#I NEED TO SINK MY TEETH INTO FLESH im so normal. im so normal. im so normal
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hinderr · 1 year ago
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Rage and hatred (went on the moff gideon tag on tumblr and theres only Me theres only My Fucking Posts on there)
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selfshippinglover · 8 months ago
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Looking at pictures of demon Alastor got me acting UP
(Horny in the tags so ignore just needed to scream lol)
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overtail · 7 months ago
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Anything - Zuko x Reader
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IMPORTANT: I wanna apologize for all of the requests I haven't been able to complete due to writers block. Im literally only writing this to get motivated, I'm so sorry gang
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.☘︎ ݁˖ anything - adrienne lenker (a song based one-shot)
playlist I listened to while writing this ~
Summary: The tranquil summer afternoon, a brief but blissful time, when he journeyed up the hill to witness the sight of her. Zuko harboured a secret yearning for those precious moments from the past, when her mere presence warmed his cold heart.
Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, a tad wee bit of angst
Info: Takes place before the agni kai and after the defeat of Ozai, a female intended reader, no use of (y/n), and I skipped some lyrics cause it didnt apply..........
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'Staring down the barrel of the hot sun
Shining with the sheen of a shotgun
Carol has a little if we need some
Joyous rays, we wanna come'
The young prince felt the sweat of the summer trickle down his loosely robed back. He wiped his forehead with his bare, pale arm, beads of salty sweat sinking into the thin brows sat upon his face.
It was mid afternoon, presumably around 12:34. Zuko usually abandoned his duties of summer schoolwork around this time every Thursday, taking his long awaited treck up the hill not too far from the palace.
As mid-summer crept up, Zuko decided to wear less moisture-inducing clothing. His uncle Iroh offered him some old shorts of Lu Ten's, though they were a tad bit too small for the prince's frame. Zuko was big for his age - 10 - around 4'10 and skinny limbs. He remembered when his mother used to call him her 'little foal'. At the time, he hated the nickname. It made him feel clumsy, ridiculous, and insecure about his skinny limbs. But now as he looked back, he cherished every little detail, every memory, every signal of his mother.
Zuko liked the sounds of wood pigeons. Many of them occupied this grassy region of the fire nation. It held a feeling of calm nostalgia, like he was just a little boy once again, playing around in the gardens with his mama, teasing Azula and her friends.
As he neared the top of the hill, he heard the soft 'coo-coo' of a wood pigeon. He glanced up at a nearby tree, trying to see if he could spot the small brown winged creature. Before he could correctly inspect the tree, he was knocked to the ground.
Zuko glanced up, smiling as her toothy grin filled his sight. Her hair messily fell over both of them, all frizzy and crazy.
She yelled his name in glee, holding Zuko tight in her small arms. Zuko smiled back, patting her backside with a gentle hand.
'Hanging your jeans with a clothes pin
Skin still wet, still on my skin
Mango in your mouth, juice dripping
Shoulder of your shirtsleeve slipping'
The two sat on a ruffled blanket, watching as the breeze ruffled up the hair-like leaves of the willow trees in the distance. Her bare toes messily poked the dirt, tracing small figures and images in the grass in front of him.
Zuko watched as she chewed on the flesh of a mango, humming a soft fire-nation tune as she watched the hustle and bustle of nature below. A few droplets of the juice fell onto her lap, seeping into the dark red fabric of her skirt. She didn't seem to mind. Her stature and way of livelihood was much different compared to the strict life of a fire nation prince. It was a calming pace compared to his life back home - and maybe that was why he loved hanging out with her.
Her hair was loosely tied in two ponytails, which was obviously put up by her own hands. One was bigger than the other, mostly because half of the right ponytail was falling out and the hair was resting on her shoulder. Her haircut was choppy, and Zuko could see the gap between her two front teeth as she sucked on the fruit.
Everything about her seems so human, so carefree. Every single waking moment Zuko spent with her made him feel like a normal child.
The two spoke about ridiculous things, like how she saw a woman and her husband fighting in the middle of the nation's plaza. She told him about what the wife was wearing, how she pointed at her husband, how her husband was balding in some areas.
Her little stories helped Zuko get a glimpse of the outside world.
'Grocery store list, now you get this
Brunch, had calls and messages
I don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy
I just wanna be a part of your family'
Her eyes widened as a glimpse of remembrance filled her big, child-like eyes. She reached up, grabbing the mango out of her mouth and placing it on the blanket beneath her. Zuko chewed on his lip as the juices of the fruit rolled down the side of it.
She reached into her back pocket, shifting slightly so she could fully reach into it. As she pulled it out, it was a haphazardly folded piece of paper. Some of the corners were crumpled and ripped off, and Zuko saw crayon peeking out of one of the sides that were folded inwards.
Zuko asked what the paper was for, but only got a chest full of paper. She giggled, smiling as she awaited for Zuko to look at the note.
He unfolded the paper, looking at what was hidden inside. A small doodle of a red stickman with a crown and a smaller one of a girl (which was obvious from the triangle dress) next to him. In messy handwriting, there was text that said 'Yu as firlord' pointing to the man.
Zuko looked up with a smile, his cheeks chubby and full. He felt overjoyed seeing this, especially since he lost sense of his worth. Zuko assumed the girl was her, and she also had a crown on.
'And I don't wanna talk about anything
I don't wanna talk about anything
I wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again
Wanna witness your eyes looking'
The moonlight crept over the lip of the hill, illuminating the dew-covered grass blades around her and Zuko. Her head rested on his lap, and Zuko's hand supported his weight while he leaned on his arm.
Zuko had mentioned that he would be going to one of his father's war meetings tomorrow for the first time. He was overjoyed, all the while she wasn't very strong on the idea. She was on the left side of the war. Even though she was Fire Nation, she wasn't proud of her nation's actions.
The two spoke about the upcoming future, what Zuko's 14th birthday would be like. It was over 8 months away, but being a kid meant that day was everything. Everything.
His fingers tangled in the messy length of her hair. Her mother refused to let her cut it ever since she messed it up. 3 years later, it almost reached her back.
Zuko didn't know what was between them. 13 was a weird age, especially when your best friend is a pretty girl. She wasn't 'perfect pretty'. She was reckless, unladylike, clumsy and didn't care what she looked like, but maybe that's why Zuko admired her so much.
The two had shared a kiss. Just one. It was a singular peck on the lips, and it was only because the two wanted to know what it felt like. The boys at school didn't like her, and she was the only girl Zuko knew besides Azula.
Zuko wasn't aware what would awaken between them. It was gradual, but he started to become nervous around her. Simple things they always did like hugs, cuddling, and her laying on his lap like this soon felt like there was a secret incentive under every little detail and action. Zuko felt as if he was suffocating under his own mushed up emotions.
Though, behind all of the nervous glances and red tinted cheeks, Zuko never wanted to be away from her. Despite the new feeling, everything else felt the same. Everything felt like they were little again. Like they were still human.
'I don't wanna talk about anyone
I don't wanna talk about anyone
I wanna sleep in your car while you're driving
Lay on your lap whеn I'm crying'
Zuko watched the crowd on the beaches of the fire nation get farther and farther away as the boat slowly drifted from shore. The wind whipped his pale skin, red marks from the lack of warm temperature forming on his cheeks. Half of his sight was blocked by the bandage on his eye, making Zuko feel blind and vulnerable.
He felt as if he was ripped apart, all of the good things in his life dripped out of his wounds and seeping into the floor beneath. He couldn't cry. He couldn't feel. The world around him felt numb.
In the midst of his sulking, he hadn't even thought about her.
Zuko heard a screaming from the deck, bringing him back to reality. He glanced down to the land he just left, his eyes drifting over to the commotion below. Two guards struggled to hold back a screaming girl, her body tempted to jump into the cold ocean and swim over to Zuko. He realized who it was when she screamed for the guards to let her come with.
Her hair had come undone, falling in front of her tear-filled eyes. Her face was red from all the effort she put into trying to escape from the grasp of the soldiers. Snot ran down her nose as she sobbed, choking on the sound of her own tears.
Zuko wanted to tell the captain to stop, to turn around and bring her with, but he knew it was for the best. There were to be no distractions. His mind had to be set on capturing the Avatar, and restoring his honor.
Whenever he was with her, he felt alive. He felt human. Zuko always thought that feeling was good, not having to be a perfect robot constantly. Now as he watched the girl he once admired scream and cry just to see him one last time, he finally wished neither him or her felt human.
'Circle of pine and riddle
Circlе of moss and fire smoke
Fan on the ceiling like a wheel spoke
Push the clutch in and I pull the choke'
Three years, three long years thrown over the cliff and into the gaping hole of Zuko's tragedy.
Finally, finally, he found the Avatar. He found his meaning, he found the key to the lock that was his father's trust, his honor. Even with the determination of a thousand guards, he let the opportunity slip from his thin fingertips.
Zuko trashed his bedroom, throwing books to the ground and Knocking dressers over. A low growl echoed from his throat, followed by the choking of sobs. He didn't know how to feel, so these sudden emotions were so frightening.
The urge to stake his skin off, to scream and cry like a child, was all too much for him.
Zuko reached into his desk, grabbing loose papers and notebooks as he threw them to the floor. He cursed under his breath, biting at him bottom lip.
As he trashed every item in his desk drawer, he crumpled up another paper, throwing it onto the floor behind him. Though, before he did, he saw a glimpse of what was on the paper.
Zuko stopped his tantrum, turning to look at the paper. He saw red crayon.
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arminsumi · 1 year ago
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hm.. shy vampire armin who’s scared to admit that he’s a vampire to you. when he finally does, you obviously have millions of questions! one of them being about sucking blood 👀 - let’s just say he’s not so shy after he gets a taste of your sweet blood
IM SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE IT LONG SISBIWS IM SORRY JAYYY
DRINK ME
↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader
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Note : V-VAMPIRE ARMIN?! you needn't apologize when u have blessed my inbox with vampmin 🧛‍♂️❤️ i used to be obsessed w the idea of vampire armin n even made a vampy ver. of him and me in the sims lol it was a whole jay era no one saw. anyways i think i deviated a bit pls forgive i was in a vampy daze 😵‍💫 and p.s. the length of ur req is all good!! no worries 👍
Warnings : vampirism, 🔞 suggestive/smutty content : mdni/mdnr, blood, blood drinking, possessiveness, marking, biting, it's a lil goofy i'm ngl
🍒 More from Jay : Armin works
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He bows his head in shame, avoiding your gaze after telling you the truth one night, while the two of you were cooped up in your dorm rooms like two very normal students. Er... well, one normal student now.
"Min... that's..." you begin, too surprised for words.
"... I'm so sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I just couldn't bear lying to you anymore. Do you... hate me for it?" he asks sheepishly.
"Not at all. I'm just surprised... kinda into it..."
"WHAT." he widens his eyes.
"Nothing." you backtrack, giggling nervously. "I didn't say that. You didn't hear that."
"Nahhh..." he looks at you with an intense gaze. "You definitely just said that... what, do you, like... have a kink for vampirism?" he jokes but your sheepish smile tells him he's right.
His heart pangs.
"Wow... that's freaky." he giggles.
Ooh... his fangy teeth are so subtle, so cute. Lil' chompers craving nothing more than to sink into your warm flesh.
"Sorry..."
"... don't be." he creeps closer to you. "It's cute... but... don't tempt me. Or I'll bite you. Joking... of course."
"Min... I'd let you bite me."
"What... 😳"
"... not to turn me! Just... for a snack."
"... a snack...? Angel, I can barely control myself when you have a tiny cut on your finger, I think I'd lose it if you let me suck your blood. It would be too sweet..."
He'd get a sugar rush, for sure, from gulping down your saccharine blood.
"I wouldn't mind. I lov— I uh... I'll offer it to you anyways. Um... incase you ever want to."
Well now he's looking desirously at your neck, struggling to maintain eye contact. He was so taken aback by you forwardly permitting him to take a sip of you.
He stares at you silently for a moment.
"Uh... would it hurt...?" you ask.
He drops his tone into a serious, concerned voice.
"Yeah... it would hurt quite a bit..." he informs you, "And it takes a while for the mark to heal... but if you're o-okay with... me having just a taste..."
"I am..." you say, "Mmm... weird question, but is it possible for you to drink all my blood in one go?" you suddenly ask, curious.
He chuckles a little, "Um, considering there's like... about five liters of blood in your body... no, I couldn't drink it all in one go." he lightens the darkening atmosphere with a joke, "It'd give me a major tummy ache."
"So... how much would you drink from me right now, to replenish yourself?" you inquire further, pawing closer to him.
He gulps, enticed by your scent.
"Probably a glass' worth...? That's typical." he looks away, too shy to say more. The thought of drinking a glass of your blood felt like asking for too much. "More than a glass would just be greedy..."
"Would it get messy and ugly?"
"Nah... I pride myself on being a clean eater." he winks, endeared by your giggly reactions to his subtle flirting.
It's bizarre to Armin; he expected you to be repulsed by his vampirism. But you're not. You're still flirting as hard as you did before he told you tonight.
"Armin... drink from me." you say seriously, seeing how he was holding his hands behind his back so tight when really he just needed to give into his raw desire.
"Uh—" he gulps as if his mouth is watering, "Are you sure you know what you're offering me?"
"Yes." you say more serious than ever. "Drink me."
Did you intend for that last part to sound so seductive? He can't tell.
He looks at you with eyes blown open, and bats his lashes in disbelief.
Then a a few moments later... he's pinning you to the bed and slotting his slender leg between your thighs.
His lips graze your neck, he kisses it... licks it... takes his time with it. You ask a bit more, breath staggering at his feverish licking.
"Do you always lick this much?"
"Mhm..."
"Why?"
"It's um... like a taste test..."
You feel your cheeks and chest warm up. "Oh... I see."
It's a minute later and he's sloppily making out with the area he intends to bite and drink from, while you happily allow him and run your fingers through his tawny blond hair.
"A–angel... your neck is so..." he swallows his drool, "so pretty... I'll be as gentle as p-possible... promise..."
"You don't have to be..."
"... really?" he asks breathlessly.
"Mhm."
He anyways encourages you to hold his hand and squeeze it if it's too much pain. "I'll stop if you tell me to... I have good discipline, I swear."
When his fangs fully come out, he slowly grazes their sharp point across your skin and gives testing pokes across the sweet curve of your neck. He exposes your neck more, pinning your shoulder with his hand.
One small gasp escapes you as he sinks just a tiny bit of his fangs in. He's trying his best to make it a smooth and clean incision. He's good and disciplined, he reminds himself, he can't just tear into you like you're nothing but a blood filled sac.
"Ah...!" you hiss in pain. It hurts way more than you anticipated, two sharp fangs pricking into your skin.
The way he sucks your blood out feels... sensual. Romantic. Like it's intimate... because it is. How many vampires does he know of that suck necks? It's the most erotic place to suck. It's an unspoken rule in his world to avoid the neck... because it's such an erogenous zone. Usually only lovers poke their fangs there...
Simply said? Armin sucked blood from your neck just to slyly turn you on. Because he had the hots for you. The cute human who wormed into his sexual fantasies.
"Mmm!" you squeal softly for him.
"Mmm..." he groans back, sinking his fangs as deep as they can go, spiraling into pleasure as his lips press flesh against your skin and squish flat.
"Min..." you moan, and now he knows he's got you.
Some blood dribbles down your chest and forms rivulets down his chin. He pulls his fangs out and licks at the wound lustfully, eyes lidded and breath heavy.
"F-fuck..." he curses, feeling himself getting a bit too excited after that intimate moment.
He's quietly patting himself on the back for not losing control even though the taste of your blood made him dizzy.
He inhales deeply to stabilize himself. Then he checks on you, caring eyes peering into your soul.
"Are you okay?" he asks, voice deep and low.
"Y-yeah..." you nod.
"It stings a bit, right?" he asks with a slight glint of sadism in his eyes.
You nod, "Not too much..."
He smiles at you, fangs cutely poking udner his upper lip and peaking out a bit.
"Good... don't wanna hurt my sweet Y/n."
Oops... did he just get a little possessive? Mhm yeah he did. And you don't realize it, but he made sure is fangs sunk deep enough to leave a longlasting territorial mark... he had to let the world know you were claimed as his little human possession.
"Min... you okay? You zoned out." you laugh.
