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okaylorrainee · 2 years ago

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her way of water

characters. neteyam & female reader. sully family. tsireya.

synopsis. neteyam and his family left their clan to seek uturu from yours. on their first night, neteyam wanders by the shore to clear his mind. he finds himself away from everyone’s marui pods and comes across you as you bathed - he couldn’t get you out of his mind since then.

note. heyy sorry for the delay of this chapter despite my announcement of its scheduled release. a lot has happened in just a few days and i couldn't find the time to write. thank u to everyone who noted the previous chapters!

taglist. @rainbowsocks @mashiromochi @anm3mi @fanboyluvr @anxietydrogz @sakura-onesan @amortencjja @kaealowri

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tuk’s laughter was loud as she fed her ilu with tsireya and kiri. their glee was contagious when the animal let out sounds of joy; everyone watching smiled with them.

it was heartwarming moments like this when neteyam appreciated awa’atlu and the beauty it offered them. he was reminded of his firsts as a child back at the omatikaya clan. every memory was pleasant; from his first hunt, his first tsaheylu with the pa’li, his coming-of-age ceremony, and his first raid, recognized as a reliable warrior by his father - these were all moments he cherished about the clan he grew up in. but for tuk, it would be different.

tuk would be growing up in this clan now, and that meant she would learn more about the ocean than the forest. unlike the rest of the sully family who experienced great transitions in their lives, tuk would just be starting hers. neteyam was glad that his little sister was enjoying herself here so far. he wanted her to create beautiful memories like he did when he was a child. it would be a privilege, especially because this generation was in another time of war.

neteyam was interrupted in his thoughts when lo’ak went in front of him and started waving in his face. “what’re you thinking about, smiling to yourself like that, bro? is it that girl who ghosted you?” he teased. “what was her name again?”

neteyam stood up and head locked his brother in a playful manner, rubbing his fist on top of lo’ak’s head as he said with gritted teeth, “her name is for me to know, and for you to not mention again, baby bro. you understand?”

lo’ak freed himself from neteyam’s arm, “damn. already possessive?”

neteyam scoffs at him. “her name was already introduced to you and you just forgot, skxawng.”

“yeah, yeah.” he rolled his eyes. lo’ak then catches sight of a figure nearby who was approaching them; he smirks. “speaking of.” he tapped his older brother’s arm before pointing to her direction.

neteyam looked behind him, standing up, and in an instant, his heart pounded with nervousness. you were here? why were you here? are you finally willing to talk to him?

“hello.” he greeted as soon as you got closer. “you came. i am glad-“ but you walked past him, eyes fixed on his sisters. neteyam stood dumbfounded and lo’ak snickered beside him; he hasn’t seen his perfect older brother like this before.

lo’ak put his arm on neteyam’s shoulder. “let’s go, bro.”

you waited for the girls to finish feeding the ilu. they gave it a final pet before letting it swim away. tsireya was the first to notice your presence that she hurried to your side, happy that you listened to her and came. tuk and kiri follow behind her, the former sending you a shy smile.

everyone already knew the drill when tsireya gestured to come quickly and sit to form a circle. neteyam could only purse his lips as he watched you move further away from him and squeeze yourself in between rotxo and his sisters, kiri indifferent to your actions.

neteyam tried not to frown. why were you there when you were supposed to be training him? wasn’t that agreed upon every time ao’nung was not present? at least no one was pestering him and his siblings with the chief’s son absent. but even with that fact, neteyam could not compose himself completely.

neteyam kept his eyes on you like an eagle when rotxo awkwardly stood to replace your spot as his guide. even so, the man failed to observe how much you were panicking inside, slightly shivering from the looks he was boring into you.

before you knew it, everyone had started their breathing exercise and you were helping kiri and tuk with theirs. even as you were sideways from neteyam, you could feel his intense stare that was focused on you. you tried your best to ignore him even if you came here expecting to talk. it was an internal debate; you were too nervous to talk to him because you didn’t know what to say. if you didn’t get over your anxiety, you’d be fine with letting this day end without clearing things up. you’d be back tomorrow anyway.

neteyam was barely paying attention to rotxo even as he followed the man’s instructions. soon enough, he came to decide that he couldn’t bear this anymore and had to talk to you. neteyam stood up all of a sudden and went to you with no hesitation, strands of his hair flew in the air and he caught the eyes of everyone in the circle.

a shadow towered over your form and spoke before you could look to see who it was. “i am having trouble understanding.” neteyam declared in a neutral voice, and your head shot in his direction because of his sudden appearance. “can you help me? you are the expert, right?”

you saw how tsireya was nodding her head and urging you to go from behind neteyam. you sighed, grabbing his wrist without a word and yanking him away from the group.

neteyam is surprised, but he doesn’t say anything and just lets you drag him. you took him to the water, and without warning, you pulled him to dive with you. bubbles came out of his mouth when he coughed from the water that rapidly entered him. you let his wrist go and watched him swim up the surface from underwater.

neteyam gasped, taking in as much air in his lungs to mellow out his breathing. you stayed underwater, almost lying on the seabed to observe him. you almost felt kind of bad, but your smile did not reflect what you felt.

neteyam took his time to breathe before looking back down to find you. he floated on the surface, squinting his eyes as they tried to adjust to the water. and there you were, just right below him, observing him as he did with you.

rays of sun formed reflections on the water, and they were blurred on your skin that it made parts of you glow. he watched as your third eyelids delayed every time you blinked, a distinct feature of the metkayina he found interesting. your hair swayed with the water below you, as did your tail trying to keep you in your position. you looked so beautiful to him, and he admits that no woman he has known could compare to you; this fact hasn’t changed since he first saw you.

neteyam began signing and telling you to come up, but you signed back ‘why? swim.’ he only shook his head.

when he lifted himself to breathe again, you swam up in front of him. you watched him fix a few strands of his hair before he said, “let me make it up to you. whatever i did, i won’t do it again.”

you tilted your head, “how?”

“i’ve noticed you liked creating ornaments and decorative garments for yourself. allow me to help you by hunting for you.” he offered. the determined look on his face couldn’t mask the confidence he had for his skills as a warrior. but the forest was different as the water had its own ways. this caused you to have doubts for him.

you shook your head. “i can hunt very well on my own. i do not need you to do that for me.”

he stared at you as if he was thinking about how to salvage his only plan. looks like he hadn’t thought about a backup.

but perhaps this was something that should be done to serve as the catalyst for the improvement of your relationship. you thought about it all night after all, and you decided to give him a chance.

“okay, fine.” you sighed. “there is one thing i’ve had my eye on for a while. you can help me get it.”

a smile finds its way on his face. “you can count on me.”

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neteyam woke up much earlier than he usually did the next morning. the sun had risen but it was too early for anybody else to wake up. careful not to wake his sleeping family members, he snuck his way out the pod and went to the beach - it was where you agreed to meet up.

you told him that what you wanted was located a little further from the reef. but getting there meant getting in trouble, so you were expecting him to back out. after all, he had told you before how strict it was in their family, his father especially. but neteyam did not waver. he stood firmly by what he offered you and agreed to come with you. he was a man of his word, and you were impressed.

neteyam found you in his line of sight when he got closer to the meet up place. you were feeding an ilu with one hand, while your other held a decorated wooden spear much taller than yourself. you didn’t notice him arriving behind you.

“i’m here.” he uttered.

you turned around to look at him, and he noticed how you wore a different top from yesterday. he acknowledged how talented you were with your hands.

“you are just in time.” you nodded. “are you ready? where is your weapon?”

he took out the hunting knife from his belt and raised it to show you. “i would have brought my bow and arrow, but that would be useless underwater, wouldn’t it?”

you chuckled. “whatever you have to protect yourself, forest boy.” you moved to mount your ilu. “we won’t be hunting anyway. our weapons are for protection only. what i want is not from an animal.”

neteyam went closer to the water and began calling for his ilu. “then? what is it that you want?” he asked as he mounted his ilu.

you met with his eyes once again. “a pearl, found inside the cave. it is being guarded.”

–

neteyam was trailing behind you as you led the way in front of him. you had passed the three brothers island chain quite a while ago and the journey was quiet. neteyam scouted the area, he had never been here before of course, as he was new to the clan. but have you?

“have you hunted here before? you seem to have memorized the area.”

you hummed. “a couple of times. but only when the adults with me forget i am with them. i never swim too far though.” you turned your upper body to face him, “it is against the clan rules, and my parents have lost their way there.”

he nods, looking down. “i see.”

you observed his expression, unconsciously making your ilu slow down to match his pace. “neteyam, why are you so keen on making it up to me?” your question made him raise his head to meet your gaze. “you have even disobeyed the rules just because i told you to. you are risking yourself to get in trouble with the clan, with your father. i do not understand.”

“i don’t want there to be anything negative between us. i never wanted to upset you in the first place.”

your brows furrowed. “then why did you...?” your voice trailed, unable to continue your words. why did you want to look for me so much, neteyam? were you hoping to get me in trouble? did you want me to feel ashamed?

so many questions ran through your head, but his voice interrupted your thoughts. “i wanted to find you, because i thought you were beautiful.” he answered firmly, as if he knew what you were asking in your mind.

you stared at him in shock; his answer was not what you expected. you searched his face for any sign of lie, but you found nothing. his steady gaze on you made your heart thump from a feeling you haven’t felt before.

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errythinisblue · 2 years ago

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“The early bird gets the worm”

Ruben Loftus Cheek x Y/N

Summary: An early morning at Cobham Training Centre takes an unexpected turn…

Warnings: SMUT (it’s not my fault this man is SO fine!)

This is kind of a sequel to “Baby steps”

gif credits to @moosiala

It’s been two months since you and Ruben took your relationship to the next level; two months have passed from that night at his house, the night where you finally confessed your feelings to each other, the night of your first date… the night where you two fell in bed together, well more like on the sofa. His sofa.

Two months later you still found yourself thinking about that night, and smiling like an idiot as you did so. You were missing Ruben like crazy, him being in Madrid for the Champions League game was making it impossible for you not to think about him, especially while you laid in your bed all alone; but at least you knew you were going to see him later in the morning, when the boys would be back in Cobham, and that was enough of an energy boost to get you out of bed.

You arrived at the training centre an hour earlier than usual; apart from those of the players, there were just a few cars in the parking lot but you didn’t mind, you were more than okay with it. You parked your car at your usual spot, and as soon as you got out of it you took your computer bag and your sports bag out of the trunk. You entered the building and left your computer in your office, locking the door before you made your way to the swimming pools.

You wouldn’t usually take up on the opportunity to take a swim at the training centre, seen as the boys would use the swimming pool for their recovery sessions during the day, and even when they weren’t using it you would always be too busy with work, so you never got the chance to take advantage of the privilege that you had as an employee.

