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two-white-butterflies · 8 months ago

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★ — cassandra | thranduil

Description: Cassandra: shining upon man, a name bestowed by the mortals that surrounded your husband's kingdom. Being bestowed the gift of foresight, you have seen things in motion - that is until a tragedy happens. One that you did not foresee.

"What is it like to be a prophet? Everywhere Cassandra went she found that she was already there."

Pairing: thranduil/reader. (elrond's daughter)

Genre: angst [major character death]

Warning: I make my own timeline.

There were many things in the darkness that stayed unseen. The darkness plagued your dreams, a tangible darkness that watched in the background beside you as the events unfolded. As a child, the dreams were tame - Elladan breaking your mother's favorite vase or Elrohir scraping his knees while running down the halls.

When you grew older, the dreams turned grim. The tangible darkness that used to watch beside you now became a character of these dreams. It played in your head repeatedly; Greenwood marred by darkness, the elves fleeing to Valinor.

It haunted you.

"My child." Ada places a guiding hand on your shoulder. One of the few elves that shared your burden of foresight. "Darling," he whispered seeing the tears pool on the corners of your eyes.

Despite his gentle nudging, all attempts of reviving you from the drown - the trance does not break. You remain inside your dream. Elrond furrows his eyebrows, sensing fear and sadness in you.

"Does she wake?" Elladan leans on the doorframe.

This has been a common occurrence in the household. When the moon is in clarity, and the members in deep sleep - they get stirred awake by the sound of your tears - by the sound of objects falling from your room. "No," Elrond responds seeing your tight grip on the bedsheet - mumbling curses that he could not fathom.

A sigh escapes the younger twin's mouth.

He takes a step towards the bed, sitting beside the plump pillows that surrounded her body. "You must jump off the boat now," he mumbled, reaching for your clenched fists - opening it slowly. "When the rain comes we'll prepare the barrels, but awaken and enjoy the warmth of the sun." he pleaded.

Out of all the siblings, Elladan admired you the most. His oldest sister who had a gentle disposition and a caring voice. He did not like seeing you in pain; haunted by the inevitable.

Almost instantly, your eyes opened.

Father tries to calm you down but you are haunted. You tried to break free from the haunting, but something prevents you to speak. That tangible darkness that continued to hold you back.

You clawed at your forearm. In disbelief of what's to come.

"Naneth," you managed to whisper out. At the end of the night, you weren't alone in the haunting.

Soon after the prophecy, your father called for all his soldiers to trek the dangerous road that your mother was travelling on. Elladan tried to ask you questions, but there were no words that left your mouth. You tried to speak, tried to open your mouth - but no sound escaped.

'Everywhere Cassandra ran, she found that she was already there.'

A month later, Elladan and Elrohir arrived carrying the shell of your mother. All remnants of self-control leaves your body.

"She'll live. Your father is the greatest healer in all of Arda." your grandsire comforts, you burrow deeper into the sheets.

Celeborn takes a deep breath.

"There are scars that cannot be healed by time." the first time you spoke in months. You turned your body to look at him. Seeing the very same fear, sadness and anger in his eyes.

There were titles bestowed to people with deceased parents. There were titles bestowed to people with deceased lovers. But there were no titles bestowed to those with deceased children, for they shall be title-less and the greatest honors be taken away.

The following day, mother left for the Grey Havens. She left no comforting words or letters, but she kissed your foreheads in the middle of the night and father escorted her to the shores.

"My child," Galadriel smiles warmly, seeing you leaning on the doorframe as she broke her fast with your siblings. "- sit, you must eat." her voice was filled with tenderness.

Then suddenly memories of your mother's imprisonment flash through your eyes - your appetite is ruined for years to come. Galadriel tries to open her mouth again but you run away.

You run away from the dreams that plague your mind.

"Will she be alright?" Arwen inquires. They were used to your terrible dreams, even admired the times that you'd push through with a smile on your face, but this reaction was new to them.

Fleeing and disassociating with reality.

With their mother gone and their oldest sister drowning.

The family was lost too.

Lady Galadriel takes a sip of her tea, watching as her good-son attempts to mask his sorrow. That's what they were all doing, anyways. Hiding their grief because it's much easier than facing the truth, that Celebrian is in the Grey Havens and they are alone.

Alone again.

Alone until they decide to flee; it will be a long time. It will take centuries and thousands of years.

"She must come with me." she breathes.

Elrond's eyebrows merge together. "My daughter must stay here." he argued, not wanting another member of his family to be out of reach.

"She dreamt of her mother. She's seen the atrocities of which Celebrian refuses to speak of - I know that you have experience with this too but her dreams are different, not detached verses of massacres and war but personal deaths. She needs my help, and the love that I bare for her is deep and true. I feel her pain." Galadriel continues. She wanted to protect you. Forever.

"- my daughter was scarred, wounds inflicted upon her soul. I fear that these dreams may happen again, that she may dream of a future that we cannot see - and we'll lose her." she whispered.

Elrond reluctantly agrees with Galadriel's plan.

Your father was right!

Lothlorien filled you with tranquility. A feeling of safety that you've lost to the abyss. It felt like your mother's embrace, caging you and preventing the fall. Lady Galadriel continued monitoring you - keeping the darkness at bay, ensuring that you wouldn't remember your dreams even if they were to happen at night.

Soon after, happiness returned.

One night, while you were sleeping - your dreams were able to seep through the web of your grandmother's enchantment, and you dreamt of an elven-prince.

He was fair in the face, his hair was long and golden. He wore a crown of flowers and his voice was like honey to the ear. His name was Prince Thranduil of Greenwood, and he was to be yours.

(AMON LANC)

"What causes your joy, meleth?" Thranduil wraps his arms around your waist, allowing the moonlight to illuminate your features.

"I remembered something." you hummed, burying your face in his chest. The smell of vanilla and sandalwood invades your nose. You continued inhaling his scent, a scent that reminded you of home. "Pray tell," he whispered - allowing the peace to settle in your chambers. "The birth of our twins," you smiled.

The happiest day of your life. Erynlas and Legolas were born, they were born in the longest summer of Greenwood. Your father told you that it was a good omen, that your children would bring good harvest. The locals of Laketown were quick to send gifts down the river for the elfling, and all was well in Arda.

"I remember your panic-stricken face." you pointed out, he responded with a small chuckle. "I was afraid, but seeing our children brought relief." he admitted.

"We must enjoy it while it lasts. I remember Elladan and Elrohir, they grew up swiftly and my parents were left longing for the days when they were elflings." you continued. "Our children inherited your gentle disposition," he noted.

"- and none of your petulance." you were quick to retort.

"None yet." he smiled, as if knowing something that I didn't.

There was silence between them; the kind of silence that persevered between two people who understood one another.

"You were dreaming, yesterday." he opened his mouth, unable to see your face that was buried in his chest. "Dreaming about what?" you raised an eyebrow, long having forfeited the power of remembering your dreams. "You were mumbling things, kept saying 'no'." he reported, concern was evident in his features.

As much as you tried to remember the dreams, you couldn't.

"Was it your foresight that made you dream such?" he inquired. Your eyebrows merged together, and that familiar tightness on your chest returned. What if something was to happen on your family?

You had to exhaust every possible option to keep them safe. "I-I don't know, but it could've been just a nightmare." you comforted him. You pulled away from his embrace, opting to stare at his face.

"- and if it wasn't then I promise to keep us safe." you promised.

"I promise the same." he vowed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "- but you must rest, for we shall have an early morning tomorrow." he noted, reminding you that you were about to leave Amon Lanc to escape the darkness that wished to take hold of Greenwood.

You awakened in the middle of the night. Lifting the covers off your body, you frowned, not seeing your husband so you decide to tiptoe towards the children's rooms. A groan escapes your mouth, feeling that horrible headache forming at the back of your head. Could this be? This must be another one of your dreams.

Your husband was telling you about the words that escaped your mouth whilst sleeping. Was the truth about to reveal itself?

You walked through the empty hallways, seeing no guards on their post. Peculiar. Your hands danced through the fabric of the tapestries that littered the walls. Weaves of forests and elves.

Even art created by Thranduil.

You entered the Twins' bedroom, seeing them slumber peacefully in their beds. Erynlas, the heir, inherited your husband's features. Her long flowing locks and piercing blue eyes, a copy of your husband.

Legolas, was the same, although he had your eyes and your demeanor. He was always patient, allowing his sister to play with his toys, not shedding a single tear when she grabs it from his hands.

You pressed a kiss to both of their foreheads.

If this was a dream, then why isn't anything happening?

Have your dreams evolved to find a different form? That tangible darkness wasn't watching or standing beside you. The darkness wasn't in this room. Have you found peace?

You shouldn't have spoken too soon, because a second later a dagger was pressed to her neck. "Look what I've found," the human opened his mouth with a chuckle. They were mercenaries. You've seen that crest before, but you couldn't remember where.

"Idiot, the bounty says that we're supposed to kill the prince." the other man rolled his eyes, but the man holding a dagger to your neck chuckled. "I think this ones an elf, a princess methinks." he took a slice of your neck, allowing little blood to trickle down your nightgown.

This scene has already played before, in your dreams, but you couldn't remember it - you couldn't remember until it's already happened. And wherever you went, you found that you were already there. "I wonder how much they'd pay for her head." he pondered.

"The Lurgburz would give us a fortune, but we were sent here to kill an heir. She is not an heir." the other man responded. You wanted to speak, but the darkness prevents you from raising your voice. 'I am an heir too. Lord Elrond's.' but the visions make you mute.

There were tears spilling out of your eyes. You felt weak. Hopeless against them.

"Then let's kill the prince's heir. Much easier than killing the prince. He's a great warrior, I've heard and if his wife's awake. Won't he be awake too?" the man continued holding the dagger on your neck.

"Which means that we have to make this quick." the other man reached for the dagger in his pockets. "Which one's the heir?" the man stared at you, and he'll forever be haunted by that look in your eyes. Red, wide, in fear.

"No," you mumbled watching as the other man stands in the middle of their cribs. "If you don't tell us then we'll kill them both." he threatened and air runs out of your lungs.

"No," you continued to mumble. They found joy in toying with you. They found joy in threatening a creature that was older than them. The other man lifted Erynlas' blankets, seeing a pink nightgown on her body. "This one's the heir," the other man stated.

"We should kill the boy, a boy is more valuable than a girl." the man surmised, forcing his mortal standards unto your elvish ones. "No, not the boy." you whispered - your subconscious knowing something that your conscious mind didn't.

Your subconscious knew that Legolas was the key to Arda's freedom. That he'd be a part of the Fellowship, and thus, he couldn't die. "She speaks," the other man teased, raising his dagger pointing it on your daughter's neck. And the tangible darkness that used to haunt you, that used to watch beside you, became a guiding hand.

Told you to grab Legolas and run.

The man's grip on you softened, he walked towards your daughter's crib. "No, no...." you mumbled, staring at the room once covered with leaves and little toys that you bought from Laketown.

You reluctantly reach for Legolas in his bed. Lifting him off the mattress while he continued his slumber. The darkness told you that Erynlas was born to die, while your son was born to live.

You walked down the stairs, about to return to your chambers but the darkness stops you from doing that. Instead leading you towards King Oropher's chambers. You open his doors - to your surprise they weren't locked tonight.

King Oropher stirs awake, seeing a figure enter his chambers. "Good morrow?" he paused, thinking that it was his handmaidens that had come to wake him. But once his vision turns back to normal, he realizes that it was you - and he sees the tears in your eyes, lips mumbling words that he could not fathom.

He repeats your name, seeing you sit on the floor - rocking your body back and forth. He was about to speak again, but you prevent him from doing so. "They took the heir." you cried out - unable to even speak like a mother, in fear, forced to speak like your perpetrators.

A/N: Made for my own self-indulgence. Inspired by EP1 of HOTDS2.

