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bvidzsoo · 4 months ago

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Love Me Like A Rockstar (13)

ー☆ Chapter 13: You Know Me Too Well

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cursing, usage of the word 'bitch' ー☆ Word count: 6.5k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ��☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Well, well, lovelies...new chapter is up and maybe I'm kind of kicking my feet??? Who knows, we'll see what y'all think of this chapter hehe. Also, happy birthday to Song Mingi?! I actually didn't mean to post the new chapter today, but today was the only day I had enough time to write it sooo, yeah. Tmi, but MC's mother is exactly like my mom, so maybe I drew inspiration from real life lol, I love her to death but sometimes I really wish SHE DIDNT SPEAK lol. Also, I'm so obsessed with today's song for the chapter; I'm screaming, crying, throwing up over it LOL. Just a heads up, next chapter is the last like actual chapter of the series and then I decided to add an epilogue lol cue the sobbing. As per usual, listen to You Know Me Too Well before or while reading the chapter! I hope you enjoy and let me know through feedback hehe <3 Enjoy your weekends! divider

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⟨Series M.list ↭ Previous Chapter⟩

♫Playlist♫

Saturday (2:55 pm)

Me: mingi can we talk?

Saturday (8:30 pm)

Me: i am free whenever you say so just let me know and i’ll be there

Sunday (9:15 am)

Me: we need to talk, mingi.

Sunday (12:08 am)

Me: please hear me out im sorry

Monday (current time)

“Do you think he’ll slam the door in my face?” The hallways were buzzing with life as I tried to veer my way around the crowd of students without running into anyone. Today, out of all days, I just so happened to have my last class of the day in a completely different building and at least a good five-minute walk away from the arts building.

“It’s what you’d deserve, to be fair, but—” The was a gasp on the other side of the phone and my eyebrows furrowed as Seulgi muttered something to someone, muffled, “sorry, Wooyoung almost dropped my mother’s favorite vase, I told him to take off that blindfold.”

Eyebrows furrowing even deeper, I abruptly stopped walking, making a girl give me a heated glare that I didn’t care for, “Why is he blindfolded? Wait! I actually don’t want to know.”

“We were playing hide and seek with his niece, you idiot, but I got bored and sneaked away when I saw you calling.” Seulgi’s voice was exasperated and I chuckled as I took off again, leaving the science major’s building as I nuzzled further into my thick scarf. Some days it was warmer, but most days it got really cold and I hated it. I couldn’t deal with the freezing weather, perhaps it was my biggest enemy after Jeong Yunho, “Anyways, as I was saying, you deserve to be ignored by Mingi, but knowing how big of a sucker he is for you, he’ll probably give in before you can utter a single word.”

My heart jumped at the thought as I gnawed on my bottom lip, cutting off the path as I hurried through the grass, uncaring that I was probably destroying the work of the gardener. Besides, the grass had barely just started growing out again, it would be fine, “You think so?”

“I know so.” I heard Wooyoung’s high-pitched voice shouting from the distance and my eyebrows furrowed as I realized Seulgi had probably put me on speaker. Now that was a bit awkward, “He’s an idiot, but he’s in love. Now that I come to think of it, you two are a lot alike, two idiots in love—”

“I believe your niece is looking for you, babe.” Seulgi cut her boyfriend off and I was thankful because I don’t think I could’ve handled hearing him say the words ‘in love’ again. That was scary, even just the thought of it. I was barely coming to terms with liking Mingi, but hearing the word love sort of made me want to turn back around and abandon my whole plan of trying to make peace between the two of us. And Seulgi knew this, thankfully, because she didn’t say anything about it again, “Are you on your way to his studio right now?”

I hummed and curled my fingers tighter around the thermos bottle, my nose cold from the weather as the arts building finally came into sight, “Yeah, three minutes and I’m there.”

“Good.” Seulgi sounded content and I sighed as I tried to ignore the dawning anxiety that tried to crawl through my body and make me abandon my well-thought-out plan. I had to do this. Seulgi and my mom were right, I couldn’t mess this up again. I liked Mingi, a lot. He is a good guy and I shouldn’t let my past and my fears dictate my life. Yes, Mingi is Yunho’s best friend, but Mingi isn’t like Yunho. Hopefully, “Update me later then, I love you Y/N, I hope you know that.”

I chuckled and nodded at the security guard as he was out of his cubicle, standing at the bottom of the steps, smoking his cigar, “I know, thank you for knocking some sense into me.”

“We’ll see about that later.” Her snort was amused and I shook my head as we said our goodbyes, the warmth of the building making me sigh out in relief as I entered through the front doors. I pocketed my phone and unwrapped my scarf from around my neck, greeting the familiar people I crossed paths with. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling nervous at all, after all, I didn’t know how Mingi would react. If he was anything like me, he wouldn’t forgive me so easily. Not when I’ve hurt him again and in the worst way possible.

As I ascended the marble stairs, I found stability in the thermos bottle clutched firmly in both of my hands now, its weight helping me to keep my determination and focus on going through with my own plan. When I woke this morning and went to take a quick shower, I was surprised to hear my mother’s singing and smell the delicious waft of pancakes, making my stomach growl loudly as I didn’t have dinner the night before. It seemed like my mother had taken a day off, grumbling something about her deserving a day to rest after she was almost choked out by one of her mentally ill patients. I couldn’t help but agree with her as we sat at the table in silence, enjoying our breakfast, that is until she cleared her throat loudly and stood up, fetching a mug and a cup from the counter next to the sink. I froze when I realized she was handing me the cup Mingi had designed with funny looking chicks on it, and I was even more confused when I realized it wasn’t coffee I was drinking, but hot chocolate.

“So, what are you going to do about that handsome fella?” I tried not to groan or regret the fact that I told her everything about Mingi. I took a tentative sip of the hot chocolate and realized it wasn’t hot before taking a bigger gulp as I enjoyed its sweet taste.

“I’ll talk to him today—”

“Great!” My mother didn’t even let me finish as she sprung up from her seat again to fetch something from a cupboard, “It’s amazing how strong our maternal intuition is, I swear my starlight, you should make some babies soon.”

“Mom.” I groaned as I watched her curiously as she took a blue thermos bottle from the cupboard and filled it with hot chocolate from the kettle, “We’ve had this discussion many times before, I’m not having children so young.”

“You’re not that young though.” She sent me a sheepish smile as my eyes widened, feigning hurt.

“I’m turning twenty-three?! How is that not young?” She cleared her throat as she sealed the thermos and walked back to the table to sit down.

“I’m just trying to inspire you, anyways,” She huffed and then placed the thermos on the table and pushed it towards me, “Bring this to him as peace offering, he’ll love it. Trust me.”

“I don’t think what Mingi needs right now is hot chocolate—”

“Finish your breakfast and shut up.” My mother didn’t let me finish as she cut off a thick part of the pancake with her fork and forced it inside my mouth, making me groan, “Mothers know best when it comes to stuff like this, be thankful I’m saving your relationship and be back before lunch. I’m ordering take out, and I certainly am not waiting for late your ass if I’m hungry.”

I knew fighting my mom was fruitless, so I just grumbled an okay as I tried to chew the pancake she had forced in my mouth, my cheeks all puffed out. My mother seemed content that I finally wasn’t talking back to her and I shook my head as I pulled the thermos bottle towards me, reminded of the time when Mingi had brought me tea knowing that I would be feeling probably a little sick after getting all soaked in the cold rain and harsh wind.

So, now, with Mingi’s clothes in my tote bag and the thermos filled with hot chocolate in my hands, I couldn’t help but feel optimistic despite the anxiety gripping at my thoughts. If my mother, Seulgi, and even Wooyoung—who knew Mingi like the back of his hand—were convinced that everything would work out just fine, then why would I not believe that? Sure, Mingi was probably still annoyed at me, but I didn’t think a few apologies and even more explanations couldn’t fix the issue at hand. All I had to do was be honest and come clean with my feelings and he’d probably do the same and then—that’s where anxiety stepped in. Then what? Was I ready to pursue a relationship? Did Mingi want to date me? Did I want to date him? Why did it have to be Jeong Yunho’s best friend I was into? Why could I not move past my fears and stop associating Mingi with everything I was wounded by, when he never once made me feel like Yunho did? I could dwell on these thoughts for an eternity, I fear, but I didn’t have that time right now. And to be fair, I didn’t want to think of such things right now because I could feel my determination wither the closer I got to the music majors’ floor, heartbeat loud in my ears.

I stopped at the end of the hallway and took a deep breath, eyes settling on the studio I knew now was used by Mingi only. Wooyoung was nice enough to tell me the number of his studio—not that I had forgotten since the last time I was here—and he also let me know that it was used by Mingi only, the teachers having granted him full access, even at hours when students were supposed to be at home. It seems so Mingi was a favorite amongst the teachers, and I could see why. He was diligent and hard-working; his lyrics were beautiful and nothing would stop him from fulfilling his dream of becoming a well-known rockstar. I couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of that, and hoped that I would be part of his journey, that he’d let me back into his life.

Steeling my nerves and trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I knew there was no turning back. I wanted to do this, I had to do this. I had to stop sabotaging myself, and so, I marched down the hallway towards Mingi’s studio with a newfound hope and determination. Which lasted about five seconds as I came face to face with Mingi’s studio door. There was a small window on it, which would let you know whether the room was occupied or not, and it was straight across the desk where he was sat at—with the blonde girl standing right next to him. And that should have been okay, because really, Mingi could talk to whoever and spend his time also with whoever he pleased. And it’s not like I didn’t have male friends—I didn’t, Seulgi was my only friend—it’s not like he couldn’t speak to one of his fans. After all, he’s made it clear she was nothing more than a fan he appreciated for helping spread the word about his band.

But then, why was her hand on his shoulder one second and the next second slowly trailing down the sleeve of his beige cardigan—which looked like it was messily stained with paint—and certainly the way my good disposal dissipated and was overtaken by blind jealousy and rage had nothing to do with the sudden possessiveness that shook me to my core. And perhaps the thing that bothered me the most wasn’t even her feeling up Mingi’s arm as she looked down at him with sultry eyes, perhaps it was the way Mingi leaned back in his chairs, legs spread wide, and smirk on his lips as he looked up at her with his sharp gaze, allowing her to touch him. Perhaps that’s what sent me over the edge as I barged inside the studio in the most unceremonious way, making the girl yelp in fright and Mingi flinch as his eyes widened.

『Baby, you're all that I want

I want you all to myself

Oh, but you know me too well』

And when I was angry—or panicking, or hurt—all rational thoughts flew out the window as I was led by nothing else but pure instinct and a shit ton of unclear and not so necessarily nice thoughts. Simpler put, I wasn’t thinking nor making sense, but I couldn’t care less as I glared at the both of them while I struggled to mask the fury licking at my veins. They were both looking at me wide eyed, as if I had caught them doing something I wasn’t supposed to, and that made me snap before I could think through how to proceed with this whole shitshow, “Get out.”

For a second, even I didn’t recognize my voice as it dropped a few octaves, fierce gaze set on the blonde girl as she paled, eyes scrambling between Mingi and me as, suddenly, Mingi seemed to snap out of whatever scare I had given him by slamming his door open and into the wall. God, I hope I haven’t actually damaged it, because I certainly didn’t have the money to pay for it right now. I couldn’t look at the blonde girl anymore, heart beating fast in my chest as Mingi and I made eye contact, his eyebrows set in a deep frown as he had a sneer on his face.

“Excuse me?” God, even her voice was annoying. I looked back at the blonde girl and raised my eyebrows at her mockingly.

“Are you deaf?” I chuckled, but it was humorless, “Do I need to repeat myself?”

She huffed, looking offended—rightfully so—and I gritted my teeth as I stepped inside the studio, making it pretty obvious that I wasn’t going anywhere before this bitch left. I tried not to see red as Mingi’s hands balled up into fists or the way the girl snickered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“You’re the one that’s barged inside uninvited, sweetheart,” And if I could have, I would have ripped her blonde strands out, “this isn’t your fucking studio, so, shut up. Mingi wants me here, maybe you should leave.”

I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing, somewhere deep in my mind realizing I looked absolutely psychotic and if Mingi didn’t hate me before, he certainly would hate me now. I wasn’t helping myself; I was making everything worse—just the usual, then. But this bitch wasn’t stopping me from getting what I came here for, and I hummed as my eyes fell on Mingi again, who’s jaw was clenching and unclenching. His sharp eyes were narrowed, but it seemed like he wasn’t saying anything anytime soon and that only pissed me off more.

“Sure,” I nodded and walked further inside, forcefully throwing my tote bag on the small couch against the wall on my left, making the contents of it spill out. I watched as both Mingi and the girl looked at the clothes, and Mingi’s expression flashed with something unreadable for a second, “Mingi wants you here.”

I suppose neither expected me not to stop until I reached the desk, coming up on Mingi’s left side as I slammed the thermos bottle—albeit too harshly—against the desk, a loud bang echoing in the room. Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed as I opened my mouth to tell the girl to leave again, but suddenly, he was up on his feet, staring me down. The height difference wasn’t that great between the two of us, but suddenly I felt small under his heated glare and sneer that seemed to settle on his lips, broad shoulders intimidating as he lowered his head just a little bit. He looked nothing like the Mingi I had gotten to know over the past few months, and it made my heart race as I realized I might not be able to reason with him today, “What the fuck is your problem, Y/N?! You tell her to get out when you barge in unwelcomed, and then start demanding for her to leave—”

I couldn’t even let him finish his sentence before I was firing back my argument, “Oh, what’s my fucking problem?! Maybe the fact that you lied to me?”

“About what?!” Mingi snapped, eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards me, his body big enough to make the blonde girl not be seen behind him.

“Oh, be for real.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “You never show anyone your songs to? But you so conveniently let me listen to that unfinished song of yours and now look who else gets to listen to it? Her. If you’re so desperate to get laid, you should have—”

“I didn’t show her shit.” Mingi cut me off, voice shaking as his cheeks grew red from anger, probably. Mingi wasn’t a scary person, but he looked scary right now. There was no ounce of kindness in his expression nor tone, he looked cold and angry and like he hated me. I gulped and realized, once again, that I was digging myself deeper into the shithole I had created for myself, that I was hurting him again and again. This is not how things were supposed to go, “I only showed you. That unfinished song you’re talking about, only you know about it. Thanks for reminding me again why I shouldn’t deal with you anymore—”

“Stop it.” I snapped, eyebrows furrowing as I felt fear grip at my throat, making my voice sound shaky as Mingi’s expression went blank. I hated when he did that. I wanted to know what he was thinking about, I needed to see what he felt. I couldn’t do this if he withdrew himself, I couldn’t do this if I was the only one that would bare her heart to him. I was scared. He was pushing me away like Yunho had done, Mingi was abandoning me.

“Stop it?” If I wanted to cry when he laughed in my face mockingly, impassive smirk settling on his lips, I didn’t let it happen. I kept my composure, anger, hurt, desperation, yearning all mixing together as I found it harder and harder to breathe, “You want me to be nice to you after all the shit you said to me on Saturday? You want me to treat you like before after everything that’s happened? I can’t. You hurt me, made me feel like a fucking idiot, Y/N, you broke—I thought we were friends. I feel disrespected and played, and yet here you are again, acting like you have even an ounce of right to act the way you are right now, when it’s you who made it so fucking clear you want nothing to do with me anymore. Do you enjoy making others suffer? Do you want to see me on my fucking knees begging for your attention? I have enough self-respect to step back and move on with my life when someone so blatantly tells it to my face that I am nothing—”

“But you aren’t!” My tone raised without me meaning to as my heart continued to beat out of my chest so fast my ears started ringing. I felt tears prick at my eyes, but I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to victimize myself, I just wanted Mingi to understand I made a mistake, that I knew I did, and that I was trying to fix things. I didn’t want us to part ways, especially not like this, he made me realize this second that I didn’t want to lose him, “You aren’t nothing to me. I said those things because I’m scared. I don’t know how to navigate these feelings—”

“Save it, okay?” I was left gaping as Mingi shook his head, pushing his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans, “I don’t want to hear whatever sob shit you have to say right now, I’m asking you kindly to leave before I call security and delete my number, like I have deleted yours.”

The silence that settled upon us was deafening and my eyebrows furrowed as a tear rolled down my cheek without warning, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to find my breath. That hurt, it hurt more than anything before, it hurt more than when Yunho left me, broke my heart. Mingi meant so much more to me than Yunho ever did, and I bit my lower lip as Mingi seemed unaffected, expression blank and rather bored. Nothing was making sense anymore. I was scared, but I also felt ready to break free of the chains of the past, I wanted Mingi. And knowing all this, I didn’t want to hold back anymore, I didn’t want to consider my next words anymore. I just wanted to speak my mind freely.

“My ex-boyfriend is Jeong Yunho, your best friend.” Mingi had almost turned away from me, but he froze, head slowly turning back to face me once again, “We dated back in high school, many years ago, when we were still some headless and stupid teenagers. But he was the first boy I’ve ever loved and he fucking broke my heart, shattered into pieces with a bright smile on his lips. He promised me many things, and I was naïve, so I believed it all. And because I did, I ended up hurt beyond fixing and I’ve never trusted a man again. He was my first boyfriend and the center of my universe, yet he never cared enough about me to properly break up with me.

“Yunho talked about you all the time. Everything you liked, everything you hated, you were part of our daily conversations and I always wished to meet you, to see what was so great in you that had Yunho gushing all the time. I was jealous, so jealous that I became bitter. I started hating even the mention of your name, I selfishly wanted Yunho to myself, and you gone from his life. I couldn’t understand what was so great about you and why I wasn’t enough. I knew Yunho didn’t love me, but I wanted him to, so I made myself believe it, believe that I was worth more to him than you’ll ever be. And in the process, I stupidly made myself believe that he’d never leave me, that he was the one for me like he has said so many times before.

“He broke my heart so fucking bad that it took years until I could say his name or even see his face again. I am over him now, have been for a long time, but I can’t help still feel bitter about him. I can’t help but associate you with him at times. He made me defensive and untrusting of men, I couldn’t help but assume you’d be just like Yunho when I first met you, at least when I finally realized who you were. I felt so guilty, I tried to push you away but you wouldn’t fucking give up. You are everything yet nothing like Yunho and that scares me, because I want you, Mingi. But I’m scared you’ll abandon me like Yunho did, that you’ll fill my head with empty and pretty fantasies and then leave me alone with them, tearing my heart apart in the process. I want to open up, but I’m scared. I think, however, with you by my side, I’d be able to do that, to let my walls down.”

The silence that settled upon us, once again, was deafening and I gulped, heart racing and making me feel lightheaded as Mingi’s face had fallen, expression finally not as void as before. He looked shocked, but surprisingly, he didn’t look hurt nor like he would hate me for ever. It made me hopeful for a second, it made me sniff loudly and blink away the insisting tears from my eyes. He gulped and took a deep breath, making me stare in his eyes, hopeful and less scared, as he sighed and rubbed at his chin; a stubble was showing. Now that I come to think of it, he looks rather tired with bags under his eyes, and his platinum hair has a blue hue to it.

“I’m sorry he made you go through so much; I know it wasn’t easy.” Mingi’s tone finally lost the edge it had before, finally it wasn’t laced with so much anger, and it almost made me cry, “I kind of—I knew. Not exactly the whole thing, but I suppose I can say I had a feeling that there was history between you and Yunho. It was too obvious whenever I brought him up that you didn’t like him, at first I was confused, but then I suppose everything just clicked into place. The drawing of his eyes, the sweater you lent me and the fact that you gave it to me in the end—I’ve known since then that it was probably Yunho. I never said anything to him, not like that at least, I wanted you to come to me on your own, when you fully trusted me with the information. And I’m sorry, but he—he was an asshole back in high school, he was insecure and he played with everyone’s feelings, he was quite good at manipulating people around him. He’s mentioned dating you, but very few times, and by the time you had broken up I had all but forgotten about you, I suppose I wasn’t much better compared to him.

“But all of this isn’t my fault in the end, and while I completely understand your reasoning now and why you often acted the way you did, I’m sorry, but I can’t just let go of things and start anew. There’s just—too many things that have happened, emotions that you stirred up in me, and I just can’t do it, I—it’s not even about you and Yunho, I don’t give a fuck about it, it was ages ago and Yunho is a changed man and I know he’s long moved on. And you too, I believe you have, you seemed less bitter lately, but I just can’t. I can’t help but ask again, what do you want, YN?”

At least he wasn’t mad at me, but I did feel ashamed that I made him piece everything together on his own, that I wasn’t capable of telling him the truth myself. I have made mistakes, sure, but Mingi apparently didn’t hate me for them, “I just want to apologize, for everything.”

Mingi nodded and I watched in despair as that cold mask slipped back onto his face, expression void of any emotion once again. It made me want to grab his shoulders and shake them, force him to look deep into my eyes and just see everything I felt for him, “That’s fine, I accept your apology. If that’s all, you can leave—”

“But that’s not all!” I snapped, having had enough of being dismissed by him. I saw the way his jaw twitched, the way his eyebrows furrowed at my defiance, at my reluctance to leave just yet. I was being pathetic and a pain in the ass, but I had to make him understand that I was ready to leave all my fears behind for him, to learn how to be a better person next to him. I wanted to change, and I wanted it to happen with him by my side, with him guiding me and teaching me how to be more like him, and less like the shitty person I was for so long. I longed to be the way I was before meeting Yunho, a lot happier and a lot less broody and hateful of the beautiful things that surrounded me, “Mingi, I cannot stop thinking about you. I spend every waking moment when we’re apart wondering what you’re up to, what’s going through your mind, whether you’re okay or not. And I’ve been drawing you, since the first time I saw you, you’ve captured my attention, you’ve made me curious of who you were the longer we spent time together. I don’t want to be like this anymore, I don’t want to hurt you anymore and shut you out, I want to fix everything. I want to—I just want you, Mingi.”

There was a quiet scoff behind Mingi, but neither one of us reacted to it as our gazes bore into each other, my eyes glinting with yearning and his façade slowly breaking down as he released a shaky breath, “Mingi, I adore you.”

“Get out.” For a second, my body froze as I thought he was addressing me, but then, he whirled around and pointed towards the studio’s still open door, “Get out, now.”

And I just realized that the blonde girl had been witness to everything, and I couldn’t help but blanch in embarrassment as she made to interject, but I guess Mingi’s sharp eyes made her reconsider her choice as she huffed and then stormed out of the studio. My cheeks felt hot and I realized the clothes were making me sweaty, so as Mingi hurried towards the door to close it, I shrugged my jacket off and placed it neatly on the back of the sofa together with my thick scarf. And as I looked up, mouth dry as the door clicked shut and Mingi turned around, it felt like time stopped, like the world stopped moving. But Mingi was moving towards me, in nothing more than three steps he stood in front of me, and before I could even as much as try to reason with him or plead more to be forgiven, warm fingers dug into my cheeks and the wind was knocked from my lungs as his plush warm lips slammed against mine, making me gasp as my eyes remained wide open.