An hour has passed. He cleaned up all the blood and now laid snuggling with you in bed. For the first time, he was spooning you; a small show of dominance that he never showed before biting you up.
"Yeah... just a bit dazed."
"In a bad way?" you ask.
"No. I just get dazed after drinking sweet wine." he says.
"Hm...? Is that so? Dazed and dizzy 'cause of me?"
He smirked, eyes admiring your bite marks in the dim moonlight. He thumbs the skin around them.
"Yeah... dazed and dizzy for you..." he says slowly, voice washed with drowsiness.
He clutches you tight and sleeps.
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venusandsaturnsrings · 2 years ago
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Thinking about the drugging and the cannibalism 😌 imagine incel!childe drugging you and you wake up super groggy to him eating you on a dark web livestream
sorry everyone else in my inbox alto comes first no matter what!! i have Very Bad Thoughts involving this stuff so im putting it btc cause i know a lot of people aren't here for and don't like g0re and adjacent things... please GOD no one read this if your not okay with such topics this is much more intense than anything ive put out here before!!!
but yeah. i think this would happen outside of the main au because... main au simply isn't as intense as this. i, however, go feral over this type of shit.
he's got a foot in the door in terms of dark web illegal shit since he's been there countless times. not like there's anywhere else for him to jerk off to people dying in real time... his knowledge of computer related things makes sure he can keep himself safe while watching other peoples rights and life be stripped away from him. its mainly a power thing for him. hence why he has all those other violent tendencies. blood, guts, and all makes his vision go hazy and dick get hard.
and then there's you. so perfect, so sweet, and you would just look better across a table all bloody and cut open. it makes his mouth water. he does try his best to pursue a normal relationship but it just doesn't seem to work... you don't like him. and it shatters both his brain and heart to pieces. he flounders around in the world briefly because he just knows he needs you. then he realizes. he knows one good way to keep the two of you together.
preparations are easy. he's seen plenty of this stuff before and decides to forgo numerous steps since he loves it messy. easiest route for him is to follow you to a party, wait for you to get drunk, slips something in to enhance it (think another depressor like benzos ik he has a supply of those), and chloroforms you as you stumble home. you can't even begin to fight him and he's thankful. having someone stop him now would just ruin all the time he's spent getting to this point. it would ruin his fun.
you're tied up and strapped down naked when you come to. your eyes can't focus on anything but you hear the sound of cutlery and ripping. rolling your head around you first spot the camera. the light signaling you’re being recorded is blinking. on. off. on. off. you begin to panic and roll your head the other direction. Ajax. why is he here? your eyes focus. he's covered in blood and grinning ear to ear. there's blood smeared all over his face, in his teeth, in his hair, on his arms and chest... its everywhere. he appears to be waiting for something. then you feel the pain. he laughs. awkwardly, you crane your neck down to see the chunks taken out of your thighs and the way your whole abdomen seems to be split open; your intestines are slithering out. you want to throw up but you can't move anymore. the cutlery continues and the knife is brought to your hip. he gently runs it over the fat and muscle teasingly before sinking it in. the same ripping sound as before is heard and your head falls back. your vision gets spotty and childe rises to lean over you before shoving another chunk of your flesh in his mouth.
"we'll be together forever" <3
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luvsicksubs · 4 years ago
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mercy - levi ackerman
cw: sub!levi, femdom!reader, dacryphilia, spitting, unprotected sex, edging + overstimulation (m. recieving), oral (m. recieving), degradation, a little bit of aftercare, riding, restraints, levi calls you miss 
wc: 2.7k 
a/n: im literally in love with him goodbye everyone. 
Retribution is normally in your bedroom.
A habitual creature at heart and core leaves him stumbling to your quarters in the middle of the night. It’s late - when the rest of his soldiers have fallen into a deep sleep and the entire hallway echoes when he steps. A single flickering candle rests in his palm but he could make it to your bedroom with his eyes closed.
A heavy sigh falls from his lips as he makes it to your door. His heart is hammering in his chest, hand trembling as he closes his palm into a fist and knocks. Always three times, precisely before he waits, taking a sharp inhale to ease the nerves he attempts to push aside. His eyes flutter when he hears you undo the heavy lock on your chamber doors, pushing it open with a faux surprise when you see Levi.
His skin is warm. He’s sure it’s unlikely that his expression is a proper match for how he feels, eyebrows stitched together fitfully. Still, you don’t falter. You greet him with an exceptionally warm smile, eyes full of mirth. He knows you’re not surprised, but you make a game of playing pretend. Levi is half-way between a scowl when he looks at you, never mind his pounding heart.
“Oh? Captain - what are you doing here so late?,” you ask, bemused. Levi considers temporarily turning on his heel and leaving. His frown deepens but it doesn’t seem to discourage your antics and Levi figures that you’ve never really been deterred by him anyways.
You smile wistfully, challenging - damn, you’re going to make him say it aren’t you? Levi misses you too urgently to come up with anything half-way solid and sarcastic. Even his pride, normally stubborn, proves to be wholly worthless today.It’s always that way with you. 
“To see you,” he replies, scrunching his brow together. You take the candle from his hand, noting the way the wax drips down the sides as you place it on the wooden desk in your study. With the lights dim down like this it makes it hard to see, but your hands are familiar. The brush against the shaved sides of Levis hair as you cradle his face in your palm.
“To see me? Aren’t I awful lucky?,” you quip. Your thumb smooths along his cheek bone, and even in the darkness of the hallway - Levi can see light in your eyes. You make everything feel easy and in turn make Levi frustrated. He couldn’t explain it himself. Rather, he places a soft hand on your wrist and closes the gap between you. He can taste your amusement on your lips, the small noise of surprise when he kisses you. Something akin to need flares up in his chest.
He’s just as surprise as you are when he pulls away, inevitably. Your smile is stretched so wide your cheeks sting as Levi sighs.
“Would you let me in already?,”
You grin, stepping aside and letting Levi into your bedroom before locking the door. For all the things Levi is capable of, subtlety isn’t one. He sits on the corner of your bed with his arms  folded in his lap - eyes heavy on your figure. You smile at him.
“Something you want, Captain?,” you hum. Levi says something in his head, a furious blush creeping down his neck as he watches you approach him. Like a cat, or a viper - more like. He spreads his legs for you place your knee between them. You curl your knuckle and drag it along his sharp jawbone, stopping underneath his chin before tilting his expression up towards you. Levi breathes a sigh of relief. 
Levi has never understood religion at its core. The only religion Levi Ackerman has ever understood had been full to the brim with corruption.  
Yet, when Levi is at your waist with his eyes held high, you are something of a deity. A religious altar. There is relief in your all-knowing stature, endless wisdom of all Levis sins. Levi has nothing to hide from you, your gentle prying eyes and loving gaze. Between your legs is an appropriate place of worship. He stares at you, brow hardened until your thumb brushes his lips and he opens his mouth. You smile when he takes you in, tongue soft against the pad of your thumb - there’s something like approval swimming in the sharpness of your expression. 
For Levi, your touch is indeed dominion. An unworthy worshiper who’s  to please the lord that reigns above him, protects him from whatever evil, and loves him wholly. If that is what God is meant to be, then Levi can understand it. 
Dominion. Divinity. God. You. These things are all the same to Levi. Truth awaits him in your quarters, with your dress pants tugged past your thighs and your leg hiked over the bed. The first step to retribution is honesty, Levi figures. 
The words are still hard to get out, but you’re patient. Your thumb presses down on the tip of his tongue, eye brows quirked. Amused. 
“Well? What is it, boy? Is there something you’d like to do?,” 
Your knee presses against the stiff outline in his pants. A choked gasp leaves his mouth, eyes fluttering closed as he nods. 
“Yes,” 
“What would that be?,” 
Levi chokes as he feels your knee lift up, grind against the cloth. The contact is so barely there but his body is attuned to your touch. He’s half-hard, gritting his teeth. His forehead falls to your mid-section, brows furrowed as he gasps. 
“I need you,” Levi croaks. His voice is trembling, the brush of your knee against his half-hard cock making it hard to speak. You tilt your head to one side, going hard. You push Levi softly onto his back, hands on either side of his head as your thigh presses against his cock. Levi lets out a sharp gasp - squirming under your curious gaze. 
“Need me to do what, Captain Levi? Answer me,”
“Shit, need you to touch me, Miss,” 
You grin, your expression lit up with pride. You lean down, nose brushing against Levi’s with a smirk. His hands come up to the front of your nightshirt, fisting the fabric. You kiss the furrow of his brow
“Is that so, Captain? Where exactly do you need me to touch you?,” 
Levi whines, throat hoarse as he feel your hands graze over his chest underneath his white shirt, unbuttoning each one slowly. Your mouth singes his skin, open mouth kisses littering his neck. Levi doesn’t even get angry when the hickies you bite into his neck are above the collar - though he’s sure his cadets won’t let it go when he blushes because of them
Right now, all Levi can feel is your hands, pinching and twisting his nipples. You brush them with your thumb, till your tongue laps at the hardened buds. You feel Levi take in a sharp inhale, your hands resting on his rib cage 
“Where do you need me to touch you, Captain Levi? Tell me,”  
“My,” A furious rush of scarlet litters Levis neck, chest and cheeks. Levi isn’t very good at being vulgar with you but your expectation weighs heavy. He shuts his eyes, gasping as your hand slowly travels lower. 
“Need you to touch my, ngh - touch my cock, Miss,” he breathes, barely getting the last bit out, “Please,” 
“Need me? Is that why you came waltzing to my bedroom in the middle of the night Cap? Did you come here just for me wreck you like a cheap slut, Captain Levi?,”  
A soft gasp tears it’s way from Levi’s throat. Humiliation flood his gut, sends butterflies leaping into his throat. Levi nods, peers into your heavy es as the travel down his body with the reminder that here, he’ll always be second place to you. Excitement rushes through him, trying to find the words to say - but it gets caught in chest somewhere. 
Levis response is cut short by your hands, fingers looping into the waist band of his pants and swiftly pulling everything down, all past his thighs. His cock bobs, heavy with pre-cum against his stomach. The tip is bright red, almost purple and Levi feels like he might cum just from seeing your face next to it. He gasps, sitting up and leaning on his hands to watch you with heavy eyes. 
“Beg for it. Captain,” you hum, lazily pumping his cock in your hands “Beg me to make you feel good,” 
“Fuck, please,” 
“Look at me,” 
Levi watches from heavy lids. Your mouth kisses up his thighs, teeth digging into the flesh with your hands finding purpose in holding him down. You’re slow, patient. A small kiss gets placed on the tip, the wind getting completely knocked out of his lungs. Down his shaft, your tongue slides over the vein as you take him fully into your mouth. Sinking down inch by inch, Levi groans as he twitches inside the warm cavern of your mouth. 
You play Levi’s body like an instrument - by now it’s what Levi expects. Still, caught off guard at the way you swallow him down your throat before stopping just as an orgasm starts. It leaves his cock aching, impending orgasm making it feel like he’s ready to explode. He needs it, and he’s going crazy with the way you’re holding it over his head. Bobbing your throat and swallowing, making him feel so damn good, but stopping right before he can release. Frustration bubbling in his gut, Levi chokes out a heavy sob. His hands still at his sides - obedient. 
“M-miss, can’t can’t, fuck - please let me cum, please - shit, I can’t do it,” Levi sounds good when he begs, begs you. He would never be caught begging anyone for anything but he’s pleading through the haze of an orgasm and the carefulness of your touch. Your eyes quirk when his cock is in your mouth, smiling at the tears that slide down soft cheeks and angular jaw. 
“You wanna cum? Couldn’t even make me cum, could you?” You pause, getting up. You carefully undo the belt from his pants that had previously been pushed off before facing him level again. 
“Why would you, mindless little fucktoy like you can’t think about getting off and following order - isn’t that right Captain,” you muse. 
“The chain of command here means you’ll always be below me, Captain - that’s where you  belong,” you say, barely hiding the sarcasm in your voice. Levi feels dizzy. Nodding deliriously, he lifts his hands up. The warm leather wraps around his wrist not once, but twice as you fasten it together. Tied arms fall back onto the bed, and Levi groans as he watches you get undressed. Your panties make a slick sound as you shimmy them off. 
Levi’s mouth waters, smoothing his tongue over his bottom lip as he watches you. Your thighs make it around either side of his. You slide your dripping cunt right against the length of his cock, letting it rest against your navel. He can feel the swell of your clit pulsate, how warm and tight you must be. He’s restrained by the weight of your hips but he bucks them up anyways. 
You lean forward, cupping your jaw in your hands. Squishing his face together, you raise a brow. 
“Open,” 
His eyes widen as you spit into his mouth - cock twitching against your stomach as you do. Groaning - the sound of your laugh making his chest ache. Levi barely has time to watch you. His eyes rolling into back of his neck, thrashing as he feels your cunt wrap around him. 
“Fuck, fuck - it feels so good. W-wanna cum,” Levi admits. You raise a brow. Levi can barely contain himself, the pleasure curling inside of him. It’s all so humiliating, how much he loves it and how much he loves you. You’re ruining him and he loves it. His hypersensitive cock is aching inside of you. So tight - like silk. Everything is blurry. 
“You can cum, baby - but I’m not stopping till I’m satisfied,” 
Your grin is wicked and Levi watches wide eyes as you lift your hips all the way up before slamming them back down again with no warning and no mercy. Levi groans loudly, your hands swiftly on his chest as you bounce yourself on his cock without any mercy. His throat flutters, the need to orgasm growing impossibly worse as you fuck him at this agonizing pace. The sound of dripping cunt riding him fills the room with lewd noises, pleasure thrumming in Levis ribs. 
Your tits are bouncing as you fuck him so roughly - so fast and so hard that each breath feels sharp.  Wet pussy dripping all down his cock, down past his thighs with disregard for Levi’s helpless warnings about just how close he is. It feels so good he’s seeing white behind his eyelids, spine arching off the bed as he breaches his first, painful and broken orgasm. 
Levi can’t get the words out when he finishes, unable to do anything but choke out a loud moan of pleasure, body twitching. Despite the fact he’s just cum you hold up to your promise, not even pausing. A satisfied grin makes Levi look at with pleading eyes, brows furrowing in overstimulation. The way his body is seizing is makes his voice cease. Everything comes out in a silent scream or pitchy moan. Pleasure that’s ruining him, tears of frustration running down his face as his cock remains painfully hard and hypersensitive. 
“Holy shit, shit - wait, fuck,” 
“So selfish captain, telling me stop when you haven’t even made me cum yet,” you say with a heavy pant “Needy fucking cumslut, not even telling me stop are you? Want me to keep going even though it hurts, right? Filthy,” 
Levi shuts his eyes hard. His lungs feel like they’ve collapsed. The smell of sex and your nails scratching down his chest make his nerves stand on end. Everything is hazy - not a single thought in his head belongs to him as pleasure and pain mix and make his skin burn up. The dull throb of pleasure has him hiccuping with an uncontrollable sob. The sound of his broken voice is like music to your ears, your own orgasm impending. You lean back, letting your fingers toy with your clit. 
Levi watches you through lidded, tear-stained eyes. Another weak spurt of cum shoots inside of you, thin and messy. His nails have dug tightly into the palms of his hands, gritting his teeth as he feels you. 
“So fucking vulgar, Captain - this is what you came here for, right? Just here to do what I tell you and take it like an indecent brat,” 
“G-goddamn it, shit,” 
“Cumming twice in one night - you love how much it hurts right? Our Captain Levi is a painslut ‘n a masochist, isn’t he?,” 
Levi’s heavy lids blink up at you, your face twisted up in pleasure as you ride his softening cock. Your fingers dance across your clit expertly, slamming down till you’re fully seated as you get yourself off using his body. He looks at you needily, not much left of his voice. 
“Please, please  use me, make yourself - haah, fuck, make yourself cum,” 
You collapse forward, shockwaves of pleasure ripping through you. You let out a silent scream as you connect your mouth with Levis, moaning into his mouth as you ride the high of your orgasm. 
When you pull away, Levi is still caught in the throes of subspace. You pepper kisses along his forehead and cheeks, cupping his face as he grows soft. 
“So, Captain, how was that? You feel okay?,” 
Levi frowns at you, wrapping his tied arms around your neck. He buries his face in your shoulder, groaning tiredly. 
“It was good. Now untie me,” he demands, though you’re almost positive it’s because he wants to cuddle. You chuckle, kissing the crown of his forehead. 