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ask-elliot-doorman-fam · 4 months ago

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Pain (Tera Doorman Character Study)

(Hey! Mod here! I've decided to dump these character studies here instead of my main, it just makes more sense. I promise it's the last bit of angst for her... moving onto other members of the cast next.)

The solver is a perfectly fine condition to live with 85% of the time, Tera thinks. It's made her tall, given her access to weapons and abilities she otherwise wouldn't have, and keeps her connected to the rest of her family.

Sure it has downsides. She overheats faster, is kinda scary looking compared to other drones. And there's… the rage. But she feels fine most of the time.

Most of the time…

Because there's one more- much more physical downside.

It starts in the morning, the creaking and groaning of her frame as she gets up to start the day, most of it is simply the overwork of her joints, it's a busy day of school, then patrol, and sometimes she'll pull an all nighter or two…

The majority of the time, the stiffness works out as she gets moving, something not even noticed as she goes about her daily activities.

But sometimes…. sometimes it doesn't.

Those are the days where she wakes up with her back- her wing scars, stinging and sensitive like they're fresh, her back and shoulders sore and aching- and those are the bad days.

Where any minor touch to her back sends jolts of pain to her core, even the rubbing of her clothing sets it off, leading to less layers- or no layers of she can get away with it. If it's a lazy day, it's not so bad; it's just her hanging out shirtless in her room until the sensitivity dies down.

If it's not a lazy day, it sucks a little more. School has the desk digging into her back, her clothes are irritating at best, and patrols are an inch shy of driving her crazy; especially if there's actually something to fight. But it's still manageable.

And then there are the really bad days…

Where she'll wake up overheating, clammy and still exhausted. The scars that marked her wings becoming seeping wounds, inflamed and angry, bleeding out onto her bedsheets and soaking through her clothes.

Which leads us into now, her ripping off her pajama shirt with extreme prejudice as her back leaked oil, closing her eyes as her hands tremble and she bites her lip to keep from voicing the scream that wants to claw it's way out of her throat.

On the really bad days, it becomes something she can't hide, despite her efforts. School's a no go, if someone even politely touches her shoulder it would end in her upping her body count against her will. Patrols and Hunts were similarly impossible- combat is rough with two open wounds on your back.

So she calls in sick, strips, and lays belly down in utter misery until her own body decides it's done mauling her back and they heal back over, letting her continue her life normally.

Which is what she's doing now, listening to music with her head hanging off the side of the bed, writhing in pain. Four different fans blowing on her from different directions to keep her temperature down, and a stockpile of oil N had put put for her the second he'd caught wind of one of her “Bad Days.”

There's a knock on the door.

“Hey Jellybean. How's it going?” It's Uzi, she walks in without waiting for Tera to answer, making her roll her eyes and grumble.

“That's a dumbass question.” Tera snapped, feeling her scars throb with a wave of pain. “Sorry. That was rude.” She apologizes a second later.

“Yeah, but it was a valid answer.” Uzi just hums, not insulted in the slightest. “Guess it hasn't let up any?” She asks, using the solver to pick up any carelessly thrown articles of clothing.

“No.” Tera grumbles back, muffled under the pillows she's stuffed her head in.

“Do you need anything?” Her mother asks, and Tera can't help but smile a little.

“I'm okay. It'll be over soon.” Is her response, it's deadpan, thankfully Uzi speaks angsty teen.

“Mm. “I'm okay" is a complete lie. I'm sitting here watching you writhe like you got kicked in the core.” Uzi said back, very much feeling like she was having a conversation with herself; but younger and somehow even more angsty.

“Be better if I had no nagging.” Tera grunted, giving her mom an impressive side eye. Uzi just chuckled, “That's fair…”

“Just shout if you need anything okay?” Uzi said softly, walking up to her much taller daughters figure laying on the bed and pressing a light kiss on her forehead.

“Ew gross.” Tera mumbled, but her tail still wagged regardless. “I'm literally almost eighteen.”

“Yeah? Tough, if I'm able to take care of you you bet your ass I am.” Uzi snapped back, “I'm your mom, it's my job.”

She then sighed again, “Try and get some sleep, I know you didn't get any, okay?”

Uzi ruffled her daughters hair, she hadn't bothered putting it up that morning, so it just hung around her limply.

“Yeah. I'll Try, thanks mom.” Tera replied, as Uzi walked out; fresh pile of laundry suspended in the air above her with the solver.

It took a couple of minutes before she decided to wrangle herself out of bed, she was starting to be able to feel the oil stick to her back, so it was time to wash off… great.

She got to the bathroom, already wearing nothing but a pair of shorts she'd probably stolen from Rad at some point, and sat on the stool there.

A drone bathroom was different then a human one, no toilet for starters, but there was a washbasin, really just a big wooden tub filled with collected rainwater and heated with salvaged heating coils.

She grabbed a rag and braced herself, dousing it in warm water before reaching back and beginning to wipe away the oil.

She winced, making a pained hum as the rag made contact, pushing more oil up to the surface and running down her silicone. She took a deep breath- and kept going.

It was a slow process, filled with whimpers and grunts of pain and small breaks to catch her breath. It would have probably been leagues better if she had someone to help, but she didn't trust anyone else to not be too rough, or even see her like this to be frank.

When she was done, the rag was stained with black and red and the washbasin had a thin veneer of oil shimmering on the top and she sighed and held her visor.

Most days were better.

Today was not.

#murder drones #tera doorman #character study #angst #theres blood #but not a lot #uzi doorman #nuzi fankid

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years ago

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Final Bids: Love Wins [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: (20) A loved-up Loki has a surprise or two for you in his chambers. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Hostile Fluff. Language. Biker! Loki 'fit cameo. (w/c 3.8k)

You and Loki hadn't stop kissing from the moment the elevator closed to the moment it slid open on the sixty-fifth floor. You had run out the main doors of the event suite with the stares of bemused looking spectators following you, the crowd parting. There was no looking back as Loki’s fingers grasped your own, knitted tightly.

He was still bare-chested, the button of his trousers still undone. Hair was wild, cheeks hot, smiles wide as cat-calls and ringing shouts of ‘finally’ followed far beyond the lavish foyer.

Your searching hands clawed at his naked back as he pressed you against the glass wall of the lift. Floor disappeared below, winding higher as you moaned into his open mouth.

“Come on…” he muttered, eyes flashing with mischief before yanking you out the open elevator doors and around the corner towards his rooms. His sanctuary. He strode ahead, making you teeter on your heels as you tried in vain to keep up. With an impatient growl, he spun - lifting you effortlessly around his hips. You gasped, a giggle escaping as his features retained their set determination. “You were taking too long. As usual. ” he growled, taking several more strides before slamming your back against his front door.

Loki’s hand at your back blanketed the impact as his lips ravenously enveloped your own. The god’s tongue swept inside your mouth, a mewl sneaking from your throat as you turned to messy putty beneath his possessive wiles. Somewhere, there was a low beep. The door fell open. Loki stumbled inside, holding you steady with one strong arm. His tongue never left your mouth as you groaned against him, his furiously hard cock pressing eagerly against your inner thigh. Reluctantly, he lowered you the floor, spinning you gently to face the room beyond the entryway. You gaped, taking in the lavish dark furnishings you had only imagined as you touched yourself beneath your bedsheets in the dead of night. Thick velvet curtains hung closed against the windows; green, of course. The scent of rich mahogany filled the air, shy curls of smoke wafting from dozens of candles set on the bookshelves which lined the living room. A fireplace that you were entirely sure wasn't to code suddenly roared to life in the corner. To your right, you could just see a sliver of a majestic bed-frame through the crack of a door. Looking back to the room at hand, you suddenly realised you had company. Of sorts. Nine mannequins were placed in a semi-circle at the far corner of the room, giving them the look of some sort of macabre council. Loki’s warm breath fanned your ear as he stooped to speak, noting your interest. “Do they bring back fond memories, darling?” he purred, making you shiver. The wetsuit, the biker ensemble, the kilt, the fencing pants, the captain’s uniform, the slutty caftan, the Tudor king, the wolf fur, the holy vestments – they were all here. “I thought you would appreciate a reminder of our journey together on this auspicious occasion.” he whispered slowly, measuring your reaction. You giggled, throwing a glance over your shoulder before moving towards them to investigate. “What would you have done with these if I’d not...you know, done what I did downstairs?” “Burn them, obviously.” “Obviously.” you replied dryly, pinching the edges of the wetsuit and running your fingers down thoughtfully. It feels like so long ago. “Although I was quietly confident that my masterplan would yield fruit.” he smirked, perching elegantly on the armrest of hi sofa. “Master-plan...” you scoffed derisively, gravitas quashed by the unshakeable grin stretched across your face. “Keep telling yourself that, Laufeyson.” Minutes passed as you inspected each piece while Loki watched in silence, a gentle smile on his lips.

“I thought I would allow you a choice of attire for us to consummate our truce.” he said, slowly rising and circling behind as you paused in front of the ravaged kilt hanging on its holder. "Truce? How romantic." you murmured sarcastically, hearing the tap of his dress shoes against the mahogany floor. The mannequins were an exact replica of Loki’s frame, you realised, running your hand down the rough woollen sash. You shivered, remembered the sight of his war-stained features surfacing between your spread thighs on the wet battlements. Loki’s hips pressed against your ass, his hard stomach moulding to the shape of your spine as he loomed behind you. “Can’t you see which one I’d choose, the whole mindreading-whatever-it-is?” you said absent-mindedly, snapping a long strap of the fencing pants for effect. Loki chuckled. “Oh, that." Loki drawled. "With some difficulty, I fashioned an enchantment so that I cannot see too deeply. I have cut myself off, as it were. It is only an aura of your mood that I have access to – and nothing to be done about that. Unless your love for me wanes, of course.” You turned, unable to disguise your shock. “What?! Since when?” Loki's features twisted in an apologetic grimace. “At the faire...I began to delve too deeply. I knew that you did not approve, I felt...guilty." He paused, surprised at his own revelation. "Was I wrong?” he added, brows slanted. “No I just…” you started sheepishly, biting your lip. Your eyes widened. “But some of the things you said in Rome, the little comments, the-” “About you wanting me, you mean?” Loki scoffed gently. He shook his head. “Any fool could see that, darling. My brother, for one.” You turned away, closing you eyes as you tried to process how unbearably in love with him you were. It felt like your heart would burst from your chest. He really is full of surprises. “You could have told me.” you said with a feigned air of annoyance, fingering the intricate embroidery of the sheer caftan. “And lose my advantage in our little tirades? I think not, Agent.” Loki purred, eyes burning with mischief. “Besides, I do not need magical abilities to read you.” You could feel his soundless approach, the warmth of his bare chest inches from your back. “Now choose, please.” he whispered, a wandering hand slipping around your waist. Your palm slid up his cheekbone from behind, pressing him against the crook of your neck. “I don’t need a costume, Loki” you whispered, turning. “I just need you.” The god chuckled into your hair. “Are you sure they didn’t help pave the way to your heart? I thought it would be...romantic.” You rolled your eyes. “Well they didn’t hurt.” You ran your eyes down the white captain’s uniform pressed neatly against its mannequin. “But really…” you said, sliding your palm over Loki’s shoulders. “I just want you, Loki. All of you.” The god’s brow furrowed, a bob in his throat as his mind fought to catch up. “I see.” he managed to say, catching on his tongue. There was a pause, as Loki’s stare searched yours. “Is it really so hard to believe?” you said, cupping his jaw. “That I love you?” Loki nodded once, his gaze lowered, lashes spread in a perfect fan against his skin.

“Why?” you whispered, knowing the answer. But it seemed important that he say it. He swallowed.

