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i-jus-wanna-writehappy · 8 months

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Abundance

incubus!Gojo Satoru x black!fem!reader

Warnings/Content: 18+ only cursing, praise kink, some spit (not spit play), blowjob, toy usage, joint (that isn’t relevant until part 2), deep throat, cum eating (both), dirty talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl), porn with plot

Author’s Note: well fuck. I got sick as hell and it pushed back all of my kinktober work. I’ll still publish them all, they’ll just be coming out in through November. Anyways, I hope you enjoy and let me know if you’d like to be tagged in Part 2

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You gnaw on the skin at the edge of your thumb nail nervously as you look at the shoddy, yet well intentioned miniature hut you’ve built with the help of YouTube, 20 minutes of sleep, and the 4 shots of tequila you guzzled to quell your anxieties after said 20 minutes. If we’re being honest, it doesn’t seem like the kind of offering a deity of abundance would really like, but it’s the best you could do, and you cross your fingers and snap a picture, hoping it’ll be enough.

Not even 5 minutes after sending your photo does your phone ping with Shoko’s personalized ringtone.

It’s kinda plain. Put some flowers or something. Or a money tree… duh

You grumble at the message, but still jump up and throw your feet into two mismatched shoes before sneaking out to your apartment courtyard and ripping some of the flowers from the display out front. Crouched down, you check to see if anyone is around again, the jumbo beads on the ends of your braids clatter and nearly erase any semblance of stealth that you have as you rush back into your apartment, not even breathing until your back is flat against your door.

Looking at your cozy one bedroom with fresh eyes, you notice that not only is your hut plain, but it’s also sitting on your coffee table where no sun can reach it. Taking your thumb back into your mouth, you kick off your fuzzy slide and wedge sandal and get to arranging in a way that will hopefully make Shoko proud.

She’s an expert by zero means at all. She really just sent you the first abundance ritual post that popped up on Pinterest after listening to you freak out about how long you and your colleagues have been striking at the office and what are you going to do with only a side hustle and a half? You’re both as knowledgeable as each other when it comes to summoning anything but a free drink at a club, but only one of you thought to check Pinterest and now maybe the other one is looking for some validation because even if it’s shoddy, she worked really hard and would like to hear that she did good.

So though you send the photo of your hut, now preciously decorated with maybe too many flowers and sitting in the sun with only a “Fuck you, she’s pretty 🥹”, Shoko is quick with her reply, knowing exactly what you’re looking for.

Much better, very pretty. You did a pretty good job honestly.

The praise has a smile growing wide on your face, you did do a pretty good job for your first go at it. You stayed up all night and even added a few symbols (sigils? Fuck if you know) to the bottom for good measure. That kind of dedication deserves a reward, so you decide to take yourself out on a date. These have been a hard few weeks and until the deity, fairy, or whoever does it, you will give yourself an abundance. Of love and care that is.

As you return home an hour or two after the sun has set with two handfuls of bags and leftovers from your lunch with Shoko, you feel satisfied, maybe this was the work of your sweet little hut. “Give back to the universe what it gave to you.” You whisper before places a small wet kiss to the smooth, misshapen roof of what you have now decided to call a cottage, potentially thanks to a few dinner mimosas that were not your idea, but we’re happily consumed.

With your day having been lived and the universe having received your thanks, early or otherwise, you drop your clothing and beauty supply bags beside your couch and set your leftovers on the counter to wait for you until after your shower. You let out a long groan of anticipation as you try to undress without the hands currently pushing your braids into your bonnet.

You’re absolutely right to anticipate your shower. The steaming water is loosening knots in your shoulders you didn’t even notice were there. Just as you go to reach for your body wash and wash rag, a shiver runs down your spine and ends as a warm buzz between your legs. The intensity catches you by surprise, almost making you slip out of your bathtub and wiping away your soft intoxication.

Catching yourself quickly, you push your urges down, you have plans for her already; leftovers, specialty ice cream, a rose-petal wrapped joint, and the cute little rose toy you picked up today. It’s nothing fancy, but you figure that your date should end the right way, and you deserve to be wined and dined before putting yourself to sleep as you throughly plan to. It’s hard, let’s not downplay the severity of this arousal, you’re stalled for nearly two entire minutes, fearing any movement right now ruining your plans, but your brain wins and you’re able to finish your shower with major discomfort, but no worries.

Out of your shower and donned in your favorite panties and flirty nightgown, you begin to set up your bedroom for your eventful night, lighting candles and putting your comfort show on the television all of your friends hate that you keep in your room (until they’re all staying over) while your leftovers spin in your microwave. All the while, you can’t get rid of the infuriating itch in your lower belly, demanding attention. “Guess abundance can mean anything.” You mutter as you cut your eyes over to your cottage while removing your food from the microwave.

There’s no one to blame but yourself, you figure as you shut off the rest of the lights in your apartment, and while the abundance isn’t fully working out how you want right now… that doesn’t mean you won’t wake up to a 30 million dollar check in the mail from a secret admirer.

Though you don’t have time to be amused by your thoughts, instead, you’re frozen in your doorway, petrified by the two icy blue eyes glowing in the darkest corner of your room. As your eyes meet, another wave of arousal rushes over you, threatening to knock you off of your feet, but you’ll be damned if you drop your leftovers, opting instead to squeeze your thighs together softly as his mouth cracks open into a wide smile, teeth just as bright as his eyes.

The man begins to approach you, each step feeling like a vibration in your core, and as your mind reels, you figure that he has to be the deity. Granted, now that he’s out of the darkness, he does look good enough to eat - tall and lean, black dress pants running along the incredible length of his legs to gleaming shoes and a white button-up shirt that looks soft enough to wrap your pillow in, just enough buttons open to show the peek of a silver necklace glinting beneath - but you’d be lying if you said you thought a real person could turn you on to this extent. He stops once the cool tips of his shoes rest against your toes, his burning gaze lazily dropping to the soft pink polish on your toes before dragging its way up past the hem of your nightgown to your chest, lingering there as his Cheshire smile grows even wider and his eyes make one final jump to meet yours. “Hey.”

Having him so close to you is an adjustment you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to make as you feel your pussy flutter around nothing. You have no idea what to say in response, and before you can think about it, or simply whimper instead, your mouth moves without your permission, “Are you a fairy?”

The man throws his head back in a boisterous laugh, his lower lip poking out in a mocking pout when he meets your eyes again, “Awe, pretty girl,” A cool thumb caresses your cheek, your body still adjusting to his pressure, “Were you supposed to be summoning a fairy?” Nodding, your shoulder lifts in a halfhearted shrug, “Or a deity. Of um, of abundance.”

He removes his hand from your face and clicks his tongue, not relinquishing his pout as he pulls one of your cottage flowers from his pocket. “And here I thought you were trying to set the mood.” As he maneuvers the flower behind your ear, you realize that you hadn’t even noticed that his pockets were stuffed with all of the flowers you’d set up to welcome… whatever he was. Luckily, he answers your question after plucking the long stem from the flower behind your ear, “My name is Gojo Satoru, and I am the finest incubus you can summon.”

You’re not given much time to process, your confused (and betrayed) gaze still out of your bedroom door and set on the naked cottage as Gojo takes your hand and pulls you towards your bed. He takes a seat on the edge, releasing a hum of delighted satisfaction at the soft bounce, and rests you so you’re standing between his open legs, the tv flickering colors across his face, all paling in comparison to his eyes. “I summoned a demon?” Gojo nods, smile ever present and hand not yet leaving yours, “Can incubi also bring money?”

Gojo chuckles, “You ask a lot of questions don’t you?” He pulls another flower from his pocket and rips the stem off with his teeth before placing behind his own ear, “I’ll answer that one and any others you’re allowed to ask until we’re done, okay?” His okay is punctuated by his hand releasing yours and instead mirroring his other to slowly trail up your legs and beneath your nightgown.

“For starters, you’re gonna call me Satoru tonight, or however much of it you’re able to get out later.” A cheeky smirk as he looks up at you through his frosty lashes makes you want to feel his mouth on you and see if it’s as chilled as the rest of him is, but he’s also a demon, so using your newly mastered skill of beating your desires back until you just barely have control, you nod and clench your thighs again, “Okay, Satoru.” His hands have reached the hem of your panties now, fingers bunching the material until he clasps the entire sides in both hands, “Good! Now, as far as money goes, usually, no, but, if you’re a good girl for me, I just might reconsider.”

If you weren’t already struggling to keep your breath softer than a pant, you’d probably be embarrassed at how your legs quiver at the label, especially when Satoru acknowledges the shake with a groan deep in his chest and the tortuously slow descent of your panties, which he follows with the burial of his nose in the crevice between your thighs over your nightgown. After he finishes a deep breath, he releases your panties to land on the floor and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he chuckles again. “I’m a demon, not a monster, you’re not in any danger.” The end of the statement is very pointed, Satoru’s eyes serious as he says it, though they soften again when you nod, some of the returned tension in your shoulders dropping with the motion of your head.

Satoru’s icy hands have made their way back up your legs, his fingers digging into your ass as he kneads the fat of it, the crotch of his pants tightening in response, “Last answer, no more questions til we’re done; I don’t care about your neighbors, don’t muffle any of the sounds you make. I know I won’t be, so it’ll be a waste if you try.” While you heard Satoru, your entire body’s attention has been focused on his cock trying to break through the zipper of his pants, and with one more nod, this one much less invested than your prior, you drop to your knees in front of Satoru. He goes to protest, but you offer a silent trade, offering him your leftovers, though he doesn’t take the plate until you pull your lust blown eyes from the growing tent in his pants to meet his own. Once your eyes meet, Satoru laughs, almost giddy, and takes your plate, “Are you repaying me for earlier?”

Your fingers fumble with his pants, your anticipation so high, you can barely function. You have to taste him, and you most definitely have to do it now, besides, Satoru is counting on you to be a good girl for him, “I’m gonna try.” You mutter as you finally get his pants undone. Satoru takes a forkful of leftovers into his mouth, those paralyzing eyes of his focused on you.

Taking a note from Satoru’s book, you slowly, tortuously pull his pants down, your lips leaving wet kisses along his snowy happy trail. Satoru is about to say something else, but you finally get his pants down low enough to see he isn’t wearing any underwear beneath his perfectly tailored pants and lick a path from one side of his pelvis to the other, forcing him to cut off whatever he was going to say with a breathy groan.

The noise makes you impatient, yanking Satoru’s pants just low enough for his cock to come springing up onto his stomach, long veiny, and begging to be touched. Flicking your eyes up to his flushed face, you guide his tip into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and pushing your tongue against the sensitive skin just beneath the head of his cock, a smile constricting your mouth even more when the repeated motion causes Satoru to flop back onto your bed with a long whine.

Taking a deep breath in through your nose while you can, you glide his twitching length over your tongue until the cool, yet angry red tip pushes at the back of your throat. The entirety of Satoru can’t fit into your mouth, the very base of him eluding the warm wet embrace, so to make up for it, you sit up on your knees and extend your tongue to lick what your lips can’t reach, spit pooling into the short shorn hairs you can’t quite bury your nose into. Now Satoru moans, low and lulling, setting your plate beside himself on your bed and tossing his head back. As you lift your mouth from his cock slowly, tongue lazily dragging behind, Satoru’s breaths turn into shallow pants. You can’t remember the last time you wanted to savor something so badly, or the last time you wanted to devour something so grossly it’d be hard to look your mother in the eye. Satoru is using one hand to push his fluffy hair off of his forehead and the other is lying limp over the edge of your bed. His moans and whines have your pussy clenching and dripping, aching for the relief that comes when you slip two of your fingers into your heat.

As the stimulation on your g-spot and the dizzying heat of Satoru’s slack jawed stare make you moan around the head of his cock, you suddenly drop your mouth back down on him until his spongy head makes harsh contact with the back of your throat. The feeling pulls a deep growl from Satoru, the edges of his licked lips curling as you repeat the motion, building a steady pace of slow ascension and burning descent until the sounds of your clattering beads, moans, and squelches of your fingers fidgeting in your pussy are joined by the wet, choked cry forced from your lips every time you make that bruising collision.

“So good, baby. You’re doing so good for me.” Satoru praises you, reaching for something on the small end table beside your bed, sharp blue eyes still trained on you and summoning another wave of arousal over your curling fingers. You moan at the feeling, air in the room growing thick and Satoru sits up now, resting his weight on his left arm as he extends the other to you, revealing your new toy. You still your movements, your aching throat enjoying the reprieve as you gaze up at Satoru, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and your tongue lazily sliding along his twitching length. “I wanna taste you while I fuck your mouth, pretty girl, you can use this.”

You don’t go to move for the toy, not because you don’t want to, of course, but once again, as your eyes flicker from his open hand to his face, his eyes, your body’s actions seem to be incredibly limited, only allowing for your pussy to clench tighter around your fingers and your mouth to release a needy whine around Satoru’s cock. Hissing at the vibration, his expression gets serious, “Take it and use it. Give me your hand.” His demand turns your brain back on and you pull your fingers out of yourself with a loud pop, your wetness dripping onto the floor as you present your sticky fingers to Satoru, your other hand dropping into his own to drunkenly grasp the pink toy.

Satoru is smiling again, pulling another cock muffled whimper from you, “Awe, baby, is that all for me?” He coos, cheeks flushed as he licks at some of the sticky arousal that has dripped down to your wrist. You nod, needy moans and whimpers leaving your mouth more often than breath at the moment, and your heat missing something to grip as Satoru’s eyes roll back into his head as he groans hungrily at the taste of you. When his eyes meet yours again, they’re dark and hazy, almost making his cheeky grin look ravenous, devilish. “You should have told me you tasted so good.” He doesn’t leave any room for response - not that you really could in your state anyway - before his head gestures to your hand, still lying in his, “Use your rose, pretty girl. I want you to cum with me.”

Now that your new toy is turned on and pressed against your clit, Satoru gently grips the back of your neck, his thumb gently stroking the skin behind your ear as he savors the taste of your arousal on your fingers, “Relax your mouth, baby, okay?” This time, Satoru let’s you nod in response before his grip on your neck tightens and he thrusts his hips so he hits the back of your throat again, the sensation making you both moan loudly. He barely pulls back before plunging his cold cock head right back into the increasingly more sensitive spot. Relentless, Satoru keeps his pace, whimpering broken fragments of praises and your name as he sucks and licks at your hand, cleaning you up with a greedy attention to detail that almost makes you wish he was licking into you in tandem with the you making your thighs shake.

Almost. But as Satoru’s thrusts begin to speed up and his licks begin to turn into dragging bites to your palm, you relish in the feeling of having his heavy cock twitch in your warm mouth and his balls gathering and spreading the drool seeping out of your mouth with loud slaps. He’s loud, he’s rough, he’s greedy, and as Gojo Satoru clenches his jaw and interlocks your fingers, begging you to cum with him and telling you how good you feel, you’re sure he’s also absolutely divine. His lidded eyes and slack jaw are enough to have you clenching your thighs and moaning loud and long as your orgasm crashes over you, so strong your vision goes white for a moment.

Satoru lets out a low broken moan as he watches your orgasm rush through you, contorting your face and constricting your mouth around him. His short fingernails are digging temporary crescents into the back of your neck as he holds you down on his cock as far as he can manage, “Eyes up here. Watch what you do to me.” Satoru waits patiently, grinding into your mouth slow and hard until you’re able to lull your eyes back to his.

As soon as you make eye contact, Satoru reaffirms his grip on your neck and begins to piston his hips, making his earlier pace seem geriatric. “Fuck, been so good for me, haven’t you?” Satoru pants out, voice soft and raspy. You hum an acknowledgement around him, a nod barely able to be formed due to Satoru’s rapid thrusting, but your whiny confirmation, the beg for his approval buzzing around his aching cock is all Satoru needs. With his jaw slack to release a loud throaty moan and his snowy eyelashes fluttering, Satoru cums down your throat, warm and so, so filling. As he twitches against your tongue, holding you so far down his length tears slip between your lips and add to the salty flavor of him filling your mouth, Satoru chuckles breathlessly, “That’s right… take it all.”

Satoru doesn’t let his hefty cock slip out of your mouth until you’ve swallowed all of the cum he gave you. Untangling your hands, Satoru pulls you up so you’re straddling his lap and he sets to wiping the tears from your cheeks and sweeping the cum that seeped out of the corners of your mouth up with his thumb. “Open up, pretty girl, you’ve got leftovers.” Satoru coos, the cheeky tone he never abandons for long makes you huff in soft indignation, but the compliment has you moving forward to suck the digit into your mouth, being sure to clean it of Satoru’s salty cum, eyes closing at the flavor and pussy fluttering again.

Opening your mouth to release Satoru’s thumb, you rub yourself against his still stiff member, subconsciously scratching the itch he seems capable of continually causing, “I wanna do that again.” You’re insatiable as you hump your way through your sentence, wanting him so badly you can’t stop yourself from gripping his shirt so tightly your knuckles hurt as you run your clit over his bulbous head, high pitched whimpers falling from your lips at every pass.

You lean in to kiss Satoru and lick the smug grin off of his face, but he moves away, reveling in how your pout after chasing his lips doesn’t result in him meeting you excitedly, tongue startlingly warm and licking a path through your mouth. “No baby,” Satoru flips you effortlessly, standing to slowly discard his clothes as he watches you rub your thighs together, “Now I do my job.” Fully naked, adorned only in the thin, glistening chain and the securely placed flower he set behind his ear earlier, Satoru creeps himself up the bed towards you.