You lean back, undoing the ties on Levis arms and holding his wrists. He sits up, burying his face in your chest with his tired arms loosely around your waist. Your fingers scratch his scalp warmly, cooing praises about him being your good boy off-handedly before tapering off in idle conversation. That’s how Levi likes aftercare most, the vibrations of your voice as he cheeks are pressed against your tits. 
Levi is hugging you but he’s at your mercy all the same. Aching body, covered in hickies and bruises and nail-marks - he’s at your mercy.
 That’s what worship means to him. 
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fullbusterfantasmic · 4 years ago
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Love Potion ♋️ Chapter 4.7
Rated M
It’s all NSFW (As it should be)
1,933 words
A/N: The first position mentioned is called the butterfly or some shit (maybe?) idfk but I like it, & the second is the reverse cowgirl. Formatting is wonky, I know please look past it.
🌬Gray’s POV
The shine her eyes had held has begun to rapidly be overtaken as the (e/c) darkens, while she beckons me closer.
Her mouth is right beside my ear as she says;
“Ravish me...lay your claim on me...let every touch from you send me reeling, and begging for more...show me everything you’ve imagined doing to me and lastly...share every feeling you’ve kept hidden from me”.
The intense requests she made ignites a fire somewhere within me. Flames are rapidly consuming the protective layers of ice I’d long ago placed over my heart. Barriers erected after Deliora’s first attack, reinforced following the death of Ur...gone in an instant. Her tongue runs along the outer shell of my ear, lips placing a kiss to my temple. Pulling away, she then collapses back onto the pillows behind her, now surveying me through darkened, heavily lidded eyes.
My teeth clench as the familiar darkness begins to surface and my internal struggle begins. She asked for it....so why not give it to her? I shouldn’t...I....I’m ready to...no I NEED to let her in that now open space within my heart, within my very barren soul.
You don’t know what you do to me...
✨Your Pov
Im nervous...
I may have asked too much, it was too soon for me to come on so strongly! He still has yet to look at me, and his long bangs obscure his eyes from view.
“Gray I-“
I began to try and retract my previous statement but he interupts me. “From the very first moment I laid eyes on you I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen....and the most dangerous...” he moves out from between my legs, motioning for me to lay on my side. “ I knew if I got close to you I’d end up falling for you and that would put you at risk...”. One of his legs now rest underneath mine and my other rests over the top of his.
“Try as I might, I couldn’t force myself to get or stay away from you; somehow we always end up spending time together” he pauses, pressing a kiss to my temple before continuing; “ -and now we’re here...”.
The room is growing colder once more, goosebumps cover my exposed flesh and I lightly begin to shiver. My entire body is shaking by the time his voice reaches my ear; “With all that being said...I’m done explaining myself, and I’m done talking”.
“Now I’m going to fuck you senseless, this entire town will know you’re mine by sunrise” The vow is whispered to me in such an intimate way, it has my internal walls fluttering, before clenching around nothing. That is soon remedied; A surprised turned pleasurable cry slips out from between my lips as Gray effortlessly slides into me.
This position is a first for me, and experiencing it with this god like man...Said position has quickly become a “10 out of 10, must do again”. He holds my body so closely against his, and somehow those skilled fingers are still roaming up and down my sides. Occasionally pausing their ministrations to ghost across my chest or rub tantalizing circles Into my clit. The angle in which he thrusts into me puts the head of his cock in the perfect position to hit my G-spot each and every time he bottoms out.
The whole “I’m finished talking now” line was absolute bullshit! As soon the smug Ice mage was balls deep inside me, did the sinful whispers begin. Dear God! That deep husky voice alternating between uttering the most endearing things, having my eyes growing wet with tears. Only to make a flawless transition into speaking the most obscene and sensual promises (or threats), have my face continuing to burn red.
I was an absolute wreck.
“You should see yourself right now...Completely fucked out of your mind, slobbering all over, and tear stains coating your cheeks...yet still so breathtaking”. My enthralled lover may no longer be whispering, but the chill of his breath on my neck is still ever present. I don’t speak, I knew my ability of coherent speech had vanished long ago.
Gray doesn’t need my words to go off of now, not when my breath hitches and my body jerks involuntarily. “This one will be....number four right?” He sounds so proud. That wasn’t really a question, and I wouldn’t of answered it even if I could have.
As much as I craved release, my pride urged me to deny it. A small voice inside my head is saying; “Ignore the relentless tingling of your clit, the tight wound knot in your stomach, the pressure from that magnificent cock sinking itself into your deepest depths...”.
Dammit ___________, get it together!
You are a proud Fairy Tail mage; A living embodiment of strength, determination, and destroyer of adversity! You’ve let this man turn you into putty within his hands, he thinks he owns you! Now it’s time for you to reclaim your pride and turn the tables on him!
Who am I kidding?
🌬Grays POV
“Holding back now are we?”
I can’t help but tease her when she’s trying so hard to hide the fact that I have her teetering on the edge of bliss. She lets out and annoyed huff and I poke one of her inflated cheeks, making sure my cock is buried inside of her as far as it can go.
“You take my cock so well baby, you’re already starting to shape to me on the inside...you’ll be my perfect little cock sleeve in no time” I murmured before giving her another nice dark love bite to match the one on the other side of her neck. “I know you want to drench my cock some more” my ice coated finger flicks against her clit before circling over it.
“Hah!” she shrieks at the frozen contact to her bundle of nerves, involuntarily jerking and in turn slamming her hips backwards, burying my dick inside her once more. The tip of my head just barely makes contact with her cervix, and then her walls suddenly contract, clamping down around me. I have to give every effort to not paint them white as not only her ecstatic wail reaches my ears, but I look down just in time to see her lightly spritz the hand id been using to play with her clit.
For a moment my brain begins to short circuit, and then it just shuts down completely.
✨ Your POV
That was....incredible.
Several minutes pass with my mind reeling from the intense orgasm I’d just experienced. It’s like I’m drunk, but not from the alcohol I’d consumed earlier. Drunk from the dopamine flooding my brain, and my heart swelling with overwhelming feelings of love. Love....love for the man currently sharing my bed.  Before I can turn to Gray and embarrass myself with a bunch of post orgasm love drunk rambling, I remember something....oh my god.
I sober up and am slammed back into reality almost instantly. My face begins to burn and I Stifle a cry of humiliation as I realize; I’d just squirted all over his hand! That’s never happened to me before! Gray hasn’t said one word...he’s been silent since it happened! He probably has a look of disgust on his face, I can’t bring myself to look and see.
I try to move,, intent on getting away to take refuge on the other side of the bed. His arms immediately constrict around me, “Oh no you don’t, you aren’t going anywhere!”.  Suddenly he’s flat on his back keeping a firm grip on my hips as I’m forced to straddle him. Glancing over my shoulder I see the proud smirk he’s wearing, then he speaks; “Never had a girl do that before...I like it” giving me a wink afterwards. “Sh-Shut u-up” I mumble as I return my gaze to the wall in front of me, breathing deeply in attempt to calm my palpitating heart.
“Y’know normally I’d give you a little break but... I can’t...not after seeing you do that” he pauses, and I can’t see his eyes roaming over my back side, but I feel his hands slide down from my hips. Then a sharp SMACK resounds around the room, followed by my startled gasp. “Ride me...now!” a fierce growl preludes another sharp smack to my other ass cheek.
I don’t even bother to stop the excited shake that over takes my body, the sudden change into this demanding demeanor is thrilling! Keeping my back to him, I’m quick to position myself over his length and begin to sink down on it. The soft mewl I emit is drowned out by a hiss as the tip of his dick slips between my lips. “That’s it...good girl” he praises as he begins to rub out the red marks on my ass.
Eager to please I get straight to work.
Albeit a bit awkward at first, but Im able to get a steady rhythm going in no time. “So much better than in my dreams...fuckin’ hell __________ your ass is perfect! Yeah that’s it babe, bounce it just like that” Gray mumbles appreciatively, completely enamored with the sight in front of him. “Dream about me often do you?” I tease, throwing him a smug glance over my shoulder. “More often than I’d ever care to admit, now turn around and face me would you?.
I do as he asked, rotating my body to face him. He gently pulls me down towards him and I stop short, my face now inches above his own. My stomach feels like it’s filled with butterflies at the sudden closeness. Unsure of what to do I quietly whisper an awkward sounding “Hi”. A wide grin appears on his face as he responds; “Hi” followed quickly by a chuckle at my sudden awkwardness.
Now we’re both smiling at each other like complete dorks, and I’m compelled to lean forward and kiss him. I resume my ride as his tongue curls around mine, quickly losing myself in the passion of this moment. Gray is quick to pick up the slack, thrusting his hips upward each time mine sink down. The atmosphere in the bedroom has changed, we both feel it. When I say his name again it comes out in a breathy whine.
His eyes reflect an emotion I’ve never seen in them before and his tone is gentle when he says “I know baby, hold on just a little longer for me”. Strong arms wind themselves tighter around me, drawing my body in as close as possible as he speeds up the pace of his thrusts. “I want to feel you gush all over my cock when I finally get to cum inside you” his lips are on mine again, kissing me passionately while bouncing me up and down on his cock.“That okay with you baby? Do you want me to fill up this tight little cunt?”
My confession comes out quick and shameless; “Yes! God there’s nothing I want more right now, I’ve wanted that for ages!”.
“Tell me, who do you belong to now snowflake?”
“YOU! I belong to you now Gray”
“Tell me you need me”
“I need you, I never want to be without you, so please just-“
“Tell me...” he pauses, placing a hand on my cheek and staring into my eyes.
“Tell me you love me”.
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murderousginger · 4 years ago
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Demons & Angels
Warnings: Menton of drug use. Smutty sexy things. They're criminals, guys, they do bad things.
Word count: 2211
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You worked yourself up all afternoon to show up at his door. You'd had enough of Tommy Shelby and his attitude. You were sick of him brushing off your ideas, keeping you in the dark except for your small part in whatever plan he had. You were tired of hunting him down to speak to him and his words always being so clipped with you. He kept you at a distance, careful to not touch you as if dealing with a leper.
He might be the devil of Small Heath but you thought you had been friends well enough for him to spare you a look, a thought, a smirk. Something. And so you were on his doorstep that night, late enough to ensure he was home, knocking so rapidly that you almost knocked Finn in the head when he cracked the door open. Your anger waffled as Finn looked at you.
"Oh, sorry Finn," you say as you look to your feet.
"Why are you knocking like a copper this late, (Y/N)?" He asks, wide-eyed. "Arthur was 'bout ready to blow the door out."
"Sorry, I just wanted to talk to Tommy," you say, looking anywhere but at the child in front of you. "Is he home? Can I speak with him?"
A large hand grips the door above Finn's head and pulls the door wider. Arthur sticks his head out, scowling.
"Fuckin' hell, (Y/N)," he barks. "Why are you here at this hour? I nearly blew your head off. Come in, come in."
They both retreat and you come in, closing the door behind you. Finn is dressed for bed already and Arthur is half dressed, his shirt half buttoned, as if he was just about to sink into sleep himself.
"I came to talk to Tom," you say, regaining your conviction.
"At this hour?" Arthur squints. "He doesn't know you're coming, does he?"
You shake your head as you clasp your hands together.
"No, but-"
"This can't wait till mornin'?" He scratches the back of his head. "It's late, love, and I'm sure any business--"
"It's not business and I'm not leaving without talking to Tommy," you raise your voice a little, panic lacing through your tone as you realize you might not be allowed to see him. You'll lose steam by morning, unable to meet his eyes and tell him how you feel.
Arthur nods, his head down as he pauses before he looks back to meet your eyes, his voice calmer, softer.
"Right then," he nods to Finn, "you, off to bed. Now."
Finn does as he's told, eyes wide.
"Right," Arthur clears his throat. "Right. Well. Something I need to tell you first, right, is that Tom's…"
He trails off, his hand waving as if to catch words in the air to fill his mouth.
"Tom's not himself right now," he says finally, meeting your eye as if to push the meaning into your head.
"Not himself?" You repeat, dropping your chin to your chest.
"Yuh," he said, nodding more vigorously as you catch his words. "He's more, y'know, calm… right now. He's had a bit of opium to sleep and he might not be in full form."
"Opium?" You frown. "Why's--"
"He takes it to sleep," Arthur says as he shuffles in place. "He don't talk about it much. I think you'd be alright."
He squints as he smooths his mustache down.
"A woman shouldn't set 'im off like I do," he mutters to himself. "Come'n, love, I'll show you his door."
Arthur walks to the stairs and goes up them before you find your feet and follow, more questions than answers from the interaction. You both stop at the first closed door at the top of the stairs, and Arthur points to it as he steps away from it.
"He's just there," he said, continuing his walk down the hall. "Wait 'til I'm out of sight, or I'll set him off, and we don't want fuckin' war flashbacks tonight, love."
Your eyes widened as your hand froze over the doorknob.
"Just be easy," Arthur said, his hands gesturing wildly. "It's all a bit of a dream to him right now."
Arthur disappeared into his room as you stared at the door, uncertainty tainting your anger. You were used to unaffected, strong, stubborn Tommy Shelby. Who would this man be behind the door?
You finally took a deep breath and turned the knob, moving into a room of heavy sour smoke. It tickled your nose as you looked at the mostly bare walls. The only furniture was a wooden chair, an end table, and the small bed that Tommy Shelby lay across as he contemplated the ceiling as if you weren't there.
You closed the door, fidgeting as you sank into the wooden chair.
"Tommy?" You call, hoping it would snap him out of whatever was happening.
He frowns as he turns to you, scrutinizing you before he looks back to the ceiling.
"That's new," he says to himself with a shrug. "I suppose she's been on my mind but it's not normal to conjure."
"Conjure?" You ask, lost in his words.
"I see spirits, love," he says. "Not the living. You can be off now."
His words brush you off like a maid and rekindles your resolve.
"Why have you been pushing me away?" You ask as you sit on his bed near his feet with your arm propping yourself up as you watch him. He took a deep breath.
"Do you think I tell people things?"
He stayed still, a picture of calm waters, as he laid on his bed with his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
"And I do?"
"You're telling me now."
"No," you sputter, "I'm asking a question."
"People don't ask questions about things they have no care for."
"Have you always been this obstinate, Tommy Shelby?" You shake your head as you look to the ceiling.
A heavy silence fills the room as you both stare above to the blank ceiling. You fall into your head, the dark corners that you retreat to when you can't quite grasp those around you, and you start to shuffle through the worst explanations to fill the silence. This was a terrible idea. I'm a fool.
"I am cursed," he said, breaking you from your thoughts. "Everything I touch gets tainted. Broken."
You soften as you look over, your mouth shut in fear a response would silence him. His face is pinched, his eyes searching above him, as if he can't find the words. There's never the right words.
"You fit," he said. "You don't flinch at the violence. You don't flinch at the business. You've never given me the look."
He stops, finally looking down to his feet to look over you, through you. His eyes cover your every curve and he gives a slight nod before he looks back up to the ceiling.
"The look?" You whisper, afraid that anything louder would stop him, take him out of whatever trance had him. Whatever the opium opened in his head.
"Disgust," he said. "Fear. Loathing. You've never stopped looking at me like I'm just a man."
"You've never been anything else to me, Tommy," you say as his face drops, his blue eyes melt over you like clear skies.
"I am to everyone else," he lowed.
"Should I be afraid of Thomas Shelby, Devil of Small Heath?" Your eyebrow quirked up involuntarily, taunt thick in the air.
He smiled at his epithet on your lips, the words rolling out of your mouth. They didn't have the usual feelings behind them that he had grown used to. You knew the answer before you asked and nothing would change your certainty.
"I think I'm in love with you."
He says it like he isn't there, like his words aren't really attached and settling into the world around him. It just tumbles out of his mouth without thought. He mulls the words over once they're in the air as if he hadn't actually considered it before that moment.
Your heart catches in your throat, expanding, exploding in your chest. He looks down to you, mouth slightly parted as he looks over you again, his words settling into his brain.
"Odd," he says, watching you frozen in place as he sits up. "I've never placed that thought. But that would be why you're here now, innit? You've been in the back of my brain so long you've appeared. The opium conjures what I reject."
"Why reject me, Tom, when I've always been by your side?"
"Why poison the only good?" He breathes out. "I'm done with this talk. You're like a mirage, if I touch you, you're gone."