“You must understand I have never been most people’s favourite person. In this realm or any other. ” he said bitterly, avoiding your eyes as he twirled a strand of your hair around his finger. “Anyone’s favourite person, in truth. To be loved. It is rather a strange concept to me.” His eyeline staggered upwards, reluctantly meeting your gaze. “But I am trying.” “I know. I’m sorry about all the red stuff – the dress was an accident but the bra and the g-string I didn’t know-” Loki’s finger pressed to your lips. “Do not apologise.” he murmured. “Just promise me that you shall not lie with him when you tire of me.” You couldn’t help the gasp of laughter that erupted against his finger. “Tire of you?” you choked. “I don’t think that’s likely.” Loki raised an eyebrow, making your features straighten. “But I promise, I will not…” you wrinkled your nose, “...lie with Thor.” The god nodded regally, accepting your pledge. The tips of his cheekbones had flushed palest pink. “I love you.” you said softly, capturing his fingers as they brushed your collarbone. “I love you.” he replied with a shy smile. His voice was rich and warm, the tenor sinking into your soul like salve. “But it is more than that…” he added mysteriously, his tone deepening. You felt the familiar zing of arousal between your thighs, the eroticism of his power building in earnest. “I have burned for you, every cell of my being yearning uncontrollably since the moment you first cut me with that sharp tongue.” he murmured, sweeping hair from your neck. “It is a need, an obsession. And the obsession of a god is not easily swayed. I hope you are prepared for that.” His parted lips danced across your shoulder, as your hands slid beneath his armpits and between the muscled blades. “I could not bear to think that you would never be mine-” he growled, “not after all the times before, and never like this...never as-” “-Real.” you gasped, as he placed a gentle bite on the curve of your neck, a deep moan filling the space. “Real.” he echoed quietly, before placing a soothing kiss on the mark he had left. “I could not bear it.” His eyes met with yours, glassy with emotion. “I thought...that the only way to harvest the passion I desperately craved from you was-” “-by being an asshole?” you postured, raising your brows. Loki smiled sheepishly. “You gave as good as you got, darling.” he murmured, his hand beginning to toy with the zip of your dress. “Better, some might say.” you gasped, feeling the tug of your seams coming loose. “In your dreams, Agent.” Loki whispered, as your dress pooled around your ankles. “And besides…” he quipped, walking you backwards through the living room towards the king bed next door. “One cannot accuse us of being predictable.” “Perish the thought.” you said, as the back of your knees hit the firm mattress. Loki lowered his chin to his chest, the fire in his eyes that burned right before he fucked you smouldering with new intensity. “My love…” he hummed, possessively sliding his hands over your ass and squeezing. “My love.” you responded with a gasping groan, the curve of your lips cresting each vowel like a breaking wave. “Choose one.” he growled, a ragged moan vibrating in his chest as he slipped his hand inside your panties. “I must insist. For old times sake.”

Your eyes flickered to the row of mannequins just visible outside the door. “The b-biker…” you stammered, as Loki’s digits began to play lazily against your soaking slit. “Mmm” he hummed, knowingly. “I’m sure the garments for that particular ensemble isn’t the only thing you desire from it, my love?” My love. You would never tire of those words from his lips. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks as Loki’s suit trousers began to turn to scuffed black denim beneath your touch. The fingers digging into his back suddenly had a thin layer of fabric between his flesh and yours; the scent of old oil wafting from the cotton. Cool, heavy metal swung against your chest as he shoved you playfully back onto the bed, watching as a familiar vintage leather jacket unfurled over his torso. The god chuckled, seeing your legs widen as you drew your feet onto the mattress; sinking into the thick crispness of his duvet. He ran a hand through his hair, a trail of seidr rendering it wild. Your breath skipped as you saw the outline of the deep scar through his eyebrow form, ink flourishing on both sets of his knuckles. C.H.A.O.S. You shuddered, ass clenching. The crossed daggers flourished in all their glory over his heart, the edges faded as old tattoos do. Loki’s fingers toyed teasingly with the buckle of the studded belt, hanging sluttishly around his hips. “Do you want me to be a bad boy, Agent?” he growled, untamed hair falling in waves against his sharp cheekbones. “You’re always a bad boy.” you purred, making Loki wink before he cleared his throat. “Well, I better not disappoint then.” he postured, sinking into character as he lowered himself on top of you. The leather creaked against his biceps as he braced, the stretch making you clench as he descended on your mouth in a mess of teeth and tongue. You thrust upwards, the thin fabric of your wet gusset colliding with his belt buckle. Loki chuckled, scooping you upwards. He knelt on the bed, ass resting on his worn combat boots; shifting so only one of his denim-clad thighs sat between your spread legs. “Use me.” he rumbled, lowering his chin as he began to rock your hips back and forth. Friction made delicate skin sizzle as he set your pussy alight, every whimper met with enthusiastic sighs of pleasure and praise. “That’s it, darling…” he groaned as you grasped at his hard cock beneath the tight denim. Searching.

He was a mess of adulation, words unsaid for too long spilling from his lips with every flame of climax blossoming in your belly. “I’m for your pleasure, now.” he gasped, gyrating his hips as you rocked against his thigh. “Always...take it. Take i-it, my love. It’s y-yours. I’m..f-fuck, I’m yours.” Your nails dug into the leather covering his shoulders, marking the soft material as you came undone against him. “Loki...y-yes..uhhh” you moaned into his open mouth as he gazed up at you, rough ebony curls thrown back. One of your hands fell to his chest, catching on the loop of the pendant hanging against his heart. The slicing angle of Loki’s jaw was poised, lips parted. His eyes were wide, brow creased as you came with a grateful cry of his name. He continued to guide your hips back and forth while your grip tightened and then relaxed. You burrowed your face in the curve of his neck, noting the musk of Croatian alcohol and smoky bars that still clung there. “I do so love watching you cum…” he murmured shyly, as you began to pull wantonly at his belt buckle. “Well I love watching you cum” you said, pressing your lips together in a coy smile. “So I guess that works out, doesn’t it?” Loki’s hand ran through your hair, tugging your head back before he placed a messy suck to the pulse point. “Mine.” he growled breathily, as your fingers raced to undo his belt. “Leave it…” he muttered, making your hands fly to his leather jacket, forcing it roughly over his shoulders. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, the low thump of his combat boots hitting the floorboards making your whole body shiver. He shuffled backwards, standing at the foot of the bed.

“Are you ready, love?” he muttered seductively. You nodded, your feral desire barely contained as you bounced on your knees. Instinctively your fingers rubbed his violently hard cock through the rough denim, feeling for metal. The god hissed as your fingers caught against the tip. "Oh, it's there." Loki purred knowingly, whipping the belt from its holster and slowly rolling down the zip. You licked your lips, seeing the majesty of his pierced cock bob into view. Wordlessly you leant forwards, sucking the moist head of his manhood against your tongue with a calculated swirl. You tugged the silver barbell, flicking. Loki whimpered, steadying himself against the bedpost. “F-fuckk, darling…” he gasped quietly. “I shall n-never be prepared for that.”

The metal balls of his piecing were cool against the heat of your mouth, rolling them against your searching tongue as he groaned above you. A metallic taste rose against the warmth of his sweetness, the god's musk swirling intoxicatingly against the sharp tang of steel. Saliva leaked out the sides of the join, letting it coat his cock as you slid back and forth, sucking gently. Your lips tightened, the stroke of your hand against his thick, slippery shaft making his hips jolt. “Won’t l-last l-long…gods-” he rasped, gently winding the hand not steadying him into your hair.

Your own whoreish moans burned deep in your eardrums, mouth stuffed with his girth as you felt him begin to tremble. “D-don’t stop…” he panted, as you increased your pace. “Do you w-want me to cum in your...fuckkk-your mouth, p-precious one?” Loki stammered with difficulty, his breath catching as his hips began to tremble. You groaned enthusiastically, vibrations making his balls tighten. You heard a low crack of wood, Loki’s grip making the wooden bedpost split beneath it. A thundering moan ripped from above, hot cum flooding your tongue; dripping down your throat as you swallowed against the tip of his thick cock.

You released him with a messy pop, tugging once more at the piercing while gazing up at the dishevelled god with pure love. His bliss-drunk eyes lazily searched your face, hovering on the slick of his delicious cum coating your lips. He licked his own. “We can do the rest later, don’t worry.” you cooed, sitting up on your knees as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Loki chuckled, delicate skin creasing at the corners of his eyes. “Ah! About that-” he smouldered, before falling forwards and pinning you beneath him on the bed. “Gods have a very short refractory period. I’m delighted to inform you that we can fuck endlessly, if that is your desire.” There was a mischievous glint in his eye as he watched your jaw drop.

“You mean all this time we could have done it twice?” “More than twice, darling.” he jibed, feigning offence. “But to be frank, typically the mood had been ruined by one of your mid-coital insults by that point.” “My insults?!” you huffed, feeling his cock growing hard again against your thigh. Loki kissed you deeply, making your back arch as you felt the tingle of his seidr evaporate the rest of his biker clothes. He slid a finger through your folds, moaning appreciatively. “Wet, warm...perfect.” he muttered, curls grazing against your cheeks. You felt the metal balls of his piercing on the wide tip nudge against your entrance, the coolness tingling against your heat. Twin moans filled the air as he squeezed himself past the tight opening, Loki’s eyes rolling back before they fluttered closed. He bottomed out with a low pant of pleasure, a final thrust of his hips making the metal spheres tug against your deepest walls. The metal stud fastened to Loki’s pubic mound pulled gently against your clit, every slow roll of his hips making you rock into him. “Loki...f-fuck, I’d f-forgotten-oh god..oh g-god.” you panted, as his knees widened on the bed. The base of his flat stomach was pressed to your own, the thick veins running along his biceps bulging as he thrust into you in mind-altering waves. “Let yourself go, my love...there is no limit anymore. Not with us.” he praised, as your fingertips sank into the taut muscle of his ass. Effortlessly, Loki raised himself from his forearms; angling his hips so only the tip of his cock remained inside your wet cunt. “Loki...please” you begged, squirming beneath him. He smirked, beginning to make small thrusts against your g-spot. Your head slid back against the pillow, back arching. “Fuck-Loki...y-yess oh-god.” It caressed the swollen spot inside you, tingling with the urge to burst while the piercing rubbed on either side. It was heaven. “Cum for me, lov-ve.” he murmured, his voice breaking on the final syllable. Your hands fell back against the pillows, fingers curling around the antique brass railings of his bed-frame. Loki growled through shallow pants, his large palms cupping the joint of your hips as he guided you back and forth on his mighty cock. “C-come in me, Loki…” you whined, chin pointed to the ceiling as every muscle in your body screamed for release. "Own me, you fucking own me."

You were a writhing mess of pure sex, every swing of his hair; every harsh exhale of air from his throat a primal cacophony of lust and love. Both of your moans grew louder, the slap of his balls against your skin driving you over the edge as he unravelled. There was a sudden rush, a burning thrill of flooding climax as Loki’s shallow pants of praise blossomed to a thundering roar. The groan of his name from your throat was primal; threatening to shake his books from their shelves.

The god's breaths slowed, melting against you in a wet kiss before rolling to the side. His head hit the pillow with a muted thump. “Have I ever told you, that you're the best fuck I’ve ever had?” he panted. “No, I don’t think you mentioned it.” you quipped, resting your chin on his heaving chest. “That would be too complimentary, you were too busy trying to make my life hell.” Loki rolled his eyes with a smirk, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “As I said on our first tryst, darling...indifference is the true insult.” He squeezed you tighter, before the amused smile faded. “There is one more past outfit I must show you.” he said tentatively, before frowning. “Return to you, actually.”