One sloppy kiss after another, Satoru hums his way up your body. As he’s passing by your pussy, Satoru pushes your thighs open and with his tongue flat, he licks one mean stripe up your slit before abandoning your lips entirely and setting to nibbling at your neck. Before you can protest though, Satoru slips one of his long fingers into you, immediately curling to where you’re most sensitive, “You gonna be loud for me while I fuck you full, pretty girl?”

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Well since the new Horangi skin came out now and twitter is going feral over it- how about some Eldritch!König and Monster Horangi?

Otherwise I will steal your rips (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

I have been WAITING for this. I have been goddamn WAITING!!!

Also, I'm sorry guys, I can't keep doing the ö.... My German friend has informed me the oe is fine so that's what I'm using

Horangi drew all of the symbols on to the floor, kneeling down in the middle of the circle. He cupped his palms together and raised them slowly. Unlike other invokers, he did not speak the words, just prayed silently before slicing his hand. Blood dripped into the sigils and spread slowly. His blood darkened before lightening, making a gorgeous color.

"I summon a creature from the deep. I need assistance." Horangi finally spoke, feeling a presence. He didn't need a big creature to do this. Just anything from the deep would work.

"Hello summoner." The voice crackled and fizzed. It was hard to actually make out the words but Horangi had experience.

"I have a request. May I first know your name?"

"Koenig." It growled, the voice vibrating the walls.

Oh.

Oh no.

Horangi refused to feel fear, but this was a problem. While Koenig was not a violent being, or a particularly sadistic one, he was known for being powerful. A king as his name sake suggested. It was foolish of Horangi to not specify a name, but he hadn't exactly expected the King of the Deep to answer a lowly summoners call.

"Hong-jin, correct?"

"I prefer Horangi." His name was not something Horangi like throwing around and the fact that this creature knew so easily... It unsettled him.

Koenig moved closer, clearly behind him. "Horangi." His voice. It made something in Horangi weak. Something, probably fear, told him to run far away, but he knew better. That would make him prey and he didn't want to know what the King does to prey.

Breath, definitely not real because such creatures did not need to breath, erupted on his neck. "Tell me, Horangi. What do you want?"

"I've... fallen into debt. I want enough money to get myself out of it." Horangi shivered as Koenig started to lift more. He clearly towered over him.

"You wish to be debt free." Koenig repeated.

"Yes. I can offer my service. Blood. If you crave death, I can give you that."

Koenig hummed and the walls vibrated. Horangi's body had a visceral reaction. His hands raised to cover his own ears but he stopped them, not wanting to offend.

"I don't want any of that."

"What do you want? I will try to procure it." Horangi had almost nothing else to offer.

"Easy. Your body."

Horangi hesitated. "I appreciate that you answered my call. But I do not want to be devoured at this time, thank you." He went to dismiss him.

Koenig grabbed him. His hands were huge, easily wrapping around his waist with his fingers touching. He laughed and Horangi was surprised that it didn't hurt. A warm liquid sensation filled his veins in response to the sound.

"My tiger, my little summoner. I am sure you would taste very sweet, but I am not interested in tasting you that way. It has been a while since I..." His hands gently slid under Horangi's shirt. He sounded... shy?

The great King of the goddamn Deep. Shy. By... him?

It hit him suddenly. "You want..."

"The carnal pleasures, yes."

Horangi laughed, almost hysterically. Koenig started to pull away. "Wait, no. I... Yes. I will. If you promise to free me of my debt, you can... use me. I only ask you don't drive me insane or kill me."

The hands squeezed him gently before pulling Horangi's shirt off gently. "I will do my best."

Horangi went to protest but Koenig grabbed him before he could get anything out. He was turned around and lifted, his legs set on something that seemed to be... approximately shoulders. It meant he was close to the King's mouth and that was more pressing.

His form hurt Horangi's eyes. There was a writhing mass of tentacles in a shape that looked like a mockery of humans. It didn't make sense. His mouth was too big for his face with so many teeth. His tongue ran along Horangi's inner thighs. It felt both cold and hot. It cut into his skin like razor blades and the saliva that dripped from his tongue made the skin it touched feel even more sensitive.

Horangi couldn't help but struggle. He was so far off the ground and it hurt. Tentacles wrapped around him immediately, keeping him locked into place. His hands went above his head and his legs were spread as far as they could. The slick from them had the same effect, making his skin feel so sensitive. Pleasure started to barrage his nerves and Horangi felt himself relaxing into it. The deal had been struck and he found himself start to enjoy this.

His blood started to run from where Koenig had licked him. He kissed the wound gently, his lips much softer. A tentacle rather gently asked for entrance to his mouth, so he opened it, letting the tentacle go down his throat. He didn't gag and he tried not to think about what Koenig was doing to him to make that happen.

Something that felt like a hand grabbed him and gently started to rub at his hole. He whimpered and one of the tentacles wrapped around his dick. It held him tightly and stroked him, adding more pleasure to the already intense feeling. An appendage finally entered him, spreading him open. It stretched him until he thought he'd break. He didn't know how deep it went but every drag or thrust had his eyes rolling back in his head.

More slick filled him, flowing down his thighs. His nerves set on fire as it did. Whatever soaked into his skin did... something. Every touch, no matter where it was, sent pleasure shooting up his spine. The slightest brush against his spine had his back arching and legs shaking. It was too much, overwhelming and yet he didn't feel himself getting any closer to release. That may have been a good thing, since he had no clue when Koenig would be done with him.

His teeth pressed against the tentacle in his mouth and it was ripped out of him.

Large eyes opened in front of him. "No teeth!"

"What are you... You're doing..."

"Yes, I'm manipulating you. Getting rid of that nasty gag reflex, getting rid of most of the pain, making it feel more intense. I'm a God and you're a plaything." Koenig said it like he was amused Horangi didn't assume it. "I'll put you back together when I'm done." The tentacle shoved back in to him. "Now no more teeth."

Horangi reluctantly melted back into the feeling. Slowly, achingly slowly, he felt himself adjust, the pleasure clouding his mind. He pressed against the tentacle thrusting into him. It slipped further into him and he moaned, licking at the one still in his mouth. Another one started to poke at his hole and he immediately started to wiggle, not sure it could fit.

It did. He screamed the entire time as Koenig did not dull this feeling, but the pain didn't deter him as much as it should. The two currently inside him moved in tandem, clearly trying to prepare him. Tears streamed down his face as more slick ran down his legs. Part of him hoped they didn't find his prostate because he wasn't sure he could handle the abuse they would no doubt inflict on it. The tongue, luckily not as sharp feeling, ran along the scars on his face.

"Did they inflict these, my little tiger?" His mouth moved down, sinfully soft but mindbreakingly hard. The contradiction of his very being made him both recoil and press into him. It sucked hickeys into his skin and licked roughly over his chest. He should be close, he knew he should, but he wasn't. It was a special type of edging and he didn't know how to handle any of this.

They all left him. All of the tentacles moving away to leave him empty. Even the one that had been stroking him disappeared.

"No, please." Horangi had never heard himself so desperate or so wrecked. His hole clenched on nothing and he was sure if Koenig set him down and left, he'd never recover.

Koenig pulled him closer but covered his eyes. "You asked I don't drive you insane. I believe its best you don't see me right now. You've... I can't focus enough like this to make myself palatable for you. I am sorry."

Horangi just shook his head. "please... Please..."

"Shush now. Don't think too hard about this, understood?"

Horangi did not understand but he nodded desperately. The flesh he was on was ice cold, but it made his skin feel warm. It pressed against him firmly to keep him in place. Something pressed to him and he realized what Koenig meant by don't think too hard.

It was too big. Far, far too big. Fuck that fact that it didn't make sense and seemed to writhe slightly, it wouldn't fit.

Horangi felt his mind clear as if it was a whiteboard that Koenig cleaned for him. Gently, because Koenig truly did not want to hurt him, he pulled him down.

He wailed. Pain and impossible pleasure ran through him and none of the sensations he felt made sense. He felt the pressure around Koenig's cock like he felt it breaking his body. He felt the hands running up and down his spine just as he felt the warm flesh of his own back under his hands. Horangi collapsed into Koenig, digging his hands into flesh that made no sense.

He finally felt himself get closer to release. Every time he tried to think of anything other than the dizzying sensations, Koenig would gently pull his thoughts back to him. If he thought this would protect Horangi's sanity, he was sorely mistaken. The invoker sobbed and whined desperately, unable to do more than take and take and take.

Koenig forced his head up off his chest and kissed him sweetly. He let Horangi come on him but didn't let him come down, forcing him to stay at the peak of his orgasm until Koenig finished.

Horangi clenched around him over and over again, sanity starting to singe at the edges. Just as he was about to plunge into madness, Koenig came and let him come down.

It felt like warmth and nothing else. Then, Horangi was empty again, being cradled. Something pressed against his mouth and he opened it slowly, feeling something be pushed into hit.

"Eat. It's human food, do not worry."

Horangi did as told, slowly chewing. Grapes, he was pretty sure. He swallowed, pre expecting for it to hurt. There was no sensation. Carefully, he moved his legs and then tensed his abdomen. No soreness. No hint of pain. Not even the sensation of wetness from the slick and cum.

"Like I said, I put you back together." Very human hands and a very human body continued to cradle him as he came back.

"Is it safe to open my eyes?"

"Yes."

Horangi did, looking into the same eyes as before, just human sized. A gorgeous blue. He wore a hood that covered his face and he was still rather large, but very human like. Convincing if Horangi didn't know better.

"Thank you."

"Of course, liebling." Koenig's hands patted over him almost professionally before he nodded. "You are fixed. I shall hold up my end of the bargain and clear you of your debt."

He grabbed Horangi's hands and although he saw them, he saw that they went no where near Koenig's mouth, he felt the sensation of his knuckles being kissed still.

"If you ever need me again, I shall ask for the same thing."

"What if I only want the sex?" Horangi stared at him.

Koenig looked shy again. "Little Gemahlin. You humans never learn." He disappeared completely, leaving Horangi gently laid on the floor.

Horangi did the normal sanity tests Invokers used. He counted to make sure he had no forbidden knowledge. Spoke aloud to make sure nothing appeared. Went through the experience bit by bit to make sure that he had left nothing to interpretation.

He hoped by specifying money early on in the conversation, Koenig would not catch on to his little slip of just saying debt free. He then thought of what he called him. Gemahlin. It sounded familiar, but Horangi couldn't place it.

He waved his hands and one of his books appeared in front of him. It took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for.

Gemahlin: Consort or wife. Usually used by high priestesses to declare their dedication to lesser creatures.

Oh.

Oh no.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig x horangi #horangi #horangi call of duty #horangi cod #cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #mw2 #könig mw2 #modern warfare ii

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ursulaismymiddlename · 2 years

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In the Grip of Despair - Dream of the Endless x Reader

The Realm of Despair is a desolate place, but Dream always answers a formal calling

Rated T for Trigger Warning: Suicide Attempt

Thanks again @captainpoopweinersoldier for all the encouragement You know Morpheus agrees with you on so many things haha Thanks also to @whats-rambled-rambled for squealing with me as well!

“Brother, I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil. I request an audience. Attend, Dream.”

It was not often that Morpheus heard the call of his sister Despair. She and her twin Desire were close, and as such, Dream found himself with a healthy caution when it came to either. But from his place near the heart of The Dreaming, he could not ignore the formal request. It would be… discourteous.

With little effort, he appeared in his sister’s realm. The misty mirrors and rotten doorways littered the air as ominous as any nightmare he might have created. And it was easy to follow the scurry of rodent feet as they rushed to return to their mistress, to live among her stringy hair and bite at her sallow skin.

“You called, sister?”

“Dream,” she rasped, his sigil still perched upon her worn fingers. “Thank you for heeding me.”

Morpheus shifted slightly, straightening to his full height as he looked down at her. “I presume this is no social visit. What is it you want, Despair?”

It was her turn to move, lumbering to her gallery to replace his sigil in its appropriate spot. Her snort of a chuckle held no mirth, but it also did not hold the malice he was so used to from her twin.

“Call it a professional courtesy then, brother,” she offered. A few rats squealed in protest as her feet shuffled her closer, parting them like underbrush. “Though the matter for which I am calling is a personal one.”

“Speak your piece.” Dream’s voice held all the command of his station, uninterested in being toyed with and thinking, in part, he knew what this could be about.

Despite being their sibling’s shadow, Despair was not quite so cunning as Desire. Not quite so interested in causing trouble for her older, more proper brother. She actually held quite the respect for him, especially after taking up her current mantle. Aside from Desire and The Prodigal, Dream was a close third on her list of favorites. Though she and Delirium had been growing much closer over the last centuries.

“I do not wish to take up your precious time, brother.” She turned to him, sunken eyes averted as she lifted her own sigil to tear at the skin of her cheek. “I only wanted to speak with you in regards to your lover. Your former lover.”

Dream’s jaw clenched, mouth twisting into a grimace. “That matter is not of your concern.”

The mention of you caught him off guard, a bitter taste in the back of his throat. Things had not ended on good terms. In fact, in the interest of your safety, the Dream Lord had made a quick and definitive exit, leaving no room for pleading. No room for second thoughts. He even went so far as to banish you from The Dreaming, to save both you and himself from more heartache.

“Those in my realm are of my concern,” Despair countered, turning to shuffle her way through a row of dingy wall mirrors suspended in the fog. Without needing told, he followed after her before she could disappear from sight.

Her words struck a chord in him. Morpheus had certainly quit himself of you only a handful of months ago, the thought of you still raw in his chest. But he had become too consumed by you, a mere mortal, and the closer the two of you became, the more he feared your ruin. Dream would sooner rip out his own heart than see you waste away from your place in the Waking World. See the vibrancy of your spirit worn down by the stress of loving an Endless being. And so he had done just that, ripped the beating heart from himself and left you behind. Built a wall to quell the temptation of returning to you again and again.

Though he would not dare to call you fickle, he knew that hearts of humans moved swifter than those of the Endless. He'd hoped that his feigned detachment would make things easier for you to move onto some other mortal being, no matter how it ate at him. But to know now that you resided in this desolate realm pained him.

And the pain only grew when his sister stopped in front of a familiar mirror. Even adorned with cobwebs and cracks, he recognized it. The mirror above your bathroom sink. A window into Your Despair. The sight of you alone was a stab to his heart, the blade of it twisting viciously at the dark circles and reddened rims of your eyes, the hollowness of them. The vibrancy he once so cherished had been snuffed; a desaturated gray to match his sister’s realm.

His own eyes swam, head bowing under the weight of his guilt. “Why do you show me this?”

“Because I have no quarrel with you, brother.” Despair’s voice was grit out with the sound of unshed tears from countless eons. “Desire is my twin, my mirror. But I know neither of our powers would be as great without yours. Dreams sweeten the taste of desire and turn it to ash in the mouths of those who dwell here, with me.”

The truth of her words did little to assuage his heart. Neither did the sniffle and quiet sob that drew his attention back to the mirror before him. Your fingers were wiping almost frantic at your cheeks, knuckles dragging tears from your eyes as your other shaky hand tried to steady itself around some sort of orange bottle.

“What are they doing?” Dream stepped closer to the mirror, the rats beneath his feet parting in protest. His eyes narrowed as he watched you close your eyes and take a ragged breath.

“That is why I called,” Despair crept forward to join his view. The hook of her sigil dragged along her jawline in a bloody caress as she regarded the scene before them. “Their sadness is… exquisite, but I take no pleasure in it. I thought you should have a chance before they leave my realm in search of our eldest sister.”

Dream’s gaze snapped to his sister in shock, mouth dry and his heart sinking deeper into the void of his chest. A glance back at the mirror showed you steady, resigned, reading the label on the bottle you held. Your face grim determination as your fingers moved to unfasten the lid.

“Sister?” His voice was a terrified plea.

“Go,” Despair nodded with unaccustomed encouragement. “No door is locked to you here.”

In a blink, Morpheus was gone. A swirl of black sand disintegrating into the ether. Despair plucked a rat from her shoulder to cradle in her arms as she turned away, its teeth gnawing into her ragged flesh. The rest of this story was not for her. It was up to her elders now.

—

“Stop.”

The familiar voice shuddered along your skin, stunning you to stillness even as you clutched the now-open bottle of sleeping pills. It took the breath from your lungs, it always had. But you hadn’t heard it for months now, not even in the sleep deprived recesses of your memory. You could feel as he materialized beside you, goosebumps rising on your skin. And part of you wondered if this was madness finally taking hold of you as your eyes stayed transfixed on the contents of your hands. Not daring to hope. Not daring to breathe.

A broken sob slipped past your lips as Dream’s pale hand wrapped carefully around your wrist. How long had you pined for his touch again? The soft silk of his skin along yours, even as it held you fast. Your eyes rose, first to the mirror and the sullen image of your reflection, then finally to his face. His face as pale and handsome as you could remember. Eyes dancing in the sparse light.

“You will not find my realm with these. Only the Sunless Lands await you at the bottom of this bottle.”

His voice was softer, soothing, and it ached in your chest as you sniffed. “Better there than this.. This nightmare of a waking world.”

Lord Morpheus, King of The Dreaming, proud creature that he is, lowered his head.

“I was a fool.” Pain laced his voice, and guilt. He dared meet your gaze again, closing the scant distance between you slowly, fingers plucking the bottle from your hands with little resistance as you watched him. “I’d hoped you would live a mortal life, free of the complications of my station. I thought it would protect you from further heartache.”