But today there was clearly no sign of the boys, not yet at least, and your working schedule was not as busy as it would usually be, seen as you did the majority of your work the night before while you were at home watching the game on the tv.

You were quick in changing out of your Chelsea uniform and into your sporty black Nike bikini set, not wanting to waste any more time as you only had an hour or so before you would have to clock in; then you took your towel out of the bag and walked out of the changing rooms to the swimming pool. You didn’t know it was so peaceful this early in the morning, you would have been more than glad to come here to relax a bit before work otherwise.

A giggle escaped your lips as you slowly entered the water, ‘Of course it’s peaceful,’ you thought, ‘without those smartasses, every corner of the training centre is!’

You slowly started to move your limbs in the water, trying to get your body warm enough to endure the physical strain; but it wasn’t long before you started swimming fast, lap after lap. Freestyle was your to go stroke, it kept your muscles engaged and it freed your mind, easing the stress you had been feeling since last night’s defeat.

How am I supposed to face Ruben now?

I’m his girlfriend, what do girlfriends do in this case?

What if he’s in a bad mood and doesn’t want to see me?

As all these questions were crowding your thoughts, you swam faster and faster, until you felt like you were almost out of breath… but then, suddenly a body collided with water, and you halted your movements, raising your face above the water and coming up for air.

The face you saw emerging from the water made your heart flip, Ruben was back. He was back and he didn’t even give you the time to realize it before he crashed his lips on yours is a much needed kiss.

“I missed you so much.” he whispered against your lips, pecking them over and over as if he would never have enough.

“I missed you too,” you told him, out of breath by the physical exertion and the strength of his kiss, “I didn’t expect to see you so soon!” you smiled up at him as you wrapped your body around his.

“I might have told you a while lie,” he softly smiled, “I wanted to surprise you…”

“Well you surprised me indeed babe,” you said as you kissed his cheek, “I’m sorry for the game though.” you pouted, coming to the conclusion that those words were the only ones to say.

“Yeah me too,” he sighed, “but we weren’t at our best, that was to be expected…”

“There’s always the second leg…”

“But it’s gonna be a tough game.”

“Every game is tough for us at Chelsea,” you chuckled, “don’t you agree??”

“You’re right,” he smiled, “but tell me, what are you doing here? I had to run around like a mad man to find you. I never knew you enjoyed swimming?”

“Well that’s because I never had the time or the chance to take a swim before today,” you shrugged, “I came in early this morning so I could take the chance…you know, the early bird gets the worm.”

“Lucky me we were ‘early’ too, then…” he smirked as he pressed his body close to yours, “What time do you have to clock in?”

“In twenty minutes actually,” you whimpered as your back touched the cold pool wall, pushed by Ruben’s bigger frame “why are you asking?”

“Just curious…” he smirked once again, “You know, the boys are leaving to go home so nobody would interrupt us if we…”

“You just came back and you’re already asking for sex?!” you gasped.

“Hey I told you I missed you!”

“Yeah you only missed me for sex.” you pouted, making it look as if you were really disappointed with him.

“No,” he breathed as he stroked your cheek, “I missed all of you, I missed my goofy best friend first… but then I missed you for sex too yep.” he joked, earning a glare and a slap on his shoulder from you.

“Ouch!”

“You know what??” you said with resolution, “I didn’t miss you at all. I only missed your dick.”

“You did, hm?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, pulling his face closer to yours, “you better make good use of these twenty minutes then.”

He didn’t say anything, he just trapped your lips in a bruising kiss while he touched all over your body: he exposed your breasts, freeing them from the confinement of your black bikini top and he latched his mouth on your soft skin, earning a soft whimper from you. As he did so, his hands went underwater to free himself from his shorts, before he moved your bikini bottom to the side as he entered you fully with one thrust.

“Hello there…” he smirked at you, as you leaned your forehead against his, “Missed me?”

“Fuck Rubes,” you sighed giggling, the coldness of the tiled wall long forgotten “I missed you.”

“So it’s not just my dick you’ve missed, is it?”

“You sure you want to hear the answer?” you said in a moan, as his hips pushed harder into you already, splashing some water out of the pool.

“I only want to hear the sounds you make while I fuck you,” he whispered in your ear, “I need to hear how good I make you feel.”

“Fuck baby,” you breathed, feeling lightheaded both from the previous exertion and from your naughty rendezvous, “you feel so good, God I love you.”

“I love you too babygirl,” he smiled before he kissed you, “I love you too.”

“‘m so close Rubes, don’t stop…” you moaned, “Please…”

And he didn’t, he didn’t stop at all, if anything he started pushing his dick deeper and deeper into you, while he couldn’t keep his eyes off you: you were looking like a goddess, his own goddess.

“Don’t hold back baby,” he groaned, on the brink of his high just by watching you fall apart right in front of him, in his arms, “let go, cum for me…”

His words, his rough, deep voice, they created a perfect mix, a mix that caused your orgasm to crash on you like a tidal wave. Your body was left tingling from the pleasure, and you kissed your boyfriend’s full lips as you came down from your high.

“What about you?” you asked him, looking at him through hooded eyes.

“What about me?”

“You didn’t cum, mister…” you smirked, whimpering as he moved inside you.

“Not in the pool.” he shook his head.

“Then sit here…” you patted on the edge of the pool at your back, “I’ll take good care of you.”

“Promise?” he smirked as he sat where you told him to.

“Oh I do,” you mused as you swam between his thighs, with your eyes on his throbbing dick, “I promise.”

Ruben threw his head back when he felt your mouth take in his cock, a string of curses leaving his lips as he panted. Your lips sucked on him, while your hands stroked what didn’t fit your mouth.

“Such a perfect mouth you have baby, fuck!” he whined, looking at you as his hand caressed the back of your head in a gentle invitation to take more of him into your mouth; you complied, wanting to give him the same pleasure he gave you, and when his cock hit the back of your throat he was a goner.

“Goog God, fuck baby I love you. Oh fuckk!” he moaned as you swallowed everything he gave you.

“Welcome back baby.” you looked up at him smirking, leaving an open mouthed kiss on his thigh.

“If this is my welcome back at work, I can’t wait to get you home.” he sighed, disappointed about the game but definitely happy to be back home.

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skwistokgetalongshirt · 1 year ago

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Kloktober Day 25

Uhh hi! This is my first contribution to the fandom. I only got into mtl recently so I'm jumping in hoping to attempt to contribute to the tail end of kloktober

Campfire or Left in the cold

Toki didn’t realize how cold it had gotten out here… his body was shivering, but his lips stayed locked with the bottle of vodka hoping to keep his insides warm. He had been drinking so much more than usual lately - he didn’t want to have time to think. When he was sober all these thoughts swirled around in his head and it became overwhelming to him. There were so many things he wanted to forget about - especially all this death that seemed to surround him lately. It wasn’t fair. He understood people had to die everyday, but why was it that people in his life were dying more and more often around him lately? Even when he knew his dad was sick it brought up complicated feelings. Sure, the guy beat him but that was still his father - half of the pair who brought him into this world. Even if his relationship with his parents had been strained he was glad to be born and to be able to be in the world’s greatest band - Dethklok.

The vodka bottle was nearly empty but his lips remained on the bottle… He just wanted to feel something, anything else than the cold that was covering his body and the emptiness that was in his heart.

“No…I needs more!” Toki whined now throwing the empty bottle out into the distance.

“Hey watchs it! You almost hitteds me!” A familiar voice called out.

Toki thought maybe he had been seeing things. He rubbed his eyes a bit. The figure before him still remained a bit blurry out in the snow but he began to focus and made out a tall, blond silhouette.

“Skwisgaar?” Toki questioned - he wasn’t sure himself.

“Who else, ya dildos?” Skwisgaar sounded offended, but it was merely a way to try to cover up his concern.

“What ams you doing here, Skwisgaar? It’s cold out.”

“Pfft. This is nothings. You though… You gotta get yourself back insides. You’ve had a lots of alcohols.”

“No! Leaves me here. I don’t want to bring the moods down.” “Moods is alreadys down without yous there.” Skwisgaar reluctantly admitted. He was shivering a bit.

Surprisingly he hadn’t been drinking much lately… Mostly because he wanted to make sure to take care of Toki. With the lack of alcohol in his system his body actually felt colder, especially since he had come outside in his tank top.

“Yous shiverings.” Toki stumbled his way over to Skwisgaar nearly falling face first into the snow. He rested his hand on Skwisgaar’s shoulder.

Toki’s hand was cold, but once he rested his hand on Skwisgaar’s skin he did begin to feel a bit warmer at least. Normally Skwisgaar would shake him off but he decided against it right now. It was too fucking cold.

“No shits! I came out here to get yous… Can we go backs insides now?” Skwisgaar was practically pulling Toki by the arm now to try to get him to budge.

“…No. Just leave me heres. I just needs to be alone for awhiles…” Toki freed himself from Skwisgaar's attempt to pull him and turned his back to him.

“If you’re staying out heres, then I guess I gotta stays here with you but if I freeze to deaths it’s your fault.”

“Go backs insides. I saids I wanted to be alone.”

"No... I'm stayings out heres if you won't go back inside."

“I tolds yous no.” Toki sounded serious about this - it was a rare tone to hear from him.

“Tokis…” Skwisgaar sighed. “You rans out of alcohols didn’t yous? Insides there’s more so…” it wasn’t the approach he wanted to take, but if it would at least get Toki back inside then it was worth a shot.

“This ams true…You’re right Skwisgaar! I’ll be theres in a little bits. I’ll catch ups.” Toki hoped this answer would suffice. He’d still prefer to be left alone for a little while longer.

“Yeah, Okays. Just don’t stay outs for too longs…” Skwisgaar decided to head back inside.

He did all he could do - or rather all he would allow himself to do. If stupid Toki wanted to stay out in the cold then he wasn’t going to force him back inside. Stupid Toki. Why should he allow himself to worry over someone who just wanted to take that path of self-destruction? He shouldn’t care. Toki was grown he could take care of himself. Still Skwisgaar found himself looking back once more at Toki who sat in the snow looking up at the sky.

“Oh Tokis… What ams we goings to do with yous?” Skwisgaar shook his head. Although he was heading back inside, he still sat near a window where he could at least keep an eye on Toki. If he stayed out there for too much longer then he’d definitely ask Nathan to carry him back inside.

#my writing #mtl writing #metalocalypse #toki wartooth #skwisgaar skwigelf #kloktober 2023

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the-feral-one · 1 year ago

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Hello Wo-Chien, hope you're doing well. I am so glad you and Chien-Pao are reconnecting! When you first had that fight with each other all those year ago, did you know at the time he was possessed by the Paldean tyrant, or was that something that you only discovered after Chien-Pao had been freed.