You sat up, propped on your elbows. “Oh?” you muttered, raising an eyebrow. “Although I have made one notable alteration.” he added, raising a hand and waving it gracefully in the air. A bright shimmer appeared at the foot of the bed, rolling downwards to reveal silken fabric fluttering suspended in the air. “Oh my god…” you whispered, eyes wide. The red dress that Loki had ripped with his hands and teeth from your body while he fucked you to oblivion in a jealous rage the night of the shareholder’s party swayed in front of you. Loki flicked his fingers, making it dance in the air.

It was immaculate, even by his standards of repair. Except now, it was a rich emerald green. “Loki-” you started, feeling a lump in your throat. Gently, his fingers tipped your chin to face him. “You have made me a better man, Agent.” he said slowly, enunciating every word. “Are you sure about that? I’m not sure Clint would agree. Or Amanda, actually.” you smirked, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. “And enough with the ‘Agent’, you know how much it annoys me.” Loki laughed softly, sighing as he stretched his naked legs across the sheets. “Ah, so you heard about Barton.”

You let your eyes wander up his endless limbs, admiring the curve and dip of each perfectly carved muscle. “He put in a complaint with Tony.” you said, making Loki nodded sagely, lips pursed. The fact that Tony had, of course, told everyone, did not need to be stated to be understood. There was a pause. "And by the way, where is Thor getting a spare two million from to pay for you?" Loki smirked, rolling towards you with a fist propped innocently beneath his temple. "He's been putting off offers for a raunchy photoshoot with a well-known underwear brand for years, darling. I wouldn't worry." "Sorry, what was that you were saying about being a better man?" you goaded, holding back a laugh. “Well, our misplaced animosity may not have been the smoothest path to encouraging a reformation of my admittedly devilish character-” Loki said thoughtfully, nestling his nose against the tip of your cheekbone. “-but your love might.” You swung a leg over his hips, enjoying the exaggerated oof he released as you settled your core to his stomach. Your palm cupped his face, smoothing the silk of his jaw with your thumb. Loki tilted his head, raven curls a mess of tangles against the white pillowcase. “You’ll still always manage to irritate me, you know.” you said, as a smile played at Loki’s lips. "Just because I love you, doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you." In a flash, Loki had you on your back, giggling beneath him as the warm comfort of his solid frame pressed to yours. “Likewise, my love-' he sighed happily against your sex mussed hair. He placed a firm kiss on your temple, thumb pushing back strands of damp hair from your forehead. “-And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A/N - Thank you SO SO MUCH for coming with me on this journey. What started with a humble slutty wetsuit has blossomed into our beloved arsey, impossible Loki and stubborn Agent and I hope you're as happy with this ending as I am :) There will be a lil Epilogue (coming soon) Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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thebadgerclan · 2 years ago

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Protect You

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Even the demon will protect you...

A/N: not requested, but I love this idea lol

He was drenched in sweat, trembling in your arms. You dabbed at his forehead with a cool cloth, gently rocking him back and forth. This was arguably the worst part of when the demon came out: coming back to himself. The demon took such a large toll on Nikolai’s mind and body, and he was exhausted when he came back.

He stirred, moaning softly. “Kolya?” you said, cupping his cheek. “Darling, are you back with me?” The King slowly blinked his eyes open, only calming when he saw you. “Y/N?” “Yes, love, it’s me. How are you feeling?” You helped him to sit up, pressing a glass of water into his hand. “Oh, you know…like a demon clawed its way out of my soul. Nothing new.”

You rolled your eyes, but pressed a kiss to his forehead. “So,” Nikolai said once he’d finished his water. “What’s the damage this time around?” You were silent for a moment, which raised Nikolai’s suspicion. “Another goose farm? A herd of cattle? What, Y/N?” “There…actually wasn’t any damage.”

Now the King was confused. Every time the demon came out, he hunted. Never humans, but livestock, birds, and the like. “What do you mean, Y/N? Where did I go?” “You stayed here, Nikolai. With me.” “With you?” Nikolai sat up, shocked, but he moved too quickly, causing a wave of nausea and dizziness to wash over him. “Why was I with you? Why didn’t Tamar get you out?”

Nikolai was frantic now, fear filling him. The demon was unpredictable, it didn’t have his logic or reasoning, it could not differentiate friend from foe. And if you were with him when he transformed… “Hey, Nikolai, look at me,” you said, taking his face in your hands. “Sweetheart, I am fine. You didn’t hurt me, you didn’t hurt anyone.” “I…I didn’t?” “No, my love.”

Unbidden, a terrified scream left your mouth. One moment, it was your husband next to you in bed, nodding off as he read. The next, it was the demon; beady black eyes, black talons and claws, inky scars on his skin, and wings made of shadow. Tolya and Tamar entered not even a minute later, weapons drawn, prepared to protect their King and Queen.

“Y/N, come on!” Tamar called. But the moment you stepped away, Nikolai snarled, digging his claws into the bedsheets. And when Tamar took a step towards you, he gnashed his teeth at her. “Tamar?” you called, and the Heartrender took another cautious step forward. This proved to be the wrong decision, as Nikolai leapt from his perch on the bed and went face-to-face with Tamar and growled.

Then, surprising everyone in the room, Nikolai turned to you. With as much gentleness as the demon was capable of, he draped a wing over you, sheltering you against his body. He looked at you, his black eyes somehow tender, and purred. You had no idea that the demon could purr. Whenever Tolya, Tamar, or even Genya tried to approach, Nikolai would snap and snarl at them, tucking you in tighter to his body, sheltering you with his wing.

“Are you…protecting me?” you asked, and while the demon could not speak, he huffed a breath at you as if to say “Of course I am”. Nikolai remained in his demon form for several hours, content to sit with you tucked beneath his wing. And when the demon retreated, Nikolai remembered nothing.

You recounted the evening’s events to your husband, who looked at you like you’d grown a second head. “I…protected you? How?” You shook your head, cupping Nikolai’s cheek and drawing him in for a soft, gentle kiss. “You did. I don’t know how, or why, but it seems the demon knows how much you love me and want to protect me.”

Your husband nodded, snuggling into your embrace. “I do love you, Y/N. I love you so much, more than I ever thought I could love someone else. Were you afraid, love?” Guilt filled you as you nodded. “I was, yeah. Not of you, Nikolai, never of you. But when the demon comes out, it’s not you, and we don’t know what it will do. But then you protected me, you snapped at Tolya and Tamar and sheltered me. I don’t know why it happened, but I think the demon knows me.”

Nikolai hummed, sleep pulling him under. “I love you,” he repeated, words slurring a little. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” You laughed, kissing his forehead and wrapping your arms around him. “I love you too, Nikolai. Now get some rest, my love.” You reached to extinguish the lamp on the bedside table, immediately returning your hand to its place on your husband’s back. You could dissect what the demon protecting you meant tomorrow, but you knew one thing it meant for certain: Nikolai’s love for you ran so deep that not even the demon could ignore it.

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lucifersgirl · 8 months ago

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Sorry I haven’t been posting a lot, y’all. Depression hits hard. Anyways, enjoy this little something I put together for y’all! Love you!

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ - THIS WRITING CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. SMUT BELOW. MDNI.

You slipped the first dildo into Lucifer’s ass.

Lucifer gasped as you pushed it inside of him. The dildo wasn’t too big, but it still made Lucifer claw at the sheets some. “W-why didn’t you use the bigger one?” He asked, looking at the other plastic dick you had beside you.

You grinned slyly. “You’ll see.” You continued to push the smaller dildo into Lucifer for a while, his groans and gasps growing. Suddenly you halted your movements.

Lucifer whined. “W-why’d you s-stop?”

You didn’t answer, turning your attention to the larger prosthetic cock next to you. You slathered it in lube.

Lucifer looked behind him and saw what you were doing. He smiled. “Yes…oh god, yes…” he muttered.

You crawled over to Lucifer and placed the tip against his asshole.

“W-wait,” Lucifer said. “D-don’t you have to t-take the other one o-out?”

You chuckled. “No.”

Lucifer didn’t even get the chance to speak before you slowly forced the second dildo into him. A gasp tumbled from his lips.

You barely let him get adjusted before harshly thrusting both plastic cocks into him.

Lucifer clawed at the sheets and moaned loudly. “T-too much!” He cried out as his wings popped out, his horns and tail following closely after.

You smiled and bent down to kiss his back, still relentlessly shoving both dicks into his ass. “You can take it, baby,” you said to him in a sultry tone.

Lucifer shook his head and buried his face in the pillows beneath him. “N-no…I c-can’t…I can’t!” He whimpered as tears fell down his face. “‘s too m-much!”

You laughed softly. You loved seeing him unravel beneath you.

Lucifer screamed into the pillows. “H-hurts!” He sobbed. His legs shook and he was now covered in a thin sheet of sweat.

You kissed and nipped at Lucifer’s neck. You sucked on a particular spot you knew he liked.

Lucifer’s tail gripped onto your wrist, stopping you from moving the dildos inside of him.

You used your other hand to pull Lucifer’s tail harshly, making him straighten out his body as he moaned. His grip on you loosened. You continued your movements.

Lucifer wailed as his asshole was stretched out. He had absolutely shredded the sheets below him. His wings flapped uncontrollably, making the room grow colder. “Ahm!…c-close!…angh!…ohgodohgodpleaseeee!…sh-shit!” He yowled.

“Go ahead, my love,” you whispered in his ear.

With a loud “fuck!” Lucifer came all over the ruined bedsheets.

You continued to pump both cocks in and out of his hole, riding him through his orgasm.

After a moment, Lucifer’s wings, horns and tail retreated and his breathing slowed.

You pulled the dildos out of Lucifer’s ass and cleaned him up.

When you were done, Lucifer snapped his fingers and new, clean sheets appeared. He held out his hand to you and wrapped his arms around you.

You were both asleep in a matter of minutes.

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limereance · 1 year ago

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guilty pleasure

featuring. daryl dixon x afab gender neutral reader

era. season four, pre-governor arc two

wc. 412

synopsis. you called him a pretty boy and that's simply too much for his heart, and body, to handle.

cw. mdni, +18, nsfw, male moaning, solo masturbation, edging, god he's so desperate for you, submissive daryl, p-in-v, riding, cum mentions

author's note. i'm reposting my old works after editing and revising them so i hope this is better :)

daryl tightened his grip on his cock at the thought of you, little whines threatening to escape his trembling lips. he had been going at this for nearly a half hour, cruelly edging himself on the lower bunk of your shared prison cell. he couldn’t help himself. not when you teasingly flirted with him so frequently. at this point, he wasn’t even sure you were aware of it. perhaps you were just friendly and flirtatious with everybody. but whenever you complimented the way his hair framed his worn face or whenever you looked at him with such soft eyes, he often found his pants tightening.

it happened again today. you called him a pretty boy, unknowingly stirring these fervid feelings again. It was torture for him, having always to sneak away to touch himself in ways he could only dream you would. he’d softly rub at his throbbing tip, teasing himself beyond a torturous ache. and then, only when his tip drooled with precum, would he finally give in and pump his cock the way his body begged him to.

he imagined your warm breasts bouncing as he made sickeningly sweet love to you. he dribbled more precum onto his happy trail as he thought about your wet juices coating his cock. he instinctively bucked his hips up into his calloused fist, imagining getting to watch as your tight walls swallowed and clenched around him. he melted at the imagined whimpers you would make from him circling your clit in tight circles. he imagined the soft, breathy warning of your approaching orgasm. one more throb as he imagined the way you would throw your head back in pleasure, riding out your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around him.

that.

that threw him over the edge, clouding his vision in a thick haze. his whole body convulsed as thick white ropes jumped from his twitching girth. desperate dirty nails clawed at thin, cotton bedsheets, searching for anything to brace himself with. shallow breaths came left his dry, cracked lips erratically, calming the euphoria. a warmer flood of blood rushed to his cheeks. and now came the embarrassment.

he knew he couldn’t have you, yet he still imagined you in all of the lewd, perverted ways he had. and if you ever knew, you wouldn’t speak to him again. throwing an exhausted and sore arm over his head, he tried to ignore the rising guilt that would scold him for the rest of the humid night.