『Filthy impetuous soul

I wanna give it to you』

I thought he wouldn’t want anything to do with me, I thought he’d tell me that he needed time to forgive me completely and for us to work things out. But I couldn’t help shudder and feel ecstatic as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and cardigan, my eyes falling shut, as I pulled him closer to my body, savoring the kiss as if it was our first. But it wasn’t anything like that one, it wasn’t soft nor careful nor slow, it was hurried and desperate as Mingi pushed me backward, pressing me against the wall, right between the small space between the sofa and the desk. My arms circled his neck as he grabbed my nape with one big hand and pressed his other into the small of my back, making it arch as my fingers tangled into his soft hair, not pulling, just feeling the need to hold onto something, to keep myself grounded.

And much like the first time, our lips seemed to fit perfectly, and I tried not to keen when he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh, and I tried not to turn into a puddle when he hummed lowly against my lips as my fingers flexed in his hair. Perhaps I kissed him a bit harder and more aggressively as our pace quickened, my hand holding the side of his neck as Mingi pressed his body into mine until it felt like he was trying to forbid me even of the idea of escaping from his clutches, and I had no fucking intention of going anywhere, because in his arms I felt content and safe, and perhaps a bit too hot as goosebumps covered my arms the longer our lips moved hungrily against each other. And when I cupped his cheeks and perhaps held onto them a bit too firmly, his lips parted, and I ignored my lungs screaming for air as my tongue slipped past his parted mouth. I didn’t expect him to moan as our tongues tangled together, all wet and perhaps a little disgusting, but neither one of us cared about that.

I tried to stand on my tip toes for better access as Mingi’s ring clad fingers were suddenly running through my hair and tilting my head back, making my skin tingle where he held my hip firmly. I had been kissed by other people before, but neither felt like with Mingi, neither made me crave more and more and more. But our lungs could only go on so long without air, and I would’ve been embarrassed for the loud gasp I let out when we finally parted, if it wasn’t for Mingi diving straight for my neck and finding the sweet spot that made me putty in his arms. And I tried to ignore his deep grunts as my fingers got tangled in his platinum blonde strands as he pressed open mouthed and wet kisses against my neck, his arms around my hips pulling me into an embrace that had my pulse showing through the skin of my neck. My lips were tingling and my lungs actually hurt, but I couldn’t care less when Mingi finally pulled back and blinked his dark eyes open, pupils dilated and lips so swollen he almost made me chase after them once again.

『Oh, just to see what you'd do

'Cause I'm so drunk on you』

“What’s in the thermos?” His voice was raspier than usual, and it made me bite my bottom lip as my eyes searched his face, his falling on my lips instead.

“Hot chocolate, for peace making.” I answered, sounding a lot more breathless than I actually felt, and Mingi chuckled, the sound deep in his throat. I let my arms fall from his shoulders and instead circled them around his torso, trying to fight off the smile from my lips. Mingi didn’t look angry nor dismissive anymore, but I knew I wasn’t actually forgiven just yet. And that was only fair.

“This is peacemaking, not the hot chocolate.” And there it was, the mischievous glint in his eyes and the smug smirk on his lips as he squeezed my hips once and lowered his face until our lips brushed together, “Although I do appreciate the hot chocolate too.”

“Good, my mom was rather excited when she told me to give it to you.” I pressed a chaste kiss against Mingi’s lips before he could try and say anything, and he chuckled when I pulled away, eyes creasing and crooked front teeth showing.

“What are we now?” His voice was a mere whisper, not insecure nor scared, just wondering, “What do you want?”

I gulped, but decided to be honest. No more hiding my feelings and thoughts from him, “I don’t know just yet, and that’s why I need you to take the lead, but this—I want more of this, of you.”

“Good,” Mingi hummed, lips pursed as he kissed my cheek once before slowly releasing me from his warm embrace, “because I’ve been wanting more of you for fucking ages, doll.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as suddenly I felt embarrassed and perhaps a little shy, but Mingi seemed to be unphased as he grabbed my tote bag and looked through it because his clothes were in it, “You can keep these, they looked better on you anyway. But you better not give them to Yunho if he ever happens to go over to your house—”

“Mingi.” I snapped mortified and pushed his arm as he dropped the tote bag and burst out laughing, giving me a cheeky smile.

“Want to hear the rest of the song I made for you?”

“For me?”

“Yeah, doll, for you.”

By the time I managed to get home I might as well been on cloud nine and in so much ecstasy that one would think I was on drugs. Which, kind of felt like it after the day I have had—not that I’ve ever done any drugs. I failed to notice my mother’s silhouette in the window of our kitchen when I got out of Mingi’s car and, of course, that meant she saw him get out of his old Honda Prelude and jog after me to kiss me hard and leave me dizzy before he left. And all of that, of course, meant that by the time I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, my mother was leaning against the archway of the kitchen with the widest smirk I’ve ever seen on her face.

“So, did you have sex?”

My eyes widened in mortification and I struggled to step out of my boots and shrug off my jacket, “Mom!”

“So, you did, huh.” It wasn’t even a question, and suddenly running after Mingi’s car sounded a lot better than standing in front of my mother as she bit her bottom lip, giving me a wink.

“We didn’t!” I exclaimed, cheeks flushed a deep red as I cradled the tote bag to my chest, “He needs to take me out on a date first—many dates, actually.”

“Well, he better hurry up then cuz you’re glowing and you’re happy.” I froze at my mother’s words as she looked at me with a serene expression on her face, lips pulled into a small smile, forgetting all about her previous teasing, “He’s good for you, too good. I haven’t seen you so relaxed and happy since—since highschool.”

Since Yunho broke up with me.

“I know, and I will make sure I never hurt him again.” I told my mom and she hummed, looking down at her wristwatch.

“You missed lunch, by the way, so you’ll eat chicken tenders—”

“Again?!”

“Again, exactly. Go wash up before dinner.”

And I was out of her sight in no time, with a newfound rush in my system, skin tingling as I realized I craved to hold my pencil and my sketchbook in my hands. I couldn’t remember the last time I drew something for me and not because it was an assignment. And if hours later the sketch looked a lot like a familiar platinum blonde haired man with sharp eyes and a tall nose wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan over it, accessories many and nails painted black, then I wouldn’t even deny it anymore. Perhaps he would love seeing my drawings. Perhaps I should finally show him.

Mings 🖤: date on wednesday? Me: but im paying this time Mings 🖤: so when we went to the pottery coffee shop it was a date wasnt it, doll Me: maybe it was maybe it wasnt Mings 🖤: no maybes this time

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 1 year ago

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You didn't actually think I would miss this, did you? (Tobin Heath x Reader)

Just a short little fic for Tobin's birthday. Not really edited so mind any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

Between work getting busy and studying, life has been busy lately so writing has unfortunately been put on the back burner so fics might take longer than usual. My final essay is due in less than 2 weeks so hopefully I'll have more time to write after that!

Words: 1.4k

Y/n: Nobody on earth can make me feel the way you do. Everyday I wake up you continue to amaze me in every way possible. Your kindness, empathy and compassion are what make you the most amazing woman I've ever known. Please never stop being the beautiful, confident and sexiest person that I am madly in love with. Everyday I am blessed to have you by my side. I hope today is filled with love, friendship, surprises and fun. Thank you for going through life with me. Happy birthday my love. I love you today and always.

Toby: Thank you baby. There's no one I'd rather go through life with than you. I love you so much.

Toby: I wish you were here with me today... I miss you

Y/n: I miss you too Toby. We'll see each other soon. I'm sure you'll have an amazing day regardless. I wanted to have this text ready for you to wake up to, but I got busy :(

Toby: It's okay, facetime later?

Y/n: Wouldn't miss it. I have to go, but I'll message you a bit later. I love you

It was Tobin's birthday today. We had been together for 7 years and this was the first birthday that we would be apart for. Since we started dating, we had always made sure to be with each other on our birthdays. This year though, I was playing in Europe meaning I couldn't be there this year. Well that's what she thought anyway. I was out for a couple of weeks with an injury and coach had agreed that I could return to the states as long as I kept up with physio.

Tobin's birthday happened to fall in the middle of a national team camp. One that I couldn't attend due to being injured. I knew they would be planning something so I had reached out to Ali to let her know I was surprising Tobin. I trusted her to not let it slip and she was able to keep me updated on their plans so I could surprise her. I didn't want to miss her whole birthday, instead I had found a flight that would get me there in time to surprise her at lunch.

I got through security as quickly as possible. Knowing I was so close to seeing Tobin again was making me impatient. This was probably the longest we had gone without seeing each other. I hated it, but playing internationally had always been a dream of mine. They had organized lunch in the meal room at the hotel seeing as there were so many of them. I quickly dropped my stuff in Tobin's hotel room and cleaned myself up a bit before heading down to the meal room.

Ali had organized a game of guess the person. Tobin was blindfolded and had to guess who was in front of her based on the feel of their hands and face. The girls smiled widely when they saw me, somehow managing to not completely freak out. I watched Tobin go through a few more of them. There was a wide smile on her face, the corners of her eyes no doubt crinkling. I knew pretty much all of Tobin's expressions at this point, even without properly seeing them. It made me happy knowing that even though she was missing me, she was still able to have fun and be genuinely happy.

After a few minutes, I stepped up to Tobin, placing her hand on my arm first then my face. I knew there was a high chance that once she felt either of my hands she would know it was me. Besides the years of almost constant hand holding, I had a scar on one of my hands that was very noticeable.

I lent into her touch, enjoying the feeling after almost six months away from her. That must have been a give away, because her hand froze briefly before moving to my eyebrow that also had a scar then my left hand. She ripped the blindfold off, eyes wide as she stared at me in shock.

"Y/n!" Tobin pretty much squealed, jumping up, arms wrapping around me as she jumped up, legs around my waist, "You're here, you're actually here."

"You didn't seriously think I would miss your birthday did you?"

Tobin kissed me hard, filled with passion and love. I knew the team were watching, fake gags coming from them, but I did care as I cupped the back of her head, not letting her move until we were both out of breath. Tobin watched me for a few seconds before speaking, "I love you so much. How long do I have you for?"

Reluctantly, I put her down, feeling my knee starting ache, "A couple of weeks. Pretty much until I'm ready to join practice again as long as I keep up with physio here."

Since there weren't any real plans for after lunch, Tobin and I snuck off to the room. We didn't do anything other than cuddle and make out a little bit. I was exhausted from my flight, all I wanted to do was hold her after months apart. When Tobin eventually had to go to the bathroom, I got the piece of paper and ring box from my bag. I quickly hid the ring box as Tobin came back into the room. I still wasn't sure if I was going to propose right now with just the two of us or do something with the team later. I wanted to have it with me for when I decided the time was right.

"I got you something."

"You didn't have to, just being here is enough."

"Shush and take it. I think you're going to like this."

I handed her a piece of paper. She read over it slowly before jumping on me, peppering kisses across my face, "You're coming back?!? We get to play together again?"

"I'm coming back. I still have to be there for a couple more months though. I love playing for arsenal, it's been a great experience, but it's not worth how much I miss you."

A few tears fell down her cheeks as she kissed me slowly before a smile stretched across her face, interrupting the kiss. Her smile was one of my favourite sights so I wasn't mad about it, "You are amazing, I love you Y/n."

"I love you Toby."

Once again I found myself watching her. Taking in her smile, the way her eyes crinkled, the dimples I was obsessed with, her beautiful eyes that I could look at forever and the short hair that drove me crazy. It was my first time seeing it in person, I had ran my fingers through it countless times already and was currently resisting the urge to do it again. I loved her more than I thought it was possible to love another person. She was the person I craved, the first person I thought of when I woke up or before I went to sleep, the first person I wanted to tell when anything happened. She was the person I wanted by my side for the rest of my life.

"I meant what I said in my text."

"Which part?"

"All of it. Even after 7 years, you still make my heart race, butterflies and sparks to explode at even the slightest touch. No one has even made me feel the way you do and no one else ever will. I thank everything in this world that you chose me, that I get to be with you and love you every day. You are the only person I want by myside through everything life throws our way. The good, bad, funny, messy, whatever it is, it will be okay because I have you. I am so madly in love with you Tobin Powell Heath, I want to do life with you for as long as you'll have me. Will you marry me?"

Tobin launched forward before I could even get the ring box. She hugged me tightly, tears landing against my neck, "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. I love you so fucking much Y/n."

My own tears fell, the happiness bubbling over as I chuckled, "Can I get the ring now?"

"You got me a ring?"

I reached under the pillow for the ring box, opening it for Tobin to see. It was just a simple rose gold band, it fit who she was and the type of style she liked. She grinned widely as I easily slipped it onto her finger, "Of course I did. I've been planning to do this for months now. Only the best for my girl or should I say fiancé?"

"God I can't wait to marry you Y/n."

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seigephoenix · 1 month ago

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Kinktober 2024: Blindfold

Just 8 days left in October! I'll have my Kinktober set to reblog all day, ending with the finale of the "Don't Say a Word" fic for Halloween. After that, expect lots of Dragon Age: Veilguard stuff popping up (with proper tags of course).

Ship: Rhys Shepard x Garrus Vakarian Content Warning: sass, p in v sex, description of alien anatomy, fingering Length: 2.8k

Rhys Shepard was many things but survivors was at the top of that list. She wasn’t known as the most diplomatic soldier in the Alliance Navy, which was why top brass tended to keep her out of the front lines. Though that had been blown to hell and back when she’d encountered that Prothean artifact during that fucked up mission with Nihlus. Her methods weren’t universally loved because she didn’t care if someone was human so long as they got shit done. Her rough exterior was enough to scare most people off, and she preferred it that way. Letting people close let them hurt you, and she’d be damned if she’d be vulnerable in front of anyone again. Until she died and was given a second chance. Rhys swore she wouldn’t squander that chance, not when she knew what was coming. So she gathered her crew and swore to take the fight to the Collectors.

Commander Quarters

Rhys leaned back on her couch as she studied the smooth metal ceiling. She’d just gotten out of the shower and her towel draped around her neck. For once she let her midnight hair down from the tight bun falling over her shoulders in damp waves. She ran a hand through it and shook her head at the onyx strands that flowed through her fingers like water. The only thing she wouldn’t do was cut her hair; she’d put it into the tightest bun in the platoon but cutting it was out of the question. She dropped her hand to the couch as she sighed. “I fucked up again.” She’d spoken to Garrus and left feeling like she’d done something wrong. They’d just confronted Sidonis, and while she normally would be all for the ruthless options… Something in her knew that doing so would break Garrus. Rhys was used to shouldering those burdens but she didn’t think Garrus was nor did she want him too.

She recognized the burning hatred in his eyes, hell she’d felt it herself many times. The only reason she survived so long during that assault was pure hatred. Rhys wished she could help him, but she’d never known the right words to say to anyone let alone to someone she cared about. Her pale green eyes cut to the door when it slid open. Her eyes narrowed at that. She wasn’t expecting anyone and EDI hadn’t given her any warning about her guest. If it was Miranda again wanting to talk about plans, Rhys wasn’t sure what she’d do. To her shock, Garrus walked through the door looking behind him as the door slid closed with a quiet hiss.

“Garrus?” Rhys asked quietly as she slowly got to her feet. She realized she wasn’t wearing pants! Rhys hadn’t expected any company for the evening. “Wait a minute,” she said as she stepped towards the bathroom. Rhys jumped when his hand reached out and blocked her. She cut a glance over to him but realized he wouldn’t be bothered by her going without pants. Not as if turians found humans that sexy, if she was being honest with herself, she wasn’t the epitome of femme fatale either. “Sorry, what can I help you with?”

Rhys didn’t move as he stepped closer to her but her heart did start racing. They’d shared that one night but it had been more like clumsy fumbling than anything else. Garrus had been avoiding her since. Rhys wouldn’t admit it hurt; she’d rather bite off her tongue. Garrus simply stared at her and Rhys felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise in alarm. She ducked and avoided the hand that reached out for her. “Jesus, what the hell is going on Garrus?” Rhys demanded as she stepped away.

“Commander, do you require assistance?” EDI asked through the speaker and Rhys sighed and rubbed the back of her head, heedless of the way her shirt rose over her stomach.

“No EDI. I can handle it just fine. Don’t call in the cavalry please, I’d rather not have Miranda or the others catch me without pants.” EDI gave the affirmation and the silence descended again. “Now, care to explain what the hell you’re on about this time Vakarian?”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said and Rhys huffed.

“You were the one who bit my head off when I went to talk to you the morning after.” Rhys waved dismissively as she crossed her arms under her breasts. The urge to spit an insult rested on her tongue but she held it. This was Garrus. “I figured that you sated your curiosity and that was it. Humans weren’t attractive to you and I understood.” She turned away from him and towards her bed where she reached for her hair tie. Rhys yelped when hands shoved her to the bed, she landed on her hands and knees. She paused as her hair swung down over her shoulders, assessing to make sure what happened did happen.

“Vakarian…” She spun around but his hand closed over her ankle.

“Mordin told me that humans have ways to show trust in the bedroom. Is that true Shepard?” Rhys stopped fighting him and looked up at him.

“That’s what you want to ask?” He nodded and held her gaze before she dropped her head back to the bed. “Ugh, yes. There are certain ways to show complete trust in your partner in the bedroom. That humans do, I mean. I assume turians have similar things?” Rhys sat up and pulled her legs under her when he released her ankle.

“Something like that. Most turians go into sex knowing it’s not going to be something that will hurt the other.” Rhys wanted to roll her eyes but she resisted.

“Did Mordin tell you any of these trust activities?” Rhys asked as she propped her elbow on her knee when Garrus sat next to her on the bed.

“No. He said I should ask you.” Rhys cast a skeptical glance at him but she sighed.

“Well, there’s plenty. There’s giving your partner total control over you. How your body moves, tying them up, giving orders, not letting them orgasm until you say so, and then there’s smaller things. Blindfolds are a basic activity to build trust.” Rhys told him plainly.

“Blindfolds? You willingly do that with your partners?”

“It takes a lot to get me to bend for it, but yeah, I’ve done it before. We assume that if we’re going to be blindfolded that we won’t be stabbed in the back by our partners. For me, I don’t like leaving myself so unguarded. It takes a lot of trust for me to let someone put a blindfold on me, it makes me nervous when I can’t see. Thanks to Akuze.” Garrus paused at her words. She could sense the hesitation in him and looked over at her nightstand. She grabbed the tie she’d kept from her dress blues. Not that she had any occasion to wear them in the near future, so what better way to put it to use. The material was a smooth silk that flowed over her fingers.

“What are you doing Shepard?” Rhys wanted to laugh at how nervous he sounded.

“Relax Vakarian. I’m just grabbing my tie. It can double as a blindfold. When your sight is cut off all the other senses become sharper to compensate.” She let the silky material slide over her hands again and she wanted to grin as his eyes followed the movements. “I’m guessing your conversation with Mordin was because you wanted to ask about us doing something like this?”

“I meant what I said Shepard. You’re one of the few people I respect the hell out of in this galaxy. I wanted to know how to make you feel good.” Rhys felt her heart soften and she reached over to trail her fingers along the side of his face, falling away at the end of his mandibles.

“You could have just asked me. Mordin can tell you all day long about sexual positions and orgasms and all that shit. Doesn’t mean a damn thing. Most humans are wired the same way biologically. Sex to us is a lot more than just put tab A into slot B.” Garrus looked down at her curiously. “A lot of time it takes more atmosphere as you found from last time. Typically, I’m not the kind of gal you wine and dine. I’m happy with a romp in the sack to relieve tension.”

“But I want to make you see yourself like I do.” Rhys paused at his words and looked up at him. His hand reached out and stroked her hair, letting the strands cling to his rough skin before falling away. Rhys felt the vulnerability trying to slip in and she fought desperately against it. She wanted to lean into him and just let him make her forget everything.

“Alright then. We can give this a try. From my understanding, the Normandy is going to dock for repairs so there’s no mission that requires my attention tomorrow. So we have the time.” Rhy lifted the silk tie and slid it over her face, knotting it easily to make it snug. She took a calming breath and reminded herself she was with Garrus. “Alright. I can’t see anything.” She grinned when she felt his hand waving in front of her face. “I can’t see your hand but I can feel it moving,” she said with a smile.

Rhys sucked in a breath when his hand rested against her breast. The last time he hadn’t paid much attention to them, but not this time. Her head fell back when he squeezed hissing when her nipple pebbled against the palm of his hand. A needy whimper escaped when he gently pinched her nipple, she could tell how cautious he was being. “I’m not made of glass Garrus,” she said sensing the way he stiffened. “A little roughness isn’t going to break me.” Rhys squealed when her back hit the bed followed by a laugh as he knelt between her legs. He eased his hands up between her thighs feeding the ache throbbing in her body.

She lifted her hips when he hooked his fingers in the sides of her underwear, shuddering when he pulled them away from her. Rhys suppressed the whine when his thumbs caressed the inside of her knees. She wanted his hands on her and driving her wild until she forgot this whole damn mission. He slid his hands down her thighs, skimming over her trembling core, before tugging her tank top off her. Rhys huffed as she propped up on her elbows. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Having the galaxy’s most badass Commander at my mercy? No, of course I’m not enjoying this.” He leaned in and nibbled at her shoulder, earning a soft moan from her lips. She groaned as her walls squeezed around nothing when his tongue soothed the sting.

“Sarcasm doesn’t, ah, doesn’t become you,” she moaned. His hands slid around and cupped her ass squeezing the soft skin. His talons scraped against her leaving trails of white hot heat behind. His tongue reached out and teased her nipple until it was a hardened point beneath him. Rhys let out a keening whimper when he nipped the side of her breast. Garrus slid one hand between her legs, chuckling when he felt her thighs squeeze his arm to lock it in place.

He rested his palm against her clit, just one tiny push and she’d get the friction she needed. Rhys rocked her hips against his hand, whining when the spike of heat burst low in her belly. “Yes.” Garrus paused at the soft word and she whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please.”

Garrus leaned in and Rhys was surrounded by him. She’d never get tired of his scent. Gun oil and the sharp sting of smell right before a thunderstorm hit. Her hands reached for him as she curled into him with his palm grinding down on her clit. Her fingers curled over the chitin layering over the softer layers of his skin, desperate for something to cling to at the pleasure haze that threatened to consume her mind. Her toes curled into the blanket as the pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to explode. She clenched her jaw on another needy whimper for more.