Wo: (he lets out some small sobs) "Oh..! H-hello..! A-as you can tell...I'm feeling quite a lot of different emotions, but...but what I can tell you is...that they're mostly positive..!"

Wo: "I am glad too..! I didn't know how he was freed from his torment...but..things couldn't be better right now..! I'm seeing someone that I thought I lost so long ago get to recover...a-and I'm going to do as much as I can to help him find out what he wants to do.. I did tell the human population of the region that, if they see him, they're to treat him like they do me. I don't want to see my oldest friend get treated like he's...a threat... Hostility is the last thing Pao wants to come into contact with..."

Wo: "About the possession...it was immediate. I saw Pao turn from someone who was regretting his actions, into someone who...basically wanted me dead. As soon as I saw what he was doing, I knew that the tyrant had possessed him. After all, Pao did say to me before that he could hear voices coming from the sword...and that was before the sword halves became part of him..."

Wo: "...he wasn't himself that night... The fight was rough...and it felt like it went on forever... I did manage to get out..but only after I made part of the castle wall fall onto him... I'm glad that I managed to escape too... ...I..wouldn't be here..if I wasn't able to..."

-The sounds of him and Pao being locked in battle start being heard in his head. They change to sounds of him struggling to hold back the raging Ruin, then to sounds of him causing a distraction to allow him to get away-

-Wo-Chien's breathing starts speeding up as the sounds continue-

-Soon, the sounds change again. They turn into sounds of him being ambushed by Pao...followed by him shouting out for him to let go of his eyestalk...followed by a loud SNAP...-

Wo: "Aagh! ...no more...! ...n-no more...!" (he starts trying to steady himself as he tries not to panic)

Wo: (he pants as he talks again, his voice quiet and shaky) "...I want...I want..to...to focus...on the future... ...this is...these events... ...I don't want...to recall them any more... ...I won't write them down anywhere either... ...they'll hurt to look at... ...just...just promise me that...you won't bring this sort of thing up to Pao now... ...if it's this bad..for me...it'll be worse for him..."

#pokemon #pokemon art #pokemon scarlet and violet #wo-chien #i do have some very happy things in mind involving wo and those he cherishes that'll most likely come after halloween #but yeah - things like this tend to make wo go into panic mode. he really doesn't want to remember them #if it's possible he would want everything to do with the paldean tyrant to be erased and he would do that mainly for pao too

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autistichalsin · 1 year ago

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11 or 22 for Halsin/Your Personal TavDurge for the meme, maybe? But if an origin character slips in your head for this, I'd still love to read it!

I actually don't have a Tav or a Durge- I haven't gotten to play yet, and even when I do I find the Origins much more interesting than making an OC. (I do love seeing others' Tavs and Durges! I just don't think I'd like to make one). BUT, I think this prompt works best for a resisting Durge all the same, so I'm going to... sort of... write what I hope is the best approximation to everyone else's resisting!Durge?

Also, there be hurt/comfort here because I don't think I am capable of not whumping Halsin in my fics.

And Durge isn't named here. I have this headcanon that after the temple, a resisting Durge doesn't want to be known as their old name anymore, but hasn't chosen a new one yet (but they eventually pick one with help from their LI.)

I hope this is okay!

"You came back." Halsin stares in shock from his spot on the altar, still stuck in place by the lock and still very weak, but at least conscious- and able to talk. "... Thanks to our skeletal companion, no doubt..." He gives a little smile. "You came back to us..."

The Bhaalspawn stands, wiping the blood off their front as best they can. A few weeks ago, they might have relished being covered in another's blood, but that had been another lifetime.

"Yes," they whisper as they give up on removing the bloodstains. They approach Halsin, kneel down to remove the magic bindings. "I could hardly leave you alone with old Withers, could I?"

Halsin laughs, and then grimaces, breaking into a fit of coughs. The sound makes the Bhaalspawn's eyes narrow as he they approach Halsin. "What did Orin do to you?" they demand in a low hiss, concern and anger clear on their face now.

Freed at last, Halsin holds up his hands in a placating gesture. "Nothing a healing potion will not fix. I simply... this place... is making me unwell," he admits, coughing and rubbing his side.

"Then we will get you to camp, and when we arrive, you will take that potion at once," they reply, doing their best to help Halsin up. Halsin is significantly weakened, though, and he struggles to remain upright.

Halsin's eyes close in exhaustion before he opens them. "... You came back," he whispers again, like he can't believe it. "I watched the foul... that..." He inhales slowly. "I could not have imagined resurrection was possible after that."

"I was much more worried about you." The admission comes before they can stop it. "I thought at any moment, she'd fly into a rage and..."

"But she did not." Halsin closes his eyes again, leaning more of his body weight against them with every step. "We are both here."

"Yes," they say softly. "And I am glad for it. I could not do this without you." They stroke Halsin's back, their hand lingering so they can feel every inhalation.

"Nor could I. This... I cannot imagine being without your presence." Halsin smiles a little. "You reminded me... who I was."

"And you believed in me when few did, and helped me discover a version of myself I never could have been otherwise," they whisper in response. "You saved me from madness."

"And you saved me from darkness. Me, and Thaniel and Oliver." Halsin smiles again, despite the exhaustion.

They chuckle as they manage to finally guide Halsin from the sanctum. "I have no other choice but to use that cliche 'we saved each other' line now."

Halsin nods. "That would be appropriate here, yes," he whispers. He glances back, looks at Orin's body, and the associated puddles of blood on the altar, and watches as Withers finally follows after them. "I suppose we will be unable to complain about his comments on our love life either, after all he has just done for us..."

They smile a little. "Yes, that is true. As I said... I could not abandon you to him."

Halsin takes a breath, one hand holding his sore chest. "Most kind of you. It would be the most cruel fate of all, surviving being a sacrifice to Bhaal only to lose you..." A pause, like Halsin had forgotten the joke. "And to be left with those prying comments."

Understanding, they kiss Halsin's cheek. "I'm alright. And so are you," they whisper again, knowing that they will have a lot of reassuring to do over the next few days as they process what happened- and find their way forwards together.

#halsin #durge #dark urge #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #my fic

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scribbledquillz · 2 years ago

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A Small Indulgence

"What'd you say this was again?"

Revka's nose twitched as the scent brushed past it. It was strangely familiar somehow, the feel of bare feet on rough harbor dock boards and the warmth of Da's hand floating slowly up from some old, forgotten place in her memory.

Zevran pulled back the last of the paper wrappings, revealing a fist sized slab of something that looked like dark, brittle soap. His eyes closed momentarily, chest filling with a deep breath before he freed it on a long, satisfied sigh.

"Chocolate," he said afterward. "A small indulgence I allowed myself before I took my leave of Antiva City. And one I think you will quite enjoy."

One corner of the block snapped easily with his fingers, a button-sized piece pulled away from the whole. He began to offer it as though he ment to place it in her hand, then paused, a thoughtful look passing over his face before he raised it higher.

"May I?"

She looked from him to the morsel, a faint wash of warmth kissing her cheeks with the realization of what he meant. Nodding, heart thudding faster beneath her ribs, she opened her mouth for him and waited.

"Let it sit a moment to melt." His voice had softened slightly, eyes like liquid amber locked intently to hers while he placed the piece on her tongue. A touch of mischief glinted in them, one corner of his mouth twitching as he continued; "I find anticipation makes the flavors all the more enjoyable."

Her face may as well have been an open hearth now with the way it burned, whatever chance there was for her to keep her dignity turned to embers as quickly as parchment. She shot him a pointed look but knew the effort would be useless, even before she watched his smirk grow at the sight. Not that she had any real desire to discourage him, though he certainly didn't need to know that just now.

He drew his hand away slowly, and she forced herself to focus on the feel of the chocolate in her mouth to save herself from the shudder that threatened to race through her at the rasp of his thumb on her chin. It was smooth and firm as a polished stone at first, though that changed rapidly as it took to the warmth of her mouth.

"...Oh."

It was nothing like she had ever tasted. Rich and velvety as the winter cloaks she'd lined in furs for noblewomen back home in Denerim. Sweet like honey but somehow sharp in turn, a subtle bitterness nipping at her tongue and making the back of her throat hum delightfully. And beneath that still there was an unknown tang, crisp in a way which made her think of hot sand on foreign beaches, their oceans wreathed in dense green jungle as far as the eye could see.

"Well?" Zevran asked after several long seconds had passed, his head canting gently to one side. "What do you think?"

"Maker, Zev," she said in a breathless rush, eyes gone wide as sovereigns. "It's wonderful."

A tension Revka hadn't seen in her distraction slipped from Zevran's shoulders, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with a softer, wider smile.

"I am glad to hear you say so, mia cara," he said. "Truly."

#dragon age #dragon age origins #zevran arainai #revka tabris #zevwarden #your fire burns in my veins #when you're trying to catch connecting flights #but this one idea won't leave your head until you write it out

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whumperofworlds · 2 years ago

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— “nothing is going to happen to you now that i’m here.”

For any OCs this best fits for! <33

Gonna go ahead and do the fan favorites, Alder and Hawthorn! Thanks for the ask friend!

TWS: Captivity, blood, injuries, chained, mentions of execution, rescue.

ENJOY!

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Alder sighed, pain flaring up everywhere in his body. The blood on his forehead dripped down, leaving behind a small pool of red beside him. He didn't bother struggling against the chains that held him--he had struggled for quite some time to no avail. He shivered, the cold air of the dungeon he was trapped in not helping his predicament at all.

How long had he been captured here, in Brennus' dungeon? Was it a few hours? A few days? He wasn't sure.

What he did know was that he was going to be executed soon.

During his stay here, he was beaten, slashed, and so on for his crime of attempting to stop Brennus. Brennus had tried to do everything in his power to make Alder talk, to tell him where the other Fierce Forests were. Alas, he'd rather die than tell him where his friends were.

So Brennus decided that he was useless, and Alder was scheduled for execution.

He shook his head, trying to keep himself calm as worried thoughts filled his head. What would happen to The Fierce Forests when he was executed? Would they go on without him?

He heard the door to the dungeon opening, and Alder's head shot up at the sound. Armored footsteps echoed in the dungeon, and Alder flinched.

His time was up. He was going to be whisked away to be executed.

A guardsman with golden armor and a helmet on top of their head came into view in front of Alder's cell door, a ring of keys in their hand. Upon seeing Alder, they... gritted their teeth? Was Alder seeing things?

Alder mustered enough strength to glare at the guardsman. "What do you w--"

"Shh!" The guardsman hushed the man, putting a gloved finger up to their lips. They glanced around, as if looking for anyone who was in the dungeon, before they whispered, "Aldy. It's me."