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fanaticsnail · 1 year ago

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You Kissed the Clown? Part 7

Ok, I am currently writing part 8 as we speak but I physically couldn't cut any filler as so much happens in the OPLA to get from point A to point B. I got a little bit upset with myself at not yet reuniting our star-crossed lovers, especially with the amount of words involved. Next chapter, I promise you!! Hopefully uploaded before 1am my time this time!

Part 6 back here

Word Count: 4,358

Upon arising from your slumber, you groggily rubbed the back your closed fist over your eyes before moving both hands to the corner of your mouth to remove any stale saliva from your lips. You adjusted your eyes to notice the rays of the morning sun filtering through the beams of the external wooden shutters. You slowly sat, removing the plush bedsheets from your torso and reaching yourself up in an overexaggerated stretch to relieve any kinks you acquired in the night.

Your blissful awakening was immediately dissipated at the arrival of your tri-sword wielding crewmate as his face littered with more emotion than you had ever seen his expression contorted to produce. He was panting slightly; eyes wide in worry before relaxing into a sense of relief before creasing his brows in rising anger. You creased your brows in confusion as to the interruption of your blissful ignorance.

It was only one seeing your unphased and well rested expression that Zoro erupted into a tirade of: “where were you?”, “were you sleeping this whole time?”, “we needed you!”, “you could’ve been killed-,” before growling, “-we were nearly killed!”. Your eyes widened in shock as you slumped your back into the bedframe, mouth opening and closing like a fish gulping in water.

He paced the room, abrasively describing the events that transpired throughout the evening. You continued to be perplexed by the informational transfer between the swordsman and yourself. You felt your eyes begin to well lightly at the continual berating tirade from the sword-wielder, not expecting to be reprimanded at this early hour.

You flung your sheets from your lower body and swung your legs to the side of the bed and abruptly sprinted to the swordsman and gripped his shoulders, bringing him into a sudden embrace. You held him to you, pressing your cheek against his chest and breathed in deeply as you felt him falter his stance and lean into your arms. He hooked his chin over your shoulder and laced his arms around your waist, allowing a wave of relief that his friend had survived through the night.

“We thought you had been slaughtered,” he whispered harshly into your shoulder. You breathed out and removed your head from its place resting on his chest and uncurled your arms from his shoulder.

“I am sorry, Zoro,” you apologised to him, “I honestly had no idea. I thought you had all gone in search for more food and thought you were all returning here later.”

He hummed and released your body from its friendly proximity against your own, no longer holding a chastising aura on his features.

“I should probably add,” he said, turning on his heel to exit the guest suite, “Kaya has given us a ship.”

You quirked your head slightly with a wide smile coming to your features. Your hands hastily shooed Zoro from the room so you could change into your travelling gear. You collected several tools you were gifted by Klahadore, now to be revealed as Captain Kuro of the Black-Cat Pirates. As you held the multitool in your hand, you shut your eyes; wincing at the thought that as you repaired the clawed gloves, you were inevitably sealing the fate of your crew.

You breathed in slowly, placing the object into your tinkering pouch and returned to join with the Straw-Hat pirates to set sail into the blissful unknown. You welcomed your new companion, Usopp, onto the deck of the ship as he placed a tender kiss upon the lips of your former host, Ms Kaya. You smiled at their youthful innocence before your smile was dropped from your face as Zoro leant into your ear.

“This is what kissing someone that’s not an absolute psychopath looks like,” he taunted you, causing you to turn and slap your hand into his chest with a huff. You turned on your way to bring your rucksack aboard and seek out your new quarters. Once you found a vacant room, you placed the large bag atop a desk and began to meticulously sort through your items and neatly place them in correlating areas accordingly.

You began to reflect on the events as Zoro had described them, noting that the beverage you would have consumed may have been laced with poison. Your eyes glazed over as you pondered the many: “could have been’s” with your interactions between yourself and the unnerving Butler before your movements were halted at the sudden explosion of ignited cannon fire and the impact it had on your newly acquired vessel. You sprung to your feet and sprinted to the deck where your crew had gathered collectively together from their place in the mess hall.

What Zoro had failed to mention in his ramblings was the fact that there were Marines actively pursuing them. The surprise written on your face as you all but leapt up the steps to join yourself beside Nami as she called to you, revealing the identities of the attacking vessel.

“Marines! We’re under attack!” she shouted to the crew.

She made her way to her post at the stern, managing the steering wheel as Luffy pulled his brass spyglass to seek out the identity of the helmsman.

“Grandpa?” he questioned while knitting his brows together. You joined with the other three members of crew as you uttered: “Grandpa?” in unison.

After processing that momentary shock, you all collectively sprung into action as you un-coordinatingly began to ready yourselves for ship to ship combat. You were well out of your depth as ships appraisal specialist, not engaging readily in manned combat let alone ship wide combat.

Nami began shouting directions:

“Zoro, sheet in and hard to port!” she ordered, pulling the steering rigging to change momentum of the ship. Usopp and Luffy were scrambling to load cannonballs into the steel barrel while Zoro began to process the directions Nami gave him, confusion knitted his face.

Nami expertly corrected both Zoro and Usopp in their tasks as you remained halted in place watching as the dooming Marine ship began to gain on you.

The cannonballs clanged against the wooden hull of the ship, prompting you to jump slightly before springing into action to aid in their collection. You could not fight, but you could lift a multitude of items in your arms at once; very much accustomed to multitasking in mastering your craft.

The crew collectively hung their heads in shame at their own shortcomings: Zoro with unsuccessfully untying the sails, Luffy and Usopp at their inability to load cannons, you in your own inexperience at being a battle-ready tinkerer and Nami at her own idiocy at choosing to travel with this crew of misfits.

You heard strict orders barked from the marine vessel, requesting your swift surrender to which Luffy screamed out his defiance in response.

You all became gobsmacked at his swift inhale of air, ballooning himself and shooting back the incoming cannonball and destroying the top foremast and immobilising the Marine’s foremast sails in the process. Nami directed your vessel into the grey smog to flee from the sight, assuring the crew of the need to disappear from the sights of the crew.

Now, although you were an experienced seaworn traveller; you were yet in all your voyages to experience something as truly wonderful as the sights that lay before you. Although you had heard of its renowned cuisine as rumours of its travel were flooded from port to port, you breathed in an air of enthusiastic surprise as you took in the view of the floating restaurant: Baratie.

After successfully docking against the make-shift port, Luffy declared his intentions to disregard Nami’s suggestion of hiding the ship to halt the Marines from knowing your location and order everyone instead to go into the wide doors of Baratie with an enthusiastic: “let’s eat!”

You chuckled into your chest slightly as you trailed after your captain, your own enthusiasm brimming from your wide smile. You took in the illuminated lights of the restaurant before trailing your eyes on the patrons attending and noticing the wide variety of guests. Pirates, sailors, upper-class and some Marines had all held their displeasure for one another to engage in the service provided within the doors of the large vessel.

Completely taken with the fine craft etched into the foyer, you paused your entrance to the venue. You smiled through parted lips at the intricate silver pieces as Luffy and Usopp bartered with the host at their stand, prompting Nami to step forward with a bribe to be seated at a table. You brought your smile to meet with the playful expression Nami threw your way as you rose to follow her to the table.

You made your way to be seated, watching with a slight cringe as Luffy crawled along the crescent shaped plush booth seats surrounding your rotund table. You couldn’t help but to release a slight snicker at Zoro’s attempt to find a comfortable position for his swords to hang from his hips as he seated himself beside you.

You opened the matte-leather menu and began to sift through the variety of ingredients; taking in their descriptors with enthusiasm. It had been a while since you were graced with some variety in your cuisine, only recently enjoying the hospitality of Ms Kaya as an exception to pickled rations.

You rose the menu to showed your face, leaning in to the wide variation of a multitude of beverages on their drinks section. “Honey Badger Blitz, The King's Blues Tonic, Smirking Priest Gimlet, Lit Sailor’s Delight” to list a few of the hard-liquor forward cocktails before looking to the ales and wines on the page. You continued to read through it, ignoring the chatter surrounding you before the waiter made their way to your table and began their introduction.

“Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant,” he said with an arrogant sarcasm laced in his voice, “where the only thing worse than the ambiance is the food. My name is Sanji, what can I get for you?”

Your eyes halted their reading in surprise and bringing the leather menu from your features to gaze through knitted brows at the waiter in front of you.

“One of everything, please,” Luffy said, stuffing his face with a cloud-soft dinner rolls.

“Any drinks?” Sanji continued with the same annoyed and abrasive tone, “one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?”

You remained completely taken aback at his rude nature, gawking at his misrepresentation of all of the praise you heard Baratie was renown for as Nami scoffed: “giving us the hard sell, huh?”

You witnessed Sanji’s complete demeanour change at the voice of your orange-haired associate as he quirked his head to the side and offering a smirk.

“Apologies madam, I didn’t see you there. Would you care for an apéritif to start?” he flirted, “we have several rare Micqueot reserved vintages in stock.”

You turned your eyes to meet with Zoro’s as you felt a slight giddiness at the attention he was paying your crewman. Zoro clicked his tongue a little and quirking his head to the side.

“Or perhaps you would like a glass of Umeshu?” he paused before adding, “you know, something sweet for someone sweet,” with a subtle wink.

Nami slightly rose her upper lip in subtle disgust; “is something wrong with your eye?”

“Just blinded by your beauty,” he continued with that same smirk adorning his features and shaking his head subtly. You almost applauded his skilled flirtatious craft, being one of your own negotiation specialties. You almost in that moment felt like you slightly missed your calling, enjoying the playfulness he had brought in the direction of your friend.

Zoro coughed, bringing Sanji’s attention toward himself.

“Waiter, can I get a bear and,” he began in a bored tone while he cocked his neck to direct the waiters attention to the rest of the crew, “something for my friends?”

“-two beers, I normally have three, but-” Usopp added, as to one-up Zoro in his macho exterior.

“And a milk,” Luffy said raising his hand, gesturing upwards as a schoolboy would in a daunting classroom.

“Three beers, and a milk. And uh, for Madam?” he again smirked at Nami.

“Water,” she said with a disinterested blink.

“Still, sparkling, mineral? With ice or without, cubed or crushed?” he questioned her, not threatened by her indifference.

“Regular water in a regular glass,” she said slowly, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly, “please.”

“Right away,” he said in a sultry tone. You decided in that moment to produce your order to the waiter.

“I’ll take that Umeshu,” you said with a sideward smile, placing the menu on the table in front of you and leaning ever so slightly against the table. You knew from experience that receiving no reaction from a potential guest in your establishment was almost a fate worse than death. Your eyes challenged him, almost taunting with an unspoken: “I’m happy to play along.”

His eyes widened and his one slightly more visible eyebrow cocked upward with a small smirk.

“Three cubes of ice, and one of the slightly fermented plums, please,” you said, turning your attention back to the menu, smoothing your hands over the pages with a slight bounce of your shoulders. As you did not choose to engage in that stiff drink earlier due to the anxiety of the task you were undertaking, but you felt you could surely use that drink now.

Sanji smiled at you and nodded his head at your order before looking again to Nami and producing that before seen flirtatious smirk. He made his way back to the kitchen, prompting Zoro to commence with the endless teasing towards Nami. Usopp let out a drawn out, “ah” and smiled upwards at the orange-haired navigator. She rolled her eyes.

“What?” she said in an annoyed tone.

“Nothing,” Zoro shrugged, before adding, “madam.”

This prompted you to giggle at the comment. Both Usopp and Zoro continued their taunts and teases at Nami as she rolled her eyes and choked back a small scoff. You scrunched up your nose, noticing Luffy had too enjoyed in the laughter, but seemed to more confused at the scenario and laughing in nervousness rather than engaging in the taunts.