“Rhys.” Garrus’s low voice was right in her ear. A keening moan escaped when he slid a finger inside of her body. She felt his subvocals against her body when her walls squeezed his finger. She trailed her fingers down over his chest, memorizing the shape and feel of him. She brushed over the plate that protected his cock and eased it to the side. He growled when she palmed his cock.

Her fingers wrapped around him, marveling at how different he was. Turgid and wide. Rhys wondered how it fit the last time. Her lips parted on a needy sigh when his finger curled inside of her. Her head dropped back as the heat broke inside of her. Her thighs squeezed tight around his arm, the moans coming through clenched teeth as it crashed through her in a violent wave. Rhys fell backwards after the last wave ebbed and laid there catching her breath. She sensed him shifting and she grabbed his arm.

“Not yet.” She flipped over onto her stomach and reached for the lubricant in her nightstand. Even as wet as she was there was no way she was risking it. “We’re not done yet Garrus.” She handed the bottle over to him and raised her ass in the air towards him. A universal sign she hoped.

Rhys grabbed a pillow to hold. A sharp cry escaped when his cock slid inside. Her fingers twisted in the sheets as the subtle ridges along the sides of his cock hit just right. Her sensitive walls tightened around his cock until he was fully inside her. His talons grabbed her waist, digging into the soft skin. Rhys knew she’d have bruises later. She rocked back against him, relishing the low growl from him. Rhys pitched forward when he slammed into her deep. Her lips parted on whimpers for him to go faster, go harder. She didn’t even care that he was seeing the scars from Akuze, something she never showed anyone. All she could focus on was how good his cock felt inside of her.

Tiny stabs of pain at her hips merely heightened the pleasure clouding her mind. Garrus leaned over her, letting his body rub against hers with each thrust. He reached under her to squeeze her breast in time to his thrusts. His other hand slipped between her legs to tease her clit. She was going to go crazy. Her head thrashed at the heat building low in her belly again. His subvocals were rumbling against her back each time his cock hit deep inside of her.

“You know what I want Rhys,” he murmured right against her ear. “So go ahead and give it to me.” Rhys whimpered when his finger massaged her clit, keeping her skirting the edge when all she wanted was to throw herself into the abyss.

“I. Please.” Rhys couldn’t string two words together, she merely rocked back to meet his thrusts. Sweat dripped down her forehead, plastering her hair to her temple. Her fingers curled into the sheets as the sweet tension built to a breaking point. “Fuck, Garrus.” Rhys moaned as her walls fluttered around his cock with each wave of heat that rolled through her. Her first orgasm had been like a tempest battering a beach, this orgasm was slow as molasses in winter. Rhys savored each spasm of pleasure moaning only a little when Garrus pulled out of her. She knew why he did it, but she so desperately wanted to feel him come inside of her.

Rhys struggled to get her breathing back to normal as she laid on her bed limply. She didn’t have the energy to move at the moment and wasn’t keen on doing so either. She jumped a little when his hands tugged the blindfold off. “I see by your expression that you enjoyed that?”

“Hmm. Don’t make it a habit Vakarian.” Rhys grinned as he huffed at her. “Come on.” She turned her head to look at him and extended a hand to him. Garrus grasped hers in his and grunted when she tugged him down to the bed. Before he could get his bearings, she was already tucked up against him. One leg thrown over his hips, and her arms wrapped around his neck.

“You can’t be comfortable like that…” Rhys huffed.

“I’ve slept in worse conditions than this. Now, let’s get some sleep Vakarian. We can talk tomorrow morning when I’m able to string words together.” Garrus didn’t comment on her sarcasm, but he shifted until his arm draped across her waist. They had plenty of time to talk about it, and to his surprise he looked forward to it.

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splendentmoon · 1 year ago

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IDo you know that one scene in Rapunzel where Rapunzel promises Gothel to stay with her if she lets Eugen go ? I just had to think about the Jade Prince in this situation (because I live this au 🥹!) and here is the result :

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Macaque and Wukong find themselves surrounded by celestial warriors, dozens of spears pointing at them. The emperor has created a binding seal, trapping the two monkeys in place. Even the great sage is powerless against the might of the man who holds the very fabric of the realm together. Emperor be damned.

MK struggles against the guards, their iron grip preventing him from escaping and helping the monkey demons – his parents.

Jade emperor: Now look what you've done, Yu. Oh don't worry dear. We will find a nice mountain for those two insufferable demons to trap them under. Permanently. And as for you? You are going where no one will ever find you, again.

In a desperate struggle, MK fights even more against the guards hold. His blindfold slips off, unveiling the burned upper half of his face – the unsightly, imperfect side. His shame. The part his grandfather wishes to hide.

Jade emperor: YU, REALLY! ENOUGH ALREADY! STOP. FIGHTING ME!

MK: NO! I won't stop.

Looking directly the emperor in the eyes, his golden eyes shine against the red, burned scars surrounding them.

MK: For every minute of the rest of my life I will fight. I will never stop trying to get away from you….But, if you spear them.. I will go with you.

Macaque: No. No, Xiaotian...

MK: I'll never run, I'll hide my imperfections and never try to escape.

He lifts the blindfold from the ground, showing his choice to hide the scars and everything they stand for. He turns off his gold vision. He will never show his monkey features or abilities ever again. Everything that could link him to his loving and kind parents must be erased and hidden.

He puts the blindfold over his eyes to show his resolve to distance himself from his monkey origin. Giving the emperor what he wants.

MK: Just let them go. And I will stay in the palace. Forever, just like you want. Everything will be the way it was. I promise. Just like you want. Just let them go.

Jade emperor: I know you always keep your promises. Fine, I shall grant you your wish. The monkeys will be taken to earth and all gateways to heaven will remain shut, to forbid them from ever causing havoc in the celestial real ever again.

Wukong: No, Xiaotian! Don’t do that. We will find another way! We can still save you and take you away from this prison ! Don’t throw away your life. Please!

Rapunzel: Everything is going to be fine. I promise, you have to trust me.

MK forced a calming smile on his face and looked at the direction his father was speaking from. He was glad to not being able to see in that moment. Hearing the desperation in Monkey Kings voice was already tearing his heart apart. The look on his face would surely break him and he can’t do that. Not now. Not when his grandfather is willing to let them go. It doesn’t matter what Yu wants. It never has. He need to be perfect for everyone. He can’t show any cracks in front of the emperor as long as the two monkeys are still in danger. So he smiles. Standing perfectly straight. Standing still…like a doll. Perfect little Yu, the Jade prince, the delight of heaven, the emperors most precious treasure. Not MK, or Xiaotian or himself. Endure, don’t crack, don’t crack don’t crack don’t crack.

Wukong: No...I can't let you do this.

MK (wispers): But I can't let you die.

Wukong: But if you do this...

He couldn’t bring himself to finish.

Macaque answered in his place.

"Then you...will die.“

Tears rolling down his cheeks.

Yu's shock slowly faded as the gravity of the words sank in. They still confused him. He wasn’t going to die. His grandfather loves him. He would never kill him, he would just forbid him from leaving the palace. Yes he would be cut off from Mei and the friends he found on earth and…never taste piggy’s food again or hear Mr. Tangs funny stories and wrong legends about the celestials. Bai He, Sandy, Red Son, EVERYONE. They would be separated from him. Forever. Suddenly Yu understood. This choice he was about to make would in fact kill him. But not like a death sentence. Even worse, a life sentence in this prison of the celestial realm. Is this truly living, he wondered, trapped, alone and without the people he loved ? No. No this can’t be living. His father was right. He was choosing death. Yet he didn’t fear it. Knowing that his family and friends are save is enough. He would suffer an eternal life for them.

MK: Hey. It's gonna be all right.

Wukong: Xiaotian, wait...

Macaque: Please, my baby, don’t…

MK: I am the Jade Emperor and you will address me as such. Farewell monkeys. Forever

Would you believe me if I told you that while I was reading this, I was listening to the song "Mother Knows Best" in my head?

That result was, it was amazing!!!

I read it at least 15 times!

Bravo! Bravo! That would be a story I would read!

God, you gave me ideas for future chapters! Thank you!

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[Baldur’s Gate III] Hell to Pay, Ch. 28

Illustration (and art further down in this chapter!) by @raphaels-little-beast

Title: Hell to Pay Summary: Assassinating an archdevil is a daunting task, even for the heroes of Baldur’s Gate. Some inside help from ‘the devil they know’ would be good, if not for the detail their last meeting ended with said devil dead in his own home. Or did it? Characters: Raphael, the Dark Urge, Astarion, Haarlep, Halsin, Karlach, Wyll. Rating: E Status: In progress

All chapters will be tagged as ‘hell to pay’ on my blog.

Also on Ao3.

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PSA: the party will now be taking a short break from wreaking havoc in the Hells to *checks notes* fuck like feral rabbits.

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Raphael would have been lying if he’d denied that there was something about Karlach’s catharsis that felt uncomfortably familiar.

However, he didn’t need to lie; he only had to keep his mouth shut and watch from a few paces away until the sobs subsided to sniffles and the embrace was loosened. Each of their companions stepped back and looked over one another to gauge their wounds.

Ravengard, however, did not step back right away. He still grasped her hand, and he grinned, pointing at his broken left horn. “Now we match,” he said, sounding ridiculously delighted for someone whose face was still covered in blood. It turned Karlach’s sniffle into a laugh.

“The one-horned wonders,” she muttered, wiping her face. “Oh gods, it’s not fair, you still look stupid hands-- gah!” She trailed off with a cry when a huge, golden trunk grabbed her and yanked her up. “Hey now--”

“Thank you! Oh, thank you!” Lulu exclaimed, pulling her against her forehead in what Raphael supposed was the closest to an embrace she could give in that form. “I’ll never, ever forget what you did!”

“What I didn’t do, more like.” Karlach patted her head, if somewhat awkwardly. “If you could now, um, put me down…?”

As she did, Halsin seemed satisfied that neither Durge nor Astarion had injuries so grave potions couldn’t take care of them, and looked over at Zariel. She’d remained on one knee for a good while, and was only now rising, placing the sword on her back.

“So, uh, Zariel. What are you going to do now?”

The solar that had been the archduke of Avernus until minutes earlier bowed her head. “I begin to right what wrongs I can right. Yael is at peace, but the souls of the other Hellriders who fought by my side languish in Avernus - in a crypt, or worse. They deserve their rest, at long last. I shall see to it, before I leave this place for good. But first, I can take you to the Material Plane, if you wish me to,” she added, causing something a lot like dread to settle in Raphael’s stomach. If they were to go back on their word, it was going to be now.

“I can’t go back until this tin can is fixed,” Karlach replied, rather sharply, just in case she forgot who had put an infernal engine in her chest. “Then I guess I’ll enjoy a few days out at the Gate before…” a pause, a sigh, and she turned to look at Raphael. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line. “Before we go all the way to Cania for the asshole over there, I guess,” she added, sounding all the world like she’d have vastly preferred pulling out her own teeth.

Zariel was quiet for a moment before turning to him. Once again, it seemed the blindfold was not impeding her sight at all, and Raphael swallowed. Perhaps she would not know who he truly was - he had met her few times, and never while wearing his human for--

“Child of Mephisto,” she spoke, immediately dashing that hope. “All of the Hells think you dead, or enslaved to your sire’s will in Mephistar. I see now that he only holds half of you.”

“Not for long,” Durge spoke, a cold note to their voice as well, as though challenging Zariel to object. She did not; she only paused a few long moments before speaking again.

“I have no intention nor right to question your judgment. But if you’re to reach Cania, there will be more battles to be fought. Allow me to be of help.” Zariel reached back for her sword, and lifted it. It glowed brighter, and there was a surge of something Raphael could not quite place, leaving him breathless for a moment. Going by the collective intake of breath that followed, he wasn’t the only one to feel that. Zariel sheathed the sword, and smiled. “From this moment on, no matter what horrors you may face - you shall never be frightened.”

“That’s… not bad,” Karlach muttered, and cleared her throat. “Now, I hope you don’t take it personally, but I’d really like to never see you again.”

Zariel turned back, and bowed her head. “I understand. But should you find yourself in desperate need, know that my sword is yours.” She plucked a golden feather from her wing, and held it out. It hovered in mid-air for a moment before falling, slowly, into Karlach’s hands. “Hold this, call my name, and I shall come to your aid.”

“Both of us!” Lulu piped in.

While not particularly enthusiastic about keeping any sort of memento of Zariel, angelic or otherwise, Karlach obviously saw sense in it, and nodded. She took the shimmering feather, and passed it over to Ravengard before she cleared her throat. “All right. So-- good luck. I guess.”

“Good luck to you as well. May your journey be swift, and your blade strike true. May you have all the happiness I have denied you far too long, to my eternal shame.” One last bow of her head and Zariel took flight with a beat of powerful wings - heading, Raphael was rather sure, towards the Crypt of the Hellriders. Before taking wing after her, the mastodon turned one last time.

“Thank you, for everything. And good luck!” she called out, and that was it. Soon too she was gone, in a beat of gigantic wings and a burst of light. Rather relieved to have no more celestial creatures in close proximity, Raphael let out a long breath.

Right on cue, Haarlep reappeared from their little trip to the Ethereal plane they had taken to avoid finding out how a celestial would react to their presence. They were still wearing the likeness of the bone devil they had thrown in the Styx. “Hello again. Is she gone?”

“Yes, thank fuck.” Karlach let out a long sigh. “All right, I’ve had it with this place. Let’s find Mizora, get the damn schematics for my new engine, and then fuck off to Bel’s place--”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Mizora’s voice rang out suddenly, causing them all to turn and Astarion to raise an eyebrow.

“And where have you been cowering?” he asked, only to be entirely ignored. She ignored all of them for a moment, really: she only looked in the direction Zariel had flown off to, her expression unreadable… or almost. Raphael had made a living of being able to read people well, after all. The press of her lips and the almost imperceptible way she bowed her head did not go unnoticed. Then the moment was gone, and she turned back.

Karlach scowled. “Not necessary? I swear to the gods, I brought down an archdevil and I’m fucking ready to kill you right now. If this is one of your tricks--”

Mizora snapped her fingers and something appeared in a burst of flames - not a contract, so Raphael supposed it had to be the promised schematics for an improved infernal engine. She snapped her fingers again, causing the schematics to disappear and reappear in Wyll’s hands. “No tricks - here’s what you were promised. What I mean to say is, you won’t need to go back to the Forge to see Bel.” A tilt of her head and Raphael saw it - a legion of erinyes flying in formation towards them, followed by what looked like a streak of fire across the sky.

Zariel was archdevil no more, and Bel had already come to take back the throne of Avernus.

***

“Three days! Did he really say three days?”

“That he did. Three days, and you’ll have a heart that can function on any Plane.”

“It doesn’t feel real.”

“But it is. And we’ll go watch that sunset at the harbor first thing.”

It was difficult to tell whose smile was wider, if Karlach’s or Wyll’s. They were infectious enough that Durge smiled, too, leaning back against the wall. Eager as they were to breathe fresh air again, three more days as guests in the Flying Fortress - Bel’s Flying Fortress - were a small price to pay to ensure Karlach, too, could leave the Hells. For a time.

Before we go all the way to Cania for the asshole over there, as she’d put it. It had not been too surprising - she knew Durge intended to follow through with their promise, and they knew she would never not follow to help - but even so… the gods knew, they both had had enough for the Hells to last them several lifetimes. “... If you wish to remain at the Gate, I’ll understand,” they finally spoke, causing both of them to pause and turn. They shrugged. “It was not you to promise to help Raphael recover the other half of his soul. And after that happened here, I’m pretty sure word that he’s still alive will reach Mephistopheles soon, if it hasn’t already. It won’t make the mission any easier, and you have only now gotten the chance--”

“Oh no, stop right there,” Karlach cut them off. “I’m not sending you to Cania alone.”

“Don’t Halsin and I count?” Astarion sighed. “Why, I’m wounded.”

“Ugh, you know what I mean. Listen, I still think it’s a bad idea. Devils are a bad idea, you saw exactly why when you met Flo. But something being a bad idea has never stopped you, and--” a pause, a sigh. She reached up to rub her forehead. “You have no idea how much it pisses me off to admit it, but we’d all be dead if the fucker hadn’t stepped in to silence Zariel when he did. I owe him, I hate it, and I’m going to even the score.”

Astarion laughed. “Sounds to me like you actually want to help him out,” he taunted, gaining himself a roll of her eyes.

“Ugh. Look, if he tries to fuck us over, or fuck Hope over, I’m killing him where he stands. Sounds fair to you?”

Durge’s lips twitched in a smile. “Of course.”

“Great. So, yeah, I’m coming to Cania. Wyll?”

Wyll laughed. “As though I’d let you do this without me!” He nodded at Durge. “It was for my sake that this happened. You gave your word to help me complete my mission. He held his half of the bargain, and I will hold mine. Give us a couple of days at the Gate, to restock and rest before we head to the Devil’s Fee. Then, the Blade of Avernus is yours.”

Ah, yes - the Blade of Avernus. There had been a moment when Durge had almost hoped he’d no longer need to be - or at least, not under Mizora’s control. His contract bound him to Zariel, after all, so it stood to reason to think it may be null and void… but as he still had his powers, that did not seem to be the case.

“It seems likely that the contract itself states the soul is bound to the ruler of Avernus, rather than to Zariel specifically,” Raphael had said when consulted. “That being the case, the soul is now bound to Mizora’s new master - Bel. Unfortunately, reasonable as he may be, he is not known for letting souls he owns go out of the kindness of his heart.”

“... I see. And is there anything that may be done about it? You and Bel are in good terms,” Durge had asked, and Raphael had seemed to think it over for a few moments before he slowly nodded.

“Once I have any bargaining power again,” he’d finally said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Durge had thanked him, and there had been a brief silence. Quite the uncomfortable one, really, and for a moment it had almost felt like a tangible thing, everything yet unspoken between them. For a moment, they had almost reached out for him… and then Raphael was stepping back, muttering something about getting some rest and disappearing towards the room he shared with Haarlep.

“Oh gods, you’re terrible at this kind of thing,” Astarion had sighed once Raphael was gone. “Where would you be if I hadn’t had enough initiative for both of us?”

“Dead, probably,” they’d replied, and Astarion had laughed.

“Ah, my precious little bhaal babe,” he’d muttered. “It seems you need more help than I thought.”

“Define help.”

“And ruin the surprise? Never.” Astarion had smirked, and that had been it.

For now.

***

By the time he paused before the door of the room he shared with Haarlep, Raphael was seriously considering whether he should use a Modify Memory spell. On Haarlep, on Durge, on himself - any option seemed less daunting than actually addressing the elephant in the room with… well, either of them.

He could delay the discussion with Durge, at least, because no words had been spoken - only that embrace - and he still had plausible deniability. Not so much with Haarlep, because they had spoken those words. And while Raphael treasured the power that came with knowledge, it also had its drawbacks. One in particular: what is learned cannot be unlearned.

Unless he modified his own memory, which seemed a more and more tempting option by the minute. Not doing so before pushing the door open took a supreme effort of will.

“... Haarlep. I believe there are some matters we ought to discuss.”

Lounging on the bed wearing Raphael’s form, Haarlep looked at him as though he’d too sprouted golden wings, then rolled their eyes and sighed rather dramatically. Too dramatically. They did that often, and Raphael had learned not to remark on that. If he did, Haarlep would respond with some nonsense on how he of all devils was not allowed to accuse anybody else of being too dramatic. He couldn’t imagine what they meant by that.

“Ah, I don’t like discussing,” they muttered. Then they paused, and grinned before they stood and closed the distance between them with a few steps. “Oh! I see. You’re about to apologize for being so rude the other day.”

“What-- no, I--”

“Well then, do go on,” Haarlep sing-sang, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. They leaned closer and dropped their glamor to take their own form, red eyes bearing into his. Their hand slid to cup his chin, a smile curling the corners of their lips. “Apologize.”

Raphael opened his mouth to say he was under no circumstances apologizing - he may thank them for coming to his aid, but he had reasons to behave as he did and he had nothing to apologize fo--

“On your knees, pet.”

The most powerful spells ever devised by any mage who ever lived, Raphael found, did not compare to the power Haarlep wielded when they spoke those words. Sometimes - not often, truth be told - he could resist it. This was one such time.

“No,” he muttered, and stepped back. There were matters they had to discuss, and discuss them they would. So he raised his hands, and spoke quietly. “Ad veritatem.”

The Zone of Truth spell took hold, causing the air around them to shimmer for a moment. Haarlep blinked, and chuckled. “Ah, this one. You know I have pretty good chances of resisting it, don’t you?”

Raphael was aware, of course. He’d tried to use it on Durge early on, on their way to the Gate, when still trying to gauge their intentions; they had answered nothing, and stepped out of the spell’s radius muttering that their word was all he would be getting for the time being. It felt like such a long time ago, now.

“... I know. But I will know it if you do. And that will be an answer in itself.”

Haarlep stared at him for a few moments. Raphael felt it, a resistance… and then, all at once, that resistance was gone. Haarlep had their chance to close their mind to the truth spell, and had forfeited it. They sighed. “Very well, my little brat, if this is the kind of foreplay you want. But we’re both going to play this game.”

“Fair eno--”

“Why did you not want me to come with you to the Flying Fortress?”

Much like Haarlep, Raphael could have resisted the pull of his own spell - or tried to. But he made no such attempt. Frankly, he suspected he’d made it so obvious, it was a small wonder Haarlep had even felt like they needed to ask. “I was scared. You almost died before my eyes - twice. And a devil slain in Baator is gone for good.”

A grin. “Oooh, and you didn’t want that to happen? How--”

“Do you even need to ask, you dolt? ”

“... I was about to say ‘how sweet’, but I’ll take that back now.”

Raphael huffed, crossing his arms. “As you should,” he muttered, and looked away. It was his turn to ask, yet the words remained stuck in the back of his throat. He cleared it as though that would dislodge them. “What you said-- before the others arrived-- was that true?”

“That you’re the best lover I ever had? Well, no. But you are in the top ten hundr--”

“Haarlep!”

A chuckle, but it was over quickly, leaving behind a curiously serious expression. “If you want a plain answer, it may be best to ask plainly.” Haarlep walked up to him again, grasped his chin, and pressed their mouth on his. It got a surprised noise out of Raphael, but no attempt at pulling back. He parted his lips on instinct, letting their tongue in; by the time the incubus pulled back, their saliva was already taking effect. Raphael looked up, breathing faster, already feeling warmer and weak at the knees, heat starting to pool in his loins. “There,” Haarlep murmured against his lips. “Now that your tongue is loosened, try aga--”

“Do you love me?”

The question left him with little thought in a breathless gasp before he could think better of it, before he could even feel embarrassed by how needy he had to sound. Haarlep couldn’t possibly be surprised by the question, but didn’t reply right away. They were not, he could tell, trying to resist the spell. Rather, they seemed to be steeling themself to hear the truth come from from their own lips, as though they were not certain what it would be.