Aldy. No one else called him that.

Except for...

"...Hawy?" Alder questioned, eyes widened.

The guardsman took off the helmet, and Alder's heart jumped when he saw the familiar green hair. Hawthorn shook his head to fix his messy hair from the helmet, before smiling at Alder.

"Hawy," Alder gasped, keeping his voice down so as not to alert any more guardsmen. "You... came for me."

"Of course," Hawthorn said with a small smile, before he got to work on the dungeon lock. Once he managed to open the cell, he rushed in and knelt down to Alder, beginning to work on the chains around Alder's wrists. "...Are you okay? You look hurt." Hawthorn asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"I will live," Alder shook his head. "I am just glad that you are here."

Hawthorn chuckled as he finally freed his boyfriend from the chains. Alder attempted to stand, but nearly fell back down due to the pain. Hawthorn caught him before he could fall to the dungeon floor, helping him to his feet.

"Think you can stand?" Hawthorn asked.

"...I don't think," Alder said. "But worry not, Hawy. Give me a second to get my bearings and--"

"Who left the dungeon door opened?!"

Both men froze upon hearing a voice outside the cell. More armored footsteps echoed in the dungeon, and Hawthorn gritted his teeth.

"Dammit," he whispered. Without warning, he got down to pick Alder off his feet as he held him bridal style. Alder nearly gasped when he was sweeped off of his feet. "No time to wait. We have to go!"

Alder merely nodded, wrapping his arms around Hawthorn's neck as Hawthorn fled the scene. Alder was quite heavy--his golden armor was the culprit--but Hawthorn was strong enough to hold him for a long time.

Hawthorn ran out of the cell, rushing towards a wall with a small brick sticking out. From a certain angle, one wouldn't notice the brick, but Hawthorn knew it was a secret passage to freedom. He pushed the brick back into place before it popped out again. The wall moved upwards, revealing a secret staircase that led up to the outside of the castle.

"HEY!" A voice yelled. "What the hell are you doing?!"

DAMMIT!

Hawthorn gritted his teeth and hurried his running up the stairs. Alder tightened his hold around Hawthorn, burying his face in Hawthorn's chest as Hawthorn ran.

Armored footsteps echoed in the staircase, and Hawthorn knew they were catching up. He couldn't fail this mission now. Alder needed him.

"We're almost there," Hawthorn whispered to Alder. Alder grunted in affirmation, the pain and worry too much for him to talk now.

The armored footsteps grew closer... but Hawthorn could see light from the top of the last stair. He hurried faster, his lungs on fire and his legs hurting from running so quickly.

Have to get there. Have to get there!

He could sense the guardsmen on his tail now. But he refused to give up. Just as when he stepped foot outside, he saw a Flame spell heading towards him. He smiled before ducking, barely avoiding the spell. Behind him, he heard cries of pain from the guardsman, the smell of burning flesh hitting both Hawthorn and Alder's nostrils.

Alder's heart raced. Were they being attacked outside now?

"Come on!" Alder heard the voice of Ash, and he smiled. The other Fierce Forests were here, and they were taking part in saving their leader.

Ash whistled, and they all heard a roar from nearby. Alder looked up for a moment to see a silhouette of a dragon coming into view before landing in front of Ash.

Chestnut.

"We don't have much time!" Ash called, hopping onto Chestnut's back before gesturing to Hawthorn to hop on. "Come on!"

Hawthorn ran forward towards Chestnut, helping Alder up on the dragon first before getting on himself. He smiled slightly when Alder wrapped his arms around Hawthorn's waist.

Chestnut roared and flew up into the sky, the sounds of screaming guardsmen slowly dissipating the further they were.

Alder's heart slowed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was saved. All thanks to his boyfriend.

"My hero," Alder muttered, burying his face into Hawthorn's back.

Hawthorn merely chuckled, wanting to pat Alder's hands around his waist but couldn't due to holding onto Ash himself.

"Nothing is going to happen to you now that I'm here, Aldy."

#whump #my whump stories #alder #hawthorn #ash #chestnut #alder x hawthorn #chained #captivity #blood #injuries #whumpee x caretaker #execution

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diaryofabeautyfiend · 2 years ago

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Freedom Is A Kiss

Dean Winchester x ofc

Read with caution ⛔️ dub con with a demon/p in v/angst/supernatural typical violence/drinking/soulmates

It is said that you don’t have just one soul mate but a soul family. There are souls with whom you’ve traveled through space and time for millennia. You may all change roles and dynamics but, at the core, your souls have always been a unit. Sometimes though, there is one soul that your soul is drawn to. One soul that matches yours so perfectly and so completely that you might consider them your most perfect mate. But, since this is real life and not some fairy porn romance, not everyone finds their mate. Hell most people don’t even believe in that sort of thing. But it's as real as any of the horrible things we hunt. And, damn me to hell, Dean Winchester is mine.

Most people aren’t even aware there is such a thing as a soul bond. But I can see the energy of the bond between people. The bond between lovers is the strongest connection there is. And, the only way to lock it into place is if both lovers acknowledge and accept it. If it’s ever broken, the pair rarely survive.

How do I know all of these things? Well I come from a long line of psychics. My mother Pamela had the unfortunate experience of doing business with the Winchesters. Didn’t end well for her. She’s fine now. We chat. In fact, she’s the one who led me to these boys. Not without many words of caution. But, they always seem to be in a bind so here I am. And I’ve been here for five years since I’ve graduated.

I was supposed to be a lawyer. I went to law school. Passed the bar. Had an offer at a big firm in New York too. But, duty called or some shit like that. My mom talks to me usually in my dreams. We mostly catch up just like any mom and kid would if they lived far away from one another. One night she came to me so vividly that I swear she was corporeal. “Baby girl, you have to get to South Dakota. Find Bob Singer. He needs you to help him find his boys.” She practically screamed at me. I left two hours later. Never went back.

I hadn’t seen Bobby Singer since I was a kid. After Mom left to chase greener pastures, I stayed behind with my dad. For my safety she never told anyone about me. Bobby was the only hunter who knew.

As soon as he saw me that fateful morning, I watched the relief wash over his face. “‘Mom sent me.” I said as I shouldered past him.

“Damn glad to see you, kid.” I helped him find Sam and Dean. Helped him fight a jinn. That was the first time I ever stabbed something. I wish I could say it was my last. When we freed the boys and got them back on their feet, Dean stared into my eyes and with actual gratitude and something like recognition in his eyes and said, “Thank you for your help…..I’m sorry” he laughed softly, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Jessamine. Like the flower. But everyone calls me Jesse. You knew my mother. Pamela.” He laughed and then smiled at me in a way that stopped my heart. That’s when I knew. I knew that he was my soulmate because I recognized him too. In every conceivable way he was mine and I was his. Too bad Dean Winchester doesn’t believe in soulmates.

So, for the last five years, I’ve been following behind him and Sam saving people and hunting things like it was also my birthright. I rode couches and slept in seedy motels until they found the bunker. Now I stay here to “do research”. Sometimes I babysit the angel who blinded my mother and Lucifer’s kid. Fun times. The boys never let me hunt with them anymore. I got kidnapped by the king of hell one time and they never let me out with them again.

It’s just as well. The longer I ignore my bond with Dean the more it tears me apart. I can see it eating at him too. He looks at me differently now. Less like a sister and more like someone he would actually want to fuck. One night we even got drunk enough that we almost tumbled into bed together. Almost. I’ve never seen him sober up that fast. His rejection sent me spiraling into a depression that I couldn’t shake. It doesn’t make it any better that Cas and Jack can see my bond with Dean clear as crystal. I forbid them from telling him. It would only complicate things. Dean doesn’t think he deserves happiness. He’s said as much more times than I care to count. So I just sit back and let our bond slowly eat away at both of us.

In any case the boys were on their way back from taking down a vamp nest. Nothing major. Just another day at the office. Jack and I finished cataloging a few things Rowena left behind and I’m headed to bed when I hear the familiar clang of the door. Instead of going out to greet them I scurried off to bed. Dean's scent after a hunt is too much for me to handle. I have to control myself but it’s getting too difficult. Best if I just keep to myself.

While I brush my teeth I could hear Dean’s gruff voice and the sound of bottle caps hitting the glass table. Doesn’t sound like things went well. I hesitated but turned down the corridor to my room when I ran smack into Cas. He stared down at me with a grave expression. “Save it, Cas. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“How can you take this? I’ve seen true soulmates turn themselves inside out for each other. How can you just let it fester? It will never go away, Jesse.”

I had to. These boys were my family and I loved them, something fierce but nothing good comes from being in love. Not in this world. It’ll end bloody. “Just drop it.” I said quietly, not noticing him looking over my shoulder.

“Drop what?” My spine stiffened. My eyes plead with Castiel to steady his face. He was such a shitty liar. Before he could open his mouth I turned to Dean yawning.

“Nothing. I’m going to bed. Glad you both came home in one piece.” I tried to walk away but Dean was in the mood to fight. That’s how he dealt with stuff sometimes. I noticed Sam had already retreated to his corner with Eileen. He probably got the brunt of it on the way back.

“Out with it, J. If you have something to say, say it.” His eyes were hardened glass clear and laser focused on mine. These are the times when my knees are weak and I can’t muster up my quick wit. Every instinct in my body was urging me to touch him, feel his warmth, soothe him.

“I have nothing to say. You know I get antsy when you two are gone for too long. And save the speech about this being the lifestyle. I know it is. Is it a crime to give a crap about you?” He softened a little, letting his face relax.

“No. It’s not. Come on. Have a beer with me. I feel like less of an alcoholic when you drink with me.” A smile tugged at his lips not quite reaching his eyes. I fought the bond hard and won this time thank goodness.

“You don’t need me. Not when Casa Erotica 27 dropped this morning” I sang. The dopey grin on his face told me I was in the clear.

“I love how you know me so well.” He kissed the top of my head and practically skipped to his room. I let out a sigh and went to my room still aching for him. Sleep wouldn’t come easy for me tonight. It rarely did.

The next morning I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and Sam was already awake. Eileen must have already left. She preferred to keep her place in Lebanon, KS to escape the constant talk of hunting though her upbringing was just as bad as Sam and Dean. I couldn’t blame her for wanting a place to retreat to when things were quiet.

Sam was already at work looking for the next job. The two of us have developed a routine in the morning that consisted mostly of grunts and raised eyebrows to communicate. I knew how he took his coffee and eggs. He always had the lemon water waiting for me at the table. Sam was easy to get along with and I appreciated his willingness to be quiet in the morning.

He finally broke the silence as he cleared the breakfast dishes. “I think I found something in Lincoln. You up for a drive?” I was shocked but kept my cool. No way Dean was going to agree.