“You guys are the worst,” she smirked around the table.

After eating the most delectable variety of food and felt your stomach almost uncomfortably expand at the pure density of the items presented before you, you slouched back into the seat and raised the slightly sweet, slightly sour plum wine to your lips and savoured the last remnants over your tongue before swallowing. You hummed at the candy-like flavour as the sides of your cheeks puckered slightly. You closed your eyes in pure bliss before reaching for the pickled plum in your glass and promptly placing it into your mouth.

You expertly peeled the flesh of the small fruit away from the pit with your tongue and moved the soft fruit to one side of your mouth to remove the pit from between your teeth. You placed the pit within your empty glass and began to chew at the fruit, enjoying the tang it produced before swallowing.

Luffy raised his glass to toast to your victory against the Marines, which caused you to nearly choke on the fruit.

Nami began to argue with Luffy about the truthfulness of his toast, indicating our sheer luck in that situation. After reiterating her point, she then began to berate him for the lack of relay of his family of origin. Zoro and Nami began to bicker slightly, only halting at the return of the waiter, Sanji, as he placed the bill down on the table.

Luffy smiled in a thin line with a small curt nod before taking the itemised bill into his hands and signing his name.

“Thank you, my good man,” Luffy said with a smile as Sanji picked up the bill in a silver platter and turned it to face himself.

He looked at the menu, eyes widening in sheer glee at what Luffy had written before adding, “No, sir. Thank you.”

He had a small, unnerving laugh escape from between his lips before journeying back to you assume cash the receipt.

“Zoro, would you mind if I could just-?” you began as you gestured to remove yourself from the booth. In order to successfully exit, you would either require the swordsman to stand up from his reclining position, or unceremoniously climb over his lap to exit the booth. As a lady, you would prefer the former of the two options, waving your hands in a slight ‘shooing’ gesture as you wordlessly expressed your intentions.

With a small smirk, he rest his back against the seat behind him and gestured for you to ungracefully maneuver your way over him to escape from the table. He brought the brown beer bottle to his lips and had a challenging expression adorning his eyes as he did so. You breathed out at his stubbornness with a slight growl but didn’t shy away from his challenge. You hoisted up your skirts to reveal dark short pants beneath as you swung your legs over his in an unladylike manner.

“Where are you going?” Luffy asked you as he continued to gnaw at the fleshless tomahawk bone before placing another bread roll into his mouth.

“I need to walk all of that off. Stretch my legs a bit, you know,” you said with slight agitation at how difficult Zoro was truly making this for you. You planted your legs on the ground and kicked the swords attached to Zoro’s hips slightly as you did so.

“Did you want company?” Nami asked you, leaning up a little.

“I’m happy retiring alone,” you shrugged, “although I might try to find the bar a little later.”

Nami gave you a small smile as you bid them all a small temporary farewell before exiting the restaurant to set your sights into the open ocean. Baratie swayed ever so slightly against the stilled water alongside the docked ships attached to its makeshift port.

It was there where, for the first time in a small while, you felt completely alone. No uneasy feeling of being watched, no company with your crew, no beady eyes of a potentially deadly threat and absolutely no thoughts of the clown captain you locked lips with all those many days ago.

As soon as you had those thoughts pass over your mind, you immediately scolded yourself with a groan as you were brought back to those flooding emotions. This is why you intentionally did not want to be alone, you gently reminded yourself. You stretched your arms over the railing before hanging your head back to stare at the different constellations in the night sky.

“It was one kiss, woman,” you uttered to yourself, mentally hitting yourself at your thoughts, “get over it. Move on.”

You turned back around and began to walk along the deck of the promenade to rest your sights on the Baratie bar located in a very large, carved fish mouth. You noticed the bar was relatively quiet as many of the diners were in the middle of consuming their dinners; much as you were moments prior.

You approached the bar and moved to take a seat atop an empty stool, pulling it from beneath the varnished surface.

“Apologies, madam,” the bartender called to you while actively polishing glassware, “we’re at a limited menu currently as we prepare between services. All I can do, unfortunately, is offer ale, wine and rum neat.”

“That is absolutely fine by me, sir,” you smiled at the bartender, “I feel like rum might be on the agenda tonight.”

He returned your smile and placed a short and wide crystal glass in front of you and poured 90mls of the dark amber liquid in your glass. You nodded to him, extended a few berry and took the crystal between your hands.

As you nursed your drink at the bar, more patrons came flooding in after dinner service was concluded. You rose your glass to your lips and tasted the spiced, burning liquid to your lips before swallowing it, hissing slightly as it passed through your oesophagus to reach the pit of your full belly.

You turned to make visual contact with your crew, which you noticed was missing your young captain. You arched your brow as they approached the bar together, looking to Nami.

“Our Captain-?” you asked her.

“-Was a little short on change,” she concluded your sentence, “so he’s helping out in the kitchen to settle it.”

You nodded a little, creasing your brows before requesting another drink.

“I’ll take another rum, and something for my friends please,” you asked the bartended once retaking his attention.

“-Beer,” Zoro added monotonously.

“-Water,” Nami nodded curtly.

“-A Mermaid Tail Fizz Whizz,” Usopp called from beside you, prompting the three of you to turn to look at him with a hint of confusion at the request.

“What?” he asked, “I saw it on the menu, and as long as you’re buying, I’m trying!”

You laughed whole heartedly at his comment before turning towards the bartender to confirm your order with him.

“A beer, a water,” you started before adding, “and two Mermaid Tail Fizz Whizz’s please.”

“Right away, ma’am,” he said with a smile, accepting your berry and turning on his merry way to retrieve your drinks. You turned to your friends and clapped a hand on Usopp’s shoulder with a smile.

“Shall we go and find a seat before the tables are full?” you asked them, gesturing to a white glass illuminated table at the rightmost corner of the crescent-shaped lip of the open mouth of the fish head. Zoro nodded once to you and gestured for you to lead the way.

“Oh, such a gentleman,” you mocked playfully as you hopped down from your place atop the stool and proceeded to take a seat, “where was this energy earlier?”

He scoffed at you, but chose to remain silent as you took your seat. You then invited Nami to sit next to you and Usopp, while Zoro placed himself on a solo stool in front of you.

A member of the wait staff came and brought over your drinks, placing them on the lit table in front of you. You smiled at them as they returned to the bar.

You reached for both your and Usopp’s large drinking vessels, noticing the sheer volume of liquid you were about to consume. Your eyes widened slightly as you brought one of the wide bowls to Usopp, who’s eyes were equally as convex as your own.

“I think I may have made a mistake,” you uttered quietly, looking into the bowl of turquoise liquid. You looked to Usopp, making eye contact first before bringing your lips to the three straws. You placed all of them in your mouth and sipped lightly.

It tasted so incredibly sweet, like the boiled candies of your youth with finely beaded bubbles. As soon as you released the straws from between your lips after taking the first sip, you placed the bowl on the table before you with your brows knit together in thought.

“Pace yourself,” Zoro warned Usopp as he hastily drank the sweet, nectar-like drink.

“I don’t even think there’s liquor in here,” he said, gesturing down while laughing, “it tastes just like candy.”

“Last time I said that, I woke up face down under a table,” Zoro offered off-handedly.

“I have definitely made a mistake,” you uttered, leaving the bowl in front of you, “that’s dangerous, that is.”

“You seriously don��t think what Luffy did was messed up?” Nami said, breaking your conversation away from your drinks.

“Yeah, he should’ve told us,” Zoro said, “but in case you haven’t noticed, we’ve been making enemies everywhere we go.”

“Psycho clowns,” Zoro said, looking directly at you as he said it, prompting you to bring your eyes down to the contents in your bowl, “killer butlers. What’s a Vice-Admiral gonna do to us?”

“No, you don’t get it. I can’t get caught, not while I’m so close-,” Nami began, halting her words as to withhold her emotions slightly, before looking back into her waterglass. She regained her composure before suggesting, “uh, who’s ready for another drink. My treat this time.”

Zoro hummed, “my favourite kind of drink.”

“I think I’m done,” you said, also rising to your feet.

“With your drink or for the night?” Nami asked you, halting slightly.

“Both I think,” you said with a small shrug.

“You’re returning to the ship?” Usopp asked you, almost upset.

“I am,” you said, “need to sleep off that amount of food and finally repair that little mechanical watch for you, Nami. Now that I’ve got a bit of time, I figured I’d give it one final go before I throw the bloody thing into the ocean.”

Nami allowed a small chuckle to depart from her lips at your comment.

“At that, I’m off. I’ll see you in the morning,” you said before turning to Zoro, “and please, don’t do anything stupid. No engaging in combat while I’m sleeping.”

“No promises,” Zoro uttered before bringing his glass to his lips and taking a large gulp.

“Tell Luffy goodnight for me,” you said as you turned on your way with a slight wave to your crew.

You shook your head at his comment before retiring to your quarters on the ship, turning to take one more look at the true majesty of the floating restaurant. You felt the air shift slightly as the wind blew against The Going Merry’s retracted sails. You furrowed your brows at this before continuing on your way to welcome another blissful evening of working with your tools, sleeping soundly through the night and not dwelling any more on the thoughts on your clown Zoro mentioned earlier.

You halted your thoughts, pausing as you fully took them in.

“Fuck,” you uttered to yourself aloud in a slight groan, longing for the fates to bring you together once more.

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anotherstudtouse · 6 months ago

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Breeding kink you say?? 👀 Angela fucking you hard with her cumfilled strap while your hips are angled up on a pillow so that she can make sure all of her seed stays inside you. And she doesnt let you clean up after because she wants it to take hold. If you have somewhere to be she wants you to let it stay and leak out of you slowly and run down your leg. Marking you as hers

so i got so carried away with this one that i'm putting it underneath a read more gfdfhdfhdf

godddd you're clawing at the bedsheets and squirming underneath her to the point where she has to grab onto your hips and hold them in place. "stay still," she groans, ramming into you. "you're gonna take every drop of my cum. you're not gonna let any of it go to waste -- got it?"

with a whine of desperation, you nod, wrapping your legs around angela's waist in an effort to pull her as deep inside your needy pussy as possible. it works, and it doesn't take much more of the combination of angela's strap pounding you into the mattress and her thumb reaching down to rub tight circles around your clit for you to cum, crying out her name as you arch your back.

"fuck," she groans, her free hand hitting the mattress beside your head. she lowers herself on top of you, forehead pressed to yours. "you're so pretty when you cum. you want me to fill you up?" you nod, panting, and you can feel angela's own ragged breathing against your face as her nose brushes against yours. her thrusts never let up, your cunt sensitive from your orgasm but forced to keep taking angela's thick cock. "say it. i want to hear you say it. tell me how much you want me to flood this pussy. and look me in the eye when you do it."

"angela," you groan, eyes that were previously shut in pure bliss opening to lock onto the dark, intense gaze of the woman above you. it almost knocks out your ability to speak, the way she's looking at you as if you're the only thing in the world that matters. wrapping your arms around her, your hands smooth out against her back, pressing her more firmly against you. you can feel the muscles in her back flexing as she moves her hips against you. "please, angela, fill me up with your cum. i need it so bad, baby -- need you to breed me."

you can tell your words are having an effect on her. her thrusts grow more erratic, her hand curling into a fist in the sheets beside your head. panting, she presses down into you and it's almost like, in this moment, the two of you are one being, joined at the hips. the creaking of the mattress grows louder and louder the harder and rougher angela's thrusts become, and god, you can feel yourself approaching a second orgasm.