“Yes.” The word seemed to linger in the air, causing something to clench in Raphael’s chest. All of a sudden he felt everything more keely - their touch and the closeness and the warmth that came with arousal, the pulse of his heart somewhere in his throat. Haarlep blinked, and spoke it again, as though to taste it. “Yes. That’s… that’s it, then?” Another pause and, suddenly, a laugh. “Hah! Yes, I figured that had to be it.”

“You-- figured-- ?”

A chuckle, only inches from his lips. “Oh, cut me some slack, my little archduke. How was I supposed to know it for sure ? We’re not exactly made for this sort of quirks. You with your human blood, perhaps, but me? Not so much. Yet it was the only explanation that made sense, and I thought we were about to die, so I gave you my best guess. Perhaps I am so good at pretense, I could make it true. Why else would I have come back for you when you’d been such an apocalyptic prick?”

“I was not--”

“Oh you were. I cannot lie, remember?”

“It doesn't mean you cannot be wron-- mph!”

Another kiss, deep, and this time Raphael’s knees did fold. Haarlep caught him easily, though, and next thing he knew he was pressed down on the bed, a hand running down his chest, fingers undoing his buttons one by one with practiced ease. When they pulled back to let him take the blazer off, Haarlep had that oddly serious expression again.

“... Do you think this will end, once you’re no longer human?”

They did not specify what this was. They did not ask him the same question he’d asked them. Why would they? They both knew he did. Raphael suspected something had been there for a very long time, stifled by--

you ought to forget all about that hope, for your own good don't let it show again -- his fiendish nature. The true question was, would it be stifled again once he was whole once more? Until just the previous day, he would have been certain of it, or nearly certain. But if Haarlep - a full fiend - could, then…

Raphael swallowed and looked up. Haarlep’s eyes, their true eyes, were fixed on his. Their hair fell down around him like a fiery curtain, hiding everything from sight but that face he’d neglected to look at for so long, too taken by his own. Look at yourself, they’d said after taking his form for the first time, so many centuries ago. Just perfect, aren’t you?

But of course, that had been a lie, or else he wouldn’t be there. Raphael chased the thought away, and spoke in a whisper. “I don’t know. It might.”

It was a dangerous thing to yearn for, in the Hells. He knew that. But he yearned all the same; he found that indeed, he’d yearned all along. Haarlep hummed, and turned to press their lips against his temple. “Would be a shame, that, so let us hope not. But just in case, let us enjoy it while it lasts.” Their mouth found his and Raphael groaned into the kiss. He felt Haarlep smile. “It would be nice to ask that beautiful dragonborn to join, one of these days,” they said, and it got a shudder out of Raphael before he could try to control his reactions.

“I-- What are you--”

“Oh, don’t be shy now. You were never shy about your wants. You want them, and they want you. And desires should not be denied.” Their tongue traced a line of fire up his neck, and their lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “Did they tell you what they said when they asked me to take your form?”

Raphael groaned. His face burned in ways it rarely ever did even for far more depraved words, far more depraved acts. “Haarlep–”

“They said they'd dreamed of bedding you. Undiluted and raw, were their exact words.”

Raphael's attempt at a protest faded away in an undignified whine. He shivered, painfully hard. “Haarlep…!”

A chuckle. “Oh, I do love to hear my name. You're so pent up, you poor thing.” They tugged at his shirt with their teeth. “Take this off, my little brat, and think of nothing but pleasure.”

Raphael obeyed, as always, desperate to be rid of every scrap of fabric and feel that warm, warm skin against his own. He lifted himself just enough to pull off the unbuttoned shirt, and he was about to throw it aside when he felt something small fall out of the breast pocket and onto his stomach. He knew what it was before he even picked it up - the golden ring with the light blue stones, humming faintly with magic. He stared at it a moment before turning his gaze back to Haarlep’s face.

“You shouldn’t have left the ring behind. It’s… useful.”

“Useful, mh? I guess it is. And I guess that if you’re inclined to hand it over, I’ll take it back.”

He was, and they did. Raphael pressed it against their palm, watched them slip it back at their finger and smile. “Apology accepted,” they said, causing him to frown.

“That was not meant as an apo-” Raphael began, only to pause when he felt a pull - the truth spell stopping him from finishing the sentence. He could try to overcome it, perhaps, but what was the point? He’d trailed off, and Haarlep knew. He could see it in the way their smile widened before they took his shirt and cast it aside themself.

Then a hand gripped his hair and forced his head back, tearing a moan from his throat, while the other trailed down, reaching to unlace uncomfortably tight trousers and pull them down.

“Mine,” Haarlep all but growled against his throat, taking a hold of his cock. Raphael was unable to hold back a groan, unable to suppress the shudder that ran up his spine. He reached up to hold onto their shoulders, parted his legs to the touch, tried to cant his hips for more and more and more.

“Yes,” he breathed, and realized the truth of it only as it left his lips.

***

“The stars! Oh, I missed the stars so much!”

There weren’t many stars visible in the sky yet, truth be told, with the sun having just settled, but it clearly did nothing to dampen Karlach’s enthusiasm. And why should it? She was out of the Hells again, with an engine in her chest that wouldn’t burn itself, and her, out. She was free at long last.

And the first thing she’d insisted on was a date - a proper one, she’d said, with no monsters, weapons or shrieking devils. Just the two of them, dinner, some wine to wash down the food. Such a simple thing, and the fact it seemed such a novelty to her made something in Wyll’s chest ache. So he’d said yes, of course.

She could have suggested robbing the Counting House together, and he’d still have said yes.

The others had remained camping close to where they’d been left by Mizora and a couple more of Bel’s servants, all cambions with the rather convenient ability to planeshift. They’d found themselves in a clearing in the woods right outside Rivington, a stone’s throw from the Gate but hidden enough to avoid being spotted.

“Best be careful after what happened, Raphael,” Mizora had said with a smile that seemed half-mocking, half pitying. “What happened in Avernus caused quite the stir, and your dear daddy has eyes everywhere. He knows you live by now, surely. I’d stake my-- well, I’d stake Wyll’s soul on it. It’s only a matter of time before he sends someone after you.”

“Duly noted,” Raphael had muttered, and that had been it. She’d left, leaving them to finally breathe fresh air again, and Karlach to immediately start laughing and dancing. She hadn’t stopped since, really. As they made their way to the Singing Lute - “They have the best grilled rothé ribs you’ll ever try! I mean, hope they still do, if it’s still standing” - her every step was a little dance. It made Wyll smile widely enough that his cheeks almost ached.

She’d dragged him into a small dance at one point, and he’d been acutely aware of the clinking in his pocket, where he held several rings. He’d narrowed it down to five or six he thought she’d like, but he struggled to really pick one. So he’d leave it up to chance: he’d reach in and just grab one in the moment.

As it turned out, the Singing Lute was indeed still standing and so was Henk - or was it Honk? - who was gruff as always. He took their order of rothé ribs and wine with a grunt, and left them alone on the terrace overlooking the harbor. It was good to see it busy as ever, good to see ships coming in to unload timber and bricks, and all sorts of other materials to build back the city. Less than a year since so much of it had been torn to the ground or heavily damaged, it was remarkable to see how quick the rebuilding was.

There was still plenty left to do, but Wyll was certain his father had it in hand.

He must be still busy. I’ll visit him, once it’s all over. So he can meet her-- properly. If she says yes. Oh gods please say yes.

“Ah, this is good. The food and the company.” Karlach let out a long sigh, leaning back against the chair, and looked over. The smile was almost dreamy, now. “It’s so good to be here. It’s so good to be alive,” murmured, and Wyll smiled back.

The meal had been good and the wine even better, but if asked now he’d hardly remember what either had tasted like. He reached into his pocket. “I love the view most of all.”

“Oh yeah, it looks good.” Karlach turned to glance out of the balcony. “I bet the city will be like new next time we’re back.”

“What-- ah. Yes, the city. That, too. But I was not-- talking about--” Wyll cleared his throat, and went to grab his glass to down some more wine before he spoke again. He didn’t get to, though, because Karlach turned to look at him, blinked, and suddenly just grinned.

“Ooooh, I see. The sight’s not half bad from here either. Hello, hot stuff.”

The wine promptly went down the wrong way.

Wyll instinctively raised a hand to his mouth when he coughed. The hand he’d been keeping his pocket. With the rings. It was safe to say that spilling a handful of rings on the floor while leaning forward to hack and cough was not how he’d imagined the proposal.

“Ack-- ugh-- my apologies, I…” Wyll coughed again, and immediately crouched to pick the rings up. When he dared glance up again he saw Karlach was staring down at him, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. The new engine didn’t make her come alight with fire when worked up or flustered, but there was still a faint glow within her. It was hard - impossible, really - not to pause and stare in wonder. Which was exactly what he did, for several long moments, until her expression went from stunned to vaguely concerned.

“Wyll? Are you--”

“Yes-- yes, I’m fine. Sorry, I…” He paused, and cleared his throat. Maybe it was time to calm himself and start over. He looked up again to meet her gaze. “Karlach, you are the most incredible woman - the most incredible soul I have had the privilege to meet. More than half a year in the Hells never once felt like punishment as long as I was by your side. Playing a part in freeing you from Avernus will forever be my proudest moment. I know--” a pause, a long breath, and he held up his hands to present the rings. All of them.

“You are free from Avernus, while my soul remains chained to Mizora. I am marked by the Hells even as I walk this Plane, and if you wish to be done with all that - I’ll understand. But I need you to know that I love you, and that spending the rest of my life with you would make me the happiest soul in all the Realms. Karlach, would you--”

“ Yes! I mean-- fuck, I didn’t mean to yell, I-- yes! Of course! What kind of idiot wouldn’t-- oh gods this is happening. Oh gods.” Karlach made a noise that could have been a groan, a laugh, a sob, or all of it at once. Before Wyll could add anything else she was kneeling on the floorboards, in the wine he’d spilled, and pulling him into a kiss, deep and warm and hungry.

By the time she pulled back, Wyll’s face was hotter than Avernus. He was also reasonably certain he had the most idiotic smile on his face, and he found he couldn’t care less.

“Hey! You two! What are you doing on my floo--”

“Fuck off, Henk,” Karlach replied, and kissed Wyll again before she laughed, resting her forehead against his. “Oh gods. I think the old tin can would have exploded just now,” she chuckled, and glanced down at his hands. “... What’s with all the rings?”

“I couldn’t pick,” Wyll admitted. “Just narrowed it down. I have twenty more in my bag.”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“The others kept giving me all the rings they found,” he admitted, and looked down. One of the rings caught his eye - one with a ruby set in a gold band. He picked it, and held it up. “This one, perhaps?” he asked, and slipped it on her finger. Karlach grinned, eyes fixed on his face.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re not even looking at--”

Another kiss, deep, and when Wyll’s head spun a little he knew it wasn’t the wine. Before he knew it Karlach was looking past him, and calling out. “Henk! Is the room upstairs free?”

“Mph. If you pay upfront--”

A coin pouch promptly hit him in the face. If it caused him any pain, it didn’t show. He just caught it before it fell, felt its weight, and grunted again. “Knock yourselves out.”

“Oh, we’re gonna,” Karlach muttered, only to pause a moment, and blink. “I mean-- if that’s alright with you? Unless you want to, uh, tie the knot first, or what it is gran dukes’ kids do--”

Not bloody likely, that. He was a romantic at heart, old school perhaps, but he felt that proposing made them committed enough to go upstairs. So he shook his head, heart beating somewhere in his throat. “Gods, no. I think we’ve waited long enough,” he managed.

He was neither surprised nor displeased when Karlach picked him up and carried him inside.

***

It took Durge a frankly annoying amount of time to realize they’d been tricked.

“I believe I’ll go hunt for some blood in the woods - I bet even a boar’s will taste like fine vintage compared to an abyssal chicken’s,” Astarion had said, and honestly, it made sense. No reason for him to sit around hungry while they ate their supper; he may as well go feed and rejoin them later.

In retrospect, Durge should have probably noticed his smile was just a touch too wide.

Halsin choosing to go take a walk into the woods surrounding their camp soon after was not unexpected either. After entire weeks in the Hells, he needed at least a few days and nights surrounded by nature. He hadn’t complained during their journey, but he’d suffered from it - Durge could tell. When he put away his bowl and stood, saying he would spend the night in the woods to reconnect with nature, Durge thought nothing of it.

What did come as a surprise was Halsin turning to Haarlep - now in the guise of an especially good-looking tiefling - and smiling. “You did say you were interested in connecting with nature, too, didn’t you?”

“... Did they?” Raphael asked, obviously baffled himself, looking up from the lyre he was tuning. From their part, Haarlep grinned, and stood.

“Oh yes. I’d love to learn all about nature,” they crooned, sultry as they come.

Raphael frowned. “Since wh-- Haarlep! ”

That gained him another grin as Haarlep turned, just while Halsin disappeared in the woods. “Is something the matter, my pet? Come now, you have seen the druid. No one in their right mind would say no to that. You wouldn’t deny your favorite incubus such a gift, would you?”

A scoff. “By all means, entertain yourself. But you’d do well to control yourself and remember that Halsin is an ally. ”

“Oh, don’t worry, my little brat. I’ll behave, take neither form nor soul, and be back in your arms come morning. I’ll only get a little bit of enjoyment. Undiluted and raw, of course.”

Ah.

Realization of just how easily they’d been played hit Durge the same moment embarrassment did, as they saw Raphael nearly drop the lyre with a choking sound.

He knows, they thought, and as Haarlep disappeared into the thick forest they considered their options. They could run into the woods to never be seen again; run towards Baldur’s Gate and try to drink themself into another amnesia; guzzle down a potion of invisibility and pretend they were not there; sit in extremely awkward silence; or actually say something.

In the end, they cleared their throat and did try to say something.

“Huh,” they said. Not a promising start. Sitting right by them next to the campfire Raphael was not speaking either, which was more than a touch concerning. He was rubbing his forehead the way one does when a massive headache is on the way; Durge would know something of those.

“I should have flayed them when I had the chance,” he growled, but there was no bite to his words. He was not looking up from the lyre; when he went back to tuning it the act would have almost been believable, if not for the fact they’d seen him tune that one string already.

Durge cleared their throat. “I don’t believe I have apologized for… well. I suppose that killing you rather made it irrelevant on hindsight, but I assure you I had no idea you would feel that when Haarlep and I--”

“We are under no obligation whatsoever to talk about it,” Raphael cut him off, putting the lyre down and turning to glare at them. It was the perfect if-looks-could-kill kind of glare, just a little undermined by how reddened his face was. Not the crimson color it would have in his fiendish form, but deep enough to be easily discernible in the light of the campfire. “I hardly even recall that happening. It must have been quite the forgettable experience,” he spat.

Durge snorted, the embarrassment fading into amusement. Oh, the audacity of that--

“Don’t tell me you’re still mad for what I said about finishing you.”

It seemed to take Raphael quite an effort of will to throw the piece of wood he’d picked up into the fire and not directly at their head. “Puerile as the jab was, it’s hardly worth wasting breath to discuss it,” he ground out. “Haarlep has your form, since you so clearly could not resist mine. If I’d wanted to sample it, I only had to--”

“Haarlep said you were plenty interested.”

“Haarlep should learn the value of keeping one’s mouth shut.”

“That’s rich, coming from you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, you’re excused.”

For a being who relished being in control, someone who fancied himself as the ultimate puppet master, Raphael made it remarkably easy to get under his skin. It was almost fascinating to watch how quickly anger flared up, breaking through the self-assured, smug exterior. From what little Durge had heard of Mephistopheles, he was much the same. Infinitely older than his son, more powerful, but still ultimately a creature of passions and fire locked beneath the mask of the Cold Lord.

Raphael makes mistakes when he’s angry, Hope had said, and she’d been right. He certainly made a mistake now, lifting himself on his knees and grasping the front of Durge’s shirt.

“You contemptuous creature! Do you forget who I am, what I am!”

This time, Durge laughed, low in their throat. Their hand reached up to grasp Raphael’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. They felt his shuddering gasp more than they heard it. “No. And you did not forget who and what I am either, I am sure. Although neither of us is what we were. You are a mortal, I am bhaalspawn no longer. What that means is for us to decide.” They leaned closer, all embarrassment gone, and almost grinned openly when Raphael shivered. “If you have a point to make, make it now .”

For a moment, Raphael said nothing. He just stared, skin flushed and eyes wide, features frozen in anger, surprise, and obvious arousal. He recovered quickly enough, but there was the slightest tremor to his voice when he spoke again. He didn’t sound as indignant and he probably meant to. “I shall not lie back and take your insults.”

“No, I suspect insults are not what you’re expected to take now.”

It was admittedly a poorly thought-out jest, and Raphael’s dismayed groan was entirely warranted. But he did not pull away, did not push Durge back; the grip on their shirt tightened and while subtle, the pull towards him was there. So Durge smiled, tilted his head back by the hair, and brought their mouth to Raphael’s throat.

The groan that followed was not one of dismay. Raphael shuddered in their grasp when they let their teeth rake lightly across skin, pressed their tongue against the pulse point in his throat. He smelled good - no hint of cherry beneath the lingering sulfur, but he must have gotten his hands on some kind of cologne, because the scent of musk was definitely there.

“You smell good,” Durge rasped against his throat. Raphael’s attempt at a reply faded in a whine when they shifted in their sitting position, just enough to bend a knee and press it between Raphael’s thighs.

They found him hard, and felt him shudder with a moan. Raphael’s hands gripped their shoulders for balance. Durge could feel his heartbeat quickening, the heat rising on his skin. He pressed himself against their knee for a moment before he breathed out and pulled back his hips, just enough to take the pressure off his groin.

“If you intend to have me,” he groaned between clenched teeth, “you may as well take me properly.”

An interesting way to admit he wanted them and that he may very well soil his trousers if that kept up, Durge thought. Haarlep was not wrong - he truly was a brat.

They found that it worked just fine for them.

Durge smiled and pulled back to look him in the eye, a hand still cradling the back of his head. He was flushed down to his chest from what they could see through the loosely laced shirt. He was breathing fast, hair tousled. Not the most alluring thing they’d ever seen, but then again he came close enough, and Astarion was a frankly unfair comparison to anybody else.

“Define properly ,” they said, their own voice more than a little breathless. They leaned in to take one of the laces between their teeth and pulled them off, unlacing the shirt almost down to Raphael’s navel. He was flushed there, too, and the skin was oh so warm. They nuzzled against him, and felt his chest shudder into a gasp, felt his hands clutch the back of their neck to pull him close, to keep them there.

“You know-- perfectly well,” Raphael growled, his voice barely audible through the furious thumping of his heart. Durge chuckled, a rumble in their own chest, and let their fangs graze against a nipple for a moment. It got another shudder out of Raphael, and a delightfully undignified noise.

“Say that I don’t. How do you want it?”

“I want--” Raphael’s voice broke, and the sentence was left unfinished. Or not: it was a complete sentence, and a true one at that. No matter what half of his soul they were dealing with - the human, the fiend, both - Raphael had always wanted and wanted and wanted . So many desires and needs pulling in different directions, yearning for things beyond his reach and for others yet that he told himself were below him, only to realize almost too late that he’d needed them like breathing all along.

Durge understood all of it better than most ever could, and Raphael knew it.

“I want,” he managed in the end, fingers clutching at the back of their neck. “I want to stop thinking.”

“I know.” Durge shifted, resting their chin on Raphael’s shoulder. A puff of cold breath against the side of his neck, and Raphael shivered.

“I want you to get these rags off me,” he choked. His grasp on them tightened to a desperate, white-kuckled grip. “I want you to push me down and take me like you own me. I want to know nothing but pleasure. I want you to make me forget my name. ”

That got a shudder out of Durge, who was painfully hard as well in their trousers. They pulled back just enough to look Raphael in the eyes. “If you want me to stop--”

“I won’t.”

“If you do, call me little mouse,” Durge said. The bridge of Raphael’s nose scrunched in annoyance.

“You’re insufferable.”

“You seem eager to suffer me just fine.”

“I also want you to keep quiet, ” Raphael muttered, and Durge didn’t bother to respond. They always had a dagger at hand, and this time made no exception; within moments they slipped the blade beneath Raphael’s shirt, causing him to wince at the cold steel against his skin.

Durge growled. “Keep still,” they warned, and sliced upwards, the blade easily tearing through the fabric. The remains of the shirt cast aside, Durge shoved Raphael off them, hard enough to make him fall to the ground with a yelp.

He tried to sit up, only for Durge’s hand to grasp his throat and keep him down. He met their gaze, and his lips twitched upwards before he leaned back in surrender, canting his hips, presenting the bulge in his trousers.

Durge grinned, and cut them off him without hardly a word. The underwear, too, was sliced off with a flick of their wrist, so precise the sharp blade didn’t nick the skin underneath; cutting his cock off would be counterproductive, even with a druid at hand capable of reattaching severed limbs.

Gods, Astarion had really risked a lot by sleeping with them when they were still dealing with their Urge. Chuckling at the thought, Durge ran a hand over the exposed skin, delighting in the resulting shiver, the goosebumps their touch raised across it.

That form may not be as striking as his cambion one, certainly not as well-muscled - although they did rather suspect Haarlep’s glamor of Raphael was a little more flattering, as well as looking younger, than the real deal - but it still was a sight for sore eyes in the firelight.

“You’re beautiful,” Durge murmured. Their hand trailed back down his chest, down the patch of hair on his stomach and stopping just short of his cock. The tip was already wet with precome. Raphael whined, trying to arch his back, and Durge put a hand down on his hip to keep him down. They gave his erection one slow swipe of their tongue, and chuckled at his cry. “You do realize, I hope, that if you come first I won’t stop fucking you until I’m done?”

The stuttering breath and hungry look that got them from Raphael told them in no uncertain terms that he was aware, that he indeed expected it to happen, and that it was precisely what he wanted. “Then get on with it,” he ordered, not sounding quite as authoritative as he clearly wished to.

Durge chose not to remark on that, and reached into their bag instead to grab a bottle of grease. When they turned, Raphael was on his elbows and knees on the bedroll, head hanging between his arms, legs spread.

The sight alone was enough for Durge to almost come undone and truly lose any and all rights to mock Raphael over his own endurance. They had to breathe in deeply, and almost tore their own trousers when unlacing them and pulling them off. They threw their clothing to the side, leaned over Raphael’s bare back, and breathed out. It was no frost breath but they did puff out cold air all the same, and Raphael shivered.

“Will you get on with--” Durge’s hand closed on the back of his neck and pushed his head down on the bedroll, causing him to trail off with a grunt. Durge smiled.