You sit frozen as he cocks his head and reaches out as if to move a curtain away. His fingers ghost over your lips as his mouth slacks and his eyes flare. Shock and anger fight over his features like lightning in a summer thunderstorm.
"I'm not disappearing, Tom," you whisper against his fingertips. "The opium didn't conjure me. You touched me and I'm still here, unbroken."
"Fuck."
It's all he uttered. Sharp. Succinct. He pulls his hand back as if he burnt himself on you.
"Kiss me."
He buries his face in his hand, muttering nonsense to himself.
"I'm telling you I feel the same," you rasp, your heart fluttering as the words fill you with a jolt of fear. "You can't confess your feelings and refuse to kiss me."
"I'm afraid to kiss you," he breaths out, flustered by his own words. His hand wipes his mouth and shakily hangs in his lap.
"Why?"
"Because if I start I don't know if I can stop."
"Who says I want you to?"
Tommy hesitates but his hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing it softly. Your hand finds the base of his neck and you pull him to you, your kiss hungry. Tommy matches your passion, his hesitation dripping away in the flames as you taste the whiskey on his tongue and a sour taste you can smell in the air around you. You breath out a soft moan as he bites your lip and his hands cup your face as his kisses move across your jaw.
"That sound," he growls as he pulls you into his lap, "I'll spend forever in that noise."
You chuckle, but your breath hitches as he kisses the soft spot on your neck. You wrap your arms around him and squirm in his lap. His teeth rake the spot and you're seeing stars, fucking planets orbiting your head. You moan louder and he growls into your skin, ripples of pleasure shooting down your spine.
"You like that," he says like it's fact, and it is. Oh, it is.
Your dress is over your head before you realize, only the cool air causing goosebumps across your flesh makes you register it's disappearance. He presses you back, pulling you both backward before his hand finds your chest and he lays you flat on your back.
"Hell is the absence of that noise you make," Tommy mumbles as his hands run along your legs and his nose tickles your thighs.
He searches, tests you, settles there as if he's willing to do anything to keep that noise in his head. You moan lightly when he touches the right spot and grow louder as he dives in, his hands pressing into your skin harder as your body wriggles from the intensity of the feelings he gives you. He hums as you arch your back against the bed.
You hiss, bringing your hand to your mouth to bite as you push against him. There are other people in the house and you can't yell the house down. You look down to see the crinkle of amusement around his eyes and his hand reaches to pull yours from your mouth.
"Your brothers are in the house, Tommy," you whine, fighting to keep your voice down as your eyes roll back.
"They've heard worse, love," he said as he climbs your body, his words growling down your ear. "But I've never heard something so sweet. Moan my name again."
He got his way. Tommy Shelby always got his way.
When both of you collapse together, breathing hard in each other's arms, Tommy pulls you close to his chest.
"I broke my rule for you," he says as he kisses the top of your head.
"Tommy Shelby has rules?" You twist to look up at him. "I always thought you look at rules and pass them by."
"I am selective with which ones I follow," he says as he pulls your lips to his. "I just have the one I've never broken."
"And that is?" You smile lazily, tired and enjoying his touch.
"Don't endanger the innocent."
Your brows knot together as you open your mouth to protest.
"My hands on your skin put you in danger," he says before you can speak. "I've put a target on your back with my bloody hands."
You kiss him slow and soft.
"Well," you say as you pull back. "I guess the devil of Small Heath will just have to protect me, then."
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draconivn · 4 years ago
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011 | surrender to love
ANONYMOUS ASKED: omg i love your writing so much! Im so happy that you opened requests hehehe 💖💖, may i request ikesen masamune soft smut?? Like the reader had a long and tiring day and just needed some comofrt and one thing led to another 🥺 👉🏼👈🏼 Warnings: NSFW Smut. Fluffy bits. Seriously, that’s all you need to know. Pairings: Date Masamune (Ikemen Sengoku) x Reader Note: I tried to make this as soft as possible, but... it’s Masamune. 
“Weren’t you supposed to have a day off?”
Just as quick as he was when he rode his warhorse through the field that one sunset, my One-Eyed Dragon’s hand moved across the page with his brush staining its ink in quick strokes. “I'm almost done,” his voice calls from his desk with reassurance, not letting his answer deter his writing. “I’ll be in bed right behind you.”
It didn’t seem like Masamune ever had such a thing as a day off when he’s the Lord of Oshu, though it was something that was more common when we were living in Azuchi. Around here, he had a lot more responsibilities, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t just come barging into my sewing class with the castle seamstresses and scoop me up to take me away. It was practically normal for everyone to see this kind of behaviour, and it left me feeling giddy in love with him even more.
“Mm, hurry up, tiger. I miss cuddling you already,” I teased him, my feet shuffling towards the futon. It was probably the most comfortable futon I’d ever slept in, and the moment I sat down, the cushioning of the material eased the aches I forgot I had, closing my eyes briefly.
“Rough day?” came his voice. His voice sounded closer, and I looked over to see he was coming over to sit down behind me, hands moving up to my shoulders. The room was visibly darker, so he probably had blown out the lantern before joining me in bed. 
“Mm... I’ve just been trying to get some pieces done, but it’s a lot more tedious than I thought it would be.” His fingers curled over my shoulders, and I swore that the moment his thumbs pressed into the back of my shoulders, I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips. “That felt good...”
He chuckles, his voice low by my ear. “Did you get even one done?”
“I got two done...”
“Out of....?”
“Five...?”
“That sounds like progress.” His fingers brush my hair to one side, planting a kiss to my nape as he continued to massage those tender spots. “You're doing such a great job, kitten.”
“Mm...” God, that kiss to my neck had me shivering that I wasn’t sure if he noticed. His kisses did something to me, and they never stayed just as a kiss. “I’m not sure if I should procrastinate one of them until next month, but I’ve been putting a personal project ahead of the others.”
His hands start to wander lower, and I can tell he has that questioning face the moment he echoes my statement. “A personal project? What’s that?”
“Mm, I can’t tell you.”
“Keeping secrets from me, eh?”
A squeal leaves my lips before I have a moment to register what’s going on, his fingers wriggling at my sides. With only our sleeping robes on, there were less layers to get to my skin and I was squirming in his grasp, fits of giggles sounding out as he laughed and continued his tickle attack until I was on my back on the futon, shouting, “M-Masamune-!” 
“Say you surrender, kitten, and maybe I’ll stop!” he laughs. His grin is so wide, his cerulean blue eye glimmering in the darkness of our room as he hovered over me.
“N-Never!” I screamed between my laughter. 
Then, he took my breath away.
His fingers ceased their attacks, his lips coming down upon my own to take my laughter in the form of a deep kiss that left me gasping and looking up at him in surprise. “I love it when you smile,” he murmurs with that silly grin of his.
I swore my heart just skipped a beat, looking up at him. I thought I saw my reflection in his eye that looked down at me so lovingly, with my cheeks flushed from laughing and our sweet kiss, my hair splayed across the futon. “M-Masamune...” Oh god, he knew how to make me blush without even trying.
“I love you, kitten,” he murmured, the distance between us closing bit by bit until his words were repeated a breath away from my own.
Yet the breath he took from me found its way back into my lungs with my emotions coursing through me. “I love you, Masamune,” I whispered back to him with a smile growing on my lips once more, my hands moving up his clothed biceps up to lace my fingers together at the back of his neck.
The whispers of our words faded when he sealed the gap with a tender kiss. His body was relaxed against mine, my legs shifting to let him settle in between them more comfortably. 
I didn't get to feel that weight against me, his lips seeking my skin to shower with kisses until I was like putty under him. My head began to tip back as he went lower to my neck, my fingers rising and unhooking to card through his messy locks. "Masa-... m-mune…" I breathed out. I could feel the curve of his lips faintly against my skin.
"My kitten's had such a long day. I'm going to pamper you lots tonight." There's a delightful purr that sends shivers through me, the promise in his tone making me bite my lower lip before the roll of his hips into my own makes my jaw drop slack.
"O-Oh…" The moan dropped from my mouth with ease, my fingers gripping his collar then sliding down his front so I could search for the sash that held his robes together. Instead, my advances were denied as he gently took my hands away to rest back into his hair and his lips trailed lower on my skin. My robes loosened until I could feel nothing but the cool air, and then the beat of Masamune's body against me, kisses peppered between my breasts. My chest was heaving when he stopped and I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until I looked up at him.
"You're so beautiful…" He looked at me with love and adoration, leaning down to graze my lips. When his hands drew my robes off my shoulders, I leaned up to help him remove it, and suddenly I was caught off-guard by the warmth that sealed around my breast.
I cried out, gripping his hair as I arched into his mouth.
His teeth grazed my flesh, but he sucked on my nipples with a hunger that had me trembling in pleasure, his tongue lapping to soothe my skin. 
I was caught in my tiger's fangs, melting at the way his mouth worked wonders on my body just as much as it worked my mouth when we kissed. "M-Masamune-" My shoulders were trembling, and the ache that grew between my thighs, hidden by the rest of my robes, was becoming slightly uncomfortable. But the warm wetness of his mouth was gone, leaving me to shiver momentarily before he replaced it with his hands to keep me warm, my hardened nipples sensitive and grazing his palm as he kissed me softly.
He was taking his time with me, a sweet passion that had me nodding and bending to his every action. His words were soft but only enough for me to hear as he spoke against my lips, "Lay on your stomach for me, kitten."
Obediently, I nodded and turned to lay on my stomach, arms moving to help remove the last bit of my robes and lay bare with my back to him.
He gently brushed my hair to one side once more, making sure I was comfortable as his hands ran down my back, searching for the knots in my back. His lips trailed along my shoulder to the middle of my back, pausing to whisper sweet nothings in my ear that had me smiling and giggling despite the moans that emerged once he found a tight spot on my back.
"You should let me do this to you sometime…" I breathed out.
He chuckles against my skin. "I wouldn't be able to let you past this point," he pointed out.
It was asking for restraint on his part whenever I was the one to try and initiate things, but when he was the one to take the lead, he took care of me. When I asked why, his only reasoning was that I looked incredibly sexy and that I needed to be ravished as soon as possible.
My thoughts were broken as he made his way lower, fingers caressing the curve of my back and down the expanse of my ass cheeks. The anticipation had me squirm slightly against him, only to stop with a groan at the warning bite he sunk into the middle of my back. "B-But…" My hips wanted to move, searching to have that sweet friction as his hands groped and squeezed.
"Patience, kitten."
I groaned. "Masamune, I had to teach you patience." The little moments of flirting that led to us being together had been fleeting moments, mostly me having to stop him from sinking right into my bed with me underneath him and teach him the concept of dating, but here I was, the more impatient one.
His laughter was teasing like tone, his hands working my muscles until I was putty. 
Then with a single stroke, all tension seemed to break loose from my body as I bowed my head into the sheets with an airy moan. The sensation repeated in a slow and torturous pace, the familiar feeling of his two fingers along my folds, gathering the wetness that I had building there. My hips started to lift from the futon, his bare arm snaking around my waist to keep me steady and hug me to his body as he started to include little presses and circles of my clit with his thumb. "A-Ah-!" 
My whimpers and moans were stifled against the sheets, pulled from my lips without restraint until the noises weren't sufficient enough to equate to my pleasure when those two fingers dipped lower and into my waiting pussy. My walls formed around the two digits as he pushed them knuckle-deep, curling inside me while his other hand had managed to grope a handful of my breast as I arched off the futon onto all fours. 
He played with my nipple with his thumb while the other thrummed against my clit like an acoustic guitar, his fingers stretching and stroking my wet walls.
My noises fell out with less restraint, barely able to capture the groan he made when he released my breast and moved to kneel behind me. My eyes weakly opened and peered over my shoulder just in time to see him staring down at my folds as he played with me, before he withdrew to grip both of my ass cheeks and leaned forward to devour me whole. 
His mouth tasted me like a starved man, his tongue lapping at my folds and sucking to take every drop of me that he could. He made sure not a single spot of me was left untouched, teeth grazing my clit until he no longer held himself back from what he wanted.
My hand flew behind me to grab onto his hair as best as I could, my legs inching apart to give him better access as my hips started to push towards his mouth. A pleasurable shudder ran up my spine right then and there, the feeling of his tongue firmed and pushed deep into my walls just as his fingers had done moments ago. 
Bit by bit, he took me apart before he put me back together, sending pleasure coursing through every vein and nerve of my body. He feasted on me hungrily, my legs shaking to remain up in this position like I was strung high in this pleasure until he pulled away, letting me lay on the futon.
I was panting, my cheeks flushed and my eyes opened slightly to look at him as best as I could.
He came up over me, a gentle kiss to my shoulder then to my lips. His fingers traced over my own before lacing together, his bare skin pressing to my back as he whispered, "I love you." The heat, the shape and thickness of his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, his robes having been tossed haphazardly across the room to join my own somewhere. His legs positioned between mine to nudge them apart for him and my hips raised to welcome him.
I propped myself up on my forearms to kiss him as best as I could, his lips drinking in my moans as I felt the prodding of his cock to my entrance, hard and throbbing that he didn't need to reach a hand down between us. 
We broke the kiss to look at each other in the eyes, just as with a perfect roll of his hips, his cock pushed into me.
My jaw dropped slack as I choked out a moan, my hands squeezing his with his forehead pressed to mine.
Not once did he stop, making sure that he took his time in filling me until there was no more to give me. A groan fell from his lips, lowering his head to kiss my shoulder and he was still.
Like this, his chest was pressed to my back in exact positioning of where our hearts were, thudding loudly in our ribcages from the sensation. No matter which position we made love in, we fit to each other perfectly, his tall frame covering all of mine like I was his to protect and have.
The first move had to have been him, the way he rolled his hips to make sure he stroked me where I was sensitive the most.
My head dropped to the sheets, my wetness lubricating the movements as I could feel his cock gliding in and out slowly, tenderly. My toes curl in pleasure, strains of moans and whimpers sounding out before I bite at the sheets. I can't kiss him in this position, knowing that he doesn't want me to do anything to interfere with his pampering, but the thought seems short-lived. I'm left empty and whining, my hips chasing after his cock when he pulls out from me but his lips silence my protests as he turns me over onto my back.
His hands caress me so tenderly, his gaze full of love and passion, and the colour of our passion sits high on his cheeks. 
My fingers reach out to him, seeking the ends of the tie of his eyepatch that he doesn't stop me from removing. My legs move to hug his hips at the strokes of his hands along the underside of my thighs, our eyes locked on one another and he rolls his hips once more, no warning as his length pushing from tip to base deep inside me that it has my head tipping back onto the sheets and my lashes fluttering shut with a loud, unrestrained moan. Nails drag down his back until they could find a spot to grip, my ankles locking together at the base of his back.
"I love you," he breathed out against my jaw, groaning. Then he gave a languid roll of his hips, pressing his body to fit against my own.
My words are gone before I have the chance to tell him I love him. 
His pace is slow but filling, taking all that I am for himself and giving me all that he is. His forehead pressed against mine, making sure that he could see every expression I make as we made love in the darkness of our room. The moonlight spilled in through the window, giving us a view of each other as we breathed as one, sinking our fingers and nails into each other's skin as he moved. 
I felt so full, my walls hugging his cock in all the right places. How he strokes that spot that has me seeing stars and going a pitch higher when he pulls back. Every ridge, every vein, every curve that stood proudly in his desire for me was mine to have, my walls clenching greedily to pull him back into me. 
His hips stuttered as he pushed in and his breath fanned against my cheek, brows knitting together in frustration. "That's not fair, kitten," he groans out.
"I can't help it…" I replied back in bated breaths.
We're a mess of limbs, of love and desire. But despite our little predicament, we're smiling at each other before we steal each other's lips and allow our love to guide us. Our pace is more quicker, but not enough to break the momentum that we've built even though I've started to move my own hips to help him. 
Soon, it felt like the cries and moans I made wasn't enough to tell him how he made me feel. My nails scratched at his back in an attempt to cling to him for dear life as that pleasure mounted in the pit of my belly, before I started to beg, "Please! Please!" My chest arched off the bed, trying to give everything I had to feel this euphoria of ours.
An arm wrapped under the arch of my back to pull me flush against him, his other hand gripping my thigh tightly as his hips started to snap against mine, slamming deep inside my weeping walls.
