records. Or one and the same. “Are those Cinematic Records?” murmured (Y/N).

            Grell, who had her arms around (Y/N)’s arm (which (Y/N) was allowing only because Sebastian seemed oddly irritated, so (Y/N) decided he should feel a bit upset too after the nun incident), sighed. “We’re too far away to be sure.”

            Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. He was suspicious of the Founder, but he was also irked at Grell being so close to (Y/N). They didn’t like touch, so for them to be allowing Grell to be so close meant something. Sebastian’s hands twitched with the suppressed instinct to push Grell away from (Y/N). A filthy reaper shouldn’t be anywhere near them.

            “Let us read from the Doomsday Books of these impure, stray children,” said the Founder. “Jill Peasant, born the second daughter of a farmer, fell pregnant at the age of fifteen. Thomas Atkins. Though he hasn’t committed any noticeable evildoings, he let the years pass meaninglessly, and this is a grave sin.

            Jill and Thomas writhed in pain as shadows congregated around them. Darkness poured out from their bodies, and they cried out. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. This purification was torturing the humans. Unbidden, (Y/N) felt the pressure of water on their chest, familiar sensations of fighting for breath and ropes digging into skin coming back to them. Suddenly, Grell’s touch, even at the desire for Sebastian to be annoyed, was too much, and (Y/N) sharply pushed her off.

            Behind the pulpit, the stained-glass window glowed with golden light. Bits of Jill and Thomas’s lives played before the congregation.

            “Get rid of the immoral! Get rid of the useless! Get rid of the impure! Get rid of the unclean!” chanted the Founder.

            The picture of Jill and Thomas’s lives shattered to leave just the original window behind, and the pair writhed on the stone floor. The light faded behind them.

            “Now there is no impurity,” said the Founder. “We welcome our newly cleansed brethren!”

            “Founder! Founder!” The congregation cheered for him as Jill and Thomas were dressed. They followed the Founder and the new converts out of the room to celebrate, leaving the infiltrators alone.

            “This is strange,” said Grell. “The books that guy was carrying weren’t Cinematic Records.”

            (Y/N)’s nose twitched. So she had known when (Y/N) asked.

            “That should mean he has no power to see the past,” said Ciel.

            Sebastian eyes narrowed, and his gaze went to (Y/N). He was used to their eyes meeting as they both identified that the angel had something to do with this, but they weren’t looking at him.

            “Ah, you are still here!” said a soft voice. Three nuns stood in the doorway. (Luckily for them, none of them were the one Sebastian had slept with, which meant (Y/N) wasn’t contemplating their murder). “Heaven’s grace has been bestowed upon you! You have been chosen for the Heavenly Choir!”

            Gross, thought (Y/N). But they knew Sebastian (and they) would keep anything from happening to Ciel.

            “Come, follow us. You must be bathed and changed before meeting the Founder,” said a nun, taking Ciel by the arm.

            “Yes, you must be prepared,” said another, moving towards (Y/N).

            They stepped back and narrowed their eyes. They weren’t going anywhere near the Founder or they’d kill him before there was any information. “I’m fine.”

            “Nonsense, you must be cleansed,” said the nun.

            “Don’t touch me. I’ll take care of myself,” (Y/N) damn near hissed the words.

            “Ah…Very well,” said the nun, handing over a pile of clothes.

            (Y/N) took them and stormed into another room in irritation, nose twitching.

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            (Y/N) tched as they regarded the clothes. No way in hell were they dresses like a cult nun that was brainwashed. They promptly shred the clothes with a neat flick of their wrists.

            “(Y/N).”

            They turned to face Sebastian. “If you’re going to tell me I should be trying to blend in and go along with what the Founder wants to get information, please try to remember I don’t have to take orders from anyone here. I could leave without any guilt.”

            Sebastian picked up a scrap of the clothing and tossed it into a torch, letting it burn to ash. “I was going to say nothing of the sort. I rather agree with destroying this. You have no reason to be subservient to any human’s orders.” He took a step closer to them. “But do be wary. There is a rotten air to this ordeal.”

            (Y/N) understood. “The angel here.”

            “Yes,” said Sebastian. His eyes were somber. “This is not the first time someone obsessed with cleansing and purity has focused on you and the Young Master. If an angel is involved, there is danger.”

            (Y/N) could answer that they were capable. But they could see something in Sebastian’s eyes, so they just nodded. “I know.”

            Sebastian assessed their expression, and he felt himself relaxed slightly at their honesty. “Good.” The focus on the unclean had been directed at them and Ciel, and it frustrated Sebastian to not understand why yet, so he felt more protective that usual, both of his contract and the other demon. “We’ll be ready soon to get more information from the Founder.”

            “I certainly won’t be getting information your way,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes and turning away.

            Sebastian smirked. So, that was why they had been upset. How fascinating…

            “I should hope not. Humans aren’t worthy of any interest such as that,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) glanced back at him. “What?”

            “Humans are of no consequence to a demon,” said Sebastian. “Especially not ones like you or I.”

            The nun meant nothing. She was an afterthought.

            (Y/N) felt a satisfied grin spread across their face. “No. Humans are of no consequence.”

            “Precisely,” said Sebastian. A demon such as you, however… But that was for another time.