“Good boy. Stay down,” they said against his skin, and Raphael’s moan was barely muffled against the bedroll. He did stay down when they pulled back, leaving him completely exposed - and what a sight he was. Durge allowed themself a light bite on a cheek, without breaking skin, before reaching for the grease, coating two fingers in it.

They’d just pushed one in when Raphael spoke, after a sharp intake of breath. “Don’t bother-- too long with that,” he ground out. He was already trembling, clenching around their finger, hands gripping the blanket. “I can take it.”

Don’t make me come before you’re inside, was what he meant; Durge got that message loud and clear. Still, they raised the ridge that served as their right eyebrow.

“I think you’ll need some preparation,” they replied. If he wanted some pain they’d be willing to dish it out, but they’d rather avoid injury while their healer was in the forest, teaching an incubus all about nature. “Two fingers. I’ll make it qui--”

“I can take it.”

“I’d rather you let me prepare you.”

“I don’t need to be--” Raphael snapped, or tried to. Because he turned to look back, stared at Durge’s cock - now uncomfortably hard - and fell quiet for a moment. Finally, he cleared his throat and leaned his head down again. “... Two will do, if you insist,” he rasped, in a remarkable attempt at saving face. And two slickened fingers it was, pushing in carefully enough not to injure and roughly enough to make him wince and muffle the occasional groan.

They found the sweet spot quickly, almost making him cry out with the press of a single finger, but chose not to abuse it now. They really wanted to be inside him when he came undone. A few more minutes, a few more strokes of their fingers, and he was ready. Durge took a few moments to admire their handiwork, the leaking cock and the soft hole. It would be a snug fit.

Good.

Durge greased themself, wiped their hand on grass, and slapped one of Raphael’s thighs. “Wider,” they growled, and got a scoff in return.

“Certainly you don’t need a map to find it,” Raphael muttered, but he did part his legs wider, and Durge didn’t reply with words: they just took a bruising hold of his hips, lined up, and buried themself inside in a single, rough thrust.

“Ah…!”

Raphael’s moan turned into a near cry. He tried to muffle it, but Durge wouldn't have it. They leaned forward, across his back, fucking him deeply with brisk snaps of their hips. He felt good, gods, he really did - snug and hot around them, coming undone beneath them. They nipped at the nape of his neck, teeth sharp enough to draw blood.

“You don’t get to be quiet after making me do all the work. Go on. You do so love the sound of your voice,” they growled, and lowered their head to bite into the back of Raphael’s shoulder. He cried out, then the cry turned into moans again, coming unbidden to his tongue, echoing above the murmur of the stream, over the soft singing of crickets and the calls of night birds.

Durge had never enjoyed the sound of his voice more.

Despite the barrage of thrusts, Raphael did not come undone nearly as quickly as their jape had suggested he might, months ago. Perhaps the fact they were no incubus and certainly not one wearing his form during the act had something to do with it.

Durge paused their thrusts a moment and tilted their hips before licking the blood from the back of Raphael’s shoulder and reaching around him, to take a hold of his cock. Raphael groaned, shivering, trying to push back against them. Durge squeezed, and spoke only two words.

“Good boy.”

A strangled moan turned into a near cry, and that was it. Raphael shuddered and came across their fingers, onto the bedroll below that would definitely need to be washed. True to their word, Durge kept moving, picking up the pace, fucking him through his orgasm and well after that. Within minutes Raphael was a panting heap below them, skin glistening with sweat, moaning and whimpering and damn near weeping into the bedroll. Durge could hear nothing but that, their own thundering heartbeat, the slick noises they made when thrusting hard and fast, holding Raphael’s hips up while he lay bonelessly in their grasp.

It was no surprise, then, that they failed to hear Astarion approaching.

“Ah, you’re not done yet? I was under the impression it would be much quicker. I should have gone to see what Halsin and Haarlep are at.”

Durge blinked and stilled, startled. Astarion was a few steps away, a few spots of blood on his shirt and clearly sated by his evening meal. Raphael didn’t seem to care for the interruption, because he groaned and clenched around Durge, causing them to hiss.

“I didn’t-- tell you to stop,” he panted, head still resting on the bedroll. Astarion laughed.

“Oh, I can watch? Well. Don’t mind if I do.”

Durge chuckled, and on a whim they pulled Raphael on their lap, letting him sink on them properly, and relished the resulting moan. He rested his head against their shoulder, gasping for air, hair ruffled. His spent cock hung limply between his legs and he still tried to sink deeper on Durge’s own, tilting his hips with a whimper, grasping the scaly arm around him.

Crouching next to them, Astarion clicked his tongue. “Greedy, aren’t you? Not that I can blame you.” He smiled at Durge before his gaze turned to Raphael’s exposed neck, and he licked his lips. “You know, boar blood is a tasteless meal. It would be nice to top it off with something more fragrant. And if you don’t mind me saying,” Astarion leaned closer, looking a Raphael in the eye, “you smell very promising.”

There was a shudder, and Durge couldn’t tell whether it was because of their thrust upwards or Astarion’s words; had they been able to truly think clearly over their own hammering heart and rushing blood, they may have suspected it was both.

Raphael turned, and seemed to be trying to speak, but in the end he gave up on it, too incoherent with pleasure to form words. Instead he leaned back down against Durge, head rolling back on their shoulder and his jaw slack, throat exposed. He needed not say a thing: the invitation was clear enough, and Astarion laughed.

“Oh, thank you kindly,” he said, and brought his head down, sinking his teeth into Raphael’s willing neck.

Durge knew the sensation well, the cold sharp sting that lasted only a moment, the almost pleasurable numbness that came right after. They heard Raphael moan, felt him shiver... and then he was once again still, limp in their grasp, while Astarion took his fill. He stared at the sky above, mouth agape and eyes glassy, overwhelmed.

If Durge had found watching them fight back to back stunning almost to the point of arousal, this went well beyond that - and in the end, it was the last push he needed. They held onto Raphael tight, gave a few more stuttering thrusts upwards, and came with a groan without thinking for a second to ask whether they should have pulled out.

Raphael did not seem to mind either way. While Durge rode out their orgasm, Astarion pulled back, wiping his mouth and leaving Raphael to gasp, dazed with pleasure and blood loss, two small rivulets of blood running down his neck.

“Ah, you’re delicious, ” he said, and Durge lowered their head, still deep inside Raphael, to run their tongue over the tiny wounds. Astarion was right: he tasted good, too.

“You all right?” they murmured against his skin. Raphael took in a shaky breath, let his head loll back, and had to work his jaw a few moments before he managed to murmur something, a barely audible but blissful ‘yes’.

When Durge pulled him off their softening cock, he barely whimpered. His eyes fluttered open a few moments and he looked up, his cheek pressed against Durge’s chest. “Must have sounded quite idiotic,” he slurred. “Calling you a mouse .”

Whatever Durge had expected him to say, that wasn’t it. They burst into laughter, leaving Astarion to answer - “Yes, just a little” - while they felt around for a still clean blanket. They put it over Raphael before they leaned him, gently, down on their own bedroll. It was clean, at least; they’d share Astarion’s tent, so they didn’t truly need it.

“Sleep,” they said, but it wasn’t needed: Raphael was asleep almost as soon as his head touched the folded tunic Durge used as a pillow. He looked drained, but content - finally at rest. It was a good look on him.

Durge found they rather hoped to see it again.

***

“We’re probably going to have to pay for a new one.”

“I’m sure it will be fine. The money we gave Henk should be more than enough to cover both the room’s rent and a new bed frame.”

“I was talking about the headboard.”

“What, we fucked that up too?”

And my spine, I think. Possibly my pelvis - definitely the pelvis. I’m going to feel this in the morning.

Wyll didn’t say as much, because it would have sounded like a complaint and it was, categorically, not a complaint. He didn’t think he was going to complain about anything ever again, because why would the luckiest man in the Sword Coast complain about some soreness?

So he just laughed and turned on his side, cupping Karlach’s cheek to direct her gaze back at him, and away from the hopelessly splintered headboard. “We saved the city and his business with it. I’m sure he will cut us some slack.”

“You don’t know Henk very well,” Karlach laughed, and leaned in for another kiss. Her skin was warm, but nowhere as hot to the touch as it had been with her old engine, even after Dammon’s repairs. “Guess I’ll just cough up some more coin. Worth it, though, wasn’t it?”

Wyll smiled. “For me, absolutely. Did you see the stars?”

“Oh gods, I was hoping you’d forgotten that.” Karlach laughed again, and pressed another kiss on his mouth, smiling. “Yes. Oh yes, I did. But maybe I’m ready for another look. What do you think?”

Wyll’s spine and a few joints cried out for mercy, but unfortunately for them the blood flow was already being directed to other parts of his anatomy, and… well. Wisdom had never been his strongest suit.

“I can’t see why not,” he said, and they were the last words he spoke in a while.

***

When Raphael opened his eyes to see Haarlep sitting by his bedroll, he rather expected them to be smug over how quickly he’d caved in once he was left alone with Durge. He expected them to grin, lean closer, and ask to hear all the details of the previous night.

But no such thing happened. To his confusion, Haarlep seemed to be staring ahead with wide eyes, as though seeing something in the nearby stream that Raphael could not. It caused him to blink and, despite the exhaustion still permeating his very bones, he lifted his head.

“Haarlep?”

That caused the incubus to recoil, and look over. It was barely dawn, but despite the poor lighting Raphael could tell they still had the expression of someone trying to comprehend the incomprehensible. “Bears,” they said, in the tone of someone who’d had a revelation.

“... I beg your pardon?”

“We really should have bears in Avernus. It’s such a shame that we do not. Why has no one thought of it?”

“What in the blazes--” Raphael began, only to trail off when Haarlep let themself drop down next to him, and sighed. Somewhere in the distance, Raphael could hear Durge setting up to fish in the stream while Haslin was whistling as he whittled something - probably another duck. He turned on his side, holding back a groan at the general soreness in rather indelicate places. “Are you well?”

Haarlep turned their head, looked him in the eye, and suddenly smiled. “Heh. Never been better. But I think you don’t truly want me to answer your questions.”

Raphael decided not to bring up the polar dire bears roaming Cania. Just in case Haarlep did something incredibly stupid with the information. “... No, I am beginning to suspect I do not.”

“And are you well, my archduke? Did you behave?”

“Mph,” Raphael grunted, not seeing why Haarlep should get an answer while he didn’t. He just shifted closer and rested against Haarlep’s chest. They chuckled and pulled the blanket back up to cover his shoulders before they settled comfortably, putting an arm around him.

“You’re still my little brat,” they informed him, and kissed his head. "Even if you're not a bear."

Raphael smiled, eyes slipping shut again. “And you’re still my personal headache.”

“I do my best,” Haarlep murmured, and held onto him as he fell back asleep.

***

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Day 7: Celebration

Birthday Cake’s and Thank You’s

“Hey Metal, I just realized something,” Amy asked the robot while he was sitting on her couch politely. “Do you have a birthday?”

Metal tilted his head, clearly confused.

“Y’know, the day you were born, or uh, created, if that’s correct.”

Created? If that’s a birthday. Metal believes he knows the date.

Metal grabs a piece of paper and pen and writes something down. He then shows it to the hedgehog. 739 days ago.

“That’s a lot of days… When was that?” Amy pulls up a calculator and quickly does the math. “Woah, that’s about two years ago! Except it’s one day–” She gasps, and it was possibly the loudest gasp Metal has ever heard.

Before he could react, her hands were suddenly on his shoulders. “Your birthday is tomorrow!?” Metal nodded. This wasn’t something he expected to recall today. “MY birthday is tomorrow! We share the same birthday!” She shakes him as if he was acting hysterical.

Her hands quickly come off as she then stims her hands as she paces around the couch. “Oh, should I get you something? But I don’t know what to get you. What could I get you? OH! OH! I know!” She quickly runs to her fridge, opens it, and brings out ingredients.

Metal stands up, and without needing to see him, she yells, “SIT DOWN! I’M MAKING YOU SOMETHING YOU CAN’T SEE!” At the sound of the order, he sits back down.

The robot calculated the minutes; approximately 83 minutes had passed before Amy left the kitchen and brought out a single layer of blue and black cake. “Here you go!”

Metal once again tilted his head.

“Oh! See, it’s cake! It’s something you usually eat on birthdays and, uh…” She looks at his mouth and sees that there is none there. “You can’t eat food.”

A fact Metal knew and loathed all too well.

Amy looks down on the ground, ashamed. But gets another idea. “Oh, well.” She returns from her kitchen and brings a candle and a lighter. She sticks the candle in the middle of the cake and lights the candle.

She clears her throat. “Happy Birthday to you~” Metal is taken aback as he sees Amy begin to sing around him. Why was she doing this? Is this something you do during these days?

“Happy birthday, dear Metal~ Happy birthday to you!~” Once she finished singing, Metal was about to signal her why she did that. She booped his forehead. “Now, make a wish!”

A wish? He had heard that wishes are just desperate childish pleas that children make. That’s what I heard from the doctor, at least.

He didn’t have to signal to her that he didn’t fully understand as she answered him. “Y’know, like, something that you want in life. Something you want to be better. Or something you want to keep?”

Hmm, something you want? After thinking it over for a moment. He tapped Amy’s arm.

“You got it?”

He nods and picks up the pen and paper to tell her. She takes them away from him. “No, no, no! Don’t tell me! Or else it won’t come true!”

That seems… unlikely and also childish. And yet, he still didn’t want to risk that.

Metal nods once again as Amy blows out the candle. The robot then picks up another paper and pen and writes something down.

Why have cake?

“Oh, that’s what people do for birthdays. Give the birthday person a cake, put a candle on it, and sing them the song!”

That doesn’t make much sense to Metal, but that could sum up many things Metal learns about.

Wait, is that why…

“You don’t mind if I have a piece of this, do you?” Amy asked, already having a knife and fork in hand.

Metal is let out of his thoughts as he shakes his head. It would be wasted anyway.

“Oh, thank you! I have one heck of a sweet tooth.” She then sticks her knife inside and quickly takes a bite out of it.

Metal wonders to himself. Tomorrow is her birthday, huh?

“Move farther to the right.” Metal walks behind Amy with them holding her shoulders. “Your other right.”

The both of them were walking in the woods after Metal had proclaimed they had a surprise for her in the forest. And when she showed up, they immediately put a blindfold on her head, walked behind her, and told her to walk in a specific direction.

And that’s what they were doing now as Amy struggled to walk in the right direction. “If this leads to where you finally kill me, I’ll whack your head.”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t speed up.”

“I’m blindfolded, you bucket of bolts!”

“Then speed up, hedgehog!”

For around four years now, the two have been giving each other small birthday parties to celebrate their friendships. And both would usually give each other gifts for the day and keep each other’s company. Amy had suspected that this was what this was about.

After a few more minutes, Metal pokes Amy’s face. “Now take it off.”

“Wow, very nice of you.” She unfolds the blindfold as her eyes settle on the bright sun. She looks down and sees a picnic blanket in the grass in the middle of a plain filled with flowers. Amy’s memory begins to refresh. “Woah! Is this the same plain we saw when we first met?”

“Precisely, I’m surprised you still remember that.”

“Why wouldn’t I remember that?”

“Well,” Metal walks to the other side of the blanket and sits down near a nearby picnic basket. “With your memory being as bad as it is, I supposed you had long forgotten it.”

“Oh, go choke on something.” Amy sits down across from them. “This wouldn’t be for my birthday today, would it?”

Metal’s voice box mimics a gasp. “Goodness, don’t tell me there’s only air in that head of yours.”

Amy flicks the robot’s head. “Well, what’s in the basket, gothy?”

The robot grabs the basket and opens it. “Consider this not only your birthday gift but as a form of apology.” They take what’s inside of it out and reveal that it’s a small strawberry shortcake.

Amy gawks at the cake mouth, smiling from ear to ear, “Oh my gosh, my favorite!” She squeals. “How did you know it was my favorite?”

“Are you asking me how I knew the flavor you keep “slyly” bringing up is your favorite kind? No idea.” Their voice might not always be the most emotive, but Amy knew a sarcastic comment when she heard one.

“Seriously though, when did you learn to bake? I thought you said cooking was, and I quote, “Useless skill” to have.”

“Admittedly, it is something out of my skill tree, and I considered it foolish to learn. But I still decided to make you one anyway. Although it ended up being utter garbage, even rats wouldn't eat it.”

Amy looked down at the cake. It looked fine to her. More than fine; it looked delicious!

Metal’s red eyes don’t meet her green ones as they look away at the green grass, away from Amy’s gaze. “...That was three years ago.”

The hedgehog’s eyes widen. What did that mean?

“I remember throwing that attempt away and simply giving you roses for your birthday.” If they could, it felt like they would sigh. This isn’t something Metal would typically admit. And it was baffling to see them so open with Amy. “If your memory isn’t as dense as you make it, then you would remember the same thing happening two years ago and last year. Because I kept failing to make you something so simple.”

Well, Amy wouldn’t say that it was simple. But she didn’t say, “It seems like you got right this time.”

Metal still doesn’t look at her. “Not precisely.” He said, a lot more shy than usual. “I knew this wasn’t something I was skilled in. So, after kicking myself for it. I promptly asked two of your companions to assist me. Cream the Rabbit and Big the Cat. ”

This was when Amy was amazed. Metal had talked with Cream and Big, yeah. But to ask them for help for something, nay, for Metal to ask for help on anything, was astounding.

“That’s really big of you to do, Mets.” Amy compliments.

“Don’t make go admitting it to the entire world.”

“No, I just… didn’t think you would do something like that.”

Metal finally looks Amy in the eyes and sees the sincere eyes they're so used to with her. “I tend to surprise.” That is all they could say.

“I have to ask, though,” Amy rubs the back of her head. “What is this an apology for?”

Some form of air leaves Metal as they roll their eyes and look at her. “Are you really that dense?”

“W-What?”

“Before we were acquainted, I smashed your cake strawberry shortcake with my fist. Do you seriously not remember that?”

Oh, that! Amy does remember being upset about it. Although less sad and more angry at the robot.

“And here I was trying to be the “bigger person” as you say, and you don’t even remember it!” Metal looks away from the hedgehog and crosses their arms.

Amy snorts, “Well, no one asked you to do this anyway, so you didn’t have to!”

Metal’s head snaps back toward her. “Of course, I had to!”

Amy slightly backs down. “Why’s that?”

The robot looks slightly surprised at her and then at their own words. They weren’t expecting to say that to her, nor for it to come out like that. But it’s out now. And they weren’t going to stop. “After everything you’ve done for me, and I mean everything, you think I wouldn't want to say thank you?”

The pink hedgehog stares at Metal as they let out their statement. “I owe so much to you, Amy Rose. You helped me get into hobbies and have interests I never would’ve thought of having, you made me see the world in ways I never imagined, and you not only made me realize who I am, but you also made me realize I wasn’t some lowly copy of a lowly person!”

Amy’s eyes begin to water up as the robot goes on. She wouldn’t comment on the fact that they called Sonic lowly. She let them continue.

“So are you indeed so airheaded to not think I would not only at least appreciate it but to find a way to thank you?”

The robot stares at the hedgehog as a single tear falls down her face. She wipes away another one before it could fall down. “W-Wow, Mets. You sure know how to make a lady cry on her birthday.”

Metal’s screen eyes shrinken as they realize what they just said. Out loud, too. “I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t…” They wanted to tell her they didn’t mean to make her cry. But for the first time, Metal didn’t know what to say.

“No, no, it’s fine. Just never figured you thought of me that way.” Amy rolls her eyes. “I mean, I’m not stupid, so I suspected it. But I never thought it was this much, y’know?”

The taller being didn’t know what to do then, but once she was done talking, they did and immediately did it. They rushed over to their side and hugged her. With Metal’s arms wrapped around her, their steel cold parts embracing her fleshy warm ones. “Of course I did. You’re my friend.”

Amy wraps her arms around them as they do the same. “You do know I’m not taking you to a concert after this, right?”

“I know.”

Amy doesn’t hesitate to squeeze them back after that. Patting their back a few times. Even after dozens of upgrades, Metal’s body could never handle her strength. “Well, thank you for the gift.”

She then unwraps her arms from them. “Alright, enough of that. I want some of that cake.”

Metal raises one finger. “I do have to ask you to not ask me to sing for you.”

“Oh, c’mon! Not even for…” Amy then makes the closest attempt at puppy dog eyes. “Your best friend?”

“First of all, no; second, I’ve never said you were my best friend, only a normal friend.”

“Seriously! No offense, but do you really have any other friends you would consider closer to you than me?”

“...No.”

Amy's shoulder bumps them. “Then c’mon. For me?”

Sigh, the things you do for friends.

#metal sonic #neo metal sonic #amy rose #metamyweek30th #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #my writing

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actress4him · 1 year ago

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June of Doom 2023

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Taglist: @painful-pooch , @robinbugbanned

Day 15 - “Please.” | Blindfold | Pressure Points | Scream

Day 18 - “How long have you been like this?” | Fall | Sleep Deprivation | Blankets

Contains: lady whump with male whumper, blindfold, stress positions, choking, captivity

Isa hates the blindfold. She hates not being able to see what’s coming, even if her magic does tell her where everyone is and when they’re moving. She still doesn’t know what kind of weapon he might be holding, or where exactly on her body it might land.

This time is almost worse, though, because he’s not anywhere near her. She’s chained up - as she has been constantly since the escape attempt - on one side of the room, on her knees with her elbows tied together behind her back and wrenched as high as they’ll go. Lainey is against the opposite wall. Right before he’d blindfolded her, she’d watched him clasp one of the metal bands around Lainey’s throat, but instead of hooking it to the wall he’d hooked it to one of the chains on the ceiling, forcing her up onto her toes to keep from being choked.

Now…she doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing, and that’s what she hates. All she knows is that she keeps hearing little gasps and hisses of pain, and Lainey’s heart rate keeps climbing higher and higher. It’s hard to keep her own from matching it. Sometimes she wishes she could just turn off the vibrations that intrude in her chest and across her skin, especially now that there are two people around to track. She honestly doesn’t remember how she handled it, living a normal life with so many people around all the time.

But she can’t just ignore it. In a way, she’s connected to Lainey like this, not that it provides any support that she’s aware of. If the roles were switched, Lainey would be shouting at Sir to leave her alone, but Isa still can’t make herself do it. She’s in enough pain as it is, she can’t handle any more right now, and she doesn’t want to accidentally make things worse for Lainey, either.

There’s another noise, but this time it isn’t a gasp or a cry. With her ears straining to pick up any clues about what’s going on, she easily catches the jingle of a chain combined with a strangled sound from Lainey. It repeats again, and again. In her mind, Isa can picture her dangling from her throat, lips turning blue as she fights for air, the man just standing there watching her struggle.