“You are a fool,” you spat, though the quiver of your lower lip hampered the venom of it. Pain and indignation, sadness and fear, and even relief at the sight of his face… it all warred in you. Overwhelmed you. Until all that could come out was a mournful keen as tears welled in your eyes once more. “I couldn’t even dream of you.”

Your knees buckled beneath you, but he was there. Morpheus caught you easily, strong arms pulling you into the warm softness of his jacket. Cradling you against his chest like a precious thing.

“Shhh, my love,” he murmured into the crown of your head. “I will not let you go again.”

#kati writes #dream of the endless #the sandman #netflix the sandman #Morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless fic #morpheus fic #TW: suicide attempt

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hexagonalhavoc · 5 months

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The Memento

Platonic Leshy + Subordinates x reader

[Author’s Note: I wanted to make something angsty. Also reader can be seen as a child, teenager, or an adult

⚠️ Reader gets injured and kinda dies]

Another challenger has come to try and overthrow the Scrybe of Beasts. It had become a routine he was starting to get bored of. It’s been so long since he’s met a challenger he’s fond of. Their faces are starting to blend together within his memory.

This one is no different than the others. The Scrybe’s fingers tapped against the wooden table as they put their grubby hands all over his possessions. He just wants to get this over with as soon as possible but this Challenger knows how to draw things out. Leshy is considering using the bear wall sooner than he usually does.

The talking cards had told the Challenger that there was one more of them to look for but they already searched every crevice of this cluttered cabin. Where could it be?

The Challenger ends up opening a secret compartment within the wall and after tinkering with yet another complicated puzzle, they are permitted to see inside the mini-safe mounted inside the wall. As expected, it’s another card.

Oddly enough, this card isn’t an animal. It’s a blacked out silhouette of a person with a smile on their face. Both the power and health on this card is five with the repulsive sigil, meaning that nothing can attack it. The Challenger brings the card closer to their face to read the name at the top:

Y/n

“Have you no respect for other people’s belongings!? This card is not for you to utilize in battle. Return it to me this instant.”

The Challenger has never heard Leshy speak like that, as if he was restraining himself from ripping them to shreds. He’s never really had a problem with them going through his belongings until now. What was so special about this card?

—————-

The forest had been your home for as long as you could remember. You knew about the dangers that lurked within but you didn’t take them seriously.

You had been with the others for so long that they had forgotten you weren’t like them. You were a fragile human who was more susceptible to injury and deadly infections from those injuries.

Now they were all paying for their negligence.

The various pelts you were bundled in did nothing to stop your shivering, you were a shade paler. Leshy was beyond human but he wasn’t a healer. The only thing him and his subordinates could do was watch as your condition got progressively worse.

You were a fighter, you always had been but this was a battle you couldn’t win. Your mind was getting hazy to the point where sometimes you didn’t even know who your forest family was.

The Trader dabs the sweat off of your forehead with cloth. The Prospector’s hound refuses to leave the foot of your bed, occasionally letting out soft whines and whimpers. The Trapper sits by your bed as he holds your clammy hand in his. The Angler allows no one to venture into the forest right now but everyone knows he volunteered to be lookout because he couldn’t bear to see you in your final moments, no one could blame him.

It had been decided amongst the Scrybe and his subordinates that there’s no chance of your condition getting any better. They didn’t want you to suffer anymore so they were going to do the best thing they could think of.

Leshy steps into the room on the side of his cabin. In one hand is an unfinished card and in the other is his legendary camera.

They’re all reluctant but his subordinates step away from you, giving their master space so he could say his proper goodbye.

He kneels by your bedside, eyes drooping down in a sorrowful expression you never thought you’d see in such an unbreakable being. You turn your head to face him as his hand cups the side of your head.

“There will never be a challenger as worthy as you. You have inspired me in so many ways. I’ll make sure to honor you.”

There’s so much you want to say to the cryptid in front of you. You want to tell him how grateful you are to him for taking care of you, treating you as if you were his own. You think about the nights you’ve spent laughing with Leshy and his subordinates underneath the stars. You would ramble to him as he carved another figurine out of wood.

You were the joy of the forest.

“You need not say anything. I know it’s a struggle.”

He lowers his head and rests his forehead against yours for a moment. He’s hesitant but he steps away from you with his camera ready.

“Goodbye, Y/n. You are loved by this forest and the creatures within it.”

It takes you everything you can to muster a smile as you want your death card to reflect the fulfilling life you once lived, even if it was cut short.

#platonic inscryption #platonic Inscryption x reader #Inscryption x reader #I don’t know why but I was feeling extra angsty #I totally wasn’t tearing up when writing this

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watchingspnagain · 3 months

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Rewatching Lucifer Rising

Welcome to “Dean Is a Cat and We Want Cheeseburgers: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e22: Lucifer Rising.

The cold open shows Azazel possessing a priest in 1972 and doing a ritual to speak to Lucifer. Luci tells him that he needs Lilith to break the seals that imprison him and that Azazel should look for a special boy. In the present, Sam and Ruby are after one of Lilith’s minions, planning to extract info from her and then have Sam drink up so he will be powerful enough to kill Lilith. Meanwhile, Dean is grump about Sam, and Bobby rips him a new one over it. Dean is then mysteriously zapped to a luxurious “Green Room,” where Zach and Cas explain that they’re keeping him safe because it’s inevitable that the last seal with be broken. Dean calls Sam and leaves a voicemail apologizing for being a dick, but the message Sam receives has been altered into an abusive rejection, which spurs Sam on in his plan. Back in the GR, Zach explains that heaven *wants* the apocalypse so they can bring about heaven on earth—and drops the fact that Dean is destined to kill Lucifer. Dean then argues with Cas that the angel *knows* that letting so many people die in an apocalypse is wrong, and Cas eventually comes round, in a bit of business that is approximately a floppitygillion times more homoerotic than it needed to be (we’re good with it). Cas banishes Zach with a sigil, tells Dean that *killing* Lilith is the final seal, and takes them to Chuck the Prophet to find out where Sam is. An archangel shows up to stop this, Cas stays to hold him off (die), and Dean goes after Sam. He’s too late, though. Sam kills Lilith, her blood flows through a weird spiral whoozit, and Ruby reveals that she’s been working with Lilith all along to bring this about. Sam holds Ruby, Dean stabs her with the demon knife, Lilith’s blood completes its journey through the spiral, and FADE TO WHITE.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Mace:

oooh yeah the song

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

priests outfits are ridiculous sometimes

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

i mean, if they want to wear dresses, just do it, man. no judgement. or at least much less than touching boys

Lor:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

this is why you put devil's traps in churches

Mace:

ha!

Lor:

their own fault really

Mace:

i’m not buying that these nuns are scared. they’d more likely be like, “Right, let’s gang up on this a-hole and do some EXORCISING”

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

oh sweet BEAN

Lor:

especially the handful of older ones

Mace:

YES

Lor:

aw his FACE

Lor:

you better go hug him

Mace:

YES

Mace:

YAS

Mace:

maybe also a little light petting

Lor:

sure sure, just a little light petting

Mace:

he’s so SAD

Lor:

don't distract him TOO much he has a season to finish

Mace:

snork

Lor:

and it's his turn to be a mess, so

Mace:

Dean’s upset, his collar is extra popped to indicate

Lor:

"don't make me get my gun, boy." Bobby. He doesn't need shot he needs kicked up the patootie

Mace:

it IS his turn

Lor:

LOLOLOLOL

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

look, Dean. eat a cookie, go to therapy, and put on your hunter panties

Mace:

YAS

Mace:

give him that tough love

Lor:

YAAAAS BOBBY

Mace:

HAHAHA BOBBY

Lor:

"you stupid STUPID son of a bitch"

Mace:

I was talking to Lor, but okay

Mace:

YES

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

"no. you sound like your DAD"

Mace:

“you sound like your dad” OFFSIDES

Lor:

GET HIM BOBBY

Lor:

LOLOLOL

Lor:

"you are a better man than your daddy ever was" AAAAAAAAAA

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

CAS

Lor:

time for what? smooches?

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Mace:

MMM burgers

Lor:

what is that on the table? a lure Holy Grail? like in Indiana Jones?

Lor:

yeah but it's the "uh oh something's wrong" beer

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"you're looking fit" PISS OFF, ZACHARIAH

Mace:

omg SUITE LIFE

Lor:

YES

Lor:

"tempting. weird"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"bail on the holodeck" I love him, the little nerd

Mace:

from a kid’s show to ST. wow. impressive

Lor:

he has range

Mace:

he really does

Lor:

"well work harder"

Mace:

so bossy

Lor:

Iiiii'm okay with it

Mace:

Cas isn’t. that’s his job

Lor:

until Cas is ready to step in. he can stand in for now

Lor:

LOLOLOL

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Mace:

ooo the stutter. sweet DeanDean

Lor:

YES

Mace:

aw, he listened to Bobby

Mace:

good boy

Lor:

"I'm not Dad" you take that talk from Bobby to heart, Dean

Lor:

YES

Mace:

oh Sammy

Lor:

right?

Lor:

poor dude

Mace:

GET THIS

Lor:

well, demon, the editing suggests Sam

Lor:

YAS

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

oh Sam

Mace:

right?

Lor:

LOLOLOL DEAN OMG

Mace:

omg DEAN IS A CAT

Lor:

YES HE IS

Mace:

Cas is looking particularly prickly and gorgeous today

Lor:

HE IS

Lor:

"fine. I'll go with you" sigh

Lor:

he will say that so many times and it will get more and more devoted each time and I LOVE IT

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Dean was right, Sam. he was just a monumental jerk about it

Mace:

Lor:

lol the way he checks the wall to be sure

Mace:

HOWLER MONKEY

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

"you don't want to stop it, do you" and it aaaaaall suddenly makes sense

Mace:

this guy is so good

Lor:

oooo I hate Zach and the actor is so good

Lor:

HA! YES

Lor:

oh Dean. he's so worried

Mace:

is that a painting of Michael between them in the background

Lor:

I think so (ED: unless it’s Lucifer? *shrug*)

Mace:

that’s fabulous

Lor:

and it might even be on purpose this time

Lor:

"where's god in all this?" ooof, Dean

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

I love the little wing sounds when Cas shows up

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"he's gonna do it to himself" GAH

Mace:

ooof

Lor:

"WE’VE BEEN THROUGH MUCH TOGETHER YOU AND I" my A03 handle!

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

LOL the punch

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"you know what's real? people. families" oooooo I never realized that much much later when Dean asks what's real and Cas says "we are" it parallels this

Mace:

oooo NICE

Lor:

you tell him, Dean

Mace:

YES

Lor:

he just wants to give you whatever your little heart wants, Dean, keep trying

Mace:

YESYESYES

Mace:

they stand so close to each other I LOVE IT

Lor:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

*kisses whoever blocked this on the top of the head*

Mace:

“we’re done” but then when he looks back and sees Cas is gone, he’s so heartbroken

Mace:

GAH

Mace:

BOYS

Lor:

YES

Lor:

OMG NO

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

I FORGOT ABOUT THE FAKE VOICEMAIL

Mace:

STUPID ANGEL ASSHOLES

Mace:

GOD I WANT A CHEESEBURGER

Lor:

oooof and it being what Dean said that made him pause and then what he thinks Dean said pushing him over the edge

Mace:

omg Cas pushing Dean against the wall NNNNGGGG

Lor:

I'm sorry what? my brain went offline when Cas pushed Dean against the wall covering his mouth

Lor:

YAS

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

Lor:

YES CAS

Mace:

HOW do people deny Destiel exists after a scene like that?!?!

Mace:

willful ignorance, clearly

Lor:

I genuinely have no idea

Lor:

blindness? homophobia?

Mace:

Lor:

like, these two start eyefucking the first time they're on screen and never stop?

Mace:

RIGHT?!?!

Mace:

homophobia and dipshittery

Lor:

"we're making it up as we go" AND DEAN'S FACE

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

YES

Lor:

I feel like maybe they should have read? something about all these seals?

Mace:

right?!

Mace:

poor Sammy

Mace:

fell for the honeypot

Lor:

he really really did

Mace:

he needs comforting, but after he gets a good slap upside

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

omg the Dumbo reference is perfect

Lor:

"you had it in you the whole time, Dumbo"

Lor:

YES

Lor:

"I don't care"

Mace:

YAS

Mace:

Sammy’s FACE

Lor:

i mean, she should have known that big brother Dean was gonna kill her for what she did to Sammy. pay attention, Ruby

Lor:

YES

Mace:

yep

Lor:

and his VOICE when he says "I'm sorry"

Mace:

Sammy has SUCH a good little brother face here

Lor:

YES

Lor:

omg I LOVE that it fades to white

Mace:

YES

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 4x22 #spn #supernatura #spn meta #spn spoilers #spn 4x22 #watchingspnagain angels #watchingspnagain cold open #watchingspnagain consent #watchingspnagain editorial asides #watchingspnagain sam's blood drinking #watchingspnagain season finale

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stardustlyssa · 9 months

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Does Marlow ever confront Steve about the questionable actions of the Emperor's Coven? Obviously he's a very nice guy on an individual level but the EC is doing v bad things and I was wondering what Marlow's opinions of all that stuff was (yay for more TOH OC and Steve content!! Keep it up)

The thing about Marlowe is that she is a total pushover. So confrontation and even vocally opposing things can be extremely difficult for her. More details below the cut :)

For context, Marlowe was basically a pushover from birth. Ironically, her identical twin, Maeve, was the polar opposite, turning out to be a complete spitfire. Being twins, they have a very strong bond and connection despite their differences. Maeve unintentionally became Marlie's voice growing up, defending her and pushing her to follow the path she wanted to take instead of their mother's demands. Unfortunately because of this Marlie never really learned how to stand up for herself.

When she's branded, it destroys her self esteem and physical wellbeing as well. I personally headcanon that different coven sigils take more magic than others, since not all magic forms in the show require the same amounts of power or any magic at all (like potions). Marlowe had an inclination for bard magic before this and intended to become a bard before multiple changes in her life (story for another post), and the sigil drained all of that power. She lost not only her singing voice and ability to whistle or even hum, but also found that her normal voice was weakened as well. Marlowe also loses a lot of strength from the sigil and becomes prone to fainting spells because of the extreme change. The loss of her ability to sing crushes her to the point that she cannot even listen to music anymore. All she can do is cry when she hears it.

Marlowe does question covens because of this. She had everything ripped away from her because her mother begged her to keep the family business open while she was ill. She doesn't understand how witches can be happy when they lose parts of themselves with a brand. But she also doesn't want to question the unknown. She fears the things that she doesn't know for certain because they are out of her control, and as a natural follower she feels she can't truly understand what would be "best" for witches.

She asks Steve questions, like what he would do if he wasn't in the Emperor's coven, or if he was a wild witch, or if he could only pick one magic. Honestly, for Steve, learning how much Marlowe's sigil has taken from her makes him feel like he's doing something wrong. The first time they pass a bard performing on the street and he sees Marlie pause, big tears immediately spilling out of her eyes as she hears the sounds and magic coursing through the air. Learning that she can barely even yell because her voice was taken from her. He probably went to Hexside at the same time as her but never knew her, having left early to join the coven. But maybe he sees a recording of her when she was still in the Bard track on Penstagram. She's singing and smiling bigger than he's ever seen her do before, she looks so much more alive. And he feels like shit even if it's not his fault.

Now, the person who WOULD confront him is Marlowe's twin, Maeve. Though she is a proud Beastkeeping coven witch, Maeve is a vocal skeptic after seeing her sister change due to her sigil. She never understood Belos anyways, or why everyone had to conform in one way or another. Her opinions have landed her in hot water, but never beyond a stern warning from scouts.

It would be intense. Maeve doesn't get to visit often with her work (she's a professional ratworm racer) so she has no idea why her sister is hanging out with one of the Emperor's lackeys. Marlie would try to explain and Steve would probably try to be friendly, but Maeve would not hold back.

"Besides the fact that you kiss the but of that old geezer, you're part of the reason why my sister can't sing anymore. She cried for DAYS. Nothing I did could help her. She can't even cast a levitation spell without feeling winded. Do you get some sort of sick ego trip from being around her when you can use any kind of magic you want?! Or are you using her for her kindness just like the last person did?"

Maeve just wants to protect her sister. All of her experiences with coven scouts were riddled with rude, callous treatment, so she expects the same from Steve. Steve for the most part is speechless because really he doesn't know what to say in response to everything thrown at him. Surprisingly, Marlie would probably be the one to respond and stop her sister. Telling her Steve saved her and walks her home to keep her safe. Marlie even scolds her sister softly for blaming him when he didn't brand her.

It's a bit awkward and Maeve is still unsure about Steve, but probably tells him what she's felt and experienced as Marlowe's sister and watching her struggle. That would really eat at Steve, being a brother himself. He understands she's worried about Marlowe especially because they can't see each other often, he experiences the same thing in his own life when he worries about Matt. He would tell her that he never knew about the sigils harming people, and that being a scout was different than he expected. He doesn't know how he feels about everything but he wants to help other people and doesn't always agree with his coworkers because of their attitudes. And most importantly he would never think about hurting Marlowe-- he's happy to keep her safe and walk her home and loves the time he spends with her.

Maeve feels better knowing her sister has someone looking out for her who genuinely cares about her, and Marlowe is just happy her sister didn't try to fight Steve.

But yeah, Marlowe has a sister who looks out for her and Steve is a good listener who begins to realize the coven system and emperor have hurt a lot of people when he spends time with Marlie.