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            “Oh, what happened to the clothes we sent with you?” said a nun in disappointment when they saw (Y/N) still wearing the maid outfit.

            (Y/N) smiled darkly. “They didn’t fit.”

            “Oh, how unfortunate.” But the nuns took the answer and led (Y/N) and Ciel, who was wearing the outfit, back towards the chapel. Sebastian and Grell were kept behind.

            “We have brought them with us, Founder,” said the nuns to the Founder as he gazed down from the dais.

            “You may leave now,” said the Founder. The nuns bowed and left. The only one left was an attendant at the back of the dais.

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. The Founder was surrounded by the stench of death, rotting bodies. They were ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

            “How lovely for you to join us,” said the Founder. “I have long been expecting you, Ciel. And your name is (Y/N) this time, yes?” They just narrowed their eyes. “Come closer. I wish to speak with you.”

            (Y/N) and Ciel stepped up onto the dais. “It is a great honor to be chosen by the Founder himself,” said Ciel, actually playing the part.

            The Founder extended an arm and placed his hand on Ciel’s shoulder. (Y/N) tensed watchfully. “Let me read from the Book to you,” said the Founder. “Let me read you a book until you fall asleep.” Ciel’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move as the Founder’s hand went to his forehead. “Let us erase it…the sin you have personally given born to. Let us erase it here and now!”

            (Y/N) moved before the Founder could. They pulled Ciel behind them as the Founder lunged for the boy. In the same moment, Sebastian crashed through the window with Grell behind them. He had sensed Ciel’s distress. Seeing as Ciel was already safely behind a demon (which was a strange thought, but Sebastian knew (Y/N) would not harm the Earl), Sebastian glanced at his contract for an order.

            “Sebastian, this is an order! Kill him!” said Ciel.

            “Yes, my Lord.”

            Sebastian threw a silver knife, and it sliced through puppet strings and embedded in the Founder’s head. When the attendant moved towards Ciel and (Y/N), Sebastian tossed a knife in their direction as well. The cloak was torn into pieces, and white feathers floated into the air as the attendant jumped out of the robe and into the air.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes. “Angela.” Just as they and Sebastian had sensed.

            The angel smiled as she flew into the air.

            “W-Wait a minute!” cried Grell. “What is an angel doing in this world?”

            Angela smirked and flew around the group, grabbing Ciel. (Y/N) rounded on them, but Angela opened a book, and strips of film encircled (Y/N).

            “Hey! Now that’s a real Cinematic Record!” exclaimed Grell.

            Sebastian gritted his teeth angrily as the record was turned on him and strips of film grabbed at his limbs, binding him like (Y/N).

            “Grell! Use your Death Scythe!” ordered Sebastian.

            “Don’t be so hasty! I’m on it!” said Grell. Her Death Scythes were even smaller than the last time they’d seen each other.

            “What are those?” sighed (Y/N). Their hands were bound so they couldn’t use their claws, otherwise they’d slice through these before Grell could explain herself.

            “There’s nothing I can do about it!” whined Grell. “My Death Scythe was confiscated by Will the other day!”

            Angela smirked. “Then I shall take my leave.” She flew up higher and tugged on the records. (Y/N) was pulled into the air, bound. “Let me bring light to your darkness and cleanse the evil within you.” The window behind her glowed as it opened a portal to another plane of existence, and Angela dragged her captives towards it.

            “Young Master!” shouted Sebastian, straining against the records.

            Grell finally cut through the scraps of film. “I did it!”

            Sebastian lunged towards the portal. “(Y/N)!”

            “Sebastian!”

            The portal closed and left behind an empty chapel.

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Music Induced Trance:

TOPIC WARNING: hypnokink, detailed hypnotic ideas.

Lately I've thoroughly enjoyed listening to Kulning, Gnawa music, ancient Egyptian chanting, the original soundtrack of Runescape(Yes Runescape) and a few Shamanic Chantresses. It sparked a few ideas that I'd love to do for a scene or file.

The ideas that came to mind:

A Caregiver induces & fractionates their pet by humming them a beautiful melody. Changes to the melody such as, pitch changes, length of note suspension, volume change, speed, minor or major notes, and other things can correlate to a non-verbal instruction for the bottom. (ie: when the note is sustained, you sink deeper)

A Siren/group of Sirens seduce a sailor to abandon their course and detour through a magical cave or underwater world. Trapping them into being a prisoner to Their world.

A Deity hums and sings a hymn that brainwashes Their devotee to be Their perfect worshipper.

A sadistic Fairy lures a traveler into Her kinky cabin by kulning. The traveler must pass through the enchanted forest, but doesn't realize it's controlled by the Fairy. She watches in amusement as She makes them overcome obstacles and barely escape de*th just to get closer to Her.

A Caregiver empowers and snuggles Their little by singing affirmations. Perfect for after a tough day. They rub the little’s back, dropping them into restful trance and immersing their little in verbal love.

Something with Jigglypuff and a trainer! I don't have a full idea, I just think it could be cool to have pink dust and dress up like Jigglypuff lol

A time traveling lounge Singer seduces and brainwashes a group of patrons, at a modern restaurant.

I’m sure I’m forgetting some but these seems like lots of fun. I'd love to hear about anyone trying these, making their own idea or any resources for hypnotic singing!

Thanks🫶🏾

-Dr.Zzzz😋