“Lainey!” she cries out without even thinking. Immediately she bites her lip, trying to listen, holding back her pleas. Help her, please help her, don’t let her die.

Seconds that feel like an eternity later, there’s a raspy, shuddering inhale followed by a desperate bout of coughing. Isa sags in her restraints, face dropping back toward the floor. Her shoulders are burning from the way she was unconsciously pulling forward.

She doesn’t know how much more of this she can take. Before Lainey arrived, her life was horrible and miserable, but it was fairly predictable. Even after Lainey, it had settled into a mostly predictable routine again. But now? He’s gotten more angry. More reckless. It’s only been…maybe three days since the escape attempt - one day since Lainey returned - but he’s spent almost all of his time down here in the basement since then, coming up with more and more ways to hurt them. She’s never been this afraid that he’ll kill one of them before, and she’s not sure her body can hold any more pain.

Whatever he’s doing to her continues on for several more minutes. Isa flinches and grimaces with each quiet sound. Eventually, though, he has enough, and goes to the cabinets to put his tool away before heading toward the stairs. He delivers a swift kick to her ribs as he passes, causing her to jerk her shoulder nearly out of socket, then is gone.

“Lainey?” she ventures, listening to the other girl’s hoarse breaths.

“I’m okay.”

“Right. I’m sure.” She’s tempted to lift her head up despite the strain it causes, as if she’ll be able to see her injuries. “What…did he do?”

“J-just…a knife, mostly.” She pauses, her feet shifting against the concrete floor. “Besides the…kicking my knee…from under me.”

Isa grits her teeth in anger. Of course he did. “That…really scared me.”

“Yeah. M-me, too.”

It isn’t often Lainey admits she’s scared. Isa knows she is scared, but her saying it is a different story. She usually seems to feel like she has to stay optimistic and brave enough for both of them.

“Isa?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m…really tired. I haven’t…slept, like, at all since…since we ran. And I’m…” She moves her feet again. “I’m worried. That…I’m gonna…doze off, or something, and…”

Realization dawns on Isa. “Oh. You’re…you’re still chained by your neck?”

“Yeah.”

The temporary relief that Sir leaving had brought is gone once again, anxiety thrumming through her veins. “You could, um…you could talk to me? Tell me some more stories?”

“Yeah.” Lainey gives a little, weak laugh. “I don’t…I don’t know if I can think of any…right now. My brain is…yeah.”

“Oh. Um…” Now her mind is blank, too.

“Could…you talk to me?”

“Uh…” All this time together, and she’s still never told Lainey anything about her past. It isn’t that she has anything to hide, she just doesn’t usually have the energy for talking and doesn’t like to think about everything she’s been missing the last five years. But if that’s what it takes to save Lainey, then that’s what she’ll do.

“Um. I don’t…really know what to say, but…I mean, you told me about your little brother, so…I could tell you about my siblings?”

“Please. I’d love to hear about them.”

“Right.” Thoughts of her siblings were part of what kept her going when she first got here. Lately, thinking of them has been too painful. Gosh, they’re five years older now. Luisa was a junior in highschool when she last saw her, she missed her graduation. Did she get into the college she was dreaming of? Pablo wasn’t even in highschool yet and now he’d be…what, a senior? And Camila…she’s been married for six years now. She and her husband were talking about babies last she heard. They could have a four year old by now. She could be an aunt, and not even know it.

But Lainey needs the distraction. She can’t let her down. Blinking away tears that soak into the blindfold, she clears her throat. “Right, um…I have…three siblings. Two sisters and one brother. I’m the second oldest. They’re…they were my best friends.”

It hurts somehow worse than everything physical on her body, but the more she talks the easier the words flow. Before long she’s lost in memories and stories, and something in her chest eases just a little at being able to share them for once.

#juneofdoom #day 15 #day 18 #lady whump #lady whumpee #blindfold #stress positions #choking #captivity whump #lainey and isa #two whumpees #urban fantasy #magical whumpee #whump writing #whump series

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ghost-buddies · 6 months ago

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ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇx!ʙꜰ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ….

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ. In which your ex, Gojo Satoru, shows up at your front door.

ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴɢʀᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛꜱ. Angst :: hurt/comfort :: self indulgent :: sfw :: cursing

ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛꜱ. Gojo Satoru :: Ieiri Shoko :: mentions of Geto Suguru

ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. Should I do some other characters? Ooo maybe Geto next ʕ•͡-•ʔ Or just continue this ohohohoh

ᴡᴄ. 529

There’s uneven knocking at the door. You rub your eyes, exhausted. Turning to your clock, you squint as you make out the blocky numbers: it’s 2:47 am. Shit, you think. Who’s at the door so late?

Still bleary-eyed, you pad your way to your door. Peer through the little peephole.

Gojo Satoru peers right back through. He’s smirking a little, as if he knew that you were looking at him. His hair is mussed and he looks tired. His blindfold looks loose on his face and he’s a little slumped. Something’s wrong.

You open the door a crack, barely letting any light through. “What do you want, Gojo?”

His face falls, and he’s swaying a little bit. “I told-d you not to c-call me by my last na-ame, babe.”

He’s drunk. Of course.

You sigh. The lightweight wasn’t so lightweight anymore, Shoko had informed you. “Goj— I mean, Satoru. Go home. You’re drunk—”

“N-nooo, baby, take me back-k.” He leans onto the door for support, hiccuping. “I don’t even know why we broke u-up. S-Suguru would never leave me.”

“I’m going to call Shoko to get you. You’re clearly not in your right mind right now.” You rub your temples. “Im not going to have this conversation with you. I broke up with you because of this. I’m not a replacement for Geto.”

Satoru blinks slowly, obviously hurt. Maybe you were a little harsh, you think, as you text Shoko.

“She’ll be here in a few minutes,” you tell him softly.

“I want you back, baby.” Satoru’s blindfold slips a little, his right eye becoming visible from the little crack of light your door has created. His eye, although cloudy and unfocused, pierce you again.

“I s-still love you. I never regretted us.” His voice is small and slowly paced. He’s serious.

You shake your head, exhausted. You check your phone again - Shoko should be here right now - and look back at your ex. “Satoru, you’re not in the right headspace—”

“Baby, l-let me win you back-k. I’ll get you— f-fuck, I’ll get you flowers a-an’ chocolates and l-lunch. You’re not like Suguru, I’ll prove it to you—”

Shoko magically appears and begins to haul Satoru away. She looks over her shoulder and grins, a cigarette in her mouth. “Sorry for being a lil late! I’ll take him off your hands now.”

And with that, she’s whisked Satoru away, sluggish and putty-like in her arms.

You yawn again and sink your way back to bed. A selfish part of you wants Satoru to win you back, while the other warns that him gaining your forgiveness would never work out.

You sigh. You’ll see him tomorrow anyways. To find out if he remembers anything. You close your eyes and drift into a dreamless sleep.

—

That morning, you open the door to see a white wicker basket. Dozens of your favorite flowers, sets of mini chocolates and snacks you adore, and… was that a note?

Wish I could’ve delivered this in person but you were out asleep.

I want to make good on my promise. Lunch with me at your favorite place, 3 pm?

Love,

Toru

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carelessflower · 7 months ago

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PART 2 - (TAINTED LIES)

TW: TORTURE

Alec and Aline stood outside the black gate, no other houses were nearby, huge trees shrouded the house in secrecy. Aline pushed the buzzer.

"Yes?" The voice which sounded like Magnus answered.

"Its Aline and Alec."

"Come in." After a few seconds the gate opened, they walked on the pavement, and before they reached the door the door opened. Revealing Magnus.

"Come in." He smiled.

The enterance of the house was huge, halls leading different ways and two staircases snaked into different directions, they followed Magnus to the kitchen, where law books and articles decorated the kitchen table.

"Who lives here with you?" Aline questioned, as the house was just too big for two people.

"Just my dad and me." Magnus reponded, getting some snacks and drinks from one of the fridges.

Aline noticed a few photo frames, she saw a white man and Magnus, which would be Magnus's father, and him, at the beach.

"So, we need to set up a situation that would occure in a family court, for example, the easist one is adoption." Alec wanted it to be done over, he liked Magnus, but he barely knew the man.

They started working, exchanging notes, and having a few laughs. Two hours passed and the front door opened, and in walked Asmodeus.

"Oh dad, this is Alec and Aline, doing a project on the law course." Asmodeus just gave them a smile, and walked back out of the kitchen and headed upstairs.

"So we can add extra notes, and I think we can wrap it up for today." Aline said putting her pen down.

"Magnus, are you going to attend Lorenzo's Ray funeral?" Aline asked.

"I should pay my respects. I heard he had a fiance?" Magnus questioned, taking a bite out of his cookie.

Asmodeus walked back in again. He was wearing a grey shirt and jeans.

"He did, but he is also missing, Andrew Underhill, NYPD thinks he is also been murdered." Alec said, he wish the killings would stop.

"Hopefully he turns up alright." Aline whispered, Magnus nodded in agreenment.

"We should be going, I promised my brother, I would help him with his maths work." Alec said, putting his notebook in his bag, as Magnus walked both of them out to the gate.

"My cousin is outside." Aline said, putting her phone in her pocket.

"See you on Friday." Alec smiled as they got into the car, and drove off.

Magnus kicked the gravel, as the gate closed, he went back inside and closed the front door.

"You killed Andrew as well?"

"He is in the basement, you said you wanted to torture so he is practice." Asmodeus said, Magnus got up and followed his dad along the hallway, and down a flight if stairs, he unlocked the door, and walked into the library, he went to the far left, and removed a book, a clicking noise was heard, as the wall opened.

Both of them walkes along the passage, until they got to a metal door, he entered the code on the keypad, the door open, Magnus eyes lit up, in the far side of the room, a shirtless, blonde haired was gagged and blindfolded, he was tied to a metal chair which was secured to the floor. His feet was also tied.

"Wear the jumpsuit-.

"I know. Im not stupid." Rolling his eyes, Magnus grabbed his clear jumpsuit, and put it on, he grabbed his gloves.

"Now torture can be taken in any form, physical, sexual, emotional, or any other form. What I like to do, is to phsyically hurt them, crushing their ankles, fingers." Asmodeus said, kicking Andrew's ankles.

"I also would do a sleep depravation, keeping them up standing, hands tied to the pole, and dangling above the floor, cutting them open. Now, you need to pick the instrument you want." Asmodeus said, opening the draw and pulling out a range of intruments, which were cleaned.

Magnus picked up vise with protruding studs, the crushing bars were lined with sharp metal points.

"You picked the thumbscrew, you wanna remove his blindfold." Asmodeus suggested.

Magnus removed the blindefold, and Andrew eyes squinted, the white light hurting his eyes, took a few minutes, before his eyes adjusted. His mouth was dry and he was trying to breath through the gag.

"Look at you." Magnus smiled.

"This is his first time. So be nice." Asmodeus held Andrew's shoulders. Andrew eyes widened, as he tried to remove his fingers away from the vice, Magnus's grip was strong.

"Okay you need to hurry." Asmodeus whispered, Andrew felt cold, as his desparate attempts ended in failure, he felt the pain go through his arm, as one by one, the screw clamped down on his fingers, blood and skin broken. He let out a scream, but it came all muffled.

"It will be over, he is going to have some fun before he decides to kill you." Asmodeus whispered.

His vision was blurred, as tears came down, he couldnt feel his hands.

Magnus smiled at his work, pleased with himself.

"Can we do the sleep depravation?" Magnus said, eyeing the pole on the ceiling

"Yeah, but we need to smash his ankles first." Asmodeus walked to the other side, and grabbing a bat.

Magnus placed the blindfold back on.

The muffled screams came, as the sound of bones breaking. Asmodeus cuffed Andrews hands.

"You need to beat him and probably cut him so he looses blood slowly." Magnus suggested, his dad handed him the bat....

A few days went by, and a naked blonde man was found on the beach near the rocks. His eyes, teeth, hair, nails, and liver removed. He was battered and a few broken bones, a few cuts on his wrist and inner tighs, were clean, it took a few hours to identify the man as Andrew Underhill. And another few hours for the NYPD to think there is more than a few killers working together.

bestie.....

#ask #talent anon #violence #torture

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gizzardscrolls · 1 year ago

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God of Machines: Wayland's journal

Chapter 3: Left in the Dark

“Now that they have thoroughly ruined the entertainment, the last group gets number 2. You are free to go. No catch, go back in with the fold and mingle or whatever you folks do.”

They look just as shocked as I do even with blindfolds on. After that display who the fuck knows what’s going to happen to these people. He continues onto the singular man.

“This is for the guards, not the prisoners but I wish for you all to see it as well. This man had damaged the cultist on the transport here. Costing me 4 silver taels in the health potion alone, due to his recklessness, I have decided to take his gear and let him loose in the mountain ranges. Prisoners and guards come closer to the fence”

Some other guards bring out a ladder. We are all corralled up to the front. Oswald looks like a walking corpse already. The former guard after climbing up the ladder is told to jump from the 15-foot fence. He hit the ground with a loud thud. He gets up and starts limping. Matthais, clearly bored, fires a shot from his handgun at his feet.

“Go on, run! Make this fun for us!”

The man starts panicking and goes as fast as he can with the fractured leg.

“No one looks away from this, I took time out of the work day for this show!”

a few more seconds pass before he speaks again “Does anyone find this cruel?”

Oswald mumbled, “I do.”

Matthais heard that, but instead of getting mad, he seems kinda happy. “I agree Oswald,”

he then pulls out a radio from the inside of his coat. “ Tower, come in.”

The man on the other side simply said “Roger that”

. Matthais was pleased by the guard in the tower knowing his orders without question. I heard a loud thump, I turned around and saw the missile’s launch sequence. The round container it was in launched all at once with a wind crystal. The container splits into three pieces and falls off almost as fast as you see the missile launch. The actual payload activates, fire comes out from the bottom and it goes straight into the sky, presumably while it loads the coordinates. A few more seconds pass when I turn back almost instantly, it comes from the sky as if the machine god Jaena themself killed him. I feel a tiny spec of blood hit my cheek. Nothing but silence from the crowd.

Matthais asks, “Everyone please have a good night, and remember the old and weak will die.”

I don't know how having a good night would be possible for any of us.

As the prisoners all clear out, Oswald says to me “Alice can help you from here, she’s been here longer than any of us except for the warden. I'm supposed to show you around more sir, but I'm just.”

He stops talking and walk’s away, can't say I blame him. I make my way across the courtyard to the only other person in the room. Alice, Her jumpsuit doesn’t have sleeves, she has long red hair and freckles all along her arms leading slightly up her neck covered in rune scars and then some freckles on the bridge of her nose. She looks up at me as if seeing a lifelong friend and break’s into a mile-wide smile despite the last 5 minutes

“Hey, Wayland.”

I’m pretty sure I’d recognize her since she knows my name. I know she’s not a past client.

“Haha, real fucking funny. Who are you?”

The runes on her throat start to glow, her voice suddenly gets many times deeper “How’s Cobblepot doing?”

sighing I say “Fucking Wellerman.”

Wellerman was a mysterious mechanic that lived in our town for a few years, they never said much, and completely covered themselves head to toe in a black robe but were always helpful when working on cars. She basically kept our convoys afloat before the town’s decline. I was the only person to really talk to her, I think. I was always telling her about my jobs and hunts, it’s kinda embarrassing to know I was showing my battle scars to a woman

“You should speak with a better tone. how’s that any way to treat a girl as cute as me” she chimed in, back into her normal voice.

Sorry for being cautious after being thrown into a prison run by a lunatic. “Sorry, what the hell are you doing here?”

She looks at me like I just had a brain hemorrhage. I know why she’s here. “So I'm supposed to show you around a little more, according to that kid from earlier.”

she wraps her arm around my neck and bring’s my head down to hers. “We’re going to bust out in a few weeks' time. Your strength is gonna help us stay out unlike the ones today.”

“And how do you propose that we do that Wellerman?”

She pouts “You have a proper name for me, use it.”

Demanding. I might be happier to see someone I vaguely knew if I actually did vaguely know her. Who’s to say Alice is her real name? She seems to have a few screws loose, but to be fair, she left the village about 4 years ago and never came back, I assume she’s been here since. She led me through the hallway the fire caster came from. The ceiling was curved and the walls were cinder blocks and chain link fencing. The ground in this section was just packed together with sand better than the gravel of the courtyard. Well for me anyway because I still don't have my nice fucking boots.

“This is the residential area, we all sleep here, guards, doctors, captives.”

She pulls my head down again. “Except for the warden and the caster, they sleep underneath the camp. In the tunnel system that splits off from the mine. There are rumors that he has a machine guarding the entrance from the mines”

This is going to be a headache. The offspring of jaena the unfeeling cold machines that predate man. They like to pretend to be human and attempt to live among us, most of the ones who attempt to integrate with humans pretend to feel pain or other emotions. Maybe they can feel some but there are no souls in their sensors. Alice let go of my head and kept leading me down the halls. The ground shifted from the packed sand to rough concrete, probably part of a renovation to move carts easier.

“This is the dumping zone for the carts, from what the last group gathered the dump leads very close to the garage.”

Puzzled, I asked, “Why didn't you go with the last group when they broke out?”

She responded pretty fast “Keep your voice down.”

she pulled my head down to her yet again “I'm not talking in your ear for no reason dumbass, We can’t really go anywhere with the warden still around. The Reavers will relay information to each other. We take care of Matthais, they won't report us as gone. The last group wouldn’t listen to my advice.”

The intercom crackled with the familiar voice of Reed. “Tomorrow will be a hard work day, for your sake and mine, mostly yours. Please do not get injured. We are low on supplies, You will clear the abandoned shaft. Please do not fire at guards with loaned weapons. we don’t want a repeat of today.”

Alice lets out a heavy sigh, which is my thing to do. “We gotta kill the pests in the mine tomorrow, have you ever been in a mine wayland?”

“Of course. Are we dealing with overgrown spiders or Nidskr?”

She chuckled. “I have no idea, probably both. Here catch”

she throws me a key with a tag reading R-083 on it, “This the room key Alice?”

“Yeah, you remember your way to the room right?”

“Why do we get our own keys, that’s not like any prison I've been a part of,” I ask.

she responds simply “You've already seen what happens to people who aren't where they’re supposed to be when they need to be. Be nice to your roommate Wayland.”

she walks away pretty quickly, I start walking around, no intercom has stated a bedtime, and even then I’m alright at sneaking around if I stay out too long. I see Reed talking to an inmate, the inmate is a fairly large well built man, he’s wearing the normal pants of the jumpsuit but a tank top instead of it being zipped up all the way, it looks torn up.

“Hey new guy, I don't bite, promise!”

He doesn’t seem like a bad actor, so I go over to the two of them.

Reed opens up with “Don’t let big man scare you, he’s just as nice as big bear”

the other guy introduces himself. “The name’s Brad, I saw you walking with Alice earlier, most I've seen her talk. ‘Cept for the last uh, group.”

he whispers, “We’re all in on the plan. Even Reed over there, we’re going to make it this time. If you’re as strong as she said. You’ll probably figure it out tomorrow but Alice made you sound like a legend, for our sake please live up”

Reed added “Hey kid, if fail. Don’t feel bad. We tried, no? Like say in Carn, better to die man than live like dog”

Shit if that ain't the truth.

“Well guys I'm going to my room, I don’t know what you heard but I'm just a man, same as you.”

Brad laughs “Humble, are we? Well good luck tomorrow, hopefully we get in the same group.”

he slaps me on the back as I walk past, I can’t say I dislike them but I fear they expect more out of me than I can actually give. I get lost in the hallway and wander back to the two still talking.

Reed sees me and starts laughing, Brad joins in too. “Lost one! I go with you to find your way.”

Reed leads me down the same hallway, I swear it’s the same route I went but we actually go down the hallway leading to rooms 70-90 the floor’s back to packed sand here.

Reed breaks the silence “What do you call a flat tail that’s mad? A brat tail!”

his own shitty joke sends him into the greatest fit of laughter. A happy man despite being probably under the same threat of execution as the rest of us, he keeps making similar jokes the entire way down until we get to R-83.

“Okay Reed, thank you for the directions. I’ll pay you back somehow.”

He simply smiles waves goodbye then is gone as soon as I blink. I unlocked the door with the key Alice gave me. Inside the room is actually better than I thought, there is carpet on the floor, a bunk bed on the right side, a desk on the left, and on the back is almost a bathroom, with that same concrete floor as the nicer parts of here. On the right side is a sink and on the left is a shower with a closed door. Someone’s in it, my roommate I imagine. The top bunk look’s untouched but the bottom appears to have been slept in recently. So I take the jumpsuit off and get on the top bunk, whoever is my roommate I hope isn't mad about me taking the top bunk. I hear the shower turn off and the door open.

I turn and say “Hey sorry but I'm taking the top b-”

Well, it turns out the rooms are not separated as I see Alice. I instantly roll over praying to Jaena, I don't end up with my eyes ripped out. Alice starts laughing, not in a nervous or flirty way but in a laughing at seeing someone fall on their ass kind of way

“I'm glad I didn't say anything when I threw you the keys. Your reaction is priceless. Never been in a girl’s room before?”

She gets in the bottom bed. “After all, you were always telling me, or should I say Wellerman? About how the girls in the village broke your heart”

Cheap shot, it’s not like I knew you weren’t a 50-year-old man. “Fuck you, Alice.”

Poor choice of words unfortunately as she responded with “Keep wishing Wayland.”

The lights go out automatically around 9pm, and with the light’s going out, my lights too went out exhausted from the beating in the forest and what I saw in the courtyard today

The intercom cracks itself and I came to life at the start of the morning. Instead of Reed’s calming voice, it was Mattihais, “I hope everyone is prepared for a productive day, as our old friends have finally returned. I've decided to open up another abandoned mineshaft. Meet in the courtyard in 5 minutes"

I sit up fully awake after that last statement, looking over to the ladder I see the bright green eyes of Alice staring at me.

“Uh, good morning?”

She just smiles at me and then jumps off the ladder. She throws the jumpsuit at me.

“You sleep silently. I thought you were dead.”

I respond simply “It’s a skill you learn out there, either you do or you die. Is that why you’re so happy to see me?”

Alice just keeps smiling, “Good to see an old friend.”

I slide the jumpsuit back on. It’s not as comforting to me as armor but for general wear it's serviceable. Leading back to the courtyard, on the stage is the warden.

“Good evening, as you can see we skipped breakfast today, due to the dangerous nature of today's work, we will only make enough for those who survive. You will be provided weapons and ammo before you go in, we will provide armor for those who take the initiative and go in first, due to the small nature of the mines, we can’t send you all in at once please make groups of three and one guard.”