#toh #the owl house #steve toh #oc #oc x canon #toh oc #the owl house oc #oc asks

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snake-and-mouse · 2 years

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I'm rewatching early Supernatural for halloween, and here are some observations I hadn't really realised/remembered

Fruity

Seriously this show is so fruity and Dean is SO FRUITY. And they repeatedly do this fun thing where fruitiness happens (usually a guy hitting on Dean) and then they immediately do something like zoom in on a random chick's ass to reaffirm Dean's straightness. It does not work.

They do at least believe in equality enough they also fridge any man Dean gets a crush on, which is many. RIP Ash.

Very white (unless there's plot reasons to not be white) and all the women look exactly the same down to the bust/waist/ass measurements. :/

They also reuse a lot of npcs. Actors who played throw away side characters definitely came back to play more major roles at least three times I've noticed so far. Benny's actor was a Different vampire even 😂

They used to actually care about lore, and all the sigils and stuff were really cool and by the end they were just like, a circle and a squiggle, and they acted like getting relics and weapons was actually hard to do while in later seasons they just pull shit outta thin air

This show used to be scary!!! They had actually scary monsters and even if it's obviously aged the effects still have impact, and they had really quality gore. I honestly forgot how much I liked it when it was still a monster of the week show instead of "swiss cheese plot about killing Lucifer's Half-Cousin's Wife's Neighbour"

It's really really funny that John getting sent to hell for Dean was made into such a big deal and broke him emotionally and caused so many plot things when like,,, baby, John was going to hell no matter what. That man deserves to go to heaven like a pickle belongs in a tirimasu.

It's really funny watching any plot where they have to race a clock before one of them dies knowing the whole "heaven and hell won't actually let the Winchester brothers die permanently because they need their apocalypse swiss army knives" thing that eventually gets revealed

Considering this show was so determined to not destiel that they circled back around to making the entire show about it, it's amazing how much of it seems to be directly foreshadowing Cas coming and falling for Dean, even as far back as s1. If I actually believed the writers knew how to write, and the beautiful story between Dean and Cas it became (and then unbecame lmao) wasn’t just the narrative equivalent of a boltzmann brain, then I would be so impressed.

#supernatural

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chatmeow9 · 1 year

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Liveblogging The Owl House finale!

(I'll put a break here, this gets pretty long)

Immediately picking up from the previous episode, everyone gets abducted by ribbons (puppet strings? The Collector does has an affinity for puppets)

King's Dad?!?!

Luz is wearing Belos' Season 2 attire. The palace is similar but instead of a gold/black colour scheme, it's white/silver.

What's up with the giant heart in the throne room? Was that ever explained? Is it the Titan's heart, despite the rest of him being skeletal??

THAT'S NOT AMITY!

Back-to-back nightmare sequences (presumably) Can the Collector manipulate dreams?

Bill's completely blacked-out eyes are kinda freaking me out.

Witch's Battle! We've come full circle baby!

So they did get collected, and it is a nightmare. Also, weirdly, Hunter didn't have any strings around him like the other three until they all got yoinked away again.

"Get over here you witch." They knew exactly what they were doing with that line

Belos didn't know King is a Titan. I guess there was no way/reason for him to know.

Yep that smile definitely doesn't look completely unhinged.

OOOO psychic battle between Raine and Belos

The puppets! They're alive!!

Pac-man, marbles, and Jenga. how would the Collector know about these very human games? They don't have the excuse of being an extra-dimensional entity, they've been trapped in a disc for thousands of years

Aw, they are trying! In their own sort of twisted way of course.

The Collector's backstory is actually kinda sad. They really are just a child. I feel like if the series hadn't gotten chopped The Archivists could've been a bigger bad than Belos

... what vessel? That's concerning

It IS the Titan's/island's heart! Despite Raine's best efforts Belos barely got through, AGAIN.

Light Glyph. Light Glyph. Light Glyph. Light Glyph. The most pivotal Glyph Luz learned

Collector continues to be unhinged in the most terrifying and hilarious way.

Belos has officially gone full Kaijuu. The spread is different than his usual green goop with eyes it's more... radioactive mutated vegetation?

if the very evil ""man"" could be defeated with the power of fwendship I think that would've happened by now.

Oof. That question about Collector not knowing/understanding mortality comes back huh.

Some of the lights in boxes we've seen in the in-between were people's souls, then?

King's Dad! Also the figure we saw at the beginning of the last episode! A bathrobe, Bad Girl Coven tee (lmao), and pj pants with the glyphs on them

Luz now literally has the blessing of the Titan.

Like mother, like daughter lol

Is Belos pulling a Toffee and draining/corrupting all magic in the realm?

Twinkly magical girl Luz!

I guess not, since glyphs still work

The Collector doing ONE good thing after tormenting the denizens of the Boiling Isles for months

Raine's still alive. I partly would've figured they've gotten grown/gooped over

She couldn't think of anything to say upon her return but monologs as she's ripping Belos out of the heart

She's not buying your shit Phillip

I was kinda hoping Hunter would've got the final blow, catharsis and all that

Bread puns run in King's family

I just noticed that Titan!Luz had a fang on the opposite side as Eda

The Archives kinda look like a crown on top of the Titan's skull

Aww everyone gets their families back, but... Hunter doesn't have a family unless he's adopted by Darius or Eda or someone (It's Darius)

Of COURSE those three would want the throne

Time skip Luz is going to the BI for college (how would that work if she has no magic and glyphs don't work anymore?)

"Luz, you saw them last week" lmao

Vee's still living with Camilla even though it technically is safe for her to return?

Ah, the kid's hideout has been made into a permanent portal

Awww they made a grave marker for Flapjack!

Marthamule has an actual mustache now

Lilith has control of her curse and can do a harpy thing like Eda

Amity's got a pirate look going on now

They removed the Coven sigils! Darius is both super excited and also trying to play it cool

Oh, that's what Raine's palasman is, I don't think we've seen it before.

University of Wild Magic and Eda's headmistress

It's wholesome in it's own Boiling Isles way

King can do glyphs!

Last minute forth wall break?

(I accidentally placed a poll here so I'm just rolling with it)

#live blogging #the owl house #The Owl House finale #toh spoilers

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ninjago13 · 1 year

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this is chapter 2 of How do you stop an angel from opening Purgatory ? -by Sam and Dean Winchester

Chapter 2: The plan

‘Listen, Cas. I know you want to kill Raphael, I mean he is annoying, but don’t you think this is going a little too far ?’ Balthazar said. Cas sighed. ‘Listen, I can explain. But first we have to get out of here. Crowley basically wants to rip your hearts out. I’ve kept him from doing that, but I don’t think he’ll hold himself any longer.’ ‘And you didn’t think you should’ve said that a bit earlier ?’ ‘Why? If you are stopping him, then why should we be afraid?’ Sam asked.

Balthazar suddenly realised what Cas was up to. ‘You’re gonna betray him,’ he said. ‘Yes. Look, I’ve made a mistake. But I want to fix it. I don’t care if you don’t believe me, but we have to get out of here now !’ ‘Uhm, guys?’ Dean pointed at the window. Outside they saw a huge demonic storm, trying to get in. ‘Balthazar, can you teleport us somewhere safe?’ Dean asked. ‘Yes. I will first teleport you and your brother. Then Castiel and Bobby here.’ ‘Alright, just do it quickly.’ Everyone, except Balthazar, were stressed now. The demons were almost through the door when Dean suddenly saw a beach. He felt the sand beneath his feet and heard the rustle of the sea.

A few seconds later he also saw his brother, Bobby and Balthazar with a tied up Cas. ‘Where are we ?’ he asked. ‘Kauai.’ ‘K- Kauai ?’ Jeez. That was a long way from home. While they walked to the beach, Balthazar said: ‘Crowley won’t suspect that we’re here. We’re safe here. At least for now.’ They made a campfire on the beach. Sam first worried a bit, because there were of course other people, but Balthazar made sure that no one could find or see them. When everyone wanted to sleep, they faced another problem. Cas. ‘Well, I guess that we have to play guard. I’m going first. I don’t need to sleep anyway.’ ‘Alright. I’ll go next, Balthazar,’ said Sam.

During the night nothing happened. Which was good, but in Cas’ experience he knew that many times it was too quiet. Especially with the Winchester boys. He tried to get into a more comfortable position, but he couldn’t really move. He looked up. The sky was beautiful. There were thousands of stars, shining on the beach. Cas later didn’t know if it was because he was tired or if the rustling of the sea calmed him down, but he fell asleep a few minutes later. He normally never slept. But the rope was carved with Enochian sigils. It made him practically powerless.

The next day they discussed what to do. ‘We can’t let Crowley just open Purgatory.’ ‘Tonight is the moon eclipse. We have to do it before then.’ ‘How, Sam ?’ Dean asked. ‘If we prevent it tonight he’s just going to do it the next eclipse. And how are we even going to stop him ?.’ They went on like this for a while when Dean said: ‘Let’s eat something. I can’t do this on an empty stomach.’ They all agreed on that. Dean and Bobby went to the village to buy some food, while Cas, Balthazar and Sam stayed on the beach.

‘You think Crowley already has the blood ?’ ‘Not when I was with him the last time,’ said Cas. ‘Uh, yeah…well…about that.’ Sam and Cas first looked at each other then Balthazar. The angel held the newspaper up. He’d just quickly teleported to the village and back to see if there was any news. ‘A girl died yesterday. She was pretty popular on the internet, so it’s all over the news. Pretty sure she’s a virgin.’ ‘Great.’

‘Hmm, what pie do you think I should take ?’ ‘I don’t know, just choose one.’ Dean looked at Bobby. The older man was sweating and constantly looked around. ‘Hey hey hey, what is it ?’ ‘We have to get out of here.’ Dean quickly paid for the groceries. While they walked to the beach Dean asked: ‘Bobby, what was it ? You looked like you saw a ghost.’ ‘The cashier was a demon. I saw its black eyes.’ ‘You sure ?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘But then why didn’t it kill us ?’ ‘You ask me.’

‘Can I take a walk ?’ ‘No,’ Sam and Balthazar answered in unison. Cas sighed. How was he ever going to gain their trust again ? He doubted. On one hand he needed the souls, but on the other hand… Opening Purgatory was a great risk and he didn’t want to lose his friends. He had come so far just to end up here. Feelings were difficult. He was starting to feel a lot more since he was on Earth. And of course because he was befriended with Dean and Sam. Cas never could have imagined that humans could feel so much at the same time. It was confusing. A year ago he knew what choice he’d make. A year ago he was still serving Heaven. But then he rebelled. To give Dean and Sam a chance to stop the Apocalypse from happening. It didn’t work, obviously. But they did stop Lucifer. Eventually.

‘Hey. There are demons here. We have to go.’ ‘Great. Oh and Crowley probably already has the blood. Let’s eat something and then get on the way.’ ‘Good idea, Sam. Where’s Cas ?’ ‘He’s-.’ Sam looked around. ‘Not here,’ he finished.

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I'm currently editing the chapters of this fanfic, but I'm not done with everything yet. So I'll try to finish everything in a few days. Hope you enjoy my fanfic!

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other-peoples-coats · 2 years

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Mando Obi? 👀👀👀

it-- look. the thing is, right. The thing is. So many mando-obi fics are very heavy on the mando, very light on the 'raised as a jedi', very light on the 'actively chose to be a jedi', even in the face of, like, horrific danger, even if he had to hide it. Which is fair!! like, those are a particular kind of fic, that's the point, etc. but also. I am, obviously, thinking a lot about propaganda and the role it plays and the ways in which politics and events can be manipulated by how they are told to others and what information is shared, etc, as I write/edit be that monster you been wanting and associated stuff, and also the murderpuppy verse. And like. The whole fanon (?? genuinely unclear on this one) that the Sith were supporting deathwatch (and/or new mandos, tho that is fanon afaik) in being Like That to fuck over mandalore because, like, having people who are good at killing force users around is not conductive to having a force user based dictatorship. I see why, but also, I kind of feel like no one is thinking big enough on this. I just think that probably, in a world where the year on the run went differently, maybe a little longer, maybe a little worse, it would be very easy to turn 'mandalore is a failed state equivalent full of civil war' into 'we are instituting a hard border because they're Full Of War', and once that border's up, well, a) no news in, no news out, all we know is they're a failed state full of war, probably there's just constant riots and they eat babies and b)who the fuck's gonna argue that Actually, We Should Try Democracy With The Murder Empire Again. (like, the jedi will, but also, no one listens to the jedi. obviously.)

and maybe, if you were, say, a jedi who is stuck in mandalorian space and potentially pretending to be mandalorian, you would continue to do that, in the interests of Not Getting Murdered To Death Very Publicly And Painfully. Maybe you would end up taking on a couple of force senstive kids, because you're a Jedi, and you have to help, and at first you think -- well, it's only until you get out, and get back home, and something is better than nothing. And maybe, y'know, you might eventually manage to reach out to the jedi outpost that is literally right next door, only, uh, the whole ass galaxy thinks All Mandalorians Are Empire Desiring, War Mongering Monsters, and maybe you would end up with your little visit being considered, hmm, poorly! perhaps!! maybe!!! possibly even it would be taken as a 'Mandalore is invading, rip to bandomeer and all the people on it, enlarge the contaiment zone!! Harder borders!!' you see how this snowballs. Also, a fun little. data point. idea. whatever we call it. The sigil of the jedi order is, at the very basics, three points! big large middle point, two slightly smaller ones on either side, joined to it. Wings on either side of a central, larger thing. If you were a jedi pretending not to be a jedi but wanting to have a symbol for yourself of something, because you are, y'know, young ish, you might obscure it by straightening the sides, making a bit more angular, painting it red to honor your family -- which, obviously, the Order is. It definitely wouldn't be confused, ever, for any other sigil on mandalorian armor. That would be a very intentional kind of negligence. No one in the galaxy would want to encourage the idea that the mandalorians who keep showing up near jedi are the mandalorians that belong to a genocidal imperialistic death cult. that would be silly.

#coats chats #mando obi #also I just think having a third faction to the Galactic Civil War that is basically 'FUCK RUN' for both sides #would be very fucking funny #like ww2 except the iron curtain is simultaniously occuring right next door #pov you are a sith and you are now attempting to manage three separate propaganda campaigns and also a galactic war #pov you are the unluckiest fucking bastard in the galaxy attempting to ET phone home for like a decade and a half trailing endless children #and also every jedi you accidentally stranded on the wrong side of the curtain with you

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idk if you accept requests but I would love some poly!mikaelson with a banshee!reader pretty please 🥺✋

Yes. Let's do this boys

Warning: Fluff, death, protective Mikaelsons

You shivered walking though the bayou letting out small puffs of warm air which bothered you because you were sure it was the middle of August. It was unnaturally cold as you walked noticing you were bare footed Elijah wouldn't like that your feet were bleeding as you walked around in a short nightgown that stopped mid thigh.

You shivered again feeling a cold breeze blow over you making you wish you were curled up again Klaus. Whispers reached your ears as it felt like hands were guided you though the bayou.

You stopped seeing a body mangled to a mess as blood was everywhere when suddenly you saw your lovers laying around you each dead bleeding from their throats. You looked seeing Esther standing there looking at you with hybrids behind her.

"My children need to be cleansed. But you are in the way." The witch said as you noticed you couldn't move seeing a blood sigil of the siblings blood was keeping you there. Esther pulled out a gold coated iron knife stabbing you with it.

You woke with a gasp seeing that you were in the bayou and there was a mangled bloody body in front of you. The urge to let out a scream raised in you as you looked up at the night sky letting out a loud scream that surely woke every supernatural creature in New Orleans.

"The bloody hell is that!?" Rebekah shouted waking up looking at her clock seeing it was 3 am in the morning and got up. Elijah woke up from the scream also and noticed you weren't by his side and put two and two together.

"Y/N is gone. That must be her." Elijah said stepping out of his bedroom as Rebekah nodded getting dress. Both Originals went out to find you since Kol and Klaus was out of town off in Mystic Falls.

Another scream ripped though the air as Elijah and Rebekah followed it out into the bayou. You fell to your knees tired as tears rolled down your face and you would have fell back if Rebekah hadn't caught you.

"Beka?" You rasped out voice raw from screaming as Elijah walked over to the body frowning at the bloody mess. Both were worried as you had brought an ominous omen in awhile.

"Sweetheart are you okay? Oh Elijah she is freezing." Rebekah said looking up at Elijah who frowned pulling off his suit jacket placing it on you. A twig snapped alerting both Elijah and Rebekah both ready to attack but saw it was Hayley and Jackson.

"Elijah.....Rebekah." Hayley said looking at the Originals and you then to the body. It had been a long while since Hayley saw them as things had ended roughly for Hayley and Elijah.

"Care to tell me why there is a hybrid, Hayley?" Elijah asked knowing it wasn't Klaus's so that left Hayley who had Hope. Jackson stood protectively in front of Hayley glaring at Elijah not liking how the vampire was accusing his wife of something.

"Why do you have a banshee? They bring nothing but trouble." Jackson said making Elijah growled deeply as Rebekah held you protectively growling also.

"E...E...Esther......hybrid.....death." You rasped out getting their attention before passing out in Rebekah's arms feeling so tired.

"Esther is back?" Hayley asked looking at Elijah watching him pick you up bridal style as Rebekah brushed your hair from your face frowning.

"Not that we were aware of. Elijah, she has a fever."

"This is a first....even for her." Elijah muttered worried as your breathing was shallow. Hayley stepped out from behind Jackson arms crossed looking at the vampires.

"Answers Elijah."