I was helpless, gasping, crying out, and trembling as my love took me until a feeling crashed over us, washing over us. My nails no longer dug into his skin like the claws he called them, instead gripping his shoulders for dear life then wrapping my arms around his neck as I shuddered from head to toe. My walls hugged him tightly, the warmth of his cum filling me as he painted my walls, the faint sound of the sheets shuffling as he kicked at the sheets as leverage to ensure he was nestled deeply inside of me. My eyes shut, my lower lip trembling as I tried to grasp this feeling. It was a high that always had me lost yet found in his arms. 
Our heartbeats thudded loudly against each other's chests as he rested against me.
I could feel his breath on my neck, just as shaky as mine yet he cooed and soothed me with the touches of his hands running along my skin until I was calm and no longer trembling. "I love you, Masamune…" My voice was hoarse, but what mattered was that I was able to say the words I'd been meaning to say the whole time. 
He raised his head to look at me, a loving smile on his lips and he caressed my cheek with a gentle kiss to my lips. "How do you feel?"
"Mm…" I smiled warmly. "Amazing. Loved. Full of joy."
"Relaxed?" he suggested.
I giggled. "Mm, yes, I do feel relaxed."
He nuzzled my cheek, planting soft kisses along my skin. "I only meant to massage you."
"Mm, massages are never just massages, Masamune." My fingers card through his hair, my legs falling limp to the futon. "Are you going to do this every time I have a rough day?"
"Do you not want me to?"
"No complaints here, my lord," I replied with a playful tone.
He raised his head to look at me with mischief in his eye. "Speaking of complaints, are you ever going to tell me what that personal project of yours is?"
My lips formed into an innocent smile. "You'll never get it out of me." 
My words instigated his playfulness, fingers finding their way down to my waist and I let out a squeal of giggles. "M-Masamune, s-stop!" The movement was enough to make a noise escape my lips and remind us that he was still inside me, looking up at him with flushed cheeks.
He chuckled, his tickles having stopped as he leaned down. "I'll just have to make you scream out your secret for me then." 
The roll he gave had me gripping his shoulders and wandering down to his abs in an attempt to stop him. I felt sensitive but that was a dirty move.
"Do you surrender?" he murmured against my lips. On those lips held a promise of what would come if I didn't. 
It was a secret I needed to keep a bit longer, and so I breathed out, "Never."
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huntsman-ash · 4 years ago
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RWBY V8E4 LiveThoughts
And were back at it again, this week with turkey and Italian preserved sausage as a snack! Lets see what RT has for us this week.
Oh, 20 minutes. Are they normally this long?
Oh, wait, the openings almost 2 minutes long. Thats more like it.
And now to Robyn and Qrow. Seems Robyns actually liking Qrow a little bit now. 
Guess the cells aren’t secured if a fly got into Schnee’s. This a “Fly on Mike Pence’s face” reference?
Qrow sounds more growly again. Did he get smacked back two seasons by Clover dying?
If by “darkness” you mean “Tyrian” then, yes. Also dude, its Clover. He was shit anyway. All the Aces are shit. Dont feel too bad about him.
And he’s got a point too. If Clover had thought with his head instead of his dick (yes, Im sure they were gonna fuck, Fair Games totally a thing), he probably wouldnt be dead now, and Tyrian would be the one with the sword through his chest.
But of course this is RWBY and V7/8 so things cant go their ways.
Ouch. Deep thoughts of Qrow. And some interesting stuff from Robyn too. I still think I’d prefer hopeandharmonizing’s Briar, though.
Marrows glare gives me life. Hare’s just a moron right now though, but thats no real surprise. She’s immature emotionally.  Honestly, shes...kind of like a less bad version of our current President. Always has to be the best at everything, fastest, leader, whatever.
Thats probably why this is grating on her so much. Even though shes TECHNICALLY the Ace’s leader now (I think? Seemed like she was Clovers lieutenant, so by rate of succession she’s in command now)
A glance at the little floating control pad... “Clerance access only”. Okay, that...seems weird. Shouldnt it say something like authorized personell only? Maybe it means access by clerance only or something.
Then Robyn’s name, and then process ID 4591-27. No idea what thats useful for but its there.
Also Marrow seems to be the only competent member of the Aces rn. 
Ah now we get to see some of the hills around Atlas. For those of you who have seen my headcanons on the Hunter-Killers and their base of operations, Fortress Academy, its out in these hills somewhere.
The music sounds like a boss fight.
The screen on Ren’s hoverbike reads “HVB Rhino” and “HD5800″ I can only assume HVB stands for “hoverbike” and Rhino must be its name, like how the dropships are Mantas. No clue what the number is. 
Also apparently the cold in Solitas is so bad it corrupts machinery?
Ahh, good, some action. Lets see what we get now. Ohh, teamwork. And again, signs that aura allows you to move faster and farther than a normal human
Heh, it really is like a boss fight, like the chase scene at the end of the first Viking level in For Honor.
Oh, and it can call for reenforcements literally out of nowhere? Or is the whole tundra of Solitas just CRAWLING with Grimm?
Yes, yes it did just call for backup, Yang. Maybe these are all forward scouts and ambush units from the Grimmstorm. They did say its the biggest...
Another banger from Casey Lee Williams...
What the hell happened in Solitas to cause this geography? Seriously, its a line of bridges over a gap in two cliffs...that cant be natrual, not that equal in distance.
Man, those bikes didnt even last half an episode...I guess thats fair, they are facing obsurd odds. Or maybe they just want Yang to be the only one with a bike.
And there goes the dropwall. Woops.
Also you can just kinda see it but they bounce off the rock and thats why they slow down. Useful.
Also this part with them falling off the edge reminds me of the ending cutscene of Halo 4s Forerunner level, where Chief flies out of a portal and almost goes sailing off a cliff in a Ghost.  Except here, the bike stays on the land and THEY go off the cliff.
I paused at just the right time cause YANGS FACE XD
Holy shit what are Ren’s weapons cables MADE OF? The one atop him is holding him AND the weight of his two teammates. And the one below has both Jaune and Yang. No sign of slippage or breackage at all. 
Ahhh there’s the whaleship (Monstra? Fuck it Im gonna keep calling it the whaleship). So yeah my headcanon now is the mountain its right next too is Menachite, where Fortress is. 
Oh hey back to the Schnee manor of all things! Does...this mean military invasion of the Schnee grounds. Hey Whitley. Lesbians are here. 
Someone make a video cut of Weiss banging on the door to the “Knock knock open up the door its real!” part of that one song.
Hehehehhe. Nice Weiss.
Also convenient about the house staff. Good thing RT doesnt need to animate them or Willow now...
I hope the staff took some of the silverware and some paintings on the way out.
Why is MAY the one carrying Nora.
Ah so now they’re stuck out there with no cell service. Hehe.
Ah okay so the cold in Solitas DOES eat aura. Good, my headcanon still kind of stands. 
I wonder, does wearing proper cold weather clothing (like bundled up stuff) help? Or does it cut right through...
Why is JAUNE the one hauling the bike? Isnt Yang the strongest? Or maybe they take turns.
Ahhh inter-team talking. Also, outpost. Hmm. Atlas one? Overrun if I had to guess. Unless he saw Fortress. Which I doubt.
I do love the circling shot here, with the light on Yang’s hair and the shadows on Ren. Its...really artistic and emotional. GREAT WORK RT. 
Rens got points. And hes saying stuff I myself have been saying for ages, which is good. I wonder why this is how Ren is now...working with the Ace Ops? Being afraid of loosing Nora? No one tell him what happened last episode.
Also, Jaune’s hair seems to have gotten less crazy in recent episodes. It looks less like a banana and more like a close tactical cut.
Yangs got a point.
Ahhh and now we get to see the inside of the whale. 
SALEM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP SHOWING THE FUCK OFF. SERIOUSLY. WE GET IT. 
...this is gonna be a really criingy torture section, isnt it.
Someones gonna take that “hound didnt break you” line in the WRONG direction 
It is amusing the only thing holding Oscar down is the Hound actually. 
Ah so they’re still searching the remains of Beacon.
Also I like how Salem calls them “her forces” as if its anything but a random bunch of expendable monsters. Like, bruh, you cant search anything with THAT.
Ignoring the boring chat between these two, notice how the Hound’s shoulder literally flexes and shifts when Salem touched it. I dont think this thing is solid at all aside from the head and the bone claws...the whole thing is just amorphous Grimm material that can adapt to whatever situation it requires. A specialist unit. A...Hunter hunter.
Yo what the fuck was that. Magic? Huh. Did we actually SEE magic for once in the show? Only took us 8 FUCKING SEASONS...
Doesnt seem to be anything but an energy blast/pain never firing though. I assume his auras still gone, cause its completely singed his shirt, but it didnt do much else.
...Im not impressed.
She really needs to stop touching his face, its creeping me out.
HAHA SHE CANT DO IT HERSELF SHE HAS TO RELY ON HAZEL BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. I think we know where she stands now, doesnt she...say what you will about her letting Hazel have his vengeance (which is very valid, even he admits hit), but me? I think she A) cant actually beat up on Ozma herself because she still cares and B) shes almost out of magic too. Its weakened as the Gods have been gone and shes been forced to rely on the Grimm and on pawns. Basically, once she and Oz are both gone? That’s it for magic. Remnant will belong to the Grimm...and to technology. 
At which point without Oz around to hold them back Atlas is going to go fucking BONKERS and basically ensure the Grimm get pushed back into a corner and then finally permenantly STAMPED OUT.
More Whale insides. Seems like most of its empty grandious spaces. Or possibly muscle? Hard to tell. Either way theres a lot of open air in there...with tight corridors. If you fired a thermobaric warehead into one of the chambers the resulting blastc could possibly blow the doors off and send a raging fireball through the entire thing...Hmm. Filing that away for later.
NEO IS SO SHORT ITS FUNNY TO ME. I know its just positioning BUT SHE LOOKS EVEN SHORTER IN THIS SHOT THAN USUAL.
More note on the Hound; the “flesh” around its right shoulder spike actually sinks down when it stops moving. Its neck shifts and moves too, like the material isnt solid, but recirculating.
I also dont see any eyes. And it looks like it has some kind of...forehead mouth? Def looks like teeth down the ridge of its spine.
Oh boy yeah that...whole thing is basically melting in on itself.
I wont lie; hearing Cinder get berated by CORTANA (and yes, I still hear Cortana in Salem, espeically now that the two characters are kind of one and the same, both megalomaniacal leaders of giant armies, bar the fact that one of them is about a TRILLION times more dangerous than the other because one of them has access to Guardian Custodies and the other one is...well kind of lame and has to have beefy dudes beat up on small children etc) is pleasing to me. 
Get fucked, Cinder.
And THERE is Cortana again too.
Neo Marry Popins’s Ya’lling is fucking CUTE. And I love her little smirk.
Wait the whale’s that close?
..oh my...hold on.
...thats it. THATS ATLAS’S AIR FLEET!?!
12 AIRSHIPS? 12? EXCUSE ME!?
ARE YOU LEGITAMETLY TELLING ME THE BIGGEST MILITARY ON REMNANT HAS FEWER AIRSHIPS THAN THE SMALLEST NAVY ON EARTH HAS FRIGATES? YOUR FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT? THERE HAS TO BE MORE SOMEWHERE. THIS IS A JOKE, A STRAIGHT UP FUCKING JOKE.
...
No, thats...thats it. Thats Atlas’s airfleet. 12 tiny vessels. I swear it was bigger last season...
...HA! HAHA! HA! Oh, Ironwood, and Atlas as a whole...you deserve everything your about to get. I hope you die SCREAMING, and that when your bodies fall bleeding and shattered to Mantle, the people down there will realize that, no. You cant just assume Hunters will do all the work for you
THIS IS REMNANT. ITS KILL OR BE KILLED. YOU EITHER MAKE A FORCE POWERFUL ENOUGH THAT THE GRIMM RUN FROM YOU  OR YOU DIE INSTEAD. ATLAS FAILED. NOW THEY SUFFER.
Emerald stop simpin.
Also that is...the SHITTEST outpost...I have ever seen in my life. My overall thought process of Atlas is...sinking even LOWER than before. 
Though it seems more like a waystation. Bed, Dust, some dudes coat on it. Dead heater. Its probably a rest spot for Specialists out in the tundra.
Ren does the emo sit. Lol. Yang even says it. Brood himself to death.
Alright whats this now...something forcing itself out of the tundra?
And thats it for today! Cool ass concept art at the end there too. 
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jiminspjm · 5 years ago
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Christmas Wish + P. Jimin
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:: this is my present to @chimknj !! merry christmas! im so sorry this is late :(( stupid tumblr wouldn’t send my asks!! i still had fun otherwise. anyway, i hope u had a merry christmas and enjoy your gift! 💓 ::
⇢ [characters] : park jimin x oc 
⇢ [rated] : NC-17 (strong language)
⇢ [glossary] : angsty fluff, oc whines, me trying to be funny, they makeout?? so there is that :) this is just bad okay
⇢ [index] : 1.6k
⇢ [preface] : none.
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“I’m really sorry, little one I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Jimin’s soft voice echoed through the receiver. 
You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes, as you swallowed roughly. Clearing your throat, you smiled to yourself. 
“It’s fine Chim! Honestly, you can’t control the weather. Besides, at least you’ll get another day with the boys.” You spoke softly, picking at the threads of your blanket. Jimin was silent for a few moments, the only sounds you picked up were the boys’ obnoxious giggling in the background. 
“It’s not fine. I feel terrible, I wanted to spend Christmas with you. We haven’t missed one since we got engaged. I’m breaking a streak here.” You stifled a laugh, and rolled your eyes. Huffing under your breath, you fiddled with the piece of jewelry on your ring finger, the gems reflected off the dim lighting of your living room. 
“Oh, quit your whining Park. Better hurry back, or I’ll eat those cookies your mom brought over.” You snorted as he gasped. 
“You wouldn’t.” He spoke lowly. You hummed, looking at your nails.
“Oh but I would, so you better hurry back!” You spoke as cheerfully as possible. Jimin’s chuckle came from his end. “I love you, be safe. Tell the idiots I say hi.” 
Jimin was silent on his end for a moment, before he softly said, “I love you, little one. Merry Christmas.”  Blowing breath from your mouth silently, you bite your lip as your grip on the phone became tighter. 
“Good night Jimin,” you said, pausing for a moment, “Merry Christmas.” You said so quiet you didn’t even know if he heard you, as you brought the device away from your ear and ended the call. That night as you laid down in your bed, you rolled towards the side which Jimin normally sleeps on. Staring at the empty spot made the bed seem bigger than it actually was. You felt your eyes begin to burn once more as you finally surrendered yourself to exhaustion. 
-
You weren’t sure what time you woke up, but it was still dark outside when the front door to your flat creaked open. Confused, you slowly sat up in bed as you rubbed your eyes. You jumped a bit when you heard something break. Stilling yourself in bed, you blinked in the darkness of your room. Quickly ripping off your sheets and scrambling off the bed, you backed yourself into a corner near the window.
Well fuck, Jimin isn’t home? Is someone breaking in? What the hell do I do? This is the worst way to die. 
You felt yourself begin to panic as all these scenarios ran through your head. Taking a deep breath, you decided to stay calm and just think of the best way to approach the situation. You didn’t really have much time to think because the intruder was coming up the stairs. Internally swearing, and planning your funeral, you looked for some sort of way to defend yourself. Scanning your eyes across the room, you blinked through the darkness to try and find something. Eyes skimming over your vanity, you saw your hairspray and made a quick grab for the canister. Tripping over the rug a bit, you tried to calm your breathing as you stood by the bedroom door. A low swear was the first thing you heard before the bedroom door opened slowly.
Adrenaline decided to kick in as you closed your eyes and aimed the nozzle blindly at your assailant. Holding your finger on the nozzle, you looked away as the product expelled from the bottle.
“Please don’t kill me! Please, please, my fiancée will be mad if I am dead and then we have to cancel the wedding, and I really like my dress, and also I haven’t had sex in like a month so PLEASE! Just wait a few days and just-!” Your pleads were cut short when an arm snaked around your waist, and walked you back towards the bed. At this point nothing was spraying out of the can as you opted for trying to knee your assailant in his genitals.
“Fuck, woman your aim is terrible and you just wasted half a can of hairspray.” Jimin grunted, pushing your body on the bed. Wait, Jimin?!