“What are we looking at?”

“A string of bizarre deaths all classified as ‘broken heart syndrome’. But get this, all of the victims are relatively young. Usually occurs in women. But every one of the victims are male and under 50.”

He turned his laptop towards me so I could see the article in the local paper. “Weird. So what does this have to do with me?”

“Their partners have all gone missing and were later found sucked dry.” He said warily.

“Vamps?” I continued to read looking for answers.

“I was thinking an Incubus. They don’t leave a lot of evidence behind other than the body of their victims. They rarely strike in the same place twice. There are ten victims…5 couples. I thought maybe if you were near the bodies, you could get an echo or something. Maybe sense what happened.”

I was definitely up for a little adventure. “Yep. I can be ready in twenty.” Sam and I left the kitchen to get ready while Dean was still asleep. No sense in waking him. A few minutes later I heard the two of them arguing.

“Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time.” Dean barked.

“The Crowley situation has been dealt with. It’s ancient history. She’s ready to get back out there with us. And, frankly, we need her help.” Sam was always good at getting Dean to see reason. But, when it came to me, he rarely backed down. Cas said it was an instinct due to the soul bond. While that might have been part of it, I think he feels guilty for not being able to save me.

“No. Find another way.” I stood in the doorway and cleared my throat to announce myself.

“Don’t I get a say?” Dean rested a protective hand on my shoulder and bent to look me in the eyes. His hold was disarming. I could barely focus on what he was saying.

“Look, Jesse, I trust you. You’re a damn good hunter. But I was out of my mind when we couldn’t find you last time and I promised I’d never let that happen again.” It was true. He slaughtered every demon who held me by himself. Damn near killed Crowley too.

“I can take care of myself.” I said deadly calm. Our eyes were locked neither one of us wanting to back down.

“Ok. Fine.” He scrubbed his hands over his face and turned to Sam. “You never leave her alone for a minute do you hear me? Get what you need and get back here.” Sam nodded and we both headed for the stairs. I looked back at him before closing the door. His brows were drawn and his breathing harsh. We didn’t speak a word to each other. Didn’t need to. He was terrified and he had no idea why.

Baby roared to life and we pulled away music blaring. I caught Sam glancing at me every few miles out of the corner of my eye. “You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I’ve never seen him so worried. Kind of feels like how much I worry when Eileen goes out by herself.” A knowing smile played on his lips.

“Dean and I aren’t the same as you and Eileen. You’re in love with her. It’s different.” I shuffled through the cassette tapes until I found something loud enough to drown him out. I popped in Alice In Chains and turned it up.

Sam shut off the radio completely leaving nothing but the rumble of the engine and road noise to fill the car. “I thought Jess was my soulmate until I met Eileen. It was like we recognized each other. Not that it surprised her.” he smiled to himself “Of course she knew all about actual bonded soul lore. The only person Dean ever went postal for was me. That is until Crowley’s flunkies caught you. I have never seen him like that.” For several minutes I didn’t respond. Just kept staring at the road flying beneath us. “But if you don’t want to talk about it…” he went for the volume knob when I spoke up.

“I know he’s my soulmate. Cas and Jack can see the bond but I knew before Jack said anything. I can see it too. Smell him. Sense him when he’s miles away. I can sense his moods. Sometimes I think I can hear his thoughts. Probably can. You know what would happen if he acknowledged this thing even existed. I can’t take the rejection.” Sam didn’t respond. He knew exactly how Dean would take this information. He would push me away out of fear. Fear of the target that would inevitably be placed on my back. Fear that something would happen to me every time I left the bunker. But, more than anything, fear of the pain I’ll endure for simply loving him. Being in love with Dean Winchester was a full contact sport and no one made it out unscathed.

We didn’t speak about it again. I knew I was placing an unnecessary burden on Sam. He didn’t meddle in my personal life. Never says a word when I try to sneak in in the wee hours after a hookup. He lets me live my life and that is why I feel terrible about him keeping this from his brother. But he knows it’s for the best.

We made it to Lincoln in a little more than three hours having changed at a gas station just outside of town. He gave me my badge with an unremarkable name typed on the ID. Only Sam and I knew Agent Wilson was after Ann and Nancy Wilson from the band Heart.

The medical examiner went through his preliminary autopsy with Sam while I examined the body on the slab. He was male, 25 and newly engaged to his high school sweetheart. His fiancé was found a dried out husk on the floor of their bedroom. He was five feet away, hand extended like he was reaching for her. His heart gave out less than ten minutes after her T.O.D. near as the ME could figure. I placed my hands on his temples and waited for the vision that would slam into me. I waited to feel his horror and pain but I didn’t feel any of that. I felt intense pleasure and like I was satiated. I wasn’t seeing through his eyes but the eyes of the killer. I watched the whole horrific scene play out and promptly vomited into a trash can.

Sam and the doctor watched confused from the doorway. “First time seeing a dead body.” Sam explained as I grabbed napkins from above the sink. I tried to listen to their conversation but everything was muffled like I was under water. The two men finished their conversation and Sam lead me quickly back to the car.

“What did you see?” He asked slowly as I regained my composure. I recounted the whole sordid tale not leaving out any details.

“I get the feeling. I think I know where it’s going next or where it just was. I don’t know, Sam. I think I opened a link to it.”

His brows knitted together with worry, “You could have inadvertently. Can you still feel it? Can it be closed? I mean, before the thing realizes.”

I tried severing the link when I went hurling back into another vision. I could smell the victim's perfume. Heard her partner screaming. She was warm beneath me. This wasn’t the past. This was happening in real time. I went back. Back as far as I could to see any details of their location. Anything that could pinpoint where they were. It would be too late. I saw an address on an envelope and snapped back to consciousness. “516 Meadowdale. Go!”

By the time we got there, they were already dead. “Do not touch anything. I’m going to call this in anonymously and we’re getting the hell out of here.” Sam dialed 911 as we were speeding towards the freeway.

I was utterly drained and couldn’t keep my eyes open. Every time I fell asleep I was seeing through the monster’s eyes. He was reliving his kills over the last few days. The psychopath was getting off on them.

We made it back to the bunker by nightfall and I headed directly to my bed. Dean was waiting for us to get a full report but I couldn’t stand. “What happened?” He asked Sam. I kept walking.

I didn’t even bother taking off my boots. Sleep came fast and I was deep in another vision when I jolted awake. Dean was sitting in a chair at the end of my bed watching me. “What time is it?” My voice sounded like it was dragged through gravel.

“A little after 2am. Another nightmare?” He handed me a glass of water which I drained in two long gulps.

“Yeah. I assume Sam told you everything?” He nodded, planting his feet firmly on the ground ready to scold me.

“He did. We have to figure out how to get you unlinked from this thing. Sammy’s on the phone with Rowena now. If anything changes. If it becomes aware, you need to let us know.” He hesitated to touch me but he tentatively took my hand in his. “You scare the shit out of me sometimes, kid.” I wondered if he could sense me like I could sense him. If he even realized he could. He pressed his lips into a hard line and then pressed his mouth to the top of my head inhaling my scent as he did.

“I scare myself sometimes too.” I said quietly. “What do we know about the demon?” All I wanted was to change the subject and get out of his hold. I didn’t want his sympathy or fear to overwhelm me. I could link with the demon and I could find out where it would strike next. I scooted to the edge of the bed and tied my hair back readying myself to head to the war room.

“Whoa whoa slow down. Sam’s working on putting together the victim statements. We have time. Rest.” Dean grabbed for me but I was just out of his reach already making my way down the hall. “J, stop. We’ll handle this.”

I was absolutely livid that he wouldn’t let me hunt this thing with them. I was our best shot at preventing anymore killings. “You sidelining me, Winchester?”

“And what if I am, Barnes?” I kept walking and he stalked after me. “Do not walk away from me. You need to rest.”

“I can’t! Every time I close my eyes I’m letting my guard down. The deeper I go the more I can feel, see and hear. It’s only a matter of time before it catches on. You need me.” I left him brooding in the hall making my way to the rest of the boys. I pulled up a chair and grabbed a folder out of the pile in front of Sam. The newest victims' smiling faces stared up at me from a picture, frozen in a happier time. A small bag of personal effects was stapled to the front of the folder. No way I could touch it. I’d relive the whole thing. Sam and Cas stared at me waiting for me to say something. Anything. Dean walked past us into the kitchen grumbling under his breath. Fuck him. I let him throw his temper tantrum and gave Sam and Cas a look pinning them to their chairs. “What do we know?” I asked, keeping my eyes focused on the pages.

“None of the couples have anything in common except they’re all from Lincoln. There has to be something connecting them. He’s not choosing them at random.” Sam scowled at the table. We’d keep looking. Until the wee hours if we had to. “Anyway. Rowena gave me a spell to cloak you from the demon. It’s simple and I have everything we need here.”

“Let’s go.” I said dropping the folder. Cas and Jack would keep looking into the couples. We got a few family member interviews that the sheriffs office already conducted. Maybe that would shed some light.

Sam gathered the spell ingredients while I cast a protective circle. It was a simple incantation and some muddled herbs nothing major or life altering. Sam recited the spell while I closed my eyes and opened the psychic link with the demon.

meos, sed videam. Odi odor, sed sensus. cor pallii, sed benedictum Dominum sentio

Sam’s voice was distant, a mere breath on the wind as I went deeper. Everything was cloudy, almost veiled but I could see clearly. It was on the move. Through its eyes I could see the sign “Now entering Kansas: The Sunflower State.” He was headed south but I had no inkling on where he’d end up. I tried going through its memories to gather information. I went back to the date of the last murder and saw Sam and I running from the victims house. It knew who we were. I stayed in the trance much longer than I should have. The demon started to feel a pounding in its head. It wouldn’t be long before it realized why it was in pain. I pulled back quickly, my eyes flew open to see three horrified faces staring back at me and one pissed of Dean calling my name. “Call Eileen. Tell her to pack a bag. It’s headed south. It was still at the scene of the last murder. It knows us. Sam, no stops. Get her here fast.”

Sam nodded and left to call Eileen right away. Before I could head back to the war room Dean stopped me. “What the hell was that? Do you have a death wish?”

“No. But if I’m the best way to find this thing why wouldn’t you use me?” He was unusually protective of me this time. Then again, I rarely fight this hard to hunt. “What is going on with you, man?”

“Why are you pushing this so hard? It’s like the demon owes you money or something.” We sized each other up, both of us more than ready to fight. No way I’m backing down. He’s right though. I’m taking it personally. I felt…the demon felt like it was looking for something specific. Like the more love the victims felt for one another the more he enjoyed the game. Got off on it when they begged for their soulmate's life. Soulmates! It was then that I realized it was looking for bonded pairs.