"Come to the Abattoir and we'll answer whatever questions."

Klaus and Kol jumped up hearing Elijah and Rebekah walking in worry flood them seeing you in Elijah's arms.

"What happened?"

"She had a vision. Found her in the bayou with a dead hybrid." Elijah said placing you on the couch as Rebekah gotten you a blanket and putting a cool clothe on your forehead.

"A hybrid?"

"Yes also it appears our mother is back." Elijah says as Hayley made her way in with Jackson seeing the Mikaelsons fuss over you.

"You promised answers." Hayley said staring as Rebekah rolled her eyes before focusing back on you. Elijah reached down gently rubbing your cheek smiling softly when you leaned into his hand.

"Y/N is our lover....Rebekah had saved her from a group of vampires and it just happened naturally." Elijah says looking at Hayley.

"So the dead hybrid and her screaming?"

"She is a banshee, they are harbors of death. She saw our mother which has something to do with the hybrid."

"Someone is going to die?" Hayley said uncrossing her arms worried for Elijah as you woke.

"Eli.....it was you and...others I saw." You panted out getting your lovers attention. Klaus helped you sit up as Kol went to get you water.

"Can you tell us what happen love?" Klaus asked as Rebekah sat next to you wrapping you up in the blanket.

"I was walking in bayou...." You said as Elijah knelt in front of you checking your feet before getting a medkit and Kol gave you the glass of water as you drank it.

"I saw the hybrid then your bodies and I was trapped like I couldn't move....I saw Esther with hybrids, she said something of cleansing you then she stabbed me."

"So what does that mean?" Hayley asked with a raised an eyebrow as Elijah was wrapping your feet in bandages while Klaus stood smirking.

"We find Esther and kill her once again. If the hybrids get in the way we kill them too."

"Mother would likely come for our little rabbit." Kol says watching Klaus while you leaning into Rebekah as she held you.

"We can have Davina and Freya put protection spells on the Abattoir."

For the next month you were worrying over your lovers as they were hunting down Esther. It was a cold night as you slept and Rebekah had slipped into your bed.

"You're home." You muttered sleepy nuzzling closer to her as Rebekah smiled kissing you gently.

"We all are home. Have you been well?"

"Yes....no more visions for now." You say fighting to stay awake but Rebekah cooed softly having you fall asleep again. You woke three hours later feeling Elijah pressed up against your back and Kol nuzzling your abdomen.

"You alright love?" Klaus asked softly making you look up seeing Klaus sitting on the bed behind Rebekah reading.

"Yes. Is she...."

"Dead? Yes, no need to worry about Esther any more love." Klaus says reaching over rubbing your cheek when you felt Elijah move.

"Sleep baby." Elijah said his voice husky in your ear kissing your shoulder. You all settled falling asleep enjoying the quiet peaceful night finally.

#rere's stories #mikaelson family x reader #mikaelsons x reader #elijah mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #kol mikaelson imagine #rebekah mikaelson imagine

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karlswrites · 3 years

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A Grimm Trip

This is part two of the Devildom boys carrying you around. From here on out, this little series shall be affectionally named the Devildom Taxi Service. This week's boy is Mams the Man.

I hope y'all enjoy a protective Mammon!

Warnings: Some violence? Like, there's no blood. Also, you have a twisted ankle, so... sorry. There's that good fluff, though...

Word Count: 1,694

When arriving at the Devildom- even though it was a shock- you didn’t expect most demons to be friendly with you. You expected some cursing and the classic life endangerment, but you didn’t expect high-school-level bullying. You were in college, for Pete’s sake. Needless to say, the demon foot sticking out by your classroom’s door was an unpleasant surprise. So was the faceplant that followed right after.

You attempted to stand back up, pulling yourself up by your elbows and knees. Within one second, a disheveled Mammon (Let’s be honest, he would sprint to you) was kneeling at your side. His hands made swift movements, one landing at the small of your back and the other grabbing at one of your wrists. He pulled you up and into him.

His heartbeat drummed against your ears. It was beating fast. Whether it was from worrying about you or embarrassment, you didn’t know. Still, the sound fluttered around you, engulfing you in warmth. Expected to see a miffed Mammon, as he was typically vexed by you getting in trouble, you looked up. Mammon had apparently decided to look at you then, too. A furious blush washed over his cheeks and ears when he noticed how close you were. The expression was surprising, and the shock of it made you grow a similar shade in return. Again, you felt his pulse rate increase. That somehow calmed you, and you began to relish in everything that was Mammon. He was always so selfless as to embarrass himself in your stead. Stepping in right after you suffered a measly trip, caring not for his tarnished reputation. His brothers always called him selfish, but, boy howdy, were they wrong.

Mammy released your wrist but kept his hand on your back, ensuring that you wouldn’t fall back down. The two of you began to stand together when a sharp pain shot through your ankle. Mammon immediately lowered you back to the floor, sitting you back against the wall.

“Whoa, hey! Are you okay?” he asked, words tumbling out of his mouth about a mile a minute.

You almost couldn’t understand him, though his urgency to treat you was sweet. Futilely, you tried to ensure him that you were fine, but that same pain returned when you attempted to move again. Turning your foot felt like a death sentence; you were in rough shape.

Before you could muster any soothing words, Mammon was at his feet again. Never taking his eyes off you, he approached the other student still laughing at his desk. The boy fell silent when he noticed the Avatar of Greed was standing before him. The cocky grin he wore turned panicked.

“You think it’s funny? You think hurting my human is funny?” Mammon’s voice lowered an octave as he spoke. Some semblance of a growl echoed from his throat.

Those shrill screams and whines you had once associated him with melted away from your memory and were replaced by, if you thought you had heard correctly, his snarl. He was clearly pissed off. Being the only demon who never laid a hand on you, it was a bit scary to see him behave like this. Anger was beginning to physically manifest around him; the lights dimmed and the surrounding air started to cumulate into black fog.

Being the fourth (I’m putting Barbatos at #2) most powerful demon, Mammon was capable of things beyond your imagination. Fear took the reigns in your brain as you began to imagine a series of scenarios, each pumping more and more cortisol into your veins. One image showed the greedy demon decimating your classmate, claws ripping into their uniform, fangs plunging into any extremity he could reach, horns threatening to pierce through the top of his head. It was quite the contrast to how he typically acted when terrorized by Lucifer or any of his other brothers. He’d allow them to hang him from the ceiling, but God forbid anyone to do anything like that to you. You were his emotional support human, and he wanted to protect you as your first. Anyone who hurt you was begging for whatever they got.

You were pulled from your thoughts when the unnamed demon yelped. Mammon had lifted him, fists curling into his jacket’s collar. The black fog had begun to swirl around the two, gradually rising from Mammon’s feet into the air. With each curse and threat escaping his lips, the fog rose higher and higher. If things continued like this, the two would be swallowed whole by the essence.

Knowing that there was no other way to stop Mammon from making a mistake, you called out him. The golden glow from Mammon’s sigil emitted from your back and through the thick material of your jacket. A wave of strength coursed through you as you stretched a hand out towards the two.

“Stop.” Your voice rang louder than you intended, but you were surprised by how clear it was. Your body was still shaking, but it definitely didn’t sound like it.

Mammon froze. His hands stilled as if frozen in time. The black fog dissipated completely a second after your command reached him.

“Let him go, Mammon. Come back to me.” Mammon eased at your soft voice and followed your orders without a thought.

When he looked back at you, his eyes gleamed with something: a mixture of gratitude and shame. There was rarely a cause for you to command him, and he hated every single time he brought you to control him. It wasn’t relinquishing himself to you that upset him. No, it was that he had let you down. To him, he had done something grave. Anything that he did that wasn’t right with you was like a cardinal sin in his eyes. His perception was a tad melodramatic, but after how you fixed the broken remnants of his family, you were truly an angel to him. Disappointing you had become his biggest fear and grievance.

“It’s okay,” you called to him, your voice beginning to waver as the sigil’s magic wore off. “You’re okay.”

You silently prayed that your words anchored themselves to him, and you made a note to yourself to praise him for his kindness later once you saw the light returning to his golden orbs- the same gold that brightened when he let the student go and raced back to your side. Mammon was still undoubtedly angry at the other demon, baring teeth as he glared at him over his shoulder. Getting the hint, he and your other classmates hurried out of the room.

Mammon asked again if you were okay. You said yes. His eyes traveled from yours to your ankle (When writing this, I almost said, “His eyes traveled down south for the winter. Not even kidding), and he removed your shoe. He wrapped his hand around your ankle and gently poked it with his thumb, eliciting a quiet whimper. The pout he gave after almost made you laugh despite the pain.

“Yeah, I ain’t lettin’ ya walk like that,” he murmured. His eyes met yours again and his pout spread into a white smile. “Guess it’s my duty to help ya back to your room.”

As you recalled one past life-threatening instance, you understood Mammy loved playing the hero, so you agreed.

Mammon turned on his knees, facing his back towards you. Carefully, he trudged backward to you, keeping his eyes trained to yours. He was subconsciously looking for any sign of discomfort- another testament to how caring he was, even if he didn’t recognize it. He gripped the backside of your knees firmly and dipped his head. That gave you enough room to pull yourself forward, wrapping your arms over his shoulders, mindful not to put too much pressure around his neck. You didn’t want to accidentally choke your knight in messy uniform.

“I hope I’m not too heavy,” you breathed against his neck. He shook off the shiver you caused with a hearty laugh.

“There’s no way you’re too heavy for the Great Mammon!” he protested, pulling you closer to him by your knees.

In one fluid motion, he hoisted you up and stood. He was pretty graceful for a “scumbag,” and you hugged yourself closer. Your chin found a home on his shoulder, slipping past the undone collar of his shirt, clinging to the warmth of his skin. Additionally, your arms were pushing his jacket further past his shoulders to his elbows, but there was no way he was going to complain. On the contrary, the pink gracing his cheeks proposed he liked the closeness. Well, that wasn’t very tsundere of him. Before you could catch it, a giggle slipped past your lips as he stepped out of the classroom.

“What’s so funny, human?” Mammon asked, nudging your cheek with his. You wondered if he could feel how he made your face hotter than hell. He must have because his step faltered.

“Nothing. Just thinking about how selfless you are.” That was sorta true.

Unlike the cheerfulness that rang from him before, his laugh was dull. He removed his cheek from yours and looked straight ahead.

“I ain’t selfless!” His hollow laugh died down, and he turned serious. “If anything, I’m selfish and greedy. I wanted to be the hero, I wanted to save you, and nobody else ain’t gonna get the chance to when I’m around!” His voice picked up when he finished, and his eyes were renewed with vibrancy as he looked to you. He cheered himself up with his own words, and his “greed” flowed from him like sweetness.

“Still, you’re sweet to help me. Thank you,” you cooed, connecting your cheeks once again.

This time, it was Mammy’s turn to erupt into a flustered state. He almost tripped over his own two feet, though he was careful to keep himself up. He was carrying precious cargo after all.

Upon delivering you to your dorm, the two of you spent the rest of the day watching your favorite shows and movies, eating your favorite snacks. Of course, Mammon argued he only allowed such thing ‘cause he liked them too.’

Lucifer's (Part 1): Pride In Arms

#obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me boys #obey me fluff #obey me mammon fluff #obey me fanfic #mammon fluff #fluff #mammon angst #like super light angst though #mammon avatar of greed #mammon x reader #mammon x you #Mammon carries you #pact marks #order that boi around (lovingly)#Soft Mammon #give him a hug

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scroll-of-thought · 3 years

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I know you’ve mentioned kill switches in the past, but how does one actually make them?

I haven't really given a ton of advice on how they can be made, so I'd be happy to give some examples.

First, for anyone who hasn't seen the enchanting post where I mentioned kill switches, here's a quote and you can click it for the whole post.

Build in a kill switch. If all else fails, you should create a connected spell specifically to tell it to stop functioning. I’ve done this in the past by pairing the object to a piece of paper with the name of the object on it. I tell the object to stop casting the spell if any part of the paper is burned or ripped/cut through the name written on the paper. This is an extra important one for any spell/enchantment that affects someone else’s life.

Kill switches are something I use in long term spells, like enchantments. They can also be used in spells you cast and wait for results, though once something's in motion, it might be harder to stop. It's really context heavy and depends on the spell.

So there's an infinite way to do this, like most things in magic. My favorite is the paper method above (mostly because it's easy to remember which kill switch goes to which spell). A classic method (though I honestly don't know if it comes from tradition or fiction) is to say the spell you spoke when making the spell backwords. You could simply have a word or phrase you can say to stop the spell. The trigger can be anything you want.

But how do you apply it to the spell? Well, that depends on how you personally create or cast spells, but there's two core ways. Either build it into the spell when you first cast it, or cast it afterwords and layer the spells.

You can include the terms of kill switch as a spoken component of your original spell. So when you're saying the other parts of your verbal spell you include "When I say 'spell deactivate' the spell stops". "Spell deactivate" can be anything you want. A made up word, the spell/magic phrase backwards, ect. Just make sure it's not too hard to remember (or write it down), and something you'd never accidentally say.

You could do something similar with a petition, writing out the details rather than saying them.

If you're working with sigils or carving into a candle, or using some other form of visual symbolic writing/drawing/carving you could include the kill switch conditions there.

If you're working with visualization, or energy work, or something like that you could make or visualize a cord between a physical kill switch object (paper or something) and the spell.

Basically the best way to do it is to just include it as part of the spell when you make it. Alternatively, you could do something similar to all of this by casting a second spell over the first spell to amend it's conditions. This normally works fine, so long as you remember all the details of the first spell and there's no conflict in conditions.

When I enchant something I'll include the kill switch instructions in the spell, then I'll write it's name on a piece of paper and tell the object "You are Owl Pendant. This is your kill switch." verbally, talking directly and clearly to the object itself. I've already explained to the enchantment what to do if the kill switch is activated, but I might repeat to it "If this paper is burned in any place, or torn in a way that intersects the ink spelling your name, the kill switch is activated and your spell will stop functioning immediately." You should build this whole process, however it looks for the type of magic you're doing, into the initial casting of the spell, but I've found it doesn't hurt to clarify as well.

I think that's about as basic a lesson I can give on the topic without going into "how to cast a spell", which is something that's pretty unique to everyone and there are countless methods and countless variations on those methods.

I personally recommend everyone think on how to create and apply a kill switch when they create any spell, just as a best practice, and just in case something unexpected goes wrong. It's one of those things you may never need, but can save you a lot of trouble if you prepare before hand.

I hope this was helpful. If you have any follow up questions or have some specifics you're trying to figure out, feel free to ask or send me a DM, I don't mind lending a hand.

#Anon #spellcraft #witchcraft #magic #enchanting #witchblr #eclectic witch

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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seven

Rich and powerful men can marry seven different women in a wild attempt to produce the perfect heir. Todoroki Enji is one of these powerful men, and you’re his seventh bride.

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pairing: todoroki enji (endeavor) x fem!reader

warnings: edo period!endeavor (king henry viii inspo), forced marriage, alcohol consumption, 18+, smut, non-con, dub-con, size difference, breeding kink, rough-sex, pain, degradation, & mind break

word count: 5,750

a/n: fuck that family who started the fire in socal. my campus is literally raining ashes up in oregon. im so tired. two exams monday. im going to be going on meds for anxiety and adhd soon, so thats new. uh,,, this is like LOL its a bit bad,,, but I really, really lust over asshole enji who only wants to breed bitches and thats it. this is for the bnharem fantasy au collab, i wan’t that creative sorry see ya later skaters.

PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS. PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS. PLEASE CAREFULLY READ THE WARNINGS.

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One.

Fate: Spared.

Two.

Fate: Executed.

Three.

Fate: Died during childbirth.

Four.

Fate: Spared.

Five.

Fate: Executed.

Six.

Fate: Executed.

Seven.

Fate: Unknown.

Silks and expensive cloth held a scent that was irreplicable.

The smooth smell of the layers upon layers of fabric wrapped around your body did nothing to quench the building layer of ice in your stomach.

You were scared.

Rightfully so.

Six women came before you, and if you wanted to live, you would have to do better than them.

Marrying the Todoroki Clan head was something that most women could only dream of accomplishing in this day and age. The Todoroki’s, after all, are strong, rich, powerful, undefeated. They held the real power in this age, more influential and notable than the emperor that repeatedly begged the family for support, be it in power, strength, or money.

But, it was also known knowledge that the man who sat at the head of the clan, who held the power of the Todoroki name and future, was a man not to be trifled with.

Todoroki Enji was an endeavor of a man.

There had always been whispers about the head of the family, how he stood eight feet tall, and how his body was not lean like most warriors, but thick and savagely sturdy. His hair was red, blessed by the sun some claimed, or cursed by the devil others alleged. His temper and barbaric nature on the battlefield were, of course, rumored by the people on your lands, who had been indebted by the Todoroki Clan because of their protection and profits.

Todoroki Enji was not a man to be trifled with.

Especially not if the rumors were true.

He was painted as a demon by everyone. Still, Enji was no demon, he was human, and if he was to allow the Todoroki Clan's legacy to continue, he needed an heir… but since he was human, he was aging.

Six women.

You knew that it was six women because you had been alive to experience five of them.

You remember the newly married couple being paraded through the streets.

Todoroki Enji remained hidden within his vehicle's confines while his new wife, doe-eyed, smiling, effervescent, would greet the gathered crowds. You often wondered what they thought when you would conjure in respect for the man who ensured your childhood and adolescence were not corrupted by thieves and horror.