Over near the pit in the center, I see Alice, Brad, and Oswald. Brad waves me over, Oswald still looks sick. Alice look’s same as ever. Oswald leads us to the guns

“Since Alice volunteers you guys to go in first you get some armor, and first grabs on the weapons.”

He mumbled fuck under his breath. I take it he thinks he’s going to die today. I look at my hands now, the flesh fully healed from my brief stint, it still hurts when I breathe, however. I decided to take a spear so I don't have to fight anything up close, and for firearms, I take this large automatic belt-fed 8 gauge shotgun. I have no idea what madman in the base cooked this thing up but it looks useful. Brad grabs a carn mt-lion SMG from the war days. Its mag is in the stock and goes in the top the bullet’s eject out of the bottom it has a small profile but seems useful. He also grabs a shield and a mace for melee combat. Alice brings along a breznov and a dagger. Oswald has a Carn standard rifle, a midsized rifle with a carrying handle on top, wood stock, and foregrip. The armor is just leftovers from the war. Bargain bin shit for beginner hunters but it’s better than getting your lungs blown out with the exception of the armor from the transport guard. Full heavy carn armor from the war. I immediately start putting it on, thank Jaena that guard beat the cultist. Starting with the thick jumpsuit-like base that has armor plating on its arms and throughout its legs, I put on the equally thick boots. It has two spikes on the steel plate above the toes, and the dense segmented chest plate covers are so thick, I'm virtually immortal. I finally put on that reflective dome helmet. It's weird how empty the inside is; it doesn't obstruct my field of vision at all. No wonder Carn won, I look over at Brad and Alice. Brad’s armor still leaves his arms past his shoulders exposed but I guess it’s more coverage than his usual attire. Alice’s armor cover’s her fully; she has a padded leather undersuit, a normal Kevlar vest, elbow and knee pads, and a full helmet.

“Come on snake eyes, let’s go” She taunts me with the nickname the hunters guild gave me

“So where's the entrance?” I ask over the speakers inside the suit.

Brad says “In the pit, there’s an entrance.”

“Wait, the one they threw that cultist in?” I asked.

Oswald responds with “Yeah they didn’t bother cleaning it out beyond what Roderick burned.”

We climbed down a ladder placed where the spikes used to be before the flame pillar. We walk across the pit, and upon closer inspection, I see much more ashes and bones than those poor souls could have left. This is not the first time they’ve done that. I see the unmistakable bones of the cultist, starting to crystalize with the raw mana that was going through it, what an unsightly being even in death. Its skull at least shows it was once a human, I step on the skull of the cultist crushing it into pieces under my heavy boot.

“Let’s roll everyone,” Brad says, taking the lead into the gaping maw of darkness.

The first 5-10 minutes of walking is fine, silent but fine. After about 20 minutes we finally end up at the blocked-off tunnel. I bash the wooden barricade down just fine, It only takes a few more minutes before we encounter the first few nidskr. Big scally beast’s the size of an older child, they eat minerals and magic crystals, but are very territorial and routinely fight humans. The first one lets loose a hiss, it raises its long neck upwards, I stab it in the throat with my spear. Nidskr aren’t difficult by themselves, but what you have to really look out for are the ones that breathe fire, or worse acid. This one has no markings and is a standard gray one.

Oswald says “Thank god it’s not one of the acid ones, I saw one melt a guy’s face off one time.”

Alice probably doesn't like being jinxed and says to him “Hey Os, if you don't shut up right now, I'm using you as a meat shield first one we see.”

Oswald straightens his back up “Sorry ma’am I didn't mean to curse us”

After a few moments of silence, he starts talking again. “Do you guys believe in the legion?”

This piques Brad’s interest “What, the boogiemen demons that take corpses and turns em into more legion?”

Oswald nods as Brad keeps talking “No way they’re real, people say that venir used to be these small nice things called deer. And that vatador never existed either, you really think some demons out there are playing god?”

“Better than thinking Jaena abandoned us” I add.

Brad seems to disagree. “How’s that not saying Jaena abandoned us? That the demons just walk around?”

Alice seems uninterested in the conversation. “The demons came through from out of this world. How would Jaena have control over that? Now if Jaena placed the venir themself then I’d say Jaena did.”

Brad just says “Mmm” and that was the end of that conversation, we keep walking through the abandoned tunnels and don't seem to find anything.

“Guys, why do you think this tunnel is shut off?” Brad asks us.

Oswald replies “It’s marked off the map, we have no idea what’s down here and didn't want to risk it until now.”

Alice states rather sharply “Who’s we? I didn't agree to be here.”

Well, she’s not wrong. We continue in silence after that. The minecart track suddenly disappeared for a few steps then we saw train tracks.

Brad stunned said, “Here be dragons”

The dragons of the old west, trains. Before Jaena gave us automobiles, they gave us trains. Their horn was a roar and the smoke they produced gave them the name of dragons. At least according to the few machines left who were around at the time. Trains were mostly hidden away and rare to be seen. Left in the dark ages back when the mystic races were still around, the machines refuse to talk about the mystic races. The first car we enter appears to be a workshop on the table, a spearhead more like a trident. There are no magic crystals but rather just raw mana in the blade itself, the rest go on a head but I decided to keep it to see what could be done with it. After about 20 minutes of work, it’s done and they’ve completely explored the dragon. The train goes over a ravine and we can use it as a makeshift bridge, I go out to look from the vantage point of the dragon’s car, the cave is a beautiful place lit by fluorescent fungi with a pit of water underneath there is a single stone path, and in the center is a large structure, a design I have never seen before, it appears to be a massive castle of smoothed stone. Up the smooth pillars that rise from the water-filled bottom, are runes or perhaps letters I have never seen before, the rest of the group behind me says we should go back for reinforcements, and as I turn back to go and join them the train car we’re in start’s to slip, naturally I'm in the heaviest armor, it starts to slip more, brad reaches out and I grab his hand. The car falls. It hit the ground with a heavy thud throwing me off my feet. Brad and I are stuck down here. The car’s not so far that we couldn’t get up with some equipment. Alice and Oswald are up above us.

Oswald calls out to us “Sir are you alive?”

Brad replies first “Yeah kid we’re alive, go back and get a ladder and maybe some more people. Pff Shit just try and get Reed at least so we can explore deeper. Kid these are relics from the dark age, I'm seeing them even if Matthias tortures my ass”

I ask “Hey Os, Alice! You guys okay?”

Os said, “Yeah I'm fine I was almost out of the car anyway when it fell.”

Alice, clearly injured in her voice, said “I'll manage, I think I just fractured my arm. Worst case they put me back in the mechanic’s again. Luckily I'm worth enough to keep around even when injured.”

I tell her “Don't go missing on us again Alice!”

Alice I think slightly happier said thanks then they left.

Brad is still inspecting the train car. “Do you know how fucking big this is Wayland? The elves and dwarves. We can find out more about the progenitors of humanity”

My reply was very simple. “If it mattered they’d still be here. I can theorize all I want but if there’s no way to understand a single damn thing they wrote, then who cares?”

He didn't seem as bothered by my comments. “No Wayland, someone out there has the answers. I'm sure we can find something in there.”

Brad points to the large structure across the stone bridge, a foreboding mass of stone stretching all the way to the water at the bottom, it’s thicker at the base and thins as it goes to the top leaving a slanted appearance in its rectangular design. I can see flag’s from this distance. It looks like a true fort, there is still light on the inside in most rooms. I assume it’s magic crystals, there’s not much to do but wait. Reed and Os come back.

Awe-struck at the sight Reed just says “Where was this hiding?”

“underground probably sir” Os said rather straight forward.

We walk down the stone pathway to the fortress, no one says anything, the door is a large and rotted piece of wood, Mold and holes as if chewed through by rats and other parasites. As I push it open the hinges groan as if to signal its dying breath. The first hallway is a rather extravagant foyer with two large stairways in the center that splinter off, a door directly in front of us, and two door’s on the left and right. Above us hung a chandelier dimly lighting the room with magic crystals. The mana was dissipating slowly over the years, underneath that was a large engraved circle, the runes more common than the ones on the outside, the rest of the floor was a pattern of smooth tiles.

Brad asked reed, “Can you read these runes? Or should we explore more first.”

Reed taking a closer look, “I am shaman does not mean I know every rune. These runes are very old, ancient. From what I can read with a glance it wants some kind of orb. I’ll need to study further.”

“I think we should go have someone stay with Reed while he tries to figure that out” I add.

Brad seems to agree and adds “we should have whoever's staying swap out and rest for each room. There’s no telling what monsters lurk in the dark, since you have the most armor wayland I don't think you’re going to be able to switch out "

Of course it’s me "I was already expecting that, it is my first day after all. Come on Os, let’s go through that center door, I trust Brad and Reed have the entrance.”

Os seemed a little frightened but I just assume that’s his state of mind. Opening the door in the middle we’re greeted with the very faint flow of wind and light water droplets as if it was raining. It's a bridge that connects to another door. At the end this bridge has a nice arch to it and pillar’s connecting the guard rail to the top. Looking up I see this is probably the midpoint of the fort, the upper part a massive room glowing orange that emanates magic, it seems to connect to the top of the mountain.

Interrupting the tranquil scenery Os says. “Sir watch your step, the bridge seems to have chunks fallen out.”

I see what he means up ahead there’s a large chunk of missing stone you can see the faintly blue glowing water at the bottom, i can’t quite make out what the chunk of stone landed on but it seems to be a tunnel, onward we continued to the door on the other side, smooth steel with no handle or markings completely smooth. I figure using berserk to bust this door down would be a waste of time, we make our way back to the center.

Brad asked “why are you guy’s back so soon?”

I told him “Door’s locked and has no way to open.”

Reed looked up and said. “Mmm, strange runes and contraptions underground. I think this is ruin of dwarves.”

I said “the bridge gave us a good view, this place is much larger than we first thought.”

Os and I both decided to go to the door that was on our left when we entered, a long spiral staircase folding into itself down to the pitch black below. The stairs leading upwards had all cracked away, with no choice we decided to descend into the darkness. As we walked down the stairs the light slowly started to bleed away, the faint orange of the outdated fire crystal lantern’s above stopped giving off enough light to see about halfway down. I turned on the flashlight mounted on the suit mounted next to the speakers, the pale light bleached the colors from the wall making the stone gray look more ashen. There was water down at the bottom of the stairs reflecting the light back at us as we made our final steps. Not taking the risk of there being no final step and falling I jumped into the water that had been still for who knows how long, thankfully the undersuit for the armor is mostly water proof. The water went up to my thighs. At the bottom there’s a hallway that leads to the direction the bridge was going.

“Hey Os!”

he went into the water more carefully then i, slowly sinking his feet in.

“Yes sir?”

I sigh “Stop calling me that i'm older than you, the name’s Wayland. I assume this water got in here somehow, this suit has maybe a minute of oxygen in it when I shut the air vent’s so if we get somewhere we have to go underwater you have to go back.”

He just nodded. We go through the hallway, untouched by anything for who knows how long? I can see the piece of the bridge from earlier i can hear water trickling in slowly, this section is almost above the water so i assume that’s why it’s only thigh deep, i pull at the section of bridge that’s in the hallway and pull loose some rotted chunks of stone enough for me to move it into a better position, i jam the blade of my spear in between the wall and the chunk of bridge, i lift it up enough for us to crawl through. I prop the spear up using the wooden shaft, After Os goes in, I crawl in after on my knees, the water is up to my shoulders. I look up and through the chunk of bridge that’s out I see the cave walls yet again. How was this place hidden for so long? I stand up on the other side, there are stairs that lead above the water and into a doorway on the other end look’s to be the remnants of a moon pool. It uses water and air pressure to have an exit to the body of water that’s inside it without the water getting in. Looking around more it seems this moon pool was used as a sort of bath house for the dwarves. There’s towels and clothes around but no corpses, The pool in the center glowing blue with plenty of the fluorescent mushrooms below. there’s a much shorter straight staircase case in front of us, climbing up it I can feel the water draining out of the spare ammo boxes for my shotgun. Stepping up the wooden stairs I can feel them creak beneath my weight, at the top is what appears to be a locker room, instead of normal metal locker’s these were intricate safes with number codes required to open them. The exit of the room was a metal ladder, the safes that were open didn't have much in them, some gold trinket’s and magic crystals that were already halfway bled out. There was a messenger bag on one of the many bench’s in the room, i put it over my shoulder and put the spearhead from earlier in so i no longer had to carry it, i threw in all the magic crystal’s i could carry, Os just seemed content with a few ring’s he found. After all, the dead can't use any of this so we might as well. I cared more for the practical items but every kid wants to be rich. I only found a few useful magic crystals. They were all nearly empty but a few lightning one’s still had charge in them.

While climbing up the ladder Os asked me “Wayland, what do you think happened to the dwarves?”

An interesting question to say the least.

“Well Os I think an entire race disappearing over a few dozen years would be a pretty hard thing to do. So my theories are, the legion is real and dismantled them turning them into some foul beast. Or the only other and more likely answer, Jaena is the only being powerful enough to wipe out an entire race.”

Os was thinking pretty hard about my answer as he said. “If Jaena created life then why would he take it away.”

“I don't know Os, I don't know.”

Opening the trap door at the top of the ladder we are binded with a bright light and a room with a heat like the sun. Once my eyes are adjusted I realize this must have been the large room we saw above us on the bridge. Its ceiling leads up higher than I can even see, with weapons and armor all around us, before the time of gun’s this armor would have been the best money could buy, all the equipment around us has a faint feeling of mana, but the most would be in the forge itself. A substance I could only call raw fire magic. In a large basin above which hung a metal shaft. There was a swirling pool of fire mana so dense even through the suit I could feel pins and needles throughout my skin. Opposite of it was two large chains and an intricate mural behind them. Os starts to cough pretty bad, with the armor he’s wearing he’ll be getting magic sickness in no time

“Os we gotta get out of here fast, if you don't want to start puking up blood for the next two weeks”

He just said okay weakly, i start to look around the room. I see a button in front of the forge, Above the long shaft of what appears to be a spear, i take out the spearhead to inspect them closer together when the shaft starts to vibrate, i can feel the spear head in my hand shake violently, i let go and it flings itself into the pit of magic. I press the button in front of me figuring no harm can be done at this point. The shaft drops into the pit as well. I can feel the mana concentrate on the spear and I no longer feel the mana on my skin. Taking this as our opportunity to leave, I check the other side of the room. I see stairs but the bottom few are broken. Enough to the point where I can lift Oswald over but I won't be able to get up myself. At the end of the stairway there is a ledge overlooking the forge and the two large chains between it, there’s a door up there I figure he can leave from. I figure that won't be locked, so I pick Os up and throw him onto the stairs.

“Ow, what'd you do that for?” I can hear it in his voice a few more minutes in here and he’d be out for about a month if not longer.

“Go through that door up there, i'll be with you as soon as i can.”

The kids scared or much better of a person then I thought “I'm not going alone sir!”

I reassured him as best as I could, “I'll live kid, just go”

he shambles his way up the stairs coughing every few steps, I start to pull on the chain closest to me. I can move it but not by much. This is the best time to use berserk. I pull the chain up and it does nothing. Using my increased strength I throw it down as hard as I can. It only moves a few links at a time but I hear gears turning. After about 30 seconds of doing this the mural start’s to split open as it appears to have been hiding a giant gate. Suddenly I hear a loud growl as if an ancient evil had awoken. A few seconds later I hear quick steps, heavy enough to move mountains. When i think it’s over i hear a howl so loud it shakes my vision, and with it the gate blasts open snapping both the chain i was holding onto and the chain opposite sending me off my feet and a few feet back, in front of me is the unmistakable yellow, rocky flesh,of a vatador. Its giant 5 eye’s stare at me with rage, it raises its two large shield-like front arms, it stands on its hind legs and lets loose one more howl with its sunken in mouth, this one declaring war.

“Watch out!” Os yells out.

Thanks for the warning I had no clue this thing was coming. I lift up my shotgun and fire off into it, The front arm’s hard as stone take very little damage as if i just shot a man with a slingshot rather than a automatic shotgun that blows through cars, the high cyclical rate of the shotgun and the large cartridge makes the recoil hard to control, my fire goes up its left leg and hits the unguarded center eye as it charges forwards. It roars in anger swinging its left leg wildly and missing me by a hair as I leap out of the way. It raises its right leg and thrusts it in the ground attempting to skewer me and instead breaking a hole through the floor, I use this to my advantage as it won't be able to move for a while. I run underneath the vatador and lift up the shotgun again and let loose this time on its softer belly. I fire the rest of the ammo belt into its stomach this time to much greater effect. It can hit me with its left arm because I'm hiding underneath its right arm trapped in the floor. Before I can finish reloading it rips its arm from the floor bringing with it many stone brick’s, the room can’t handle this fight for much longer being suspended above nothing but the water. The vatador slams its arm into me throwing me across the room and right next to my helmet cracking against the stone basin the forge no longer overflowing with mana. It takes a few steps closer before the ground collapses and with it the room that overhung the water. Luckily the vatador fell first, i see it flailing through the air, it hits a stalagmite impaling it through the chest, then the forge basin no longer glowing slam’s into its head. If it wasn't dead before it’s dead now. I hit the arm and bounced off falling into the dark below.

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💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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subspencer · 4 years ago

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the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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221bshrlocked · 3 years ago

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do you trust me?

Paring: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Words: 3708

Warning: Lots and lots and lots of touching because Din is getting a massage. Blindfold. Handjob. A sort of foot/hand fetish if you like squint...really really squint.

Summary: It's been a while since Mando came for a massage but things get heated when he asks you for a favor...

A/N: Ok so there was this one anon message I was writing a fic for yesterday when I lost the 1.5K words and it was something along the lines of "imagine Din frequenting your massage parlor and you're a masseuse" so I added a little twist to it because Shy!Din who doesn't want to cross that line until he's 1000% sure you're okay with it does something to me so here you go. I hope you enjoy it people and I'm sorry I lost your message anon. I'll reblog with the taglist later. This is not beta'd!!

You can’t help but smile when your boss comes in and tells you that one of the regulars was asking if you were available for him today. You know who she’s referring to but still tell her that he should be serviced soon since he probably doesn’t have that much time. When she tells you that he specifically asked for you, you tell her that you’ll take him up in the next slot.

It was strange to have someone like the Mandalorian come in for a massage. His people weren’t necessarily known for letting their guard down, especially in an establishment like this. But you felt a sense of pride every time he came in. Granted it was every once in a while, but you enjoyed those sessions immensely. You remember how weird and intimidating it was when he first walked into your room. You couldn’t see a single inch of his skin and you wondered why he would come into a massage parlor when he wasn’t allowed to take off his clothes. He’d quickly explained to you that it was only his helmet that he couldn’t take off. It was a little sad though because for those first few times, he only ever took off his beskar armor. You told him that you would unfortunately not be able to use any of the oils on him since he chose to keep his clothes on and he nodded in understanding.

But then something shifted in the dynamic between the two of you and over the span of a few cycles, Mando, as you liked to call him, began to strip off his layers. You never questioned him about his decisions, ensuring to follow his lead and tell him that he was very much in control of what happened in the room. But as patient as you were, you couldn’t help but feel guilty because maker, why couldn’t he just take off his clothes? It was the most mind-boggling thing you’ve ever experienced. You had adonis on your table come in every day, but just seeing his arms and his waist had your mouth watering. It was pathetic too because no matter how many times you saw him, your heart still skipped a beat when you touched him.

As you finish with your current client and prepare the room, you remind yourself to try and be on your best behavior for his sake. It took the man almost five months to finally feel comfortable enough with you and take off his shirt so you couldn’t go and destroy all of that work. When you’ve set everything up and replaced the candles, you walk out and head towards the front desk. You don’t have to glance around for too long. It’s hilarious how much he stands out next to everyone. As soon as you look at him, Mando’s posture changes and he sits up, his hands clasping his knees as he waits for you to nod at him. You ignore his rigid attitude and whisper something to your boss, smiling back when she turns to Mando and raises an eyebrow at him.

“Come on, I don’t have all day.” You call after him and watch as he stands up and struts towards you. No matter how many times you saw him walk, it’s always a little intimidating when you’re at the receiving end of such a powerful hunter.

“You could have been on your merry way Mando.” You say as you lead him through the hallways. “That’s not how I see it mesh’la.” You stop and turn around to look at him, narrowing your eyes when he almost bumps into you and mirrors your stance. “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” You think he’s looking past you when he responds and rings his fingers nervously. “You don’t have all day.” The curt comment lets you know he isn’t going to answer your question and you shake your head before you continue to walk towards your room. Before you unlock it, he clears his throat and grabs your wrist to stop you from going any further.

“I- I can come back later, if you’re already booked for today.” You’re a little surprised by his comment but you shrug your shoulders and push the door open for him. “I cleared my schedule just for you so you better not change your mind now.” He turns away from you and stares at the floor before he steps into the room and you let out a breath when he begins to take off his weapons and place them on the corner table.

As you shut the door and move towards the table with the oils and towels, you’re met with a silence like never before. Thinking that he was probably not in the mood to chat, you shut your eyes and count back from ten to calm your nerves. You could do this.

But then you turn around a couple of minute later and you almost drop the bottles of oils when you see Mando’s state of dress. He’s standing in front of the table, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, staring at you through his visor.

You can’t do this.

“Is- is this okay?” Mando asks and you clear your throat quickly before moving the oils to the massage table. “Y-yeah of course. As long as you’re comfortable. Like I said, I don’t want you to think that you have to do anything.”

“I know…I- I trust you.”

Those three words do little to calm your nerves and you look up at him as soon as the admission registers in your brain. You aren’t sure if it was normal to react this strongly to such a simple declaration but you turn away from him to give him some privacy as he hopped onto the table.

“Can I ask you something mesh’la?”

“Hmm.”

“Do- do you trust me?” His question catches you off guard yet again and you tilt your head at the odd timing of it before you nod. “Of course Mando!”

“Then can you do me a favor?” You hope he’s about to ask you what you’ve been silently craving for months but then he brings out a simple cloth and you’re confused.

“I would like to feel…relaxed, and this helmet makes it difficult to- to…I can’t take it off in front of anyone. I understand if this is too much but if you don’t mind, could you maybe-” You know what he’s asking as soon as he brings up the helmet and without missing a beat, you walk around and take it out of his hand.

“Sure, but I won’t be able to see if I’m doing something that you don’t like. I tend to read body language but this will be more difficult, so you’ll need to speak up. Deal?” You wait until he gives you his confirmation before you return to table. As soon as you see him move to lay down, you turn around and wait until he’s comfortable before you raise the blindfold to your eyes. Mando watches as you twist it tightly around your eyes before you tie it, waving his hands several times in front of you to make sure that you don’t see him.