You stopped your thrashing immediately and blinked up at Jimin in the dim lighting. 
“Jimin?” You whispered, letting your body sink into the mattress. “What the hell are you doing?” It was still dark outside, so the only light present was from the moon that shone through the half-opened curtains.
“Uh, incase you forgot this is my bed and my house,” Jimin spoke, leaning his face closer to yours. His hands were now situated on either side of your head, the weight of his body warmed your exposed skin. 
Rolling your eyes, you pushed him back slightly, hoping he would move. 
“I meant, what the hell are you doing here in our home when you should be in the states still.” You questioned, flicking him on the side of his head. 
“Ow, what’s your problem?” Jimin asked, bringing a hand up to his sore head. 
“My problem?” Your eyes turned into slits as you glared at Jimin. “My ‘problem’ Park Jimin, is you! Here I am trying to sleep and you sneak in at, God knows’ what hour! Scare me to death, and here I am trying to defend myself with a fucking hairspray cannister! While your dumbass sneaks in, and nearly gives me a heart attack! So my ‘problem’ Park Jimin is the fact that you are laughing at me right now.” You cut your rant short when you begin to hear his giggle as he leans into your neck. Huffing, you begin to feel frustrated tears in your eyes for no reason at all. To say the least, you are embarrassed. When you begin to sniffle, Jimin ceases his laughter and pulls back from you.
“Woah, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Jimin asks, prying your hands away from your face. You shake your head, crossing your arms over your face. Jimin sighs, and you feel his weight leave your body. Soft footsteps pad to the other side of the bed, a quiet click resonates through the room.
Behind closed eyes you can see a warm glow emit through the room. Sniffling, you feel your arms being pulled away from your face. Shaking your head, you try and resist as Jimin pulls.
“Please, little one. Look at me.” Jimin speaks softly. You relax into his hold, as he gently pulls your arms away. A few seconds pass before you feel his hands slide up your face. His rings are cool against your face, as he thumbs circles under your eyes. “I am sorry for scaring you, and in all honesty I was trying to surprise you.” He snorted. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit, making your nose scrunch. Jimin smiled as you slowly opened your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the now dimly lit room. 
You blink up at Jimin, his plush lips pull into a grin as your eyes flit across his face.
“I hate you.” You murmured, looking him in the eye. Jimin snorts, but his eyes never leave your face. His hair was short, and a light shade of silver. The strands were pushed back, revealing his forehead. His face had a healthy glow- the tan skin stretching across his strong jaw. His plush lips were pulled into a stupid, cocky grin. 
Leaning closer to you, he grinned even more. “You know, for someone who says they hate me, you seem to like to look at me.” Jimin teases, dragging out his syllables. Mustering your best glare, you squint at him and try to ignore the fact that your cheeks are burning. Looking away from him, you try and block out his laughter. Jimin looks down at your flustered state, and tries not to laugh, but he thinks you are so adorable that he can’t help it. You on the other hand, are trying really, really hard to be mad and find any reason to ignore your fiancé. In all honesty though, you didn’t need to be mad. All he wanted to do was surprise you, but your just a big crybaby.
“_ _ _,” Jimin spoke your name gently, causing you to turn your head to look at him. He looked at you, sincerity in his eyes. “I am truly sorry for scaring you and laughing at you. Those were not my intentions, all I wanted to do was surprise you because I promised you I would be home for Christmas this year, and the last thing-,” You were tired of all this rambling, so you leaned up and pressed your mouth against his.
Jimin's’ words became swallowed against your mouth, as he reciprocated the kiss. His lips were soft and there was the faintest trace of vanilla on the tip of his tongue. Groaning against him, you carded your fingers in the strands of his hair and pulled him impossibly close. Jimin grunted against you, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth and pulling it back. His hand gripped tightly around your thigh, winding it around his waist. Kisses becoming breathy, you pulled back from Jimin as he continued to sponge kisses against your neck. 
“J-Jimin,” you whined. He hummed against your skin, sucking slightly on the skin behind your ear. “Let go or I w-won’t forgive your sorry ass.” You said, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. Jimin chuckled lowly, squeezing the flesh of your thigh. 
“Hmm, but what about the sex you were whining about when you thought you were gonna die?” Jimin teased, smirking down at you when he saw your eyes widen. 
“Okay, now I am definitely not forgiving your sorry ass, Park.” You retorted, beginning to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Wait no I’m kidding, please suck my dick.”
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danurso · 6 years ago
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Monster AU Part 1
(Got this idea stuck on my head for a while now, just taking it out of my system)
“Miss...are you sure about this?” The guard asked again, it was the third time he asked that, but judging by the situation none of them could blame him.
“Yes, we’re sure.” Weiss spoke firmly, not letting her voice quiver even in that situation.
“We don’t have other choice, we need to do this.” Blake followed in her calm tone, but no matter how calm she sounded it for sure didn’t matched how she was feeling right now.
“Just give us a few minutes and come back to take us out.” Ruby’s tone was composed, even if they could feel the fear slipping a bit from her voice.
The guard sighed in defeat and pressed an code, opening a thick steel door of the most secure cell prison known by man. “I have no idea of why you misses are doing this, but if something happens to you inside there, i won’t be able to do anything.” The guard said and the four girls nodded.
“This won’t take long.” Yang said, in no better state then the rest of her team, while she was trying to sound calm, the guard could feel how nervous she was, just like her friends.
“Okay, but please be careful, and try not to anger him, if he attack you, we won’t be able to help” the guard said as the girls followed inside the gray cell.
Even though they were in atlas the color scheme of the cell didn’t matched the environment of the white and blue city, the cell was a dark gray tone thanks to everything being made by thick plates of aura reinforced steel, this cell was just like a safe, just way stronger than a normal one. some might think that this was way too much security just to keep one prisoner, but if they knew who this person is or once was, they would understand why all the measures.
“Hehehe, i wasn’t expecting visits.” The distorted voice filled their ears making them shiver, it sounded like two peoples talking at the same time, just that one of them wasn’t human. They looked ahead at the creature stuck in the wall with a steel straight jacket and several steel bars holding his body and his legs. There he was, the twisted reflection of the man they once considered as family, as friend and probably way more then just that.
“It's been a while girls.” His distorted voice filled their ears again, with a wide smirk spreading on his pale lips.
The red reaper gulped visibly. “Jaune…” yes, this creature was once jaune arc, but just a simple glance at his skin, pale as the moonlight just like his hair, and his eyes that once had a heartwarming blue coloration, but now glimmered red like fresh blood and were always surrounded by an black coloration just as dark as the night, would prove anyone wrong.
“Yes rosebud, what can i do for you?” Sarcasm dripped from his words, it was unsettling to say the very least.
“We...need your help.” ruby’s voice kept firm, just not as much as she would’ve liked.
“Help?” He raised an mocking eyebrow “and what do you need my help with rosebud?” He asked sarcastically, not really interested in the answer.
“We’re going into the dark lands, and we need someone to guide us into a specific place and that can keep other grimms away.” Weiss explained anyways.
“We know you have the knowledge to get through the dark lands safely and that you can repel some kinds of grimms.” blake added.
His smirk grew a bit before he spoke up. “After two months without visiting your dear friend, you’re here to ask my help? I feel really offended.” He said, that same sarcasm dripping from his words once more.
“We wouldn’t ask for your help if we didn’t needed it.” Yang replied sharply but shivered when his gaze landed on her.
“Now thats really mean coming from you sunshine, i thought we were friends.” He said.
“Jaune arc was our friend, you’re not him.” She shot back.
He tilted his head slightly to the side. “What do you mean sunshine? I’m still jaune arc, just now im better than i was before, don’t you agree?” an simple ‘no’ was his answer, said answer that proped a short chuckle from him.
“General ironwood and the council decided to get rid of you, so you have only two choices, you can let the army kill you or you can help us and we will keep you alive, as long as you’re helping us in the missions.” She said firmly, her silver eyes filled with determination. “But if you betray us, i’ll have to get rid of you myself.” Ruby said mustering a cold edge that was new to him.
“hehe...hehehehe...GHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” his maniacal laughter filled the cell room as the girls stared at him with a mix of fear and confusion. “these are such big words coming from you rosebud, but we all know you can’t do that.”
Ruby flinched, but curled her hands into fists and spoke up at him. “Yes i can.” She stated.
“Really?” This time his voice wasn’t only filled by sarcasm, it now had a way somber tone as well. “We’ll see about that.”
With that statement they started to hear the sound of metal being contorted and cracking, the locks of the steel bars holding his legs and his body started to crack, eventually giving in and breaking allowing him to walk freely, just to break free from the straightjacket right after and stop in front of ruby, holding her face towards him gently but firmly with his pale and cold hand. “go on rosebud, kill me, do as you say and take away my life.”
The red reaper was frozen on her place, unable to move just like her friends, none of them had their weapons at the moment, all they could do for now is watch in terror the scene unfold in front of them.
“What are you waiting for rosebud?” He whispered, slowly dragging his hand down until her neck. “I could kill you right now if i wanted, why won’t you kill me?”
Ruby stood in silence, sweating profusely thanks to her actual position.
“You can’t do it right?” He asked, not really expecting an answer, so he got closer, whispering in her ear. “Of course, you can’t really kill the guy who was your first friend of beacon can you?”
She just looked down, clenching her fists in frustration while he stepped back and took an good look at all the girls, his smirk grew wider. “You’re all making his really hard to me, i can smell your fear, your sadness and all these negative emotions.” His eyes filled with hunger as he stared at them. “they make me feel so hungry i could easily devour each one of you.” he stepped closer making them back away. “Just imagining your faces as i tear your bodies apart and taste your delicious looking flesh makes me shiver.” He said licking his lips.
The girls backed away until their backs hit the wall, the creature slowly making his way to them, until stopping in front of yang. “Four different girls, i'm sure i could get a extremely good meal out of you.” He pressed yang against the wall, opening his mouth and readied himself to sink his teeth on her neck, but stopped before making direct contact, retreating right after. “That, if i could kill any of you of course.”
At his sudden declaration, the girls started to look at him in confusion and curiosity as he backed away from yang, he gave them that sinister grin once more as his eyes wandered between the girls. “what? Surprised? You shouldn’t be.”
“You can’t kill us?” Ruby asked uncertain.
“No, even though i would love to taste your flesh.” the grimm licked his lips one more staring at them.
“And why you can’t kill us?” Weiss question followed, even though she wasn’t really sure if she wanted a answer, her curiosity was stronger then her.
“Because i love you.” His answer was short, simple and direct to the point.
The four girls were shocked with the statement to say the very least, and so, a confused yang said. “You...what?”
“I love you, is that simple.” He stated. “We traveled around the world for seven long years, and during that time i got to know each one of you way better than i ever imagined, of course, as the coward i used to be i decided to stay quiet, why would four amazing girls have any interest in someone like me, and even after our first encounter with salem, the day when she killed ren and nora, threw me on that pit and turned me into what i am today, i still feel these emotions, these fragments inside me, why do you think you managed to capture me five months ago?” he chuckled darkly and followed before any answer from them could come out. “I let you capture me, because if our fight went on, i would kill you and that thing i used to call a heart would be lost forever to me.”
The previous shock of the girls only seemed to further with his words, of course, after all this years living together and fighting together the girls came to see jaune as a precious friend, maybe even more than that, but they never actually thought that jaune could feel something like that for them.
“My emotions were lost to me a long time ago, except for this one, the ‘love’ i feel for you won’t die no matter how hard i try, and so i have an proposal for you” his lips curled once more into a wide dark smirk. “From now on, i’ll help on your missions, i’ll lend you my strength, my powers and all my knowledge for whatever you want, but…” he stepped closer, sliding his cold and pale finger over their cheeks making the girls shiver slightly. “only if you all accept to be mine.”
His words were both shocking and confusing, but he didn’t sounded like he was kidding in the slightest. “And what do you mean with that?” weiss words kept firm, even being target of his oppressive gaze.
He released a low dark chuckle. “I mean that your lives will belong to me, and i that i will do whatever i want with you, seems reasonable don’t you think?” he said simply, the girls tried to raise a voice to speak but a pitch black aura and a psychotic look from him stopped them. “It would be far too easy to claim you all here, you don’t have any weapons or any dust, in this small space ruby and weiss’ semblances would be useless, blake’s semblance isn’t fit for combat and even if yang could give some work it still wouldn’t be hard to take her down either, by the end of it you would all be weakened helpless since the guards wouldn’t want to risk their lives and this base just to save four girls.” He stated with a large smirk.
The girls were frozen, covered in cold sweat staring at him terrified, his aura vanished and he turned around with a shrug. “but of course i can’t do that, this ‘love’ won’t allow me to do it, and so i am making you this offer, give me your lives and i’ll be at your services.” he turned to them once more and extended his pale hand. “Do we have a deal?” he didn’t even tried to conceal the malice in his voice, staring at them with a devious grin.
The girls could only look between themselves for a moment, what this creature was offering was literally a deal with the devil, they would need to hand him their very souls for him to use them in the way he saw more fit inside that sick mind, in other times they would’ve refused the offer in a heartbeat, but the war is getting worse, having someone like the grimm jaune on their side would make a huge difference, and could even turn the tables at their favor, but at a great cost.
Ruby put the matter to a thought, and, understanding the unsaid message from her teammates, she swallowed hard and gripped the grimm’s hand. “Deal.” She said.
Her words made his grin widen. “Good choice rosebud, you’re not going to regret it.” His voice had the same ironic tone as before.
Still uncertain, ruby spoke up. “And how can we be sure you’re not going to betray us?”
“Have you forgot already rosebud?” He let go of her hand, still staring at them with a wide grin. “An arc never goes back on his word.”
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After everything was decided, the four girls leaved the cell to speak with the general, leaving the grimm back on his own, chuckling darkly to himself. “are you going to stare at me like this all day?” The grimm raised his head from his sitting position and met his scarlet eyes with the marine blue ones of a vision that was once himself.
“no” he replied with a small smile. “I'm just glad that you decided to help them.” He added.
“Im not helping them.” He grinned at him. “I'm helping myself.”
“Maybe, but maybe not.” His reflection said casually in a calm tone. “You know you care about them.”
“I'm a grimm, i don’t care about anyone.” He let out a somber chuckle. “But i will say i like seeing their reactions whenever i threaten them.”
His reflection chuckled and gave him a small smile. “You try to act tough, you act like a monster because you think you’re one, but you’re more human than you imagine.”
“Heh, i'm a grimm, i act like a monster because i am a monster, and i'm not human anymore, if i were i would still be a weakling like you.” The grimm stated glaring with a smirk at his reflection.
“Keep thinking like this, in the end you’ll understand what i mean, and yeah, my time is over and you’re in control now, but that doesn’t mean you’re not jaune arc anymore right?” His words were soft and gentle, carrying an truth that the grimm knew all too well.
“I am jaune arc, just much better than the pathetic guy you used to be.” his words aimed directly to the pride of his reflection, but they didn’t do anything to him.
“You’re right, you’re way stronger than i used to be, but you’re still jaune arc, and despite what they might think, i know you’re always going to protect them, afterall, that's what we’re supposed to do right?” The honesty in his voice was sickening for the grimm.
“Yeah…” he raised his arm, a dark aura surrounded it as it grew bigger, the pale skin of his arm was covered by a darker tone as his fingers elongated and sharpened forming deadly claws and slashing the reflection, denting the thick wall and leaving the mark of the claws on it. He chuckled darkly as his arm slowly came back to its original appearance, he stared with a maniac look at the empty spot where his reflection was before and widened his unsettling smirk. “...we’ll see about that.”
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thotantics · 6 years ago
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Come Back Home
⚤   pairing — reader + Im Changkyun (monsta x)
✎ word count — 2k
✦ genre — smut, fluff
✗ warnings  — dirty talk, descriptions of sex, phone sex
Requested — can you write a, changkyun phone sex please? thankssss 💘            
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Changkyun was exhausted by the time he got back to the hotel. The first thing he did when he sat down was pull his phone out of his bag, where he’d stuffed it away for safe keeping for the night. Once he turned it back on he saw a message from you that he had missed by quite a while, and the sinking feeling of guilt hit his stomach as he opened the correct app to respond to you.