You wondered what she thought when promising the village elders that she would produce a strong, male heir. You raised an eyebrow at the thought that maybe, just maybe they believed that they would be different -- be able to birth a strong, capable male heir.

Six wives.

Twenty children.

Two weak, sickly boys.

A whole clan of girls.

Were they idiotic, blind, or batshit insane to ever believe that they would be different?

You undoubtedly didn’t know.

Three of the six had been executed.

Three of six had been proud to state they would produce a strong male Todoroki heir, noting that his two sons -- Touya and Natsuo -- would be removed from the family as soon as their strong son was born.

One of those three birthed a weak, sickly baby boy. She passed in childbirth and took him with her one day after.

Another of those three birthed four girls, two sets of twins because, of course, they were given two chances. She was executed on treason.

The final of those three had simply pissed him off; rumor had it. Her pussy was too tight, unwilling to sheath the thick massive cock that belonged to him… no point in breaking something that wouldn’t bend when there was more pussy out there (you remember she had been ugly too).

But what you didn’t expect was for his clan members to come through your village's streets with an announcement in hand.

Of the six women before you, three had held significant political power -- the three that survived.

Of the remaining three, there was a poet, the other a woman soldier of his, and the last being a clan member.

You had never known what the decision process was, not even a little bit, so when men dressed in dark robes with the Todoroki sigil and katana’s strapped to their sides infiltrated your village, you were on edge.

“All women who are fertile and beautiful, line up, and no, we don’t care if you’re married,” was the short, almost taunting order, and you had never felt sicker.

You were among the seventy females in your village that matched the requirement they demanded.

Your sight was almost glued to the floor as they walked through you all, your fists grabbing your light blue kimono as the men groped the women in line, teasing the breasts of the pregnant women, rutting their poorly concealed cocks through the valley of asses, shoving between some girls thighs with loopy, proud smiles on their faces, beating any man who attempted to protect any one of their honors.

But you were towards the end of the line, standing where they decided to save for last, and you were helpless to it all. You watched knowing that of the sixty-something women ahead of you, none of them remained.

The whimpers, cries, and whines grew louder by your ear, your spine rigid and sore with its tightness as the girl beside you dropped to the floor in her fear. You couldn’t bother looking at her as the parting of their robes seemed to be akin to gunpowder going off in your ears. The horrified squeal on her tongue being silenced when a cock slammed through her lips, the tears pouring down her face useless, if anything, only encouraging their roughhousing.

Your lip curled at the sound of her pathetic whining, the incessant need of her to tell them that she was not okay with this was nails on an iron plate. It annoyed you, it pissed you off.

“Look at this one,” the snickering laughter of a man breathed by your ear, instantly stilling and freezing the anger that was once radiating like fire from your chest. “She doesn’t look ashamed… she looks like she’s jealous. Maybe these common bitches do have someone good enough for Boss.”

Spluttering gasps and hiccuping cries came from the ground, and you couldn’t even bother glancing at the woman you had known all your life laying on the floor, kimono ripped open, and white, sticky cum dripping from her mouth.

“Well, there’s nothing like taking her out for a test run,” came a sleazy smile, and when two hands gripped at your clothed breasts, you didn’t so much as raise a brow at their perverted actions.

You had won in the end against them. Each perverted, twisted intention they placed against you, dirt crusted fingernails digging into your arms, purpling, throbbing cocks pressed into your backside… it hadn’t mattered.

You didn’t budge.

You didn’t cry.

You didn’t make a noise.

A simple smirk remaining on their faces at your inevitable victory against the other women in your village -- against the crying, cum stuffed women who stared at your victorious and stubborn form without a clue on how you managed.

And where did that land you?

In a room with only one window too high up for an average person to reach, white silks and fabrics adorning your body, and ceremonial ornaments in your hair.

Six women came before you, but today, you would become the seventh.

With you, there would be seven women to have wed Todoroki Enji, but you weren’t scared because you feared the fate of the six before you. No, you were much better than them; you already knew that for a fact.

The anxiety that coursed through your veins created that ice pit in your stomach came from one place and one place only.

Your cunt already sobbed at the thought of even attempting at taking his thick, veiny cock you knew was the size of your thigh later tonight.

A virgin like you had no chance of survival.

The doors to your room soon slammed open, and your back stiffened at the sight of a familiar face of an escort you had. His eyes didn’t meet yours; they were focused at the wall, his face tense and tight.

“It’s best we leave now, y/l/n, Todoroki-sama doesn’t like waiting.”

The weight of the white silk on your body felt like a brick when you stood up from your position, and you wondered if the sweat from your pits and palms would damage the kimono -- if it was noticeable. But you had a duty, and as number seven, you had no motive to be executed before even getting the chance to prove yourself.

You knew how wishes worked; the secret was in being silent about your desire… never reveal what your wish was, or the world wouldn’t grant it.

Or at least, that’s what you told yourself every time you heard the all too familiar words of: “I’ll produce a fine Todoroki heir,” through the lips of the dead and the divorced. They had spoken it to the universe, acknowledged what they needed, and the cruel world failed them each and every time.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, so consumed by the idea of what would happen tonight, you hardly realized that with the heaving puffing breathes you took to keep up with the man’s ridiculous strides, that you had made it to the shrine that you had been brought to wed.

But you couldn’t even take in the beauty of the shrine to your left because you were more interested in who was standing in the pathway towards the shrine.

Todoroki Enji.

He stood on the stone-paved path, his bulky, beefy arms folded across his chest, the fabric of his kimono taut and tight against his flexed muscle, and a sour frown on his face. It was as the rumors had spoken, you realized when you stopped mere strides away from your future husband, he was a man that looked both godly and cursed.

Bright red hair glistened like copper pans under the sunlight, waving and flickering like a raging fire with every small burst of wind. He stood at almost eight feet high, maybe eight feet, you had no idea. All you knew is that as your feet stumbled when getting near to this man, you were dwarfed, feeling like a child next to their father as you gazed up at his unmoving, scarred face. His eyes didn’t look down at you, but even you could see the clear, sharp blue in them, and for the first time, you questioned reality.

Was this man truly human? Was he genuinely Japanese?

Seeing him before you made your knees buckle in fear, arousal, and anticipation.

You wanted to see what had made the sixth scream to stop.

You wanted to see just what he was hiding behind the ridiculously tight fitted kimono, but your thoughts were yanked away when his hand -- no doubt bigger than your head -- pressed to space between your shoulder blades and pushed you.

“We’re on a tight schedule,” he merely growled, his eyes burning at something a million miles away, and with a small, pitiful whimper, you allowed him to lead the way.

The wedding ceremony was… odd, to say the least.

While you had never been married, you had attended a few weddings within your lifetime already, and never once had it felt so disturbing dead and raw as it had today. This Shinto ceremony, typically doused with symbolism and motifs for the greatest possible outcome for the union between you and Todoroki Enji, was stripped from the shrine walls, leaving the walls barren and cold as both he and the priest proceeded through the ceremony at breakneck speed.

It wasn’t something Enji wanted; you realized that clearly the moment he refused to meet your gaze; his blue eyes remaining on the priest.

Everything the both of you performed together was done haphazardly, the lack of symbols you had always wished to see in your wedding ceremony forgotten, undoubtedly seen as a farce by a man like Todoroki Enji, but still, your heart ached.

You hadn’t noticed when the ceremony had ended; Enji never once allowing you to move, or do anything for that matter, by yourself. There was no use in fighting against a man who’s entire hand fit around your forearm, his thumb even resting against his fingernail -- oh yes, this man was huge.

There was no telling when he paraded you through the streets of his territory, allowing you to numbly speak to the village elders, to allow your parents to press their sweaty palms to your cheeks because god, please, please survive this, their touch practically sobbed. You smiled at them, eyes numb with the reality of what this was going to be for you, but the cheerful tone on your tongue remained optimistic and bright with every passing word.

The scornful thoughts of the sixth woman being too weak to handle Enji had dissipated, and you wondered just what the other five did to survive what you knew was a massive fucking cock hidden beneath the shrowds of his black kimono.

You would survive, you would survive, you would survive.

But far before you were ready to, you arrived back at the Todoroki front, the wooden estate standing sturdy and strong, the air of power and aura almost tangible. The samurai and clansmen who had undoubtedly awaited for you and your now-husband (that was still odd to think about) to return. Pairs of warm, weathered hands helped you from the carriage, and without so much of a whisper of thanks, they escorted you away, heads bowed at the mercy of their leader.

Once more, you were abandoned in your room.

The window no longer allowed the streaming setting sunlight in, your room was in the eastern part of the estate, and with the nighttime coming, the setting sun was merely a memory to you.

And in that room, the tiny, unspacious room that seemed much more for a prisoner than the seventh wife of Todoroki Enji, you tried not to cry.

The door slamming open hours after you had fallen asleep had taken you by surprise.

Enji had left you to your own entertainment, and long after you were served dinner, and informed that no, Todoroki-sama would not be visiting you right now because he was busy, you had sat on the bed in your silks and robes, numbly looking at the star-filled sky. Sleep was the only thing you could do, and with the last servant visit being past midnight, you took to sleep.

Except that you forgot a sparing, important detail.

This was Todoroki Enji’s world, and you were merely his legal fuckhole.

The heavy footsteps of Enji entering the room echoed in your ear, and the door closed behind him, solidifying the end of the beginning of what you once knew.

“Seven,” he growled into the night, and your spine snapped straight.

He loomed above you, the tatami mat suddenly feeling like a brick wall against your side, and you swallowed pathetically at the way his deep, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine.

This had been the first time you had heard him speak, all other forms of communication between him and the priest and he and his clan members had been nonverbal, solely told through those piercing blue eyes that only let you dream of what he sounded like -- of what he was demanding. But you lay confused, your eyebrows scrunched at just why he had called out the number seven?

Seven what?

You twisted where you lay, your eyes meeting his own, and despite the lack of light in the room, you could see the cold, distant glint in his eyes.

“Oh good,” he mocked, his voice low and dangerous, eyes squinted in his apparent lack of approval. “You can hear.”

“S-Seven what?” you stammer, your elbow pressing into the mat, pushing you up so that you could look at your husband, uncertainty and discomfort scorching every nerve in your body.

You didn’t know what to do.

Then, it hit you. The bitter, numbing smell of alcohol coated in a fine layer around his skin, the small puffs of angry air from his mouth letting you know that your husband was inebriated, and your throat clenched when he began to dismantle his kimono.

“T-This isn’t a good idea!” you stammer, the white silk robes you were still dressed in because they refused to allow you a set of sleeping clothes because the marriage needed to be consummated, felt stiff and not protective enough. “You won’t produce a proper heir if you’re intoxicated.”

Enji raised an eyebrow at you, and your thudding heart failed to cease as his robes hit the floor with an unceremonious thud.

Whiskey dick wasn’t something foreign to you; the countless men you had sucked off in your time, the numerous sex stories you had been shared with always had some instance of a man getting drunk and being able to get their cock hard, but this…?

If this was Enji’s whiskey dick, you weren’t sure what to expect of his sober cock.

His cock was already hard, the veins in his cock large, plentiful, and bulging in many areas. It was thick, without a doubt thick enough where it would take both your hands to circle around his cock, and it was long, the swollen weeping tip leaking against his abdomen. His cock was magnificent yet deadly, and your pussy spasmed in fear of having that monster all twelve plus inches shoved into your virgin cunt.

“The fuck are you doing, seven?” Enji snarled, his powerful naked legs moving toward you, his feet pressing into the mat, and his hand reaching out to you. “I didn’t marry you for you to just stare at my fucking cock like some piss-shit baby.”

There was no time to panic, protest, or even prepare yourself for the sudden sharp, dull ache in your jaw when he pressed his monster cock past your chapped, chewed lips.

Immediately, it was overwhelming.

The engorging cock had barely passed your lips, but you were already gagging against the unwelcomed size, the horrid ache sending spilling tears down your cheeks, doing nothing but annoying the man before you. His hands gripped your hair, his eyes not even bothering to look at you as he fucked your mouth.

“Stop fucking resisting,” Enji snarled, his hips coming to meet your mouth in a vicious, unpleasant snap, the head of his cock pressing down your clenched throat, and so much of his cock still remaining far from your mouth. “Take my cock like the fucking whore I know you are, seven.”

You gasp for air, but with his cock ramming further and further down your throat, the scalding heat emitting from his skin burning your throat, making you gag and choke around him in your fear. You couldn’t breathe, you realized in a panic, and your eyes widened in fear, drool and spit spilling down your chin pathetically as Enji hums contently.

“Don’t feel so scared, seven,” Enji cruelly smirked up at the ceiling, his hips lazily, sloppily, yet powerfully delivering his cock into your bulging throat. “I heard what you did to my men, how you let them fuck you however they saw fit, how you scoffed and scowled at the other pathetic weak bitches who couldn’t handle a little groping… I thought you would like this? What is it? Never had a real fucking cock before? A little whore like yourself only gotten shitty little cocks?”

Wordlessly, you begged to be shown mercy, your vision blackening as he choked out all forms of oxygen, his war weathered body unbothered by your clawing fingers on his thighs. No, you were too weak for it to hurt him.

His hands left your hair, and you collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air, choking, and coughing for oxygen that only burned all through your system, sitting unpleasantly in your lungs while tears and saliva mixed on your throat.

“Where the fuck are do you think you’re going, seven?” Enji barked, his body suddenly looming over yours, and you felt trapped, unable to move as the mountain of a man trapped you between his sturdy arms and legs. His cock, warm and sticky with your spit and his precum, sat heavily on your stomach, the size difference between the two of you even more pronounced when the tip of his cock rested at the bottom of your ribcage. “All you did was lube up my cock for your stupid, tight pussy. Don’t think I was satisfied with that childish blowjob -- next time, if you want to cry, make sure it’s loud enough that I feel it against my cock.”

You pathetically moan at his words, the tears still falling from your eyes because your throat and jaw hurt. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

“Please,” you gasped as his cinder hot hands pressed to your breasts against your kimono, he quickly enveloped your tender flesh in his hands despite the fabric. “Please, no more.”

“I don’t remember this marriage being about you,” he mocked, and with no more of a glinting snarl of his mouth, he tore the kimono straight off your body. The horrified scream that left your lips was silenced by the echoing slap across your face.

Pain blistered at the side of your face, and the resulting tears couldn’t be felt against your numbed skin as Enji continued his conquest, his fingers pulling and ripping any and all fabric pressed against your body.

“Get away!” you weakly whimpered, body trembling and twisting as you attempted to escape the man looming above you, finally ridding you of all dresses, hands pressing to the back of your thighs to push you into a position that he liked. “Leave me alone, leave me alone…”

There was no fire in your words, nothing but the aching fear and undeniable terror.

But the words did nothing to Enji, who continued to move you so that your tight, virgin cunt lined up with his throbbing, red cockhead. Even like this, your face was pressed into his chest. His body unworldly larger than yours, incredibly goliath compared to you.

“You know, seven, if you keep trying to escape me and you keep trying to save yourself, then why are you so fucking wet with everything I’ve done?” he growls down at you, his piercing blue eyes staring straight through you, the tears falling down your face doing nothing but encouraging him because he was right… your cunt, just like his cock, was wet, dripping with the undeniable pleasure of this all. There was a fire, a shameful fire, in your pussy, throbbing in time with the stinging pulse in your face that begged for Enji’s cock despite it all. “You fucking tiny little slut… I can feel just how my actions -- how my words -- affect you, getting you off like a bitch in heat! Your efforts to hide it are pathetic, fucking useless.”

Pain.

If you thought you knew what pain was before right now, you had to be wrong.

Enji’s girth was overwhelming, nearly splitting your shuddering tight walls while he buried his cock entirely within you. Nausea builds in the back of your throat, a soundless shriek breaking past your bleeding lips, your hips bucking in their relentless attempt to adjust to the way that he was splitting your walls in two, and your face flushed in pain and lust press into his chest, the only part of him you could touch.

Fuck, fuck, “fuck!” you cried, fat and painful tears pushing past your eyes, dripping down the apples of your cheeks while Enji sighed at the feeling of your hot cunt against his cock, blood seeping out of your pussy in such a pretty way he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’ve got a really tight cunt,” he observes, his hips slamming against you without warning, his mind only caring about him, setting off another round of painful screams while he situates within you. “Mhm, this is nice. A tight, young pussy always means a good womb, you’ll give me the heir I need… I’ll make sure to fuck you full of my cum.”

His hips then begin to thrust upward into you, the tip of his cock unable to reach the beginnings of your walls that he seemed to attempt to get to with each powerful blow. But it was his girth that had your body tensed, back arched in pain, eyes clenched in nothing but pain.

Pain.

“Hey.” SLAP. Your head snapped to the side, a burning, stinging pain on your cheek, alerting you that your eyes were closed. Your piqued breathing spluttered and so spaced between it was as if you were having some sort of asthma attack. Enji looked down at you, blue eyes burning demonly down at you (you wondered if this was the same look those who survived to see him on the battlefield claimed he had), his lips curled into an unapproving snarl while his hands pushed at the bottom of your knees. You pressed further into the tatami, the angle of penetration only furthering with your desperate screams to be gentler. “Shut the hell up, you’re annoying me with all this fucking screaming. Don’t waste my time.”

You whimper loudly, the feeling of his forcibly moving hips not becoming any easier on you, no longer a wave of intensive horrifying pain, but still a throbbing pain than had your fingernails cutting into his skin. “You have to be gentler! Be gentler, please be gentler! You’re so much bigger than me!!! My pussy can’t… my pussy can’t handle this!”