"please!" you cry out, hips bucking into angela's as much as possible, your thighs tightening around her waist. "fucking impregnate me, angela! don't stop until i've got your baby in me-- ah!" your words are interrupted by the feeling of angela's hips stilling against yours as rope after rope of thick cum shoots deep inside you. she muffles her groan with your mouth and it sends you over the edge as well. she shoves her tongue down your throat with a moan and you drag your nails down her back hard enough to leave your own mark on her, claiming her as yours as much as her cum inside you claims you as hers.

for a long time, the two of you lie there, coming down from your highs. her lips leave yours to begin a trail of slow, breathless kisses along your jawline. your chests heave against each other as you each catch your breath, your hand reaching up to smooth out her hair. she remains inside you even after you unwrap your legs from around her waist. it's silent for a while as you simply bask in each other's presence and the aftermath of the intense sex you just had.

"i know we were supposed to meet up with jon and mariah tonight, but..." you trail off, lips brushing against angela's forehead as you speak.

you feel her smirk against your neck. "we're going. i want to see you out in public trying to hide the fact that my cum's leaking out of your pussy."

you swallow, your walls squeezing around the strap still buried inside you. you can feel angela's smirk widen. "get off of me," you demand with a giggle, halfheartedly pushing her up off of you.

"well, i already got off in you, so i guess that would be the logical next step."

"shut up." you're laughing now. for a second, you stop to think about how lucky you are to be with someone who can make you laugh like this just moments after giving you two mind-blowing orgasms. the grin on angela's face as she pushes herself up and begins to slowly pull out of you only reinforces that feeling. before she can leave to go get ready, you take her by the back of the neck and pull her down into another kiss -- softer this time, full of every ounce of the love you feel for this woman. she returns it wholeheartedly.

"i love you," she breathes after breaking the kiss. "now let me go or i'll never let you out of this bed."

you hesitate for a second before letting her go. as she gets up to head to the bathroom, you call out, "i love you, too," after her.

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jumpywhumpywriter · 3 months ago

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Spinoff Story Vampire & Vampire Hunter part 19

Warnings: panic attack, drinking vampire blood

Mallory eyed her warily, stomach churning at the thought of drinking vampire blood, of all things. Disgusting.

But... his heart was still beating pretty fast, and he was beginning to hyperventilate, unable to stop the anxiety clawing up his throat and choking him. Could vampire blood really fix it?

"If... If I do, you know... the thing with vampire blood, I'm not going to turn into one, am I?" He wheezed out. Man, it was getting really hard to breath now, his chest tight with panic he just couldn't seem to shake.

Anisa threw her head back and laughed. "No, dear hunter, you will not Turn by drinking vampire blood. The only way to get Turned into a vampire is if you are both bitten by one, and the vampire injects their venom. I promise, it's perfectly safe."

Mallory breathed hard through his nose, debating. This past week had been rough. Especially now with Alex around. And he had to admit, a break from it all did sound kind of nice... a moment to truly relax and not constantly be panicking and living in fear. Even in sleep he was constantly plagued by nightmares, unable to get any real rest in the night.

Mallory decided to go for it before he chickened out, squashing the nausea that rose in his gut at the thought. "Okay... I'll try it," he rasped hoarsely. "If... If you really think it'll help..."

"Look at you, being a brave little human," Anisa teased good-naturedly. "It works for my human mate to stop his panic attacks, so I don't see why it wouldn't work for you too."

Mallory tracked every movement she made as she sliced open her finger with a fang, deep enough that it steadily dribbled blood. She held her other hand under the injury to make sure none got on his bedsheets as she brought her bleeding finger to his mouth.

He regretted it. He definitely regretted it. Because now here he was, about to drink real vampire blood to stop his panic attack...

That's it, I am certifiably going insane, he thought in disbelief. But too late to back out now. And... he trusted Anisa, definitely more than Alex. He trusted that she had his best interests in mind. So... if she truly thought this would help...

Here goes nothing, I guess...

Mallory cringed as Anisa dripped dark red blood onto his lips. And cringed even harder when he licked it off, the metallic taste so strong it made him want to gag. Like eating straight up pennies. It was thick like syrup instead of watery like normal blood, and everything about it was revolting. He grimaced, but forced himself to swallow.

He didn't feel any different. Maybe Anisa was wrong.

"Let me know when it hits you," Anisa's voice said above him. "I don't want to give you too much, especially since your body isn't used to it yet. Vampire blood is some seriously potent stuff. Addictive, too, if you're not careful."

Her voice slowly warped, sounding like it was underwater. And now that Mallory was paying closer attention, the room was starting to spin a little too...

"I think... something's wrong..." Mallory tried to speak, his voice slurring heavily. His tongue was like lead in his mouth, suddenly heavy dead weight. His vision was getting awfully fuzzy, but he could vaguely make out the shadow of Anisa's hand retreating from above him, no more blood falling on his lips.

"Or something's right," Anisa teased softly. "Don't fight it -- it's more enjoyable if you relax and let it take control. Let it fog up your thoughts and take the anxiety away."

Mallory wasn't sure he had much of a choice. He could hear his heartbeat slowing back to a regular rhythm, feeling the tension leave his sore body. He let out a heavy sigh, letting his mind drift and wander where it pleased.

"That's it," Anisa cooed softly. "Feel better?"

Mallory didn't have the energy to answer, too lost in the unnatural blissful peace washing over him, sedating his mind, slowing his racing thoughts. He distantly felt a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

Anisa's voice was muffled and distant when she spoke again, coming from a million miles away. "Go ahead and sleep it off, human. I promise you'll wake up feeling refreshed. Let yourself take a break from life. You deserve it."

Mallory's vision quickly blacked out entirely, his eyes sliding shut -- and just like that, he was out cold.

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odditycircus-2002 · 1 year ago

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So you know that one ask you did about Medusa Reader and Baraka kissing like Harley and Ivy? Well, now I can't stop thinking about the time Harley and Ivy canoodling for the first time and waking up next to each other, shocked and embarrassed, but make it Medusa and Baraka.

A/N: One awkward moment between the monster couple, coming up! 😈😈😈

“One Night”

Starting off slow and simple, becoming one in each other's embrace with Baraka buried deep in your heat. Your tongues slide over the other and occasionally coiling around each other, until both of your break for breath. His forehead pressed against your own in a silent vow.

"I won't ever break your trust."

Baraka seemed to say.

...

Empress Mileena was generous to give you and Baraka rooms at the Palace during the feast meant to honor the latter for long overdue recognition for his service towards the Empire. It's been awhile since you slept in a real bed. While you've grown accustomed to sleeping on a mat while working with the Tarkatan Colony, you'd be lying if you said a part of you sometimes didn't miss the simple luxury of a soft bed, and warm comforters; or the wine from the Palace's winery that you may have gone a bit overboard with if the dull throbbing in your temple is any indicator. You must have also enjoyed the festivities too much as well because, you're lower half, especially the pelvic region feels sore.

'Oh well,'

You absentmindedly think to yourself as you turn on your side, digging yourself more into the comforters which smelt of old leather and dust mix with that familiar sour tang of Tarkat, very similar to Baraka. Speaking of, when you cracked an eye open to spot the former tribune sleeping before you, looking far more peaceful than you could recall in your memory.

'Wait...'

"Y/N!?!"

Baraka reacts a nanosecond faster than you as he jumps away from you in bed, his bed, not caring how the bedsheets fall away from his pelvis as he does so, exposing a plethora of bite marks and claw marks. At the same time, you wrap the comforter around you and will your snakes to wrap around your eyes, with your bat-like wings acting as extra security to your naked body. Baraka swore profusely under his breath as he turned his head away from you.

"This was a grave mistake. I shouldn't have done this! I shouldn't have done this! I shouldn't have done this!"

The former tribune and merchant red eyes a widened in panic as he starts scrambling for his clothing. All the while hastily searching for the serum he knows you keep in your belt, nearly tearing up the room in his search. You, however, have a much calmer reaction as you start to redress; well, as much as you could, since some of your undergarments were torn to ribbons. Luckily, your mask remained untouched on the bedside table.

But then as the night grew longer, you soon found yourself pinned down your stomach, blindly clawing at the pillows and tearing the sheets. Behind you, is a bestial man pounding his hips against your ass, one hand pushing down on the back of your head, your snakes coiling tightly around his wrist as if intending to never let him go, and the other gripping your hips so tightly that thin lines are left in your F/C scales.

"Oh! Baraka! Baraka! Bara- KAAAAHHHHH!!!"

"The passionate fornication or the drinking?"

You try to awkwardly joke which went completely over Baraka's head, who tore open a wardrobes door off its hinges.

"Both! All of it! Where's the anti-tarkat serum, Y/N? I know without a shadow of a doubt that I've infected you with my disease! Perhaps if we give it to you now, it'll completely eradicate the disease itself before it can take ahold of you!"

The Tarkatan brow furrows deeply as he starts to hyperventilate, his expression taking on that of a panicked animal.

"Where is it?"

"Baraka, it'll be alright,"

"Where it it?!? "

"We were both drunk and so our judgements were clouded,"

WHERE IS IT!?!"

"BARAKA!"

The latter whips his head around in his direction, his heart ready to burst from his chest, before he feels the frozen blood in his veins melting at the sight of the familiar yellow liquid in your hands. You then speak in a calm and assuring voice.

"I have it, right here."

You then proceed to rake off the protective covering on the needle and inject it into your neck, biting back a grunt of pain as the large needle penetrates into a major neck artery. Yet, it was worth it to see the panic and anxiety melt away from Baraka's twisted face. You give him a gentle smile, even though you know he can't see it behind your mask. This reprieve, however, is shattered, once again by Baraka.

"I put you in danger."

Your dear friend then leaves the room, slamming the door behind him before you could protest. You get up to follow after Baraka, his name on your lips before they die out before they could even uttered. Yet, as soon as you take a couple steps outside the room, you stop.

‘What if Baraka’s right?’

You think to yourself. Before you can stop yourself, your mind goes into Apothecary mode. You reason to yourself how you always would quarantine anyone who comes into contact with a plague, especially after close contact. You and Baraka definitely fell under that category. The only reason why everyone in court was able to celebrate with Baraka was because Mileena and other courtesans were wearing masks per your and your peers’ recommendation. You made long physical contact with Baraka without any mask or protection in more ways than one. Tarkat’s transmission is largely unknown, but it’s reasonable to think the more contact, the higher the chance of infection.

'That settles it,'

You give yourself a heavy sigh before resigning to pull out some parchment and ink from the thrown desk to write a letter for Baraka to pass on to Empress Mileena. You first instructed the Empress to burn the bedsheets and wipe every surface head to toe in the most distilled alcohol they have while taking the utmost caution to wear proper protection. Secondly, you explain that you'll be staying in the guest chambers that Mileena has provided for you for the next 28 days, strongly emphasizing how no one is to enter until the quarantine is over for the safety of all in the palace.

After finishing the letter, you exited Baraka's room before swiftly returning to yours. You enter your room just as Baraka enters the hall and enters back into his room. Meanwhile, you lock your room's door behind you. You lean back against the door before slumping onto the ground and bury your head into your knees.

'Focus on your breathing. Inhale for 2 seconds, hold for 4 more, then release at 8.'

You try to focus on your own advice and keep calm lest you make any possible tarkat infection worse. As a Healer who decided to pursue the cure of Tarkat, you were always aware of the high probability of infection and even death. You had long since resigned yourself from those odds because they were a given in your chosen profession. However, while you did feel some fear at the looming threat of infection, it's overshadowed by the possibility of Baraka blaming himself for infecting you in the first place. You fear that infection could break Baraka's indomitable determination.

Your eyes burn with tears, wanting to spill out, and your throat's walls begin to close in on themselves. You have no regrets about that night, not when you got to hold Baraka close to you without any barriers. But, you may just come to pray that night never happened should worse come to worse.

'I just hope it wasn't all a mistake.'