Y/N[9:17pm]: are you busy Changkyun[12:42am]: I’m sorry I missed you, is everything ok? Y/N[12:42am]: hi!! yeah everythings ok, don’t worry Y/N[12:43am]: i just miss you :(
He pouted at his phone as he typed his reply. Changkyun missed you a lot, too, and he felt awful that he had left you hanging for over three hours without a response. He wanted to be a more attentive, available boyfriend. He definitely didn’t want to be laying in a hotel bed in some city so far away from the one he loved at this very moment, body sore and aching and missing the warmth of you laying next to him.
Changkyun[12:44am]: I miss you too, princess. what are you doing right now? in bed sleeping? it’s late back home, right? Y/N[12:45am]: it’s not that late. I’m in bed tho, yeah~ wbu? Changkyun[12:45am]: yes, I’m in bed, too. I wish you were here, you’d love the view from my room. Y/N[12:45am]: send me a pic??
Dutifully, Changkyun got out of bed and walked over to the big windows, the curtains still drawn open to reveal the city lights below, and he snapped a really aesthetic picture he knew you’d love. He made sure he got the angle just right and even put a cute caption over in cursive font “wish u were here”.
Y/N[12:48am]: dummy!! I wanted Y O U in the picture, too, take another
He laughed, turned the front facing camera on and swung around on the spot. He tried not to look as tired as he felt, knowing you’d fuss at him and cut your conversation short if you thought he should go to sleep. Making sure the view was visible behind him, he sent another shot, with the same fancy cursive font that this time read “is this better, brat”.
Y/N[12:49]: much better!! 😍 Changkyun[12:50am]: where’s mine? Y/N sent a photo
He tapped open the photo so he could view it in full screen, smiling serenely as he took in the sight of your tousled hair fanning out on the pillow under your head, you were wearing the shirt you stole from him to keep before he left for tour, and you had the cutest pucker on your lips, with your eyes sparkling with a happiness that he felt pierce his heart.
Changkyun[12:52am]: princess, you’re so gorgeous I can’t stop staring. Changkyun[12:52am]: look at your lips...god, I wish I could kiss you right now Changkyun[12:52am]: I’m really about to book a flight back home just for a kiss. I’m sure my hyungs will delay the concert a few days in order for me to get back Y/N[12:53am]: don’t be silly. does this help? Y/N sent a photo
Changkyun laughed when he opened the next photo to see your cute pucker right up close and personal to the camera, and he couldn’t resist sending a smooch to his screen.
Changkyun[12:54am]: don’t expect a stupid ass pic like that back from me Y/N[12:54am]: u kissed it didnt u Changkyun[12:55am]: ... maybe ... Y/N[12:55am]: lmao I love u 💗 Changkyun[12:55am]: I love you so much sweetness, I can’t wait to kiss your pretty lips for real Y/N[12:56am]: just a couple more weeks! :’) Changkyun[12:57am]: can I call you? Y/N[12:57am]: please, of course
He wanted to see you but for the moment, hearing your voice he hoped would soothe him a little bit. He knew you’d fuss if you saw how much he was yawning and the bags under his eyes. He should have come to the hotel and gone straight to sleep and normally, he knew you’d scold him about such things but Changkyun just missed you more than usual.
“Hi, honey.” You greeted him warmly and he sighed at the sound of your voice in his ear, even from his phone. He sank down onto the bed again, sprawling out on his back, and shut his eyes as he said hello back.
“You sound so sleepy.” You told him, and Changkyun laughed.
“I said one word, how do you know?”
“You should go to bed, honey.” You tell him gently, “I’ll call you in the morning, ok?”
“No, no, wait, wait, wait,” Changkyun said quickly, “I’ll get ready for bed with you on the phone, ok? Just talk to me a while, please.”
“Ok.” You chuckle and it’s like music to his ears as he stands up and begins kicking off his shoes. “How was the show tonight?”
As Changkyun gives you a brief highlight of the show, he finishes undressing and heads to the bathroom, putting the phone on the sink as he brushes his teeth. You find yourself copying his routine, following the familiar pattern that you pick up on when you’re together for long stretches of time. It gives you a thinly veiled sense of domestic stability, the only problem being the distance and length of time that you still had before you would be together again.
He realizes ahead of time that you’re about to be naked together, and what that could mean. You don’t really catch on, unable to see his face and the way arousal is causing his dick to swell.
“Are you drying off?” He asks you, reaching out for a towel and running it over his hair.
“Yeah.” You tell him, sliding your arms into your favorite plush robe and sitting down in front of the mirror, reaching for the hairbrush.
“Are you in that robe I got you for Christmas last year?” Changkyun asks you, a smirk forming on his lips because he can picture it so easily if he just shuts his eyes. You’ll have your legs crossed at the ankle and be brushing your hair, and you smell delicious, and your skin is so soft.
“Yes, I am.” You smile to yourself.
“Guess what I’m doing right now.” He tells you, and his voice is deep and whispery, laced with a roguishness that paints a clear image in your mind of exactly what it was he was doing.
“Are you doing my job?” You ask him with a playful pout.
Changkyun laughs, “Aw, princess. Are you jealous?”
“Yes.” You tell him, and truthfully you were, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched together and rubbed, throbbing in your core at the want, the need to simply turn around in your seat and take him into your hands the way you knew he was doing to himself right then.
“My hands don’t feel nearly as good as yours, baby.” Changkyun tells you sweetly, “Fuc-” He cuts off with a strangled moan, thrusting his hips forward into his tightly closed fist, “I wish it was your mouth instead.”
You lick your lips, shutting your eyes, listening closely. The sounds were maximized by the extra water covering his skin, and the slick pumping was very slow and deliberate. Your lips parted as you concentrate on the sound of Changkyun’s breath, and you slip your hand into the front of your robe, immediately seeking out your clit.
“What about my pussy?” You ask him.
“W-what about it?” He asks and you laugh.
“I bet you would want my pussy even more, right? Instead of your hand.” You encourage him, hoping that he’ll keep talking.
“Oh, fuck.” Changkyun groans, “Yeah...are you touching yourself?”
“Maybe.” You giggle.
“Tell me.”
“Yes, I’m touching myself.” You tell him quickly, “It makes me so wet to hear you touch yourself...the sounds you’re making. I’m rubbing my clit,” You bite your lip, stifling your nerves as heat floods to your cheeks, making you blush crimson at your own reflection across the bathroom counter. You turn, leaning against the counter, spreading your legs a little bit wider, and tell Changkyun, “I definitely wish it was your tongue instead.”
“But it feels good, right?” He asks you, licking his suddenly dry lips, shuffling forward and grabbing his phone in one hand, keeping a grip on his cock with the other, and he headed to go sit on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah, it feels good.” You swallow thickly, “I can’t hear you anymore. Are you still doing it too?”
“Yes, princess. I paused to get a some lube. I miss your pretty pussy, and how wet it gets for me.” He resumes stroking himself then, and you smile when you’re able to match up your fingers sliding down and pumping into your hole in time with Changkyun’s fist around his cock.
“Can I show you?” You ask him, biting your lip at the suggestion.
“Show me how wet you are?” He asks, and you hum in confirmation and he groans, his cock throbbing at the thought of seeing your wet, pink flesh.
“Facetime me.” You tell him, “I want to see you, too.”
Changkyun grabs his phone from the side of the bed to turn on video sharing, his heart racing. It doesn’t take but a few seconds to connect and when it does, he’s rewarded with your flushed face, lips parted, staring with a cute wrinkle in your brow as you wait to see him. When his face shows up on your screen, smiling and sleepy eyed, your face spreads into a wide smile.
“Hi, handsome~”
“Hi, princess.”
“I have something I wanted to show you,” You say, biting your lip and teasing him a little, lifting your hand into frame and showing him the sticky wetness that was coated over your first two fingers. “Can you see?”
“Yes, baby, I can see. Show me more.” He groans, his voice gruff and yet still somehow sugary sweet in his commands. He holds his own phone back, giving you a good view from his hand stroking his cock to just below the eyes.
You give him a nice close up of his favorite things. You toy with your breasts, circling your nipples to let him watch them harden, his tongue practically reaching out to caress them through the phones as in stared.
“Don’t forget the other one.” He tells you when you start to move to your hips, so you pan back up with a giggle and toy with your opposite nipple, too, drawing some of the wetness from between your legs to circle the bud of your breast into a tight peak.
He rewards you for that by swiping his thumb over the head of his dick to collect the precum and then telling you, “Good girl.” before he sucks it off. You move on down, parting your legs and moving a little bit into better lighting, your free hand spreading your lower lips delicately.
“Fuck!” Changkyun gasps, stroking himself considerably faster and harder than he had been. “Fuck, look at you...so fucking juicy.”
“Do you see what you do to me baby?” You purr to him, rubbing your clit briefly before you plunge two fingers deep into your hole, matching the frantic pace with which he was jerking on his dick. “Keep doing it, just like that,” You pant, “Make me cum.”
Changkyun doesn’t stop, he stares with his jaw unhinged at his phone in his hand and strokes his cock fast and hard, squeezing it tight and thankful he added a liberal amount of lube. The visual in front of him helps with the illusion, and the way you were gasping and moaning openly for him as if he was there, fucking into you, and if it was really him that was about to make you cum, and not your own fingers.
“A-ahh!” He groans loud, a warning falling from his lips that’s barely coherent, and he bucks his hips up into his fist. He cries out your name, and then, “Cum with me, ok? Now. Now, now!”
The very first streak of white that paints up his tensed torso, his muscles flexing and his face scrunching up sends you flying over the edge right along with him. Your hips jerk forward and it explodes out of you, gushing a little bit over your fingers as your grind your clit into the heel of your hand.
Changkyun hasn’t had this sort of relief in far too many days, and by the end of it he’s covered his stomach and thighs and his hand all in streaks and small puddles of white. You tell him that if you were there, you’d lick it up for him with your tongue, and he groans, cock throbbing.
“Fuck, princess, what are you trying to do to me?” He groans.
“You started it.” You tell him with a giggle.
“Thanks for this, by the way. I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you, Changkyun.” You tell him with a dreamy sigh, “I can’t wait until you come home.”
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vigilante-cafe · 5 years ago
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Vigilante cafe
Chapter 1: Why me
Warning: Cannibalism, character death, and kind of gore.
Reader discretion is advised
Izuku wasn’t ok. He was far from it even though he got discharged from the hospital earlier that day. Something went wrong; something went seriously wrong. “I’m a monster.” the terrified greenette gasped out between sobs.
~Earlier that day~
Izuku was finally allowed to go home. It was nice to finally be able to get back to having a normal life after the attack. He was going to see his mom in his own house. It put a smile on the greenettes face knowing when he gets home he will be greeted by a warm smile from his mother. Though when he enters his house he is only greeted by darkness. The greenettes smile falls off his face. How could he forget? His mother is at work. She stopped being a stay at home mom a year ago. With a sigh, Izuku shuts the door and makes his way to the kitchen. He hadn’t eaten much at the hospital so he was starving. Opening the fridge he spotted a bowl of his favorite dish katsudon with a note attached to it. Smiling he takes the bowl out popping it into the microwave, and started to read the note from his mother and said “sorry I couldn’t meet you when you got home. I’ll see you at 7. Love you!” with a heart at the bottom of the note. 
When the katsudon is finally done Izuku makes his way to the table and starts to eat. But as soon as he takes a bite he spits it out. 
“Ugh, when did mom even make this?” The greenette gags out and sticks out his tongue. “It tastes rancid.” Izuku quickly throws out the katsudon and goes for something else to eat. He grabs an apple but it tastes rotten. He gets some pasta but its rancid. Somethings not right. Even though Izuku's mother works 11 hours a day she still makes sure their house is clean and the food isn’t spoiled. The greenette stands in the kitchen shocked before practically diving into the fridge. He frantically grabs for food gaging at each bite he takes. Tears start to stream down his face as he takes a bite of string cheese and spits it out. The cheese was the last thing left in the fridge. Everything tasted so foul his body wouldn't let him swallow even a bit of what he put in his mouth. All the contents that were once in the fridge was now displayed all over the kitchen floor. Loud distraught sobs racked Izukus small frame as he punches the floor. 
“Why? Why does everything taste so- so disgusting!?” Izuku screams out. He sobs on the kitchen floor for what felt like a lifetime. 
Eventually, the front door opens stopping Izukus dry sobs for he cried so much he was too dehydrated to cry properly. Wide eyes stared at the direction of the door.
“Izuku I'm home!” his mother Inko chirps out. Izuku can hear Inko take her shoes off and walk down a hall leading to the kitchen. “Izuku? Are you there?” his mother asks. She walks down the hall. As soon as she sees her only son on the floor surrounded by scraps of food she freezes. Wide puffy emerald eyes stare at back at her own. Inko can’t think of what to say to her son that has been crying for who knows how long. 
Izuku brakes down again crying tearlessly. “M-mom I-I’m scared,” the greenette barely rasps out from dry lips. “E-everything… I-I can’t e-eat.”
“Oh, Izuku!” Inkos wobbly voice lets out as she brings her terrified son into a tight hug. “It’s ok. Whatever it is it’s ok.” Inko whispers as she strokes Izuku's messy hair. “You’re strong. You’re so so strong. You can get through this.” 
Hours later Izuku finally stopped crying. But now he’s hungry. He needs to eat something, anything. His stomach growled telling both of them he was hungry. But everything in the house was inedible now. Suddenly something clicks in the greenettes brain. His mother was edible right? If he can’t eat normal food then what else was left besides human flesh? She did smell good. Just thinking about sinking his teeth into Inkos flesh made his mouth somehow water even though he was extremely dehydrated. Licking his lips the greenette bites into his mother's shoulder. He was right it tasted oh so good. He keeps on eating ignoring his mother's screams. He couldn’t stop eating it tasted so good. It tasted so much better than katsudon. Eventually, his mothers screams die down to whimpers as she chokes out “Izuku… why?” before she breathes out one last shaky breath as her eyes grow dull. Izuku finally finishes feasting on his mother but only when there is nothing left of her to feast on. Izuku freezes eyes wide in realization of what he had just done.
“W-what the fuck did I just fucking do?!” the greenette screams out with a shaky voice. “I-I couldn’t h-have actually done something as horrible as t-that! NO I-I WOULD NEVER DO THAT! HEROES DON’T EAT PEOPLE A-And i-i’m gonna be… a… hero” Izuku breaks down yet again. “W-who am I kidding I'm a monster. I ate my own fucking mother. Only a villain would do something like that though I doubt most of them could even do that… I’m… sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m the worst son ever.” more tears fall from Izukus bloody cheeks. “I deserve to die. Yeah, I should just kill myself. I deserve it and it’s not like anyone would even miss me… I don’t want to die. I’m gonna go to jail for life if anyone finds out. I deserve it. I deserve to rot in a prison cell for the rest of my disgusting life. No, I can’t go to jail. I want to save more people. It can’t end with just Kacchan.” The shaking greenette sobs so hard all the blood that was once covered his cheeks have washed off. “Maybe i-if I clean up all the blood a-and burn my the clothes n-no one will ever find out… N-no that won’t work s-someone probably saw her around here… I could go for a bit and act like someone t-took her. Y-yeah that could work. Everything w-will be ok. I-I can get through this.” A small smile forms on Izuku's face as he gets up. His plan could actually work. No one suspects the quirkless wanna be that saved someone a while ago to murder his own mother.
Yes, that just happened. Izuku just ate his own mother and im not sorry.