The fabric of the kimono under your body seared with heat when Enji shoved you further onto the mat, your legs twitching almost pathetically around his waist while your sight nearly blackened with his next action. He slammed your knees into the mat, increasing the angle of his penetration by a tenfold, sending you into another round of howling pain and pleasure as his cock slammed into your cervix -- bruising and scalding your puffy, sensitive walls with every powerful thrust. With his drilling hips and snarling speed, your screams and shouts of pain and pleasure and fear were cut off by an enormous fist around your neck, and his voice echoed from above you.

“Didn’t your dad teach you fucking whore to be quiet, seven?” Enji hisses, his thick hand clenching around your neck. Oxygen refused to flow to your lung, you went light-headed and limp, choking noises emitting from you while he continued to slam his cock in you, your clenching and splitting walls unable to keep up with the speed of the esteemed nobleman of Japan. “You’re my breeding whore, do you understand? You have no value to me except to be breed, to be full of my cum, to carry my child. You are nothing more than an object. Do. You. understand?”

Your head throbbed, the blood forcibly kept in your head, and the lack of oxygen made your world spin.

“Y-Yes!” you choke on your tongue.

“Repeat it!”

“I’m your breeding whore! Fill me with your cum, I wanna… fuck, I w-wanna carry your children! I’m your object, I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!”

“There we go,” Enji sighs contently, his broad chest pressing your thighs further into the bed, cutting off what limited oxygen you had left, and increasing the jabbing pleasure within you by a tenfold.

“Shit, such a filthy fucking cunt you have,” he groans, your walls spasming against him with his wild, obscene thrusts. He moves his hands further up your legs so that they press against your knees, your legs then wrap around his body, shaking as he makes no effort to slow in his advances, your finger drawing blood from where they raked down his back because he was burning an outline of your body into the mat. Your strangled scream goes unnoticed by Enji, a desperate plea for him to be softer.

But he wasn’t someone who cared.

You were only here to be bred, to give him a son, the strongest son the entire country of Japan -- nay, the world -- has ever seen.

Pathetically, your hips attempt to rise up to meet him, a prayer that it would ease this brutal force he was using. It was too much -- his cock easily overpowering your throbbing cunt.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping pussy created loud wet noises that made you cry in embarrassment. Your face felt like it was seconds from popping out, Enji’s weight crushing you on top of the abhorrent position he was fucking you in, but he found it as an excuse to speed up. His rugged grunts are warnings in your ears as his cock finally hits your cervix with consistency that makes you wail. The stretch he gave you was boggling, and you were progressively less cognitive aware as he drilled in harder. His slams were so hard that the sound of his thighs hitting your ass let out a continuous and loud slap.

His fingers gouge into your skin, and you cry his name like a hopeful prayer as he is fueled by your appraisal, your breath hot and sticky between the valley of his chest. Your tongue pressing against his skin akin to some infant looking to suck their mothers tit.

The force in which Enji slammed his hips to meet yours. Above your ear, the growling pants that mocked you for enjoying this demeaned you for thinking you were anything more than his breeding whore sent a liquid fire that could never match the heat of a conflagration to your core. When your head smashed against the mat because you could no longer keep your head up.

“That’s fucking right,” he laughs, drool pouring past your lips with your mindless babble, your eyes fluttering closed. Pleasure drowned in pain sobs expelled from your lips, invigorating something powerful within the entire family who watches on with impatient stares at the sight of your squeezing cunt around Eniji’s cock. “Take my fucking cock, bitch, don’t fucking pass out yet, we’re far from over.”

Enji was raw power, destruction, and strength. He pistoled into your sobbing core with the intent of getting his sperm into your cunt, to get his sperm that would get him a son into you, other than that, he was uncaring, unmotivated by your pathetic whining and crying. Your thrashing and wailing do not stop Enji, nor do they lessen the pace and the force he’s settled in as the floor begins to creak with every powerful thrust.

“I needa — holy shit, r-right there! M-More, more, more, more--”

“What? Do you need to come already, seven?” Enji mocks you pushing up off you so his back is curved, and your body so small underneath him. “Do you really think I’ll let you cum before me?”

Your eyes can no longer stay open as the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and begs for more. You forcibly clench around him to stir a reaction from him, but all he does is snarl quietly as he continues his rutting force. The pounding is rhythmic. His balls bruising your ass where he hits you. The feeling of Enji’s cock entering and leaving you draws your eyes to the back of your head as you pathetically whimper his name, his thighs hitting your ass at bruising force, only adding to your pleasure.

Each powerful snap of his hips sending your back arching to the heavens, the balls of your feet digging bruisingly into his back. In and out he goes, your cunt nothing more than a cocksleeve for him, and your wanton screams and mewls taking him further and further.

Enji all but laughs into your ear, his hand moving from pressing onto the tatami mat and pushing into your opened mouth, pressing onto your tongue. “Suck my fingers like a good whore, show me that you’re not gonna disappoint me. Suck my fingers.” you sob in the thought, not because you’re fearful of disappointing the man, but because the feeling of his fingers in your mouth makes your cunt throb ludicrously, your tongue desperately wrapping around the appendages, pushing through the space of his fingers. “I’m going to fill you up so good, breeding whore. You’ll be leaking my cum for days. I’m going to make sure you carry the Todoroki gene, and I hope that it’s my son you carry.”

The words incite clenching heat in your core, your lips unable to form anything but a weak, pitiful moan because the thought of being filled to the max with Todoroki cum makes your mind spin. More, you want to milk them all dry. You want nothing more than that. With a ragged breath, a consecutive full thrust that sends his cock slamming against your cervix, Enji cums fully within you. His load is long and heavy, your belly feeling like it’s bulging when he finally emerges from your cunt. His once hard cock limping in his hands while you lay there defeated, his and your intermixed cum spilling from your pulsing cunt.

Your mouth opened, sobbing at his absence, a need for him to return despite your core's undeniable tremor and ache. He’s off your body as well, and oxygen floods your lungs in dizzying and shallow pants, your vision fuzzies out, and you stare almost brokenly at the window painted with the rising morning sun.

Your room was in the east wing, after all.

You didn’t even protest when he pressed a smooth wooden plug into your cunt to “ensure you were bred to succession.”

He would soon leave your room, stumbling out with a drunken hiccup, leaving you to lay on a once white kimono… a once white kimono drenched in cum, blood, sweat, and tears.

You wouldn’t know until two weeks later, but Todoroki Enji had succeeded in breeding you, and you would eventually lay in a birthing room with blood and sweat and tears soaking your skin as a silent baby boy was placed in your arms.

“And what will his name be?” the midwife asked, her eyes wide with joy for you and Enji.

“...Shouto.”

#endeavor x reader #todoroki enji x reader #endeavor smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha

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The End of It All

Vampire!Katsuki Bakugou x Witch!Reader

WC: 6k+

Warnings: Cussing

Angst - breakups and makeups

A/N: I wrote this over two years ago and just found it. If I decide to edit it I’ll post that one on my AO3, or if people ask me to post it here I can <3

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The idea of a calamity had never even crossed their minds until a couple of days ago. Everything seemed to be harmonious between the humans and the supernaturals, but never in a thousand years could they guess just how wrong they were. In a matter of days, war had broken loose between the few humans who knew of the other world, and the extremists of the supernatural that wanted only bloodshed. The Negotiator was notified immediately, and brought a group of friends onto the scene. It only spiraled from there.

Mina and Uraraka sobbed into one another as it dawned on them that very soon everything they loved could be eviscerated, while Kaminari and Kirishima attempted to soothe them as the night went on. Midoriya and Iida ran around searching for books that could possibly lead to a solution, but there was no manual on how to fix the destabilization between the supernatural world and the human one. Todoroki sits in a chair by him lonesome, contemplating if he should leave, while Katsuki has the same thought on the opposite side of the room as he leans against the doorframe.

“Do you think we should try (Y/N) again? She might pick up this time,” Iida flips through a tome as he speaks, eyes glancing at Midoriya.

“I don’t think we should. Last I heard from her she was going to visit the harpies, and if her phone went off during that meeting then we could be royally screwed. They could have a solution, so I think it’s better if we just have faith and-” “Have faith?! That’s your shitty advice?!” Katsuki growls from across the room, a deep scowl decorating his features. “We all know damn well that (Y/N) could have ditched us and left the world for dead! She’s a fucking witch and doesn’t give a shit what happens to the rest of us as long as it doesn’t fucking bother her!” His fangs started to grow as he spoke. During his little outburst he had walked over to the table and slammed his hands down, putting more emphasis on the cuss words than anything. “She. Doesn’t. Give. A. Shit. About. Us.”

“You shouldn’t say that about her, Bakugou. We know you have a past with her, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to forget about the rest of the world. She’s not that petty.” Iida is calm as he speaks, making sure not to make eye contact with the vampire, as it could set him off even further.

“You see her as a friend, and I see her as a lover. She’s a completely different person, I can promise you that.” A low growl had escaped Katsuki’s lips after he spoke, but his ear twitched as he sensed movement outside. Looking out the window, he saw no branches move, but a bright light shone through it.

Todoroki gets up and inspects the outside of the estate, careful to not move the curtains too much. He didn’t want any uninvited guests knowing what room they were in. As he stared outside the glass, he could see an alchemy circle burned into the grass with your figure lying in the middle of it. Your body is in a fetal position, as if trying to protect something. Upon seeing this, Todoroki bolts out of the library without saying a word and goes out into the cold night. Katsuki runs after him to see what was going on with the rest of the party in tow.

The stream of people watched as Todoroki made no hesitation to pick you up bridal style from the ground and carry you back to the house. In your hands is an old book; its sides were ripped apart and there was a lock preventing it from being opened. The bind had decorative gold inlays, but no title. As of now, Todoroki did not care for the book, but the girl he carried in his arms.

“She’s breathing,” he looked to Uraraka, “and will most likely need medical attention.” With nothing left to be said, he walks briskly into the house and finds the nearest couch. Uraraka follows him and starts to check on you and perform a series of healing spells.

Kirishima, Mina and Kaminari walk back inside and sit near the other three, but make no move towards them.

“Is there anything we can do?” Mina’s quiet voice pierces the thick coat of silence around them.

“Right now I don’t need anything, but stay put just in case there is an emergency,” Ochako’s eyesight don’t leave your figure once. The party of four sits behind nod silently and watch as she works..

Outside, Iida and Midoriya are trying to figure out what the alchemy circle means. Not everyday does someone use such powerful magic to teleport, let alone a witch who prefers not to use alchemy at all. They carefully examined the etchings in the ground, the symbols older than anything they’ve had the chance to work with. Katsuki stood a couple of feet away, also trying to figure out where the fuck (Y/N) teleported from.

“Well this symbol means ‘ancient’ and this one over here means ‘creature’, but there’s one in between…” Midoriya pulls out his notebook and starts to sketch the symbols down.

“This is definitely from a different plane of existence, but I’ve never seen it. Is this from her personal dimension?” Iida spoke.

“No, it’s not. Her sigil phrase would be ‘nisi rogatus non transient’ and her keyphrase is ‘fiducia’. Plus there aren’t enough swirls in the alchemic circle to fit her personal taste,” the blonde grumbled. His eyes fixed over the old text, but this language was way before he turned into a creature of the night.

“Did (Y/N) use alchemy way back? I haven’t seen her use it in decades,” Iida ponders out loud.

“Doesn’t matter. Shouldn’t you be fucking figuring out what this shit means?” The two nerds nod and walk quickly back into the library where they begin a whole new search. The vampire slowly approached the living area where his once lover was lying on the couch with a fairy over her form. A glow erupts from Ochako’s hands as she tries to wake you up. Again, Katsuki leans against the door frame, eyes carefully watching what was happening.

He couldn’t help but feel concerned; he never truly got over you, no matter how poorly he acted. Remembering everything you had, everything you lost and the times he wished he had spent with you only caused his cold heart to clench in pain. What if I had been there when she asked? Would things be different? Does she still care? His mind raced with a thousand different thoughts. This was, afterall, the first time he had seen you in almost a century after one of the worst breakups to ever exist.

Long story short, he was more focused on hunting rather than your relationship, so you decided to give a dangerous alchemic spell a shot after having no one to talk sense into you. Bakugou doesn’t know what kind of spell you were trying to cast, but he does know that it caused some sort of damage to your magical force. He wasn’t there during the ritual, but showed up at your hut months after the disaster. You had looked sick, as if death’s grip was starting to drag you down into hell, and before letting him speak you told him to leave, and never come back. After hours of screaming and bickering, he left. Not once did either of you try to speak to the other, but you both knew you were in the wrong. Katsuki wasn’t there for you, but you blamed him for your dangerous actions, which was in no way his fault.

Nothing brought him joy after that; not the hunt, not the warmth of another. Nothing. For almost a century he felt empty. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to embrace you in his arms once again. Take you away from everyone and keep you to himself, but he knew that it simply wasn’t going to happen. He knew he had fucked up and is now trying to find a way to fix it. Not in a century had he been this close to you, and it was slowly taking away his life force. For all he knows, you’re in a coma caused by the harpies and have no way to save the world - or you found a way to save the world and sacrificed yourself. Either way, someone has hell to pay.

“Bakugou!” Ochako breaks his train of thought, her eyes screaming concern. “I need ice, her ribs are broken.” Standing up straight, he swiftly walks to the kitchen and retrieves the ice, taking a plastic bag and some paper towels.

“Thank you,” the round faced girl was sweating at this point, tired from healing but knowing that she couldn’t stop anytime soon.

“Guys! We found out what (Y/N) was doing!” Midoriya races into the lounge, holding several books within his arms. “She was trying to make contact with the Great Ones!” He flipped open some of the books, showing different languages and sigils.

“Why the fuck would she do that?! Wasn’t she going to see the harpies?” No one needed to look to understand who was speaking.

“I contacted the harpies, and they said she did speak to them, but only for a short time. They didn’t have anything that could help, so she left in a hurry.” The green haired male put his books down on the nearest surface and flipped through a particular book. “They did say that she bought some mandrake liver, which is odd considering it’s very expensive and very hard to come by, but I guess if she made contact with the Great Ones it makes sense. No one has been able to talk to them in years, not after they cut themselves out of the supernatural. If (Y/N) actually talked to them, then she is the first person in a millenium to ever see or speak to them. It’s a miracle she’s even alive.”

“Yeah, they almost fucking killed me.” You start to rise from the couch, rubbing your temples as you do so. “Think I could get a glass of water, my throat is fucking killing me.”

“You’re up! And so quickly!” Izuku stared in amazement at the girl who not only escaped death, but talked to some of the oldest beings in the universe.

“Yay, lucky me.. Can I just get some fucking water? Don’t mean to be rude, but I can feel my broken ribs and my dry ass throat so a little help would be appreciated.” Dry as ever, you spoke to no one in particular as you lean back into the couch and press the ice bag into the ribs that are broken. “Could someone grab me some rat tails, lavender powder and milk from the toad? Should fix these ribs real quick…”

“On it,” Mina hops up from her seat and runs off to gather what you asked.

“How are you feeling? Besides the ribs and headache.” Ochako reaches for your hand, taking it into her own.

“Pretty good, actually. Great Ones offered some knowledge, albeit for a price.” Peeking an eye open, you gaze at your peers.

“Did you find the answer?”

“What ‘price’?” The negotiator and the vampire spoke at the same time, both asking valid questions but concerned about different matters.

“Cool your jets, besties,” fangs bared, Katuski growled at the thought of being “besties” with a fucking nerd, “I need to heal up before I start spilling the details.” Just then, Mina runs back into the room, all three ingredients in hand along with a mortar and pestle.

“I got the stuff! What do I do now?”

“Now, you hand it all over and watch a witch work her magic.” Your greedy hands swipe the contents of a healing elixir and begin to mash everything together. Tediously, your fingers throw components into the mortar, then pressing them together with the pestle makes a liquid in which you drink in one big gulp. The group watches as your ribs emanate a sickly light, making the room glow in a mysterious manner. After about five seconds, it stopped and you stood up to stretch.

“Much better, now how about we go into the library so we can examine this,” you wave the torn book, “and figure out how to save the world.” Moving forward, you give them no time to answer. It gave them no choice but to follow you.

“Would you at least answer my damn question?” Katsuki remains in the doorframe, unmoving from his comfy position..

“How about you move out of my fucking way, and go to the library like I said? Maybe you’ll get your answer there, huh?” You shoulder check your way out of the lounge and into the library.

After everyone takes their places in various spots around the library, you begin to speak.

“I want to apologize for being so late, after I said I was only going to the harpies. Turns out, they don’t have much more information than mine and Midoriya’s libraries combined. Right as I was about to leave, Tokoyami said there might be one more group I should go see. He pulled me into his private room and gave me the liver of a mandrake as well as a page from his personal grimoire. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, but it was the alchemic way to reach the Great Ones. We talked for a short time after it about how to approach them and what would happen if they did or did not decide to help. Knowing we’re getting short on time, I did the ritual right there in his room, and low and behold I was taken to a dimension far outside our normal planes of existence. It was cold, dark and dank with a stench that rivaled the odors of giants. My senses were being attacked in the most foul of ways, but that was the least of my concerns as I was met with the eyes of not one, but three of the Greats.” You shudder at the memory. “When they spoke it was deafening. I felt like I was going mad, or at the very least I was losing all sense of control. They knew why I was there, and decided that it would be more beneficial to help me, as what is going on now also affects them.” You cast your gaze downward, whispering the next sentence. “They agreed to tell me what to do only if they were given a sacrifice-”

“EXCUSE ME?!” Bakugou roared from the other end of the room. “YOU TOLD THEM YOU WOULD SACRIFICE SOMEONE?!”