“All the victims were soulmates.” I said before I took off for their files. I held their personal effects in my hands and let the whole horrific scene play out like a crappy slasher flick. The guy fought like hell but the demon was stronger. It immobilized him and made him watch his wife get sucked dry. His eyes held hers the whole time pleading with it to take him instead. I couldn’t see the demon’s face but could see his body, it’s hair draping strategically over it’s features. When she drew her last breath, the guy wailed and thrashed trying to get out of the demon’s hold. The sick bastard just left them there. Vanished into thin air and left them there. It wasn’t long before everything went hazy. I dropped the bag and collapsed into a heap on the ground sobbing into my hands. I was right. I saw their bond bright as sunlight and then I saw it go dark. And now the thing was coming after Sam and I. It would take Eileen. No way I would let that happen. Later I’ll go somewhere quiet and open the link again. Maybe it got somewhere that I could recognize.

Cas and Jack were at my side checking me for injuries. I didn’t realize it at first but blood was dripping from my nose. I batted them away. They had no reason to fuss. When I went to grab another folder Dean stopped me. His face was twisted in pain and his hands trembled. “No more. I can’t watch that again. I don’t care if you solve the whole damn case. This ends now.” His nostrils flared and his chest heaved. He was like a coiled spring waiting to tear apart whatever had me in its grasp. “You were screaming like it was happening to you, Jessamine.”

Jessamine. He only calls me that to tease me or when he’s beyond pissed. Last time he called me Jessamine was when I had a few too many and took Baby. She was fine. It was all “Jessamine Lorien Barnes, if you ever touch my baby again I will not hesitate.”

I got to my feet looking towards the table for another folder. “It could go after Sam and Eileen!” I pushed past him to the table but he was quicker.

“It could come after us!” The whole room went still as death. He knew we were bonded. Knew it and never had the balls to acknowledge it. The sting of rejection left an acrid feeling in my stomach.

“You knew about us?” Tears stung my eyes but I willed them not to spill.

“Of course I did. Why do you think Crowley took you instead of Sam? The damn thing is like a beacon for every creep we fight. And if we actually did solidify the bond it would be endgame for us. You would never be safe. This can’t happen. We will never happen. You know better than anyone how things end with me. Look at what happened to your mom.” He paced back and forth ranting but I couldn’t listen any longer.

“I get it, Dean. I understand.” I was t minus seven seconds away from bawling like a schoolgirl. I had to get out of there. “I um…I’ll leave it alone.” The first tear spilled before I could look away from him. His guilt washed over me and made me feel ten times worse. I quickened my pace and slammed my door shut then I let it all out. He didn’t outright reject the bond but it felt like agony nonetheless. I knew they could hear me wailing. Knew Dean was hovering outside of my door. Mercifully enough they let me be.

Once I collected myself and I could no longer sense Dean I slipped out of the bunker and drove up to a nearby diner. This was my go to place when I needed time to myself. The coffee was strong and the burgers were greasy. Perfect for wallowing in my self loathing. I pulled a book out of my bag and slid into a booth in the back where I wouldn’t be bothered. My favorite waitress was on tonight. She knew my order and asked me only pertinent questions. The thrum of the diner offered me peace and, before I knew it, I was adrift in my own consciousness.

I drained three cups of too strong coffee and polished off half of my burger when I was jarred by a vision. Normally I had to touch something but this one felt different. It felt like it was sent to me. I saw through the demon’s eyes an address to a house where it watched from the bushes. It was showing me its next victim. It was daring me to find it. I had absolutely zero doubts that I was walking into a trap but I didn’t care. I had to end this. I lowered the veil so it knew I was watching. I could feel its amusement tickling up and down my spine. Once the vision ended, I paid my check, entered the address into my GPS and started driving. Everything in my gut told me to turn back or to at least call one of the boys for back up. My pride got the better of me and I drove on.

I thought of my interaction with Dean during the entire drive. I knew he would react the way he did about being my soulmate and I still couldn’t handle it. I had really never given much thought to being Dean’s person. Sure we were great friends but anything more had never crossed my mind. The longer I suppressed the bond, the harder it became for me to be around him. Like my baser instincts were taking over pushing me towards him. I suppose there are lots of ways to be family. They didn’t always have to be romantic. But, the more I thought about it I didn’t want to just be his close confidant. I wanted to be his. Wholelly, unequivocally his. Something deep within me told me that we were meant to be. Dean didn’t believe in “meant to be” or “happily ever after”. I hadn’t really either until now. I sure as hell don’t believe in happy endings. Hell, I suppose any hunter who ends up with another hunter is bound by shared trauma more than tender loving feelings. I understood his fear. Both he and Sam are constantly in the cross hairs of all manner of beings. Eileen was a strong hunter but Sam worried just as I’m sure she worries for Sam. But isn’t that what a relationship is? Your pain is their pain right? Dean seemed to shoulder the world’s pain. He couldn’t possibly find space within himself to shoulder mine too. Dean was also notoriously private about his feelings. If he thought for one second that I was possibly taking on anything he held, he would push me away even further. Hell, maybe he did know which is why he constantly kept me at arms length. There were times though that he couldn’t seem to leave me. Those were the nights we drank and laughed together. He said it was how he forgot all the crap in his brain and it was just better to do it with someone else. I think he can’t fathom doing it without his other half. I had to put these intrusive thoughts out of my head and get my game face on. There was no time for lamenting.

I finally arrived at the address the demon showed me and the place appeared abandoned. It wasn’t lit up warm like the vision it sent. Now I know it was probably a memory and I was very much walking into a trap. It knew I was here so there was no turning back. I sent my location to Sam and held my breath as I walked up a long driveway to a sprawling broken mansion. “Hello?” I clicked on my flashlight and surveyed the place. The furniture was broken and dusty and covered in fallen faded police tape. The whole place smelled of decay. I could feel the demon’s presence as I got closer to the upperrooms of the house. “I know you’re here. May as well show yourself.”

“If I told you where I was that would take all the romance out of it now wouldn’t it? Come find me, little mouse.” Its voice was low and enticing. I kept searching rooms until I got to what I assume was the primary bedroom of the house. The demon sat in a chair next to a ruined bed illuminated by dozens of candles.

“With all this kindling around here are you sure candlelight was the way to go?” I asked, hoping my sardonic tone masked my fear. The meat suit the demon infected was beyond normal conventions of attractiveness. The human host was tall with mysterious dark eyes and muscles in all the right places. “You called me here. What do you want?”

“You and your friend were so interested in what I was doing I would be remiss if I didn’t invite you to play with me. And I am nothing if not well mannered. Tell me, little mouse, did you enjoy what you saw?” Strong hands stroked the arm of the tufted chair and I found myself wondering what those hands would feel like stroking my body. I could feel my resolve slipping. I let my hand slowly drift to the hilt of my demon blade as I walked closer to where it was waiting. “Now now. You won’t be needing that.” My hand was pinned to my side and I kept walking though I willed myself to stop.

“I’m not here with my mate. He rejected me. So if that’s your kink I’m sorry to disappoint.” My voice was shaky as I lowered myself onto its thigh. My core was hot and sticky to the point that I could no longer hide my arousal. The smell of the host’s skin sent me spiraling and I leaned into its touch.

“He didn’t reject you, sweet little mouse. Your bond is strong as ever. That Winchester boy will come. And when he does, he’ll watch me take you just like all the others. Then I’ll watch his heartbreak take him too. It will be too delicious. Who knew how simple it would be to take down Dean Winchester?” it chuckled against my throat. Its lips brushed over my collarbone and down to my decollete. My body betrayed me at every turn. I couldn’t help but press myself down onto his thigh to relieve some of the ache building there. I whimpered as it put its hand at the small of my back and encouraged me to move. “Yes, that’s a good little mouse. Look at how hot and bothered you are and I am barely touching you. What would happen if I touched that sweet little pussy? Hmm? Would it be as wet as I think?” Its hands slipped into the waistband of my panties and brushed against my clit causing me to cry out. “Mmmh even wetter. That boy doesn’t know what he’s missing.” My mind was screaming to stop but I physically couldn’t help myself. I rocked against its hand allowing my orgasm to build. Just when I thought I would break it stopped. “Now, slow down, Sugar. Let’s wait for the rest of the party to arrive.” It lifted me off of its lap leaving me panting and frustrated.

I have no idea how long I was in that room before I heard the front door burst open. The demon laughed when he heard Sam shouting my name. I was naked and splayed on the floor watching the demon divest itself of its clothing. The host’s cock was already dripping, waiting for the perfect moment to sheath itself in my waiting core. It lined itself up between my legs and began its slow tortuous ministrations on my aching cunt making me moan loud enough to hear over the sounds of splintering wood. “Yes, little mouse. Call out to your mate.” Crack went another door and I heard Sam again. My whole body shook from another orgasm. “Call his name, little mouse. Let him know where you are.”

“I’d rather say yours” I managed to say. “You’re the one making me cum.” I couldn’t move my hands to touch it but I could stroke its ego. The way the host’s face lit up let me know I was on the right track.

“My name? Oh, little mouse. I have many names. But for tonight, you can call me Master.” It spread my legs wider fucking hard into me bringing me into another mind shattering release.

“No, demon. Your real name. I’m calling you out. You have to answer” It’s whole body went stiff and it grabbed my chin to stop me from talking. Demons have very few rules but telling you their name when called out is one essential rule they cannot break.

“Saleos!” It grunted. “Crafty little mouse. Say my name then. Scream it for your mate to hear. Let him know how good I’m making you feel.” It rutted into me so hard I could barely speak. But when it lifted the host’s head and stared into my eyes I could see its pleasure building and I knew I had it.

“Saleos huh? Don’t want to blow your load before he’s able to see right? Better hang on for me. Or is my pussy that good?” I wrapped my hands around the back of its neck and pulled it close to kiss and began to whisper instead. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…..” The demon inside started to twitch and flicker but I held on tight continuing the words that I had committed to memory. The black smoke plumed from the nostrils mouth and eyes, weakening it enough for me to grab the knife it hadn’t thrown far enough away. I plunged the knife between the hosts ribs and saw the black fade from its eyes just as Sam and Dean burst through the door. It’s naked body fell limp and heavy on top of me. I managed to push it off and quickly grab a few shreds of a ruined bedsheet.

Sam turned away to give me a bit of dignity. “You ok?” he muttered.

“Fine. Can you give a girl a second?” he left the room but Dean remained wordlessly staring.

“Save it. Whatever speech you’re about to give me about my safety I do not care to hear it.” I managed to find my clothes and surprisingly none of them were torn. Dean seemed to be in some kind of trance. “What’s wrong, Dean? You act like you haven’t seen a naked woman before.”