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fuckthis-and-fuckthat · 6 years ago
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New Years Kiss
Jared Leto×Reader Summary- You have only a few minutes to make the biggest decision of your life. Do you follow your heart and risk everything for love, or swallow your feelings? Warning- Smut
A/N- I didn't go over this cause Im tired as shit
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Jared's at home relaxing, and you're standing in your dates home 10 minutes down the road. You're Jared's live in home assistant and he gave you the night off to enjoy yourself, but you're yelling at yourself for accepting it and being here, standing in these strappy heels and tight red dress, when all you want to do is be with him. The Only reason you actually came was so that you could have a kiss when the clock strikes 12, pathetic right? Pretending like you're not in love with Jared and wishing that he was the one you were kissing. Pretending that everything is normal just for once. But your mind keeps running back to Jared and how your hands want to tangle in his hair and taste his lips. It's 12:30 and you're growing more antsy as time ticks by and you're pratically chewing your lip off. You finally say fuck it and walk out of the door. The time has ticked by and now it's 12:40, meaning you now have only 20 minutes to get down the road. You didn't drive here, so you don't have your car, an uber won't make it in time, and you are not asking your date to drive you home. What options do you have left? Maybe if you start walking now, you can make it. You take off down the road, heels clicking against the asphalt. It's less than a 10 minute drive, so you should probably make it there around the same time, right? Who knows? But when you look down at your watch, 10 minutes of walking has already been taking up, and you're barely past the sign that indicates Jared's house is right up the road. You groan loudly, picking up your pace whilst your feet yell at you. Not only have you been standing on your feet pretty much all day, but then standing for even longer at the party, and to top it off, you're pratically sprinting down the road. Your dress has hitched itself up your thighs and you can't even care at this point because there's 5 minutes left. 5 FUCKING MINUTES! You kick up the speed, your grandma mall walk turns into a full on run, well, it's not a run or a jog, but it's what you're doing. Your hair is stuck in your lipgloss and your tits are flying out of your dress, and your ass is now probably on full display, but you keep pushing. 2 minutes left and you can see the house. Right around the curve and you'd be damned if you don't make it. Your legs are yelling at you to stop and you can't breath, and everything is burning. 1 minute and you're almost there, almost in the driveway. 10 seconds, you're in the driveway and the alarm on your smart watch is counting down from there 5 seconds, you bust through the door, and Jared is standing at the kitchen counter in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, riding low on his waist. 3 seconds, you run towards him. 1 second, and you smash right into him, pressing your lips against his. Your ears perk up at the sound of fireworks bursting in the sky, and you can't think of a better way to end the night. Jared pulls his lips away from yours slowly, lingering just a little. "Were you running?" He tilts his head to the side and a signature smirk plays on his lips. "Yeah..I, umm...yeah I ran." You laugh at yourself through breaths of air and shake your head, "Happy New Year." You offer him a small, shy smile and his turns into a grin. "Happy New Year." He leans his head back down and presses his lips slowly back to yours, parting them just a little to pull your bottom lip into his mouth. You moan at the feeling of his warm lips on yours and his hands around your waist, pulling you right against his. Your hands roam up his body to tangle into his beautiful locks of hair, pulling slightly, and it's his turn to let out a groan, lighting a fire in your panties. This time you pull away, not because you don't wanna kiss him, but because your ass needs some water, "Sorry, I just need some water." Jared's eyes crinkle at the corners, and he moves out of your way so you can reach into the fridge and grab a bottle of water. Once it's in your hands, you're ripping off the lid to down half of the bottle. Hands wrap themselves around your stomach, pulling your ass flush agaisnt Jared's hard cock. A moan slips past your lips and your press back slightly and his fingers dig into your skin. His lips press to the side of your neck and you lean your head back on his shoulder to grant him further access, "I've wanted to kiss your fucking lips ever since I first saw you," his teeth sink into your neck, making your pussy tbrob even more, "you were wearing that tight, little black skirt and those strappy litte heels, and you bent over to pick up your bag, giving me the perfect view of that fat ass," Your heart's thumping in your chest at his words, barely being able to contain your excitement, "and that top your wore, your nipples poked right threw it." His hands roam down your waist and breasts, giving them a squeeze before pressing down on your back and pressing your front to the counter, to your thighs before slipping up your dress to touch your hips again, squeezing them. "Jared....please," you're panting at this point, even more than before. You're so horny at this point, knowing that he's wanted you as long as you've wanted him. You're backing your hips up to rub across his cock and he hisses at the contact, "please touch me." "That what you want, Baby?" Jared snakes a hand around to slip into the band of your panties. His slender fingers are teasing painfully at the band, "you wanna cum on my fingers?" "Yes sir." Your own fingers dig into the counter to try and hold yourself up. "Make me cum on your fingers." "Fuck, you're dirty." He releases his hand from your panties to grab the top of your zipper, pulling it down to help you out of your dress, pushing the straps over your shoulders and down to your feet. Jared traces his fingers over your flushed skin, all the way to your bra, where he unclasps it, sliding that over your shoulders too, throwing it across the room. Then his hands are back on your skin, pushing your soaked panties down your legs where you step out of them, kicking them off of your feet. "Look how wet you are. You're fucking soaked." Your aching cunt clenches around nothing, and without warning, Jared pushes his fingers right between your silken lips. A gasp falls from your lips and he slides a finger into your dripping heat, then adding a second, curling up at the perfect spot, "Oh fuck..." his lips are back on your neck, sucking on your flesh. "God, you're pussy's so tight on my fingers." His words make an inhuman noise come from you and he speeds up the pace of his fingers, pumping them harder and faster, whilst bringing his other hand around to rub your clit. The band in your stomach is tightening faster and faster and you know you're gonna snap soon. His fingers feel so amazing and to finally have him fucking you with him is sending you swirling out of control. Moans are falling freely from your lips and the sensation of his lips nibbling on your neck sends you over the edge. You cum all over his fingers, pussy clenching around them. Jared continues rubbing, continues pumping, and your juices slips down your thighs. You're coming down from your high and Jared slips his fingers out of you, turning you around, letting his eyes travel down your naked body for the first time, "You're fucking beautiful." He presses his lips against yours and smile forms on yours. When you pull away from each other, your eyes are drawn downwards where his throbing cock is straining against his pants. "You're fingers felt amazing, but I want your cock in me."
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hedgewolf-hunters · 5 years ago
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Silence is golden
Drake: Hey you guys want to see one of my adventures from last week? Than take a seat and open those ears up cause have i got a story for you.
In the city of Etrinitat on the corner of main and etheral st a two story old-fashioned wooden establishment sits. The sign a top the doors reads, Alpha & Omega, Bar and grill. Inside was a bustling collection of mobians big and small from avians to deep diggers to the deepest underwater divers. A female dark red wolf is behind a bar counter serving older customers liquor drinks and scaring off under age kids. She has two blue stripes under her sea blue eyes and her hair like fur is done in a single massive braid. Shes wearing a sleevless leather jacket with a tank top underneath, dark blue skin tight jeans and spiked boots on her feet.
"Mom im cutting out early today." A maroon colored male wolf with hedgehog quills barely extending from his head says to the female. He has a black stripe going down the only two quills he has and the same matching blue stripes under his glowing amber eyes. The male is in a sleevless parka, black zipper boots, and gloves with a slightly raised bump on the knuckles.
"Yeah and do what my son?" She asks. Turning to him after serving another customer. The boy places down a crystal double tapping it so a hologram of a bounty appears. Its of a raccon with a list of crimes.
"Drake this guy is an sociopath with a hard on for killing hunters and civilians. Not to mention he probably has a following with him." The woman says.
"Mom i know this. Its the reason i took the job in the first place. You know physical attacks either don't connect or do any real damage, not to mention I'm probably one of only two other people in this building who can actually get close to him." Drake says.
"Sky let the boy go. He needs to learn to take care of himself anyway, and he cant do that if you hold him back from jobs or doing them alone." A purple hedgehog says from the door leading to the kitchen. Her eyes are normal amber compared to the boys, her quills done in a ponytail are greying slightly at the tips as they stop just past halfway down the door. She has a single white stripe on top of her head down her middle quill and a black stripe down each of her outer quills. Shes dressed in sports top and short, and hightop shoes with a chef outfit over it all.
"Thank you Aunt Aura. See mom even Auntie thinks i should give at least one solo job a shot. Look if it doesnt turn out to well than i will not ask again to take a solo. But if it does than can you please just let me do my own every now and then?" Drake asks his over protective mother. Sky bites her lip wanting to say no but knowing they both have a point.
"Fine. But if you get into any trouble trigger the flare and your brother will be there to back you up." Sky says locking a braclet around her second sons wrist.
"Will do ma. Alright ill be back in a couple days. He's in the grassland plains. How he hasnt been caught already, besides his psychotic nature, ill be finding out soon enough." Drake says picking up the crystal and running out the door. He kicks into high gear once outside the bar and runs across the city in a minute flat to the west wall gate.
By nightfall Drake has finally escaped the great forest that surrounds his home and the city. He groans stretching.
"Damn i really wish i had dads super speed, but no, it went to Scarlet and Inferna only. Me and Bane gotta push just to keep up and i have to push harder since Bane can clear the forest in minutes thanks to his wings." Drake grumbles to himself as he stretches his sore legs. A orb flies out from his jacket.
"Oh stop complaining. Your compensation for these little differences is me and our shared abilities. After all none of them can use the Astral plane, like i told you to use, to travel nearly instantly." A feminine voice says from the orb.
"I got excited and forgot ok. No need to chew my head off Aster. Besides wheres the adventure in instant travel? If we had we wouldn't had to chase away those pups from the cargo transport and kept supplies running to the city." Drake says to the orb. The feminine voice huffs and returns to his jacket.
"Fine but when this job is done we go home my way. Last thing we need is for you to lose your prey fending off adolescent feral wolves again." Aster says before going silent again. Drake chuckles as he starts running again headed to the city of the plains Primous.
Day break arrives and Drake yawns from his room inside a old fashioned inn. He arrived around midnight in the city and could only find this building to rest in. He stretches getting a few pops in his back from sleeping on the lumpy mattress. He grunts as he gets up off the bed and walks to the sink in the room. He spashes ice cold water in his face and reaches into one of his inner jacket pockets. Seemingly deeper than it looks he pulls out some morning hygiene tools.
Half an hour later Drake heads down to the main floor and walks out waving bye to the shop keep. The town is now bustling with buisness, cars driving by pedestrians walking around and kids heading to schools nearby. Drake smiles as he jumps up onto the roof and takes in a birds eye view of the city. Whistling as the crowded busy streets clog up in the mornng traffic. A few sky scrapers litter the city and a few cathedrals, his targets usual dumping sites. Smirking Drake jumps from the building and lands on the sidewalk, he heads into the deeper parts of town blending in as much as he can.
Three hours later Drake is stopped at the last cathedral in the city.
"The place where it all started. A city inspector came to check on the building and found several dead bodies placed in various forms of worship. The cops caught video footage of the raccoon in question shortly after the bodies were found in other cathedrals. Mobians have been scared of this place ever since and the neighborhood has been evacuated do to that fear." Aster says while Drake stands by the doors.
"And some mobians have come to worship him as a new messiah with the messages he's left with the last seven victims. I wonder why is it than that they cant trace his signal during the 'Prayer' as its been labeled. Someones gotta have a clue to where this loon is." Drake mumbles as he stares at the gothic doorway of the church. He scratches his head as he turns around and bumps into a young female raccoon.
"My bad little lady didnt see you there." Drake says taking a knee to help her up. She shakes her head with a small smile as she takes his hand of help. Drake smells the blood and goes wide eyed for a second before passing out from a needle in his neck. Aster stays silent as Drake passes out.
"See momma I caught the bad man after daddy." The raccoon girl says pulling the needle out and waving at a bush. The female fox that ran the inn Drake slept at walks out.
"Good girl. Now lets get him inside before anyone sees." The fox says grabbing Drake by his feet.
An hour later Drake groans awake strapped to a table with a light glaring down at him. He thinks back to what happened before he fell out. The flash back coming back he sighs and grinds his teeth a little.
"Seems someone is noticing his mistake." Aster says. Drake glares at his jacket quickly and than lays back.
"Cant blame you for that one, i deserved it. Guess the bait was too good for him to pass up." Drake mutters under his breath to Aster. She snorts in reply and Drake feels something hovering over his hands.
"Not yet, let the bait settle a little more. But if you feel like im in trouble...feel free to get dirty." Drake says the sensation leaves his wrist as Aster sighs. Drake whistles a tune from his childhood as he waits for the next half an hour till his target appears. A four foot tall raccon with well built frame wearing a priests robe.
"Hello my little sheep. Glad to see your comfy in your protective bindings." The raccoon says.
"Well you left me on this slab with nothing to get comfy with so i made do." Drake replies.
"Heh you are quite the talkative type arent you little sheep." He says.
"No shit Sherlock, I've been stuck up here for half an hour with nothing to do but whistle an old lullaby." Drake says
"Hmm, do you know why you are here little-"
"Call me little sheep one more time and I'm gonna tear a hole through your windpipe." Drake interrupts the raccoon getting tired of that comendering tone that follows the words.
"Fine than hunter, i assume you are here for my head but it seems you're about to lose yours." The raccoon says dropping the fatherly tone to his true thug accent. He walks towards a table with a bloody cloth over it and powerlines leading out from underneath it.
"You assume I'll lose my head here, but let me ask you, do you know why i didn't tear your daughter in half before the needle touched my skin? Or why I didn't drag your wife out of the bushes when they hid behind me?" Drake asks making the raccoon stop in his tracks. Aster uses the moment to slice the straps lightly, enough that they can be broken with even the slightest move. The raccoon turns around glaring at Drake.
"Dude you think I didnt notice the table setting in the back of the inn? Or that i was being followed from cathedral to cathedral? Not to mention your ladies eyes when she heard me say i was a hunter." Drake says. The raccoon looks confused.
"Than why did you allow yourself to be captured?" He asks walking over to Drake puzzled now.
"Honestly i didnt know you would send your own flesh and blood to capture me, that threw me for a loop for a second. But its just how I hunt by myself. I dont go looking for prey i let them come to me." Drake finishes with a grin freeing his hand and grabbing the raccoon by his robe and tossing him over the table with the power tools. Drake quickly curls into a spin dash to free himself and stands up on the floor. Two gunshots in his direction make him turn towards the firing squad of the wife and child. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Drake summons Aster in physical form. A scythe blade with a gap where its connected to the curved staff, a smaller blade growing out the opposite side. Gold trimm visibly and bulbously formimg a drip down pattern down the staff till it reaches the bottom where the gold turns into a spear point.
Drake spins the scythe around in his hand as he walks towards the two females. Bullets bounce off the scythe like rubber as Drake gets closer to them. Once the ammunition is out Drake stops spinning the scythe and grabs a point on the foxes collar bone that sends her to sleep. He back steps the small Raccoon and slams the wood down across her back before striking her several times with his fingers in specific locations to immobolize her and put her to sleep as well.
"Now that the peanut gallery is take care of, where were we?" Drake asks gibing Aster one final spin before resting her against his shoulder. The male Raccoon has stumbled back on the floor.
"You are some sort of Demon, you must be!" He exclaims. Drake snorts as he grips Aster with both hands.
"Hear that Aster, he thinks we're demons." Drake says. A shimmer from the balde makes the Raccoon back up more.
"Ah if only he could hear me, id havea few choice words for him to show him how demon like we are." Aster says to Drake. Drake grins watching as the man scrambles for a knife. He stops a few feet away from the raccoon whos now on his feet with a serrated blood covered machete. Drake leans one foot forward and one foot back, lowering Aster to hover above the floor he holds her with both hands at the ready to swing. The raccoon charges at Drake like a scared child wildy swinging the machete. Drake waits till hes within two feet of them and swings Aster in an upward arc going right through him, than coming back down in the opposite direction. He side steps as the raccoon passes him still swinging scared. Drake finishes by slicing aster through his neck. All three attacks leave no mark on the raccoon whos confused as he felt the blade go through him all three times.
"Im gonna give you two options now psycho. Come quietly and live out your days in a jail cell nice and comfy. Or." Drake says snapping his fingers. The cuts slowly form where the blade touched, not deep like they should be but enough that they are drawing faint amounts of blood.
"I let your cuts form fully to the point of no return." Drake says making a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat. The raccoon gasps in pain feeling the sensation of the two across his body getting deeper agonizingly slowly.
"Please, just stop the pain! Take me in but stop this torture." He begs. Drake raises a brow and steps over to the writhing raccoon.
"You think this is pain? You think i should show you mercy that you never showed to twenty others? No this isnt pain and suffering, this isnt torture yet little sheep." Drake says makimg the raccoon look up at him for a moment. In that moment drake showed him something few others see unless he wants them too.
"Remember you know nothing of suffering, pain, or torture. I'll take you in but you nore your family will remember the other. Of that i will make sure of." Drake says lifting Aster and slamming the spear point down onto his targets head.
Drake: No i didnt kill the guy. Aster can sever bonds and memories with her spear point. I simply took all threes memories of being together from the point of the killings. The wife thought he had left her and the child and thats the way it will stay while the shit rots his life away in prison now. And quick note from the mun that no more stories this week. He'll have more ready next week but this week he will be focusingnon his other project. If you want to Rp with us we can do that or answer questions. But no stories for the next six days.
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