“Kacchan-”

“YOU DON’T GET TO SPEAK, DEKU. SHE IS GOING TO SACRIFICE SOMEONE! SHE DECIDED TO TRADE ONE OF US OFF FOR THE ‘GREATER GOOD’! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU ASK A GOOD FOR NOTHING WITCH FOR HELP! I TOLD YOU IT WAS A MISTAKE TO ASK HER FOR HELP!”

“I NEVER SAID IT WAS GONNA BE ONE OF YOU.” The commotion stops. All eyes are now on you. “I never fucking said it was going to be one of you, I didn’t even finish what I was saying…” Your eyes look down at the shaking in your hands.

Todoroki reaches forward and takes your hands in his own, stopping the tremble that has overcome you. “Go on.”

You take a deep breath in, “Like I was saying, they asked for a sacrifice of a magical being, but one of great power so the balance in the cosmos would be right. I tried to ask them what the requirements were for ‘great power’, but I received no answer. Instead, this book,” you put it down on the table, “appeared in my hands. Next thing I knew, I was on the couch…”

“So you don’t know how to unlock the latch on the front?” The green haired boy slides the book to himself, examining it with a sense of importance.

“No, but I have a feeling I’m the only one that’s going to be able to open it.”

“Why is that?”

“I mean, I’m the first person in forever to even see one of the Greats, let alone live from an encounter with them. If I’m not able to open it, then no one can.”

“Okay, well are there any keys that you have on you now? Maybe it’s the same one as your house key or lab key?” You shrugged and pulled out a set of keys from your pocket. Immediately you noticed one that hadn’t been there previously.

“Or the one that just happened to appear…” Inserting the key, and twisting it releases the metal strap on the bind of the book. It makes a soft clicking noise as it opens. Greedily, you opened up the pages to see what they held, only to find them blank. “What the fuck?” Aggressively, you flip through the whole thing until you find one page where a plethora of information was held.

“Is that it?” Iida was peaking over your shoulder. In fact, the rest of the party had gathered around the table to see what was going on. Well, everyone except the blonde haired, red eyed vampire.

“It has to be. This is the only marked page.”

“Well, it seems to be in celestial. Can you decipher it?” You cock your eyebrow and turn to Iida.

“Is that a question?”

“Hey, less flirting, more reading,” Kaminari spoke.

“That wasn’t flirting, but not like you would know.” He jolts back at the sudden attack, feigning a hurt look. Small chuckles could be heard around the room, but they died down as everyone anticipated your analysis.

“It’s a ritual with both alchemic and abjuration magic,” your eyes continue down the page, trying to make sense of all the scribbles, “but it looks like there’s only one ingredient.”

“Let me guess, a sacrifice.” Red eyes bore deep into your figure as Katsuki spoke.

“...yeah.”

“And where the fuck are you going to find some ‘great magical being’?” His teeth are showing as he scowls once more. It may have been years since he’s seen you, but he knows what you’re thinking.

The knuckles on your hands start to turn white from the frustration that was building in your chest. You weren’t intending on telling everyone how you were going to let yourself be sacrificed in the name of Great Ones. You wanted to keep it a secret from them, but Katsuki could see right through you.

“I don’t know.”

“FUCKING LIAR!” He crosses the room with lightning speed and wraps his hands around your neck, crushing you into a nearby bookcase. Your vision is white for a split second, but returns to see a face with nothing but disgust across its features. Gasping for air, you attempt to pry his hands off of you, but it wasn’t worth trying as you knew the kind of strength Katsuki possesses. “I know what you’re planning to do! You want to kill yourself because some old ass supernaturals want you to, but I’m not gonna let that fucking happen.” He slams you into the bookcase once more after seeing your eyes start to drift off. “Do you hear me?!”

“Bakugou, get your hands off her now!” Iida, Todoroki, Kaminari, Kirishima and Midoriya run over to the scene and start to restrain Katsuki. They struggle to pull him back, but after a few seconds of letting you go, your whole body drops to the floor and your lungs start to gasp for oxygen. While you are coughing, Mina and Uraraka latch onto your sides and help you up. Now sitting down, you cough trying to catch your breath.

“What the hell were you thinking dude?! You didn’t even let (Y/N) fucking speak?!” Kirishima’s speech was a low growl, his eyes turning from the normal black color into a more yellow, dog-like eye.

“I’m not going to let her fucking die because she thinks she is self righteous. She’s not more important than any of us, and if she thinks so I’ll kill her myself.”

“How do you know that?! How do you know that she wants to sacrifice herself?! How do you know that she thinks she’s better?!” Kiri stops, waiting for an answer. When none presents itself, he continues his rant. “You don’t know what is going in her head! So stop assuming you know stuff that we don’t!”

“Kiri, stop before you make a fool of yourself.” Gently, you put your hand on the shoulder of the raging werewolf. His eyes fade into the black abyss they once were. All eyes were now on you, “Katsuki’s right. I was going to sacrifice myself…” several gasps were audible in the thick silence, “but not because I think I’m better than anyone here. We all are powerful in our own regard, but I’ve been alive for twelve hundred years. If anyone of us is going down, it’s going to be me.” Scoffing, Katsuki barges out of the room, unable to deal with the level of bullshit he just heard. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe he was powerful, or anyone else in the room (he wouldn’t say it outloud), but he couldn’t believe that you were willing to give up on yourself to save the world. Did you not see how important you are? Whether you knew it or not, he cared about you and he didn’t plan on letting you die anytime soon.

The tension built itself around the room as the still airwaves remained unchanged. Not even breathing could be heard. Standing up from the table, you put the chair back into place and made a grab for the book, but someone stopped you.

“No,” green eyes bore into your own, “you’re not taking it. We’re locking it up. There has to be a different solution.”

“There isn’t! We’ve talked to everyone we possibly could have and no one else thought of anything! For fucks sake Midoriya, I had to talk to some ancient beings to get a hold of this spell and almost died because of it! I’m taking what’s mine!” With both hands, you yank it from his grasp.

“I said no (Y/N). We’ll find another way. There has to be another way-”

“There’s not! What is so hard to understand! The clock is ticking and it’s only a matter of time before it all turns to shit, might as well fix it now and get it over with!”

“(Y/N), just give me the grimoire. Don’t make this any more difficult than it needs to be. No one here wants you to die, and we’re not going to let you! Just pass it over.” Conflicted, your white knuckles loosen on the rough leather and place it down on the table. Without looking at anyone, you make your way to a spare room and sit on a bed, thinking about what else there was to do.

Hours passed as you thought about the end of it all. There is no other way for this to end. The fucking Old Ones said that this way the only way possible, so it has to be right? We exhausted all other resources: the scripts from Alexandria, my personal collection, Izuku’s personal collection and the harpies. None of us had anything. Your foot was tapping against the floor anxiously. If I could just get the pages from the book and get back to my place then it could all be over. None of them would have to worry anymore. It’s been a couple of hours… maybe they’re asleep. If I take it now and make a run for it, I’d have at least a couple hour head start. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about someone trying to stop me…

With a gameplan in mind, you stealthily make your way out of the room, creeping around as silently as possible. Passing a few other rooms, the snores of several companions reassure your suspicion. Now was the time to strike. Trying your damnedest not to make the floor creak, you tiptoe through the house to the library. You’re assuming it’s still there, but they could’ve removed it. Too busy focusing on trying to make a sound, you didn’t realize the pair of blood red eyes that closely follow.

Upon reaching the library, your eyes land on the old leather cover that lies exactly where you last remember. Swiftly taking it from its place and reaching for its key, you took the latch off and ripped the single page from its binding. As you did so, a knocking noise was heard from the entrance, but looking at it didn’t give you an answer. Everything was where you left it, but the uneasy feeling of eyes on you causes a thought to cross your mind. Am I being followed? Shoving the spell into your pocket, you glanced around one more time to make sure no one was there.

“O custos revelare,” voice barely above a whisper and clutching the necklace of the triple goddess, the knowledge of Katsuki’s watchful eyes on you entered your consciousness. Great, just what I needed. How the fuck am I supposed to leave now? Maybe if I trapped him somewhere that he can’t be heard, or if I place a silencing spell? No, he’ll still be able to get someone’s attention. Best shot I got is to lure him out of earshot from the others and place a trapping spell, but that requires time… Fuck! What the hell am I supposed to do?!

Quickly trying to recover from the stream of thoughts, you make your way to the attic. This should be far enough from the others. If he screams up here they shouldn’t hear him, especially with all the fabric. Now how do I get the circle in place? ...goddamnit why the hell can’t my brain think of something? Abjuration? No, that’s later. Conjuration? No. Divination? No. Evocation? No. Necromancy? What the hell, no! Transmutation is a no go as well. That leaves alchemy, enchantments and illusions. Alchemy takes too long, so that’s out of the question, and Katsuki can easily overpower my enchantments. So illusions it is.

Katsuki watches as you stumble your way up a couple flights of stairs, trying so hard not to alarm anyone of your presence. He couldn’t help but feel amused at your little act. You just look so cute acting like a rogue trying to steal their first jewels. On the other hand, he couldn’t believe that after the outburst he had and Deku’s own freakout you still were going through with your plan. Do you not care about him? Do you seriously not realize just how important you are? Of course he’s gonna stop you; the minute you stormed off he knew there was a plan being formulated.

Shattering glass littered the stairwell as the nearest window blew inward. Immediately, Katsuki checks for intruders and looks down the stairwell to see that the other windows have been broken in as well. Peering up, he doesn’t see your figure any more and begins to panic. With his enhanced speed he runs downstairs and starts to sniff out anything suspicious.

Leaving the crystals in their place to keep the illusion going as long as possible, you could care less about making much noise. Bolting up to the attic, you shut the door behind you and took out a pocket knife, working on a trap, or abjuration, spell. The intricate carvings were taking longer than you thought, and the panic of being caught was causing you to slip up.

“Shit! Fuck!” There’s no time left! Once again grabbing the necklace of the goddess, you start reciting a simple fire spell and start to burn the lines into the wood floor, being careful not to burn the house down.

“Adolebitque imperium.” A small flame danced around the floor, as if following a line of gasoline. It wasn’t even a flame, but looked like the end of a stick of incense. The small embers made their way around the room, carving out sigils and words. Trapping a vampire was tough enough, but with Katsuki’s strength and will it was going to be even worse.

Back downstairs, Katsuki stalks the main floor, careful not to alarm something that could be in the house. His nose isn’t picking up on anything out of the ordinary, but he got the feeling that it was all a ruse. Looking around more only confirms his suspicion as he noticed no other windows were broken, and when he got back to the stairs those windows were put back.

“That sneaky little-” his feet pound on the ground as he makes his way to your location. “I can’t believe she- what a little- UGH!” He fells dumb. He knows your magic, but he couldn’t even figure it out on first glance - not like he used too, that is.

Reaching the top of the stairs and closing the door, he tries the doorknob, but to no avail.

“(Y/N) open the door.” No response. He waits a few seconds until he tries again. “I swear to fucking God (Y/N), open the goddamn door or I will break it down.” Pressing an ear to the door, he listened to double check he was in the right area. After hearing some shuffling on the other side, his fists pound against the door. “I can fucking hear you, you know!” When no response came, again, he grabbed the door knob and snapped it off like it was a candy cane. “I’m coming in so don’t fucking attack me!”

You stand by an opened window, wind softly blowing through your hair and the moonlight highlighting your face in all the right ways. If only someone had a camera, this shot could make “Time” magazine. Katsuki’s breath was taken away at the scene; you looked so serene and just as beautiful as the day he met you. Although his heart wasn’t supposed to be beating, he felt as though it might leap out of his chest and run into your arms. You turn slowly, to face him with the ripped pages gently folded between your fingers.

“Hand it over. We both know I’m not letting this happen.” He inches closer in the room, about a foot away from the carvings on the floor. You just need to provoke him further, but the look in his eyes was killing you. They weren’t like anything you’d ever seen come out of Katsuki; even in the most intimate of moments. They screamed desperation but remain firm.

“It’s the only way, and you know it.” Eye contact hasn’t broken once since he bust the door open, but it only intensified as you speak.

“I don’t fucking care if it’s the only way. You are not dying for this, for these people! We both know what kind of shit the world puts us through and you want to put your life on the line for them. For those BASTARDS!” Screaming, he moves another few inches forward, eyes pleading for you to give in. “WHAT HAS THE WORLD EVER DONE FOR YOU?! BESIDES PUT YOU DOWN AND BEAT YOU TO THE CURB?!”

“It showed me you. Didn’t it?” The question startles him. You were the calm to his storm, the yin to his yang and yet… he didn’t want to admit that the world actually did him good.

“No. I gave myself to you. I wanted to be with you. I loved you. I still love you. Can’t you see this is fucking killing me?! Can’t you see that I just want to be with you?! CAN’T YOU SEE THAT I WANT YOU BACK?! THAT I WANT TO WAKE UP TO YOU WITH ME EVERYDAY?! WHY THE FUCK CAN’T YOU-” He didn’t realize he had closed his eyes with rage, and that you had made your way across the room to him. In the middle of his rant, you placed your soft hand on his cheek, caressing his face. Instinctually, he presses his cheek further into your touch, opening his eyes to meet yours. It felt like he had just had a sip of water after a centuries-long drought; this was something he didn’t acknowledge that he needed so badly, but now that it was happening he only wanted more.

“That day that you left, I was broken. For years I was only half the person I once was, and it was because I didn’t have you. I thought that you hated me, and never wanted to see me again…”

“I could never hate you,” he grabbed your wrist, “not after everything we’ve been through. Not after our sleepless nights of talking, the years of moving around and the fact that you’re the only person I’ve ever been myself around.” He sighs, the whole ordeal becoming emotionally taxing. Not once did he ever open himself up to anyone; not after you. It was hard enough for you to crack him, but once you two were through, he built up walls of steel. “I never stopped loving you. You are the only one for me. You’re the only person willing to put up with my bullshit and able to control my temper. Even if you are a damn witch, you’re my damn witch.”

Tears start to haze both of your visions, but you give in, letting them cascade down your cheek. Heart clenched, ready to burst, you enveloped yourself in his scent, embracing him like your life depended on it. He quickly returns the gesture and places his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you stayed like this for a moment before gently rocking back and forth. Slowly, you inch him closer to the abjuration spell.

Goddess, what have I done to deserve this? Why do I have to be the one fucking person he loves but also the one person that can save everyone from certain doom? Why am I just getting him back now, right before the end? Crying harder, you push yourself further into his chest. He didn’t take this as “out of the normal” because he thought you were still crying over him; that’s not saying you weren’t, but other thoughts were on your mind. Your body still moves closer to the circle, pulling Katsuki with you. What the fuck (Y/N). You could’ve just placed the circle and left, but no. You had to stick around and make everything 1000 times harder.

The sound of wood burning turns Katsuki’s attention to the ground, where he sees the sigils recarve themselves into the floor. He was flabbergasted, the breath knocked right out of him.

“(Y/N)...?” His voice was weak as he spoke, as if pleading for this to be a dream and not the hell he was about to go through.

“I’m so sorry. I wish there was another way but there isn’t and I just-” He releases your hug, his body going rigid as he starts to piece it together.

“You tricked me… after everything I said and did, you trapped me. You’re gonna fucking kill yourself and you trapped me here so I can’t stop you.”

“There’s no other way. The Greats said that it had to be a powerful magic user, and we both know Izuku, Iida, Todoroki and Uraraka don’t make the cut. The harpies don’t have anyone as powerful as me either and it doesn’t look like we’ll be finding anyone powerful within the next couple of days. I can end this now. The panic, the worry; it could all be over with tonight.” You step out of the circle, grabbing the instructions from your pocket and holding them to your chest.

“You decided that instead of staying with me, you’d rather die. Am I hearing this correctly? YOU WOULD RATHER NOT EXIST THAN BE WITH ME?!” He ran up to you, but the invisible barrier holds him from reaching your body.

“Don’t. Don’t make this about you. This is about more than just us and it is definitely about more than what we had forever ago. I’m fucking sorry neither of us got our acts together in time, but the balance of nature needs to be set anew. If I had known that you still loved me, that you still cared for me, then yeah, this whole situation might’ve turned out differently. But the fact that it took us almost 1000 years to get our shit together and talk to each other says a little something. Maybe we’re both too headstrong to be in a relationship. Hell, that’s how the last one ended! So don’t you dare make this about you, because there are so many other people that I love and want to look out for than just you. The world is counting on me because if I don’t do this, then the world as we know it won’t be in existence within the next few days.” You turn to the window, taking a deep breath and slowing your rapid heart rate.

As you approach the window, you mutter “revertetur in terram suam” and the forest around the house transforms into the inside of your bedroom. Once more, you took a deep breath to ease the pain of leaving everyone behind.

“Tell them I love them, and I did it for the best.” You walk over to Katsuki and rip off your triple goddess necklace, offering it to him. “I know you’re not religious, but it’s a piece of me. So you don’t forget.” Reluctantly, he reaches out and takes it, examining it with a furrowed brow.

“I would never fucking forget…” it was barely audible, but it made your heart flutter.

“I love you, Katsuki. Even if it seems like I’m betraying you, I want you to know that I hope you find someone who loves you and can crack that barrier over your heart.” Walking over to the portal, you utter one last sentence, “Please take care of yourself,” and then you’re gone.

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