“Did it…did it finish…I mean did…I don’t know what I want to say right now. So many thoughts are running through my head and all I want to do is rip those panties off of you. I literally cannot focus on anything else.” He stalked toward me like a lion about to devour its prey. He unfastened his belt and tore his shirt over his head revealing his tattooed chest already glistening with sweat. The scent of his arousal was so overpowering that I had no choice but to comply.

“Uh uh.. I didn’t give it a chance to finish.” I whispered too stunned to speak any louder.

“But it made you cum.” He pressed against me letting me feel just how much he needed to be inside me at this very moment.

“I couldn’t help…” A brutal kiss stopped me from saying any more.

“I can do better” he growled. “Sammy, get lost for a while!” he shouted. Sam’s heavy footsteps retreated out to the Impala as fast as he could carry himself. Dean kissed me again soft and slow, still managing to get the rest of his clothes off without breaking away from my lips. I was already soaked from the demon but when Dean looked me over I was a goner. A fresh wave of arousal hit me and his nostrils flared when he scented it. With one swift movement he grabbed my hips and slammed into me. We both moaned at the sensation. He moved inside me like he was possessed himself. “I was so scared, J.” his head fell forward onto my chest, whining as he drew closer to his release. “I thought I lost you.”

“But you didn’t and I’m sorry I scared you.” I retorted breathlessly. We didn’t speak anymore. The only sounds to fill the decrepit room were the sounds of our moans and the slap of our bodies. His pace became erratic and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. I placed my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look down at me. We said nothing but stared long and deep into each other’s eyes as we both met our end then he collapsed, satiated and warm onto me. We held each other in the darkened room simply feeling each other’s feelings and thoughts. This was right. It felt like we belonged together. I knew at that moment that I loved him. Could feel that he loved me too. But something was off like he was conflicted. I didn’t want to ruin it by asking so I let him lay on my chest for a while longer.

After several moments we heard Sam calling from the foyer, “Are you two going to be much longer? I’m bored and hungry.” I laughed but Dean didn’t so much as crack a smile.

He stood up grabbing his clothes and throwing mine over to me. There was a hint of regret playing at his face which started to enrage me but I shut it down and finished dressing. “Do you want me to ride with you? I’ll let Sam drive my car home.” I was searching for anything that let me know he was happy with this. He gave me nothing.

“Why don’t you take Sam with you? I’ll meet you at the bunker.” He never made eye contact with me once. And it wasn’t lost on me that he said “the bunker” instead of calling it “home”.

“I’ll go alone.” I murmured. No response. “Hope you enjoyed yourself.” I said as grabbed my shoes and headed for my car. He didn’t follow me and I didn’t expect him to.

“You two good?” Sam asked with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But then he saw my face and the tears that were about to spill. “Ok, not good? I’m confused.”

“I need to get out of here.” My voice broke as I fished my keys out of my pocket. “Move, Sam. I have to go.”

“Jesse, look at me. You are a wreck. Let me drive you.” he grabbed my keys but I pushed his hand away. Dean started to descend the stairs looking down at his feet instead of towards me.

“Please, Sam. Let me go.” I pleaded with him. He finally relented and I took off before Dean could stop me if that was even his intention. Once I was in my car I plugged in my phone, put it on “do not disturb” and found a song loud enough to drown out any memory of what just happened. Fuck Dean Winchester. Fuck him and his stupid self loathing. I pounded my fist on the steering wheel in time to the drums in the song I had blaring through the car’s speakers. I needed a drink and a shower and to start looking for a new place to live because I was done. Fucking done with his bullshit. I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. I just wanted to get lost.

Once I made it into the bunker I grabbed a bottle of something brown and headed for the shower. Cas and Jack were smart enough not to say a word to me as I stormed past. Sam and Dean made it a few minutes after I did. I hurried out of my clothes and started the shower. Not only did I lock the door but I barricaded it with a chair that I grabbed from in front of the desk in my room. I turned the water on as hot as my body could stand and used my loofah to scrub every place Dean and Saleos had been. I scrubbed so hard at my thighs that the skin began to turn red and split into fine scrapes. I watched the blood well on my skin through blurry tears.

I got myself together and went back to my room to start throwing things into a bag. I had a few credit cards that I hadn’t used. What was left on them would be more than enough to get me a few towns over. I chugged from the open bottle relishing the sting in the back of my throat. I had no real plan other than getting as far away from Dean and this ridiculous bond as possible. I could hear him and Sam arguing from the other room but he didn’t come after me. He must have wanted me gone as much as I wanted to leave.I drained the rest of the bottle feeling the effects of the liquor starting to take hold. It only made me feel bolder and ready to throw some punches. I trekked back to the main room where everyone, including Eileen, were silently drinking. Eileen and Sam signed to each other but no one interjected. I didn’t say anything as I headed for the stairs. Dean watched me, making me angrier with each step that I took.

Jack was the only one to get up from his seat. He put his body between me and the stairs and placed his hands on my shoulders, “I don’t know what happened but I won’t let you deal with it alone. If you have to go, fine but I’m coming with you.” He held my shoulders tight, his eyes pleading. “You don’t have to do this alone, Jesse.” How did this kid know exactly what to say to make me feel guilty?

“Thank you for always taking care of me but I have to go, baby boy. I love you so much.” I hugged him tight, swaying a little from the effects of the alcohol.

“Stop her, Dean! You're in love with her. Don’t you feel it? The woman you love is walking away from you.” He begged and begged while I took the slow trudge up the stairs to the door.

“She wants to go, let her go. She wants to act like a little girl, that’s her right.” Dean grumbled. “All of you stay out of it. This is none of your business.” A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in my belly.

“Fuck you, Dean.” I flipped him off before yanking the handle on the door.

“No! This is absolutely our business. We are a family!” Eileen hugged Jack around his shoulders trying to shush him. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never. Do or die. Walk out the door and reject the bond once and for all or stay here and live with this hot and cold act that Dean does.

“You’re right, Jack. We are a family. And sometimes it’s ok when Mom and Dad fight. But we aren’t fighting are we, Dean? Wanna know what happened? Sam and Dean walked in at the exact moment that I ganked the demon all by myself.”

“Because that’s how you wanted it!” Dean shouted, taking the stairs two at a time to get in my face. Like that would intimidate me.

“You’re right! That’s how I wanted it. I let that black eyed piece of shit fuck me and I finished the job. But instead of being fucking concerned about me.. instead of giving a shit about how I was feeling you let your primal instincts take over and you fucked me. Had to mark your territory didn’t you, baby? Like you have some claim on me. And now he regrets it. So he’s letting me go to assuage his guilt. Does that sum it up?” I stood back and waited for him to say something. Anything to let me know that he cared even a little.

“Yeah that sounds about right. I feel fucking guilty. I regret that I couldn’t control myself. I feel fucking guilty that I wasn’t there to stop that fucker from violating you. And I’m pissed that you didn’t let me do this with you because I promise it wouldn’t have gotten that far. I went absolutely insane when you sent that SOS to Sam. Broke every traffic law on the books to get to you. And that’s what I had to walk into? Had to see that..that thing on top of you? Inside of you? The bond took over and I reacted and I feel like shit for taking advantage of you. Happy now? Go if you want. I won’t stop you. But you walk out…you walk away from me…from this, say out loud that you reject the bond so we can both move on.” We stared at each other, neither of us willing to relent. The problem was we were both incredibly stupid and stubborn and neither of us had the guts to really say what we felt. I guess he did just then but in general. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and let him hold me the way I knew he wanted to. His hands were curled into fists causing the veins to pop out on his forearms. He was holding himself back just as much. Like I said, we’re idiots. His eyes narrowed and he moved closer to me, “Say it.”

“I love you.” I blurted out. It seemed to take all of the wind out of his sails. From some distant corner of the room I heard Sam laugh and Eileen smacking him for doing so.

“I love you too!” he shouted back. “Don’t ever leave me again. It hurts my feelings when you do!”

“Fine! I had no idea where I was going anyway.” He tried not to smile but he lost that battle.

“Holy hell you two are idiots.” Sam shouted from the lower level. “Someone order a few pizzas before Jesse sobers up. She gets cranky when she’s hungry.”

Jack happily bounced up the stairs and took my bag while Dean and I continued to stare at each other. And we stayed that way for several more seconds before I walked past him to plop into a chair next to Cas. The angel put his arm around me grinning like a fool. “This relationship is going to put us all in harm's way isn’t it?”

“Oh none of us will survive it.” The

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DANIEL’S RETURN

A lone biker in a full rubber suit under his leather biker racing suit drove down the highway and turned into the camp site. He came across the lifeless body hanging in the tree. The camp site appeared to be deserted without a trace that anyone had just been there recently.

The biker dismounted and walked over to what appeared to be a lifeless body. The person had full leather gear on with a helmet. The suit had a crotch zipper that was left open. His hands were secured behind his back. He could see the person had soiled himself. There was a fresh pile as well as a small puddle of urine surrounding it on the ground beneath him. The biker looked even closer and noted there was cum also dripping out of the ass of the victim.

“Daniel!” The biker called out, “Where the heck are you?”

Then out of nowhere a glowing image in the form of a human body appeared. It walked over and appeared to be inspecting the lifeless body that was hanging from the tree as it walked around it. The glowing image then seemed to go into the lifeless body.

Suddenly the body seemed to move again.

“Daniel?” the biker asked, “Is that really you?”

“Is that you Oliver?” the hanging body asked.

“Yes!” Oliver responded, “The master instructed me to meet you here and help you out in any way that I can.”

“Good!” Daniel replied, “Get my fuck’en ass down from here!”

Suddenly a knife appeared in Oliver’s hand. He went over and cut the rope and Daniel’s body fell to the ground with big thud.

“Oh, I hate those dumb things.” Oliver commented, “But I am sure glad they used those cheap plastic zip lock cuffs on ya this time.”

With a quick flick of the knife Oliver freed Daniel’s hands. Daniel rubbed his sore wrists where the cuffs had cut into him during his struggle. Then Oliver assisted Daniel with a hand up.

“Well how did ya like the noose this time?” Oliver inquired as he adoringly fondled the noose, “I remember the first time I put one on ya. You weren’t very happy about it, but you took it like a champ!”

“Ya!” Daniel chuckled as he walked around with the noose still fastened to his neck, “It really scared the crap out of me back then. We had some pretty strange times back in those days.”

“Ya!” Oliver replied, “I have enough fond memories of our times together to last for an entire eternity. But back to here and now. How was this noose this time?”

“Obviously, it was effective this time!” Daniel indicated, “They had it nice and snug. I somehow enjoy the fit and feel of this one. I feel at ease with it on. I have gotten to where I really like them and I get into my comfort zone when I have one on. It is just like dressing up and wearing a tie.”