Playlist while writing this:

"Flesh" By Simon Curtis

"Higher" By Michael Buble

"Hypnotized" By Simon Curtis

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mk x reader #mortal kombat 1 #baraka x reader #mk1 #ask answered #anon ask #baraka #baraka mk #cw: sex mention #mk1 2023 #18+ mdni #Mileena

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messysketchyobeyme · 2 years ago

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From Past to Present

Satan/Gender-Neutral Reader

Summary:

Being sent to the past was a harrowing journey. Although you were now back in the present, the trauma alone should have been enough to turn someone into a sobbing mess.

Funnily enough, that 'someone' wasn't you.

Word Count: 1181

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You laid down in your bed–your actual bed, not the stiff, desolate one in Coytus Hall–and tried to drift off into a much-needed sleep. Just as your daydreams were starting to blur into actual dreams, something jolted you awake. You blinked groggily and patted the figure lying on top of you.

"Satan," you whispered in the dark, "you're trembling again."

You had assumed that you were speaking to deaf ears until Satan spoke in a quiet mumble, "I can't help it." He steadied himself, but his hands were still a little shaky. He gripped the bedsheet, almost clawing through it. "I just keep thinking about…"

You held him close to your chest.

"...about how you disappeared," he finished. "You were just gone." He turned his head so you couldn't see his face anymore.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and ran your fingers through his hair. "But I'm here now, and I'm safe. You don't have to worry anymore."

He made a sound that sounded vaguely like a scoff and a bitter laugh. It made your chest ache in a truly vile way. "Worry," he repeated. You had to strain to hear his voice among the quiet ticking of the clock on the far side of the wall. "Don't you know that I'm always worried about you?"

"You don't need to be. I'm more than capable of handling these types of things."

"I know that, but I can't help it." After a long, silent pause, he said, "You went to the past, right?" Satan closed his eyes and only now leaned into your touch. He was still as tense as he was before. You smoothed out the crinkle in his eyebrows with your thumb. Satan didn't budge.

You nodded before realizing he wasn't looking at you. "Yeah," you said, "Didn't Solomon tell you this?"

Satan opened his eyes in a flutter. You tried not to get distracted by how pretty his eyelashes were. "He did, but I just can't wrap my head around it. I mean, I can't believe you met us when we were–" He swallowed thickly. "When I was–" Satan made another indescribable noise before whispering, "You must have been terrified."

"I really wasn't, Satan. I was fine."

"No, you weren't," he said with such authority that you instantly quieted down, "I know what I was like back then. I don't even want to think about all the awful things I must have said and done to you."

You sat up, forcing Satan to get off of you. He sat in front of you, the blanket hanging loosely from his shoulders. Any sudden movement, and it would have slid off him and onto the dusty floor. Huh. You hadn’t realized how bad things had gotten since you left.

You were still staring at the floor. "You didn't do anything."

"Yes, I did." His voice cracked. "I know I did."

You sighed. "Come on…" Satan grabbed your hands. The movement was so sudden that you jumped. He froze, wide-eyed, before retracting his hands and coiling in on himself. "No, no, don't be like that." You reached out toward him, but Satan wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.

"Look, everything happened so long ago for me that I can hardly remember." Now his voice was shaking, too. "I know that Lord Diavolo had appointed someone to look after us when we were first acclimating ourselves with the Devildom and that something happened to them, but I can't recall their name, their voice, their appearance…" He trailed off to spare a quick glance in your direction. "But I can recall how much I acted like a monster. How violent I was. How disgusting, and–and unstable, and–"

"And scared," you offered, "You were just a scared demon who was born only a year ago out of the hate and misery of a world you barely even knew." You didn't dare to touch him, not yet at least, but you rubbed your fingers against the hem of the blanket closest to his knee. "You fought so hard to carve an identity for yourself that you constantly alienated yourself from your loved ones."

Satan sat hunched over. He was heaving, but his line of sight remained glued to your face. He was giving you a strange look. You couldn't tell whether it was an expression of pain, fear, or something else entirely.

You continued, "You weren't a monster, Satan. Far from it. You just wanted to be loved."

Before the idea of reacting could cross your mind, Satan dove straight into your arms. Desperation overtook him as his hands climbed up your back before settling underneath your shoulder blades. He buried his face in your chest and squeezed you so hard, so longingly that you let out a sharp gasp. The blanket fell onto the floor, dragging your breath along with it.

After a second of your arms hanging awkwardly in the air, the gears nestled deep within your brain finally began to churn. You hugged him back. He had curled up into a ball at this point, so it was more like you were scooping him up. You nuzzled his hair and inadvertently breathed in the scent of his shampoo. Coconut. That wasn't what you were expecting.

Satan's chest jerkily rose up and down. He clung onto your shirt as though he was afraid you were going to disappear. Though, considering what had been happening these past few weeks, you supposed that he truly was afraid you'd be sent to the past all over again. The wet spot on your shirt clung to your skin, sending an awful wave of heaviness over you.

"I don't–I didn't–" he hiccuped, "I didn't want you to see me like that."

As tenderly as you could, you kissed his forehead. It made Satan stop shuddering if only for a moment. "I'm really glad I got to see that side of you," you admitted, taking the time to brush the stray wisps of his hair away from his face, which was still buried into your shirt, "because I want to see all parts of you, even the ones that are less than perfect. I love you, Satan, and nothing you can do–past, present, or future–will make me stop."

Slowly, his quiet sobs ebbed away. You rubbed circles into Satan's back, silently noting how he hummed in what you hoped was contentment. He still clung to your frame, making no effort to move. His muscles relaxed into you as he sighed.

"Isn't it pathetic?" he muttered, "You were the one actually dealing with me in the past, yet here I am, crying at the mere thought."

"It's not pathetic," you said.

Satan didn't immediately respond. After a long moment or two, he choked out your name. It was quiet but strained like he was trying to speak underwater in small gasps. You squeezed his shoulder, silently telling him to take his time.

"Is it okay if we stay like this? Just for a little longer?"

You tightened your grip around him. "Of course, Satan. Of course."

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me mc #Satan x Reader #Satan/Reader #Fanfic

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 11 months ago

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illicit affairs | fifteen

*Noah’s POV* I woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the window, making me realize how great of a view Ellie really had of the city, it was so beautiful. The bed felt cold when I rolled over, telling me that Ellie must’ve been up for a while. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face when I saw how messy the bedsheets were and how they smelt like us, remembering how unbelievable last night was. Every time I felt I couldn’t get more connected to her, she proves me wrong.

The sweet smell of coffee and bacon hit my nose as I walked into the kitchen and saw Ellie near the stove. I took her in…her messy bun, yesterdays eyeliner was smeared under her eyes, hidden behind thick rimmed tortoiseshell glasses. My eyes wandered to her curves that were barely covered by an oversized slipknot shirt. She reached for something in the cupboard, exposing a pink pair of lace underwear against her tanned skin. If I wasn’t leaning against the wall I would’ve been on the floor by now.

“Good morning.” “It smells so good in here.” I mused as I walked over to her and kissed her cheek softly. She turned her head and began to plant soft kisses over and over on my lips. What a way to wake up.

“There’s coffee if you want some.” She breathed between kisses. I took her up on her offer and went to pour myself a mug. The rich smell hit my nose and it reminded me of the coffee we had together last year. Every coffee I’ve tried since then was so bland and watered down.

“Is this from Milanos?” “It sure is.” She beamed as she held her own mug in her hands, taking a long sip but didn’t dare take her eyes off of me. The eye contact was so lethal that I felt my dick twitch from the intensity. The sound of the toaster caused both of us to snap out of our trance. I sat down at the table and read through my work emails while Ellie plated our food. I groaned when I saw email chains about our next tour. I just wanted to savour my time without thinking about what’s next, especially now that Ellie is back in my life.

“Do you have to work today?” I asked her as she passed me my plate of food, causing a smile to appear on my face. She made me my favourite - bacon, avocado toast with poached eggs on top.

“I do, for a couple hours.” She sighed as she sat down with her food, “at least I’ll be home.” “I’m just happy to be here with you.” I mused as I grabbed her hand, “we could do something afterwards?” She beamed at me, “you do some research when I’m working and find something for us to do, okay?” “Sounds like a plan.” I replied before taking a bite of my food, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head from how good it was. I kept staring at her, as if she was my only source of happiness right now. In some way, she definitely was. “Ellie, I really love you.”

Ellie stopped chewing her food and looked over at me, almost puzzled. I could feel my heart drop into my stomach as I waited for her to say something. I felt like maybe I was coming on too strong, but my emotions for her were just that…strong. “I love you too, Noah.” She replied, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. I peered into those electric eyes of hers, the sunshine making them brighter than I’ve ever seen them. “I’m so happy you’re back here with me.”

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. We ate our breakfast and talked about the concert last night, somehow getting on the subject of Taylor Swift’s latest re-record Speak Now. We both awkwardly admitting we were more excited for 1989 to drop but we’d still give it a listen when it comes out. She gently kissed me before she had to excuse herself to get ready for her meeting. I cleaned up the kitchen for her and made us another pot of coffee, I felt like we were going to need it, her more than me though. I had to laugh when I saw her come out of her room. She kept her glasses on, put her hair in a claw clip, and had on nice sweater with sweatpants on. “They can’t see me below the waist.” She shrugged as she went over to her desk. Can’t argue with that logic. I brought over her coffee, kissed her cheek before heading to the couch with my laptop. She put her headphones on, took out a notebook and logged into her computer.

I found myself falling for her more as I watched her work, which I didn’t think was humanly possible. I admired her little quirks, her doodling on her paper, clicking her pen while chewing her cheek as she listened intently. It sounded like she was dealing with a hard case at the hospital but she remained so professional and her voice was so comforting. I ended up finding a couple things I wanted to do with her today, so I grabbed my phone and put them in a note with the addresses. My only worry was these were things she’s done a million times but we were enjoying our time together so maybe she’d be fine with what I chose.

“Fuck.” I looked up and saw Ellie take off her headphones as a huge sigh left her. She rubbed her temples before turning her attention to me. She looked defeated from whatever she was dealing with.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just a tough case.” She replied as she came over and sat beside me, reaching for my hand in the process. I rubbed soft circles on her hand, trying to give her any kind of support I could. “I think I’m taking on more than I can handle right now.”

“What exactly do you do?” “I was dealing with hospital complaints but now I’m kind of like a care coordinator for the nicu since I know it so well. I offer support for families, the nurses and I work with the paediatricians on care plans for babies with major complications.” I scrunched my face a little bit, because this didn’t sound like the Ellie I knew, “do you prefer that over being in the hospital?” “For the most part, because I get to make my own schedule. I was just getting so burnt out and everyone leaned on me. I was pulling 12-16 hour days because I had the most experience out of everyone.” A yawn escaped her mouth, so I pulled her into my chest as I ran my hand up and down her back. “I never wanted to be that nurse that hated her passion, so I found a way to love it from afar.” “Either way they’re lucky to still have you.” I replied as I kissed the top of her head, pulling her even closer to me. “Thank you.” She mused. “Enough about my job. What’s the bands plans for the rest of year?” “So much more touring.” I pouted a little bit because we were quite busy after August. I was looking forward to it because it would’ve kept my mind off of Ellie, but things have changed and I just want to be here, with her. “Another fall headliner, a break, then we’re off to Europe for 6 weeks after Christmas.” She lifted her head to look at me mirroring my pout before she put her head back down on my chest, “that’s so much.” “Well you’re more than welcome to come with me, you know that.” I offered as I took her hair out of her claw clip and began to run my fingers through it, the tension left her body the second my fingers made contact. “I might have to take you up on that because I’m not missing you opening up for Bring Me.” “Whatever you want baby. I want you there for all of it.” I said, trying to fight back the smile on my face. I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be making future plans with her again. For the first time in forever, I felt my nervous system calming down.

I was finally home again.

#bad omens #fanfic #noah sebastian

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