“Ok, I can’t see anything so…um, hand me the urn with the light-yellow oil please?” You call to him and force yourself to stay quiet when he takes your hand in his and places the urn between your palms. You thank him and wait until he tells you that you can begin. As you test the temperature of the oil, you hear a soft hissing sound coming from the top of the table and you stop your movement when you hear Mando setting down the helmet on the floor.

“Just umm, let me know when I can begin yeah?”

“Go ahead mesh’la, I’m ready for you.”

It never occurred to you that he might sound different without the vocoder and you grip the urn tightly as his voice rings through your ears. It was much deeper and hoarse than you thought it would be and for a moment, you wish you could hear it as he whispers the filthiest desires across your skin. But you bite your cheek and keep yourself under control as you step forward.

“Here, let me help you.” Without warning, Mando grabs your hand and rests it on his chest, and you think that this is probably the moment where you die of sheer sexual frustration.

“Thank you,” you whisper to Mando as you bring the urn above your head and begin to slowly pour the oil across of his chest and stomach. You vaguely feel his arms moving but you say nothing and put the urn aside as you begin to spread the oil across his skin. No matter how many times you massage him, you always felt giddy touching him. He wasn’t exactly ripped per se but he was muscular enough for his job, with some softer muscles here and there.

As you dug your fingers into his skin, you hoped he wasn’t staring at you because you were sure your skin was flushing deeply the more you felt him twitch and flex beneath you. You could tell the past month or so has taken a toll on him because the more you kneaded and stretched his muscles, the louder his gasps and groans grew.

But then you passed over his nipples and you swore he was murmuring curses beneath his breath. Opting to just move on and not apologize, you dig your knuckles into his pectoral muscles and hold back from commenting on how solid they felt. As you move to his shoulder, you could tell that he really was in need of relaxing because there were too many knots in just a small area. Mando is keeping silent the entire time and you thank the maker that he was a usually a quiet guy because there was no way could survive hearing his voice for a long period of time.

Taking a deep breath, you pour some more oil on your hands before you take hold of his arm and begin to stretch it. Mando says nothing as you bend it and move your fingers across his biceps and if he flexes for you, it’s a completely unintentional reflex. When you reach his hand and push your fingers into his palm, Mando swears again, turning his full attention to you as you try to loosen his ligaments. You know you don’t need to spend that much time on his hands but you’ve always loved how much bigger and thicker they felt compared to yours. It also felt a little intimate feeling someone’s hand relaxing between yours, but you kept that bit of information to yourself, not wanting Mando to feel nervous around you.

You slowly walk around the table and apply the same attention to his chest and left arm, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way you were clenching your thighs together as you felt his fingers curl around your wrist as you massaged his forearm.

“Moving onto the legs so if there’s anything you’re not comfortable by, let me know.”

“Yeah,” you almost jump when you hear Mando’s response because…was his voice this deep earlier?

Deciding to just go for it, you twist the towel far enough until it reaches his thighs and begin to pour oil on his thick muscles. You swear he didn’t look this tall but you realize that perhaps the armor didn’t make him look big, just more intimidating. As you squeeze the flesh of his inner thighs, you hear his breathing become erratic and you stop for a second to give him a chance to say something. When he doesn’t, you return to the task at hand and try your hardest to not think of the appendage that was not too far from where you were touching him.

Fuck, this should not be turning you on this much.

You’re not sure what it is about this situation that’s making you this needy and you think that’s it’s perhaps the blindfold but you brush the thought aside immediately, knowing that your brain would not be shy from thinking of more inappropriate scenarios involving blindfolds and liquids should it wanted to.

Pretending you weren’t just daydreaming about the Mandalorian bending you over this table and fucking you into the next parsec, you move to the other side and attend to his other upper thighs. Maker, this man really as built like a hunter. Well, he was an actual hunter so-

“Where did you go?” Mando’s voice breaks you out of your haze and you take your hands off of him when you realize he may have actually been staring at you.

“S-sorry I was just- well, it’s nothing important. Never mind.” You smile embarrassingly at him before you move to his feet and spread them apart. Mando’s sudden intake of breath sends a panic down your back and you take your hands immediately off of him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! N-no, you’re…carry on.” He’s quite breathless as he speaks to you and furrow your eyebrows before you return to knead at his feet. And just like earlier, your thoughts take a turn for the worst when you notice just how large his feet were. They were much bigger than your own little hands and you think that maybe, just maybe, they might be proportional to his-

“That tickles,” Mando’s chuckle would have brought you to your knees had you been focusing on what he’s saying and you apologize before moving onto his other foot and finishing it quickly.

“Alright, turn for me Mando.” You tap his legs and wait for him to move, all the while trying to not think of him turning you around and spreading your legs to-

“Ready.” You silently curse him for always cutting off your train of thoughts but you bite your tongue and move to the other side of the table. Standing right in front of his head, you pour more oil on his back and attempt to ignore his whimpering which you were sure he wasn’t aware of. Once there is no more oil, you mirror your actions from earlier and dig you knuckles into his shoulder blades, finding the tense muscles and tendons much more difficult to relax than his front.

“Maker…you’ve been working hard haven’t you Mando?” You only get a small groan in return and you chuckle when you massage a particular spot that has him reaching out and grabbing on your legs.

“Oh…uhh please,” if it was possible to choke on air, you would have done so as soon as he moaned for you. This was not what you signed up for when you first woke up today, and you hated how much more relaxed he felt in your presence because the lower you moved down his back, the more confident his groans grew and before you knew it, he was whispering your name and speaking in his mother tongue. You weren’t sure if he was saying good or bad things, but from the way he was reacting to you, you had an idea of how he was feeling. And by the time you got to his calves, the man has pretty much melted underneath you.

As you finished up and moved away from the table so he could take his time to get up, you felt a strange haze wash over you. Something about the way he moaned your name along with expletives and maker knows what else had you wishing he could just muster up the courage to step over that line with you.

Slowly turning around, you wait until Mando begins to sit up before you speak up.

“I hope you don’t take too long before you visit again…it’s difficult to get you to loosen up when there’s so much pent-up energy.” You smile and hope he can tell that you’re joking with him, not realizing how much danger you were in just from being near him.

“It won’t help.”

You’re shocked by his response because he’s never actually insulted you before and you’re about to bite his head off when he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

“M-mando wh-”

“It’s not going to help, because I still have a lot of pent-up energy mesh’la. And you’re the one to blame.”

It’s like a zap of lightening has struck you down because as you try to free yourself from his grasp, you accidently brush something beneath the towel he has around his waist, something that was tenting the fabric and making it much harder to the touch.

“I’ve been trying to convince myself to visit you for so long sweet girl, but I stop myself from pushing in the coordinates when I remember how good it felt to have you worshipping me with your hands, your strong, soft little hands that I dream of touching me elsewhere…where I need you, crave you, fucking burn for you.” His words are laced with promises that you’ve longed to hear from him and you don’t realize that he’s waiting for you to answer until his grip tightens around your waist and he pulls you in closer.

“Mando,” you whisper to him as you lean into his neck and before he can ask you again, you slowly leave a trail of kisses across his jaw and down his jugular, not caring for how rough you’re being as you descend down his chest and leave bitemarks across the beautiful skin of his broad torso. He’s already somehow a moaning mess underneath your touch and the more you lick and kiss him, the more needy his groans become.

“Please, let me.” You plead as you raise your lips until they’re brushing against his and as Mando slowly tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss, you dip your hand beneath his towel and firmly grasp his cock. Mando is distracted for a moment and he lunges into you when he feels how your warm hand massaging his dick. Although he normally doesn’t prefer any display of emotion, he can’t hold back from moaning your name as you slowly stroke his length. You’re not surprised by his size, but you’re a little shocked by how hot he runs and as you twist your palm around the bulging tip, Mando leans into you and shoves his tongue down your throat, making sure you don’t run away from him as he slips one arm around your back and keeps you as flush to him as possible.

The room is suddenly filled with the sounds of Mando’s heavy breathing and groaning, and you smile to yourself when you remember how desperate he said he was for you. You’re glad you weren’t the only one feeling such an intense neediness and it’s your turn to gasp when you dip your hand and grab his balls. Mando’s hold on you tightens and you’re sure he’s giving you bruises but you can’t find it in yourself to care because this monolith of a hunter was falling apart just from your hand.

You break the kiss and slowly push him down so he could lay on the table again and as he follows your lead, you smile down at him before you grab the oil and pour a little more of it on his dick. He twitches at the warm material but quiets down as soon as you bring two fingers and shove him in his mouth.

“Be quiet for me baby, don’t want the other clients to think they’ll be getting this treatment too.” Mando bites down on your fingers as he nods and you try to hold back from jumping on the table and sinking down on his cock.

Fuck, it felt like it was beautiful and you hoped that you’d get to see it at some point in the near future. But you were satisfied with what you had now and as you worked him closer to his orgasm, you wished you could see his facial expressions as he surrendered to you.

You could feel him buzzing with energy on the table, and you giggled when he stretched out and grabbed your leg to bring you closer to him.

“Please…oh fuck, please I-”

“Cum for me Mando…cum for me, let me taste you on my lips baby please. You’ve been so good to me, letting me take care of you and trusting me to keep your secret. Go ahead darling, and cum for me.” He suddenly sits up on his elbows and you let go of his mouth before grabbing his balls and massaging them until he fell over the edge. As he growled his release, you couldn’t hold back anymore and leaned down, taking as much of him in your mouth as possible as you sucked on him and tasted his seed. There was so much that you swallowed and you marveled at how much he still had as you continued to milk him dry. When he finally finished and fell to his back, you stroked him softly a few times before licking across his navel to clean him up.

As you stood next to him, you felt a little shy at what was to come. But Mando seemed to see you overthinking because he didn’t waste another minute, sitting up quickly and pulling you in his arms. You stood in between his legs and smiled when he leaned down and began to kiss across your eyes.

“You…you’ve been so good to me mesh’la.” He whispers hoarsely as he nips at your shoulder and you giggle when his scruff begins to tickle your skin.

“So have you.” Mando sighs heavily at your confession and you repeat it one more time so he could believe that you were telling the truth.

“I- I think I’ll start coming more often. You know, so the muscles aren’t too knotted like you said.”

“Hmm, is that all you’ll come for Mando?” You smile when he pecks your lips and brushes your hair aside.

“No sweet girl, I’ll be coming for you too. More than you think.”

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captains-simp · 4 years ago

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Natasha Romanoff ~ Pain

Natasha Romanoff X fem!Reader Smut

Word count: 2,873

Includes: bondage, blindfold, masturbation, spanking, gagging, praise, fingering, edging, strap on, knife play (minor injury), overstimulation and oral

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Even with your sense heightened you couldn't hear a sound except your own shallow breathing. The blindold covering your eyes had left you to rely on your hearing while all you could see was darkness.

Having said that, your sense of touch seemed to have been sharpened, but that may have been down to having no clothes on. Natasha had pulled them all off you what seemed like centuries ago, leaving your skin hopeful to feel her touch.

Your wrists were beginning to sore from the tight rope holding them together above your head. They were secured to the metal bars at the top of the bed and ensured restricted movements from your hands.

Your ankles had a similar fate and were tied down to each of the bedposts, leaving your legs spread wide open for your girlfriend.

You lay on your stomach with your ass in the air and your head to the side, leaving the silky sheets against your cheek. Your girlfriend knew you felt vulnerable in such a position, something that was definetly a turn on, yet had never left you alone in that state before.

You could only imagine the teasing Natasha had planned for you. She knew all of your kinks, as you did hers, and she was more than willing to try most of them. But there was one she had been promising to do for so long you had come to assume it would never happen.

You were interrupted from your thoughts when you finally heard your girlfriend enter the room. The sound of her footsteps was followed by a mocking chuckle that always left you wet and wanti

"Look at my little whore, all tired up and helpless. Ready to be fucked" She spoke in her dominant tone darkly. You could only whimper in response.

"Please." You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You could hear her footsteps coming closer to the bed before you felt the shift in weight distribution on the mattress.

You could hear her placing multiple objects down onto the bed and your mind wondered with all the possibilities of what those objects were.

You felt your dominant girlfriend straddle your waist and her bare skin against your own, sending electric sparls throughout your body.

Her slim fingers stroked the centre of your neck so lightly if you hadn't known it was her you would have assumed it was a feather.

The slight touch from her fingertips wandered in a straight line up your neck, jaw and chin. She held it lightly in her hand, her fingertips below your jaw and her thumb a centimetre below your bottom lip.

You knew she was prolonging the feeling of you shaking in anticipation beneath her.

Her thumb stroked the area and you responded by parting your lips for her more. You thought she would slip her thumb or fingers inside, as she had done countless times before, but instead she whipped off the blidfold.

Despite this newfound vision, Natasha was still out of your line of sight. Your disapintment was short lived when she gracefully got off your back and sat down in the chair facing you.

The last time you had seen the beauty she was fully clothed. But in that moment she displayed to you her red lingerie that clung to her body perfectly. It highlighted her curves and made your imagination run wild.

The lace bra and panties displayed about as much as they hid and you felt your arousal grow as your eyes wondered over the matching lacy suspender belt and stockings.

You wanted nothing more than to please her and have her moaning your name, but she had other plans.

"Like what you see?" She smirked as she spread her legs to show you just how thin the fabric was and how little it hid the outline of her pussy lips.

She leaned towards you as she captured her bottom lip between her teeth, maintaining her lustful stare. She placed two fingers on your lips and you instantly opened your mouth for her to slip them in this time.

You sucked on them as you stared back at her and swiped your tongue over the length of her slender fingers. She smirked at your eagerness as she pulled her fingers away and resumed her previous position in the chair.

You licked your own lips at the sight and saw Natasha's had wander teasingly across her stockings, thighs and then the wasitband of her panties, her fingers still glistening.

She didn't hesitate to rub the outline of her pussy through her panties, a sight that made your own pussy clench.

You heard her gasp out when she pressed down on her clit and once she brought her hand away you saw the wet patch she had made on her panties.

"Natasha..." you whined, wanting to touch her.

"No begging, or there will be consequences." She ordered again, breathlessly this time as she continued to stare me down. You nodded your head quickly before your gaze dropped back to those panties that deprived you of the full view.

Natasha's fingers slipped elegantly beneath the red fabric and disappeared into her wet folds. You could hear her moan softly as she started to pump two fingers inside herself at a steady pace.

Her other hand reached up to grap her left breast while she continued to finger herself infront of you. You so desperetly wanted to call out to her. To beg her to let you touch her, any way she wanted. But I knew you wouldn't be successful.

Natasha's pace increased as her moans grew louder and her thigh muscles clenched. You could tell she was close and without considering the consequences you called out to her.

"Tasha, please! Let me touch you." You whined and tried to squirm in your position. Your girlfriend's eyes darkened as a result yet she didn't stop.

You watched in awe as she came on her fingers while her head tilted back in bliss. It didn't take long for her to come down from her high and stand from the chair, her legs only slightly shaky.

"I warned you." Natasha spoke lowly as she moved around to the end of the bed. Part of you expected there to be some kind of warning for what followed, the rest of me knew better.

Natasha brought her hand down fast across your ass and you gave a cry of surprise and pain from the sudden feeling. You would have lurched forward if you weren't so tightly held down, but the restricted movements caused you to experience the pain more than you normally would.

"Quiet." Natasha ordered again. You bit your lip hard to supress any noises you would make.

However, this proved futile as the next time Natasha spanked you you moaned into the bed sheets, the sound definetly loud enough for your sadistic girlfriend to hear.

"Alright then, if you insist on keeping that slutty mouth of yours open..." Natasha didn't bother to fnish her sentence, knowing actions spoke louder than words.

She pulled my blindfold back down over your eyes before quickly spanking you again. This time when you opened your mouth to moan your girlfriend forced a breathable ball gag into your mouth and fastened it at the back of your head.

"Open one of your hands if you want me to stop. I won't be mad." She said gently into your ear, making you smile.

How your girlfriend was able to shift attitudes so drastically in a short space of time always baffled you, but your heart melted whenever she showed her caring side. Everytime you had been gagged she said the same thing.

You nodded and kept your hands in closed fists, hearing a chuckle from her in repsonse.

"Good girl." She hummed, returning to her dominant side. Before you could even respond to her praise you felt another harsh smack to your ass that had you crying out into the gag. You even tried to speak into the gag to beg her to touch you, but your pleading was inaudible, something Natasha evidently found amusing.

She spanked you more until you completly lost count due to only being able to think about the intense stinging feeling across your skin, imagining just how red your skin was and knowing Natasha would apply some cream to that when she was done.

Tears streamed down your face and you whimpered from every little thing you felt. The sensitivity of your skin was making you crazy and completly at your girlfriend's control.

You breathed heavily as you rested your head against the bed sheets and was vaguely aware of Natasha's fingers running across your broken skin. The somewhat soothing gesture didn't last long as her fingers soon dropped down to your soaking core.

"You're so wet, y/n." She husked as her fingers glided over your folds, gathering your juices on her fingers.

You whimpered in response to her words and only wished you could move yourself back onto her fingers.

As if she could hear your thoughts, Natasha slipped a single finger into your folds and pushed it entirely inside you. You moaned softly at the single digit, instantly craving more.

"I'm barely touching you are you're already so responsive." She mocked and moved the single finger in at an agonizingly slow pace, you groaned in protest but your girlfriend only snickered in response to your whining.

She kept this up for a couple minutes and just as you were about to huff out in frustration you felt her withdraw and pump 3 fingers into you at a sudden, overwhelming rate.

You moaned and gasped out into the gag as you felt her fingers fuck you at a rough and hard pace.

You so desperetly wanted to ride her fingers but could only strain your thigh muscles against the ropes. You kept your head firmly against the sheets and hands enclosed in tight fists as though you were protecting something sacred in the palm of your hand.

You could feel the heat rising throughout your body and the pleasure building as Natasha mercilessly thrusted her fingers into your soaked pussy that clenched around her perfectly.

Just as you thought you were about to experience an earth shattereing orgasm, Natasha's fingers abruptly pulled out.

You whimpered and whined into the gag in protest and could hear your girlfriend chuckle at your struggles and pathetic attempt to prolong the pleasure.

You could hear her suck on her fingers as the weight shifted on the bed until Natasha was gone, leaving only the sound of her moving.

Once she was back on the bed she leant over to whisper into your ear while you felt the familiar silicone brush your folds.

"I'll say this once: cum without permission and you will be punished." As she said those words you felt a cool piece of metal glide across your skin. Under the blindfold your eyes widened as I realised what Natasha was holding.

The knife, sharpened to perfection, pressed threateningly against your vulnerable skin. You could guess it was about a six inch blade and imagined it glistening in the light in an angelic manner.

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, yearning to feel it press against you to the point where it tears at your fragile skin.

Natasha placed the strap in line with your entrance and pushed the tip forward for your pussy lips to envelope.

As you clenched around the small amount inside you, you were caught off guard by Natasha pushing the rest of it inside you in one hard thrust.

You cried out into the gag, not being able to adjust to the size before your girlfriend pulled out and slammed the toy back into you. You moaned loudly at the ache the strap caused and dug your nails into the palms of your hands.

Natasha continued to pound the strap into your pussy as you moaned and whimpered in time with her deep, hard strokes.

While one hand held the knife against your stomach, the other grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked it so your head was thrown back.

All of this combined with Natasha mercillessly slamming the strap on into you over and over made your pussy start to clench around the toy.

You tried to communicate with her that you were about to cum, but of course she didn't care.

Your whole body tensed up and your breathing became increasingly ragged until you clenched around the toy again and came hard on it. You moaned and gasped out into the gag, almost forgetting about the knife pressed against you.

You were reminded of it when you felt a sudden, fast jolt from the knife that slashed across you. You cried out and felt your arousal grow again despite the now slow pace of Natasha moving the strap.

Your stomach felt as though it had been burnt and the red hot sting continued to stay. Natasha dropped her hand that was holding your hair and swipped her finger across the cut and hummed in delight.

You kept your fists tightly closed and wondered if you had drawn blood yourself from how deep your nails were into your own flesh.

"You're doing so good for me." Natasha whispered softly into your ear and started to pick up the pace again.

This time, you were already adjusted to the size of the strap and took it without the feeling of it stretching you slightly.

Natasha's hips moved at a faster rate and every time she filled you up completelt you felt her press against your ass. The knife remained firmly in her hand and on a new area of your stomach, ready to strike the unmarked skin.

Your body trembled from the stimulation to your pussy that made you shake slightly in support of the ropes still binding you down.

You moaned into the gag again as you felt the familiar tug in your lower stomach come back.

You could feel Natasha's grip on the knife tighten as your legs tensed up again and your back arched as much as it could as you came a second time, even more exhausted than the last.

With the orgasm came another cut across your skin, longer and deeper this time. You whimpered into the gag, wishing you could see the marks your girlfriend had made.

Natasha didn't halter her rhythm this time and seemed to instead take her fucking with a new vigour. This time when she thrust the strap on into you you could feel your cum soaking the strap as it pumped into your equally wet pussy, the combination of which was extremely audible and made you gush with wetness even more.

"You wanna cum again, huh? I can hear how wet and desperate you are for me, whore." You moaned in response as your whole body shuddered again, your increasing sensitivity making you all the more vulnerable.

When you came for the third time and felt the sharp blade slice once more, you were so out of breath you needed the gag removed to help you breathe. You opened your hand and felt Natasha instantly stop her movements and pulled out.

"It's okay, you did so good for me." She cooed as she removed your blindfold and gag.

"I'm okay..." You huffed, trying to catch your breath. "I can do...one more." You gasped and felt Natasha untie all the ropes.

"One more? Hmm okay." She flipped you gently onto your back and positioned herself between your legs.

You gazed down in awe at the three cuts across your stomach. They weren't serious and you doubted they would need stitches, yet the bright red blood slowly escaping from the wounds, one of which even trickling down yourside, lit your core on fire.

Your girlfriend grinned knowingly at you as she flicked her tongue against your swollen clit. You gasped out at the sensitivity and rested your head back against the pillow and clossed your eyes in bliss.

Natasha's tongue swiped around your folds, collecting the cum that had spilled out a little prior, befor plunging her tongue inside you.

You moaned out from the sensitivity and gripped her hair for support, encouraging her to tongue fuck you faster.

Her tongue swiped around inside of you perfectly, as though it was the last time she would taste you and wanted to memorize every inch of your core.

The overstimulation meant it didn't take long for your walls to clench around her tongue, pushing it out and leading Natasha to sucking on your clit in response.

"Tasha!" You gasped out as you came hard on your girlfriend's tongue. She licked up every single drop of your cum before leaning up to kiss you.

You kissed her back and tasted yourself on her lips, smiling to yourself at that fact. She pulled back and fell down beside you, looking at you lovingly.

"That was..." She trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Wow-factor." You grinned.

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