He paused briefly, “When they held it up in front of me, in my mind, I was begging for it. Also, this time, I recall stepping off the block and being airborne for a couple minutes at least, before I passed out.”

“Good!” Oliver indicated, “I am happy to hear the noose now brings you comfort. I am glad you are at ease with it now. They did not injure your neck in any way?”

“No! That is the good thing!” Daniel indicated, “I would not want to go thru life or thru eternity paralyzed with a busted neck.”

“I think that is why the master has me here.” Oliver indicated, “You need to decide which way you really want go with this.”

“I thought my fate was already decided for me?” Daniel questioned his existence.

“Nope!” Oliver indicated, “Your fate has not been sealed yet. You can still go either way.”

“Where are we now?” Daniel questioned.

“I really haven’t figured it all out yet.” Oliver indicated, “I think it is like an alternate reality or something like that. Like a parallel universe. I can never figure that stuff out. I just have to go with this moment in time that I have right now. This moment with you!”

“Ya!” Daniel responded, “It is so dam good to be able to see you again.”

Oliver indicated, “I do want to thank you for trying to resuscitate me. But it was too late because they already came to take me with them. Besides, it was my time and I was ready for it.”

Then Oliver and Daniel reached out to each other kissing and embracing for several minutes.

“I could get used to an eternity with you!” Oliver Indicated, “But I don’t think that would be the right thing, right now, for you! The master thinks your journey isn’t over yet. You have many more lessons to learn and things to experience before you will be ready. You also still have a lot to give to others.”

“Really?” Daniel responded, “I didn’t feel completed. While in some ways I was ready to accept the change. Ready to join up with you. Ready to spend eternity with you. I also had a lot of misgivings about it. It was just like it was all happening too soon for me.”

“I know what you mean!” Oliver indicated. “I had to struggle with all that. I had to be ready when I got snuffed. Frank really helped get me there. I have met some here who had to git ready in an instance. It was a rush job for them, but they managed it.

Oliver paused, “I think I am sharing too much with you now. The master would not like that. This is on you now Daniel. Do you want to rush into this or do you want to continue on your journey?”

Oliver knew what Daniel really wanted. He whispered into Daniel’s ear, “They cannot snuff you this time. There is too much DNA evidence dripping out of your ass. You have to go back for them NOW! We shall meet again!”

Then Oliver wrapped his arms around Daniel and just held him as tight as he could, for the remaining time they had together…….

“Come on Daniel! It is time to git your lazy ass up!” Daniel now heard Charlie’s voice.

Daniel just laid still on the ground. He could again feel the warmth of sun. He realized that when he was out cold, he did not feel how warm the sun was. His eyes popped open. He somehow had expected that everything and everyone would be gone. But here he was back in the camp with all of Charlie’s angels.

“Git breakfast ready for all the guys and when you finished that you will need to get cleaned up before we go.” Charlie instructed.

At breakfast all of the angels were joking and laughing with each other. Daniel remained silent unless someone asked him specifically about something. He remembered looking up at the noose and nodding affirmatively. But everything after that seemed to be wiped out of his mind now.

For some reason Daniel was thinking about Oliver. Was that just a dream he had or did that really happen.

“You should have seen the look on your face when you stepped off the blocks!” The eunuch angel commented, “I didn’t think you would have the balls to actually do the dance!”

“Oh, what was it like?” Daniel asked, “I want to hear all about it. How did I go down?”

“It was the look of shear terror!” Charlie responded, “You had no clue as to what the outcome of the plan would be. I actually didn’t know for certain either. I didn’t know if you would take that step or not. I was also feeling your panic. Perhaps a panic of my own as well. You indicated in your fantasy that you wanted to come back. But I was not absolutely sure I could pull it off after you went as far as you did. Right after you passed out, you pissed and soiled yourself. That’s when we cut the rope and dropped you to the ground. It took a lot to resuscitate you. I got your heart beating again and you started breathing on your own. You were out or sleeping the rest of night. I stayed up and checked on ya ‘till I knew for certain you were going to be ok. There really wasn’t much more anyone could have done for you. Your fate was out of our hands.”

“I wish I could have been there to see it!” Daniel stated as he now recalled having an out of body experience in which he witnessed it all. Daniel wasn’t certain what actually happened or if his mind was just fabricating it. The story that Charlie told, almost perfectly matched up with what was in Daniel’s mind. It all seemed so surreal.

“Are ya ready to try it again?” Charlie asked, “The guys are still all here! We got some time if you want it. It would be easy to fix the rope” Charlie held up the end of the rope that was still dangling from Daniels neck.

Daniel paused for a moment. He was thinking about what it would be like to get strung up again and snuffed this time. Then he clearly remembered his time with Oliver. He remembered what Oliver whispered into his ears.

“Nope!” Daniel finally responded, “I am not ready for it yet. But someday soon I will probably be there again.” They had taken off the helmet to complete the resuscitation. The noose remained in place around Daniel’s neck.

Daniel Fondly rubbed the rope, “You have lost some more of your sting!”

Then Daniel reached up and loosened the noose that still remained around his neck. He was ready to let it go and take it off for now.

“Well then!” Charlie chimed in, “Let’s git your fuck’en ass cleaned up now!”

Now Daniel focused on how sore his used ass was.

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moonctzeny · 3 years ago

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Not sure if anyone has asked for this yet but may I request Mark and number 30 for the nsfw drabbles? 🥺

mark + phone sex

genre: smut, fluff

wc: 866

warnings: masturbation, phone sex, praise, fingering

a/n: hii hope you like this anon 💘💘

Mark couldn’t have known how much the picture you sent him would affect him when he got the notification.

There you were, sitting on your bedroom’s floor in front of your full-body mirror, legs open and facing the camera. Your underwear was nowhere to be found, only one of Mark’s t-shirts was covering your body, and if that wasn’t already turning him on impossibly much then the fingers over your glistening pussy definitely did the job.

There wasn’t much he could do, sitting on the couch of their dressing room after just being done with his makeup. He was only glad he decided to turn his phone away from Johnny before opening the message, out of a hunch. Awkwardly pulling the sweater he had on for the performance over his crotch, he excused himself to the restroom.

The call rang only once before you answered, your voice telling of the smug smile stretching out your face; you were expecting him to call.

“Hey”

“Yo”, he answers, breathless. “What’s up with the pic?”

“You liked it?”

“So fucking sexy.”

He walks around the area a little, checking to see if anyone was there. He had a feeling this conversation would end up needing complete privacy.

“I just missed you”, you mewl, and Mark can clearly hear your duvet covers shifting in the background. He can picture it so vibrantly: you naked, wearing your messy hair and the tee he’s left at your place, laying in bed. His cock twitches in his skinny jeans, begging to be freed, and he quickly locks himself inside a stall.

“What are you doing right now?”, he asks you as he unbuttons his pants, palming himself over his briefs.

“I woke up and you weren’t there but I was really horny. I couldn’t help but touch myself..”

Unable to contain his hard-on under the fabric anymore, Mark pushes his underwear down his thighs, letting his dick slap against his lower stomach. He can faintly pick up the sound of your fingers spreading your wetness around. Every second of this call drove him crazier.

“And you decided to show me just to torture me?”

“Well, I was kinda wishing you’d call. I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Got what you wished for, baby?”

“Not really”, you pout, moaning lightly when your index grazes your clit, “Your dick feels so much better.”

“Fuck”

Letting out a low growl from the back of his throat, he wraps his fist around his member, slowly jerking himself off. The way your voice breaks from neediness has him dripping out already. He knows he won’t last long.

“Slip two fingers in for me”, he whispers on his phone, already panting as he pumps his dick some more. “How does it feel?”

“My pussy feels so hot”, you whimper, but sigh out in pleasure once you get used to the stretch. “It’s a tight fit”

“Can’t even fit a couple of fingers in? But you always take me so well.”

“It’s been too long”, you whine, and a wave of guilt washes over Mark momentarily. “I need more”

“Once I get home”, he promises, and picks up the pace of his movements as your moans grow in intensity. “Don’t care how tired I am. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til your legs give out.”

“Mark, I’m gonna cum”, you warn him, fingertips hitting your g-spot now. It feels so different when he’s there for you. Even if he’s not physically in your room with you, you still feel butterflies in your lower stomach at his words. It’s just so easy to imagine that he’s right next to you, half-covered under your sheets like on your favorite lazy mornings, when his lips find the hollow of your neck and his fingers wake you from your slumber.

“Me too baby, fuck. I wanna hear my girl cum all pretty for me.”

You moan his name out per his request when your orgasm hits you, your moans triggering his own. Ropes of cum fill his fist, dripping down his fingers. He can’t help himself from groaning from the much-needed relief, letting out a chuckle as he cleans himself up.

“I love you.”

“I love you too”, you coo, your body feeling light as a feather and your heart full of your boyfriend. “Good luck today, okay? I’m cheering for you”

“Thank you, baby. And I’ll keep my promise! Just wait for me.”

“Will do Marky”, you giggle, not wanting to hang up at all, “I’m so glad I texted you”

“Me too”

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years ago

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virgin killer satan virgin killer satan VIRGIN KILLER SATAN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i hear you loud and clear my love 😏

warnings: smut, virgin!reader, daddy kink, the pet names 'kitten' and 'kitty' used constantly, female!reader

"You're a virgin?"

The question is inevitable and it has been asked on more than one occasion, but you suppress a cringe and nod, looking away with flushed cheeks.

"I... I hope you're okay with that."

"It's not a problem at all kitten." He assured you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you on top of him so he was sandwiched between you and the sofa, "My only question is whether or not you'd like to lose it to me."

You bit your lip, hiding your rosy cheeks in his shoulder.

"No need to be shy kitty. Take all the time you need to decide."

You sit up, making sure your clothed heat was pressed snugly against the slight bulge in his slacks and grind down, meeting his emerald gaze as confidently as you could.

His hands snapped to your hips, controlling your pace against his hips, lashes fluttering as he stared up at you hungrily.

Before you could register what was going on, the Avatar of Wrath had flipped you so you were caged beneath him on the sofa, but the steady grind of your hips against his own continued.

Satan leaned down to kiss you like he had so many times before, but these kisses were more desperate, more famished, and so full of need he could see it nearly overflowing out of your sensitive little frame.

"Someone's rather needy, wouldn't you say?" He laughed softly, pulling away from you so he could grind against your ever-dampening cunt with a bit more precision, "So sensitive too... You're such a cute, innocent little kitty. I can't wait to ruin you."

You whimper as the blonde helps you out of your uniform, tossing the blazer, shirt, and pleated skirt to the side so he could visually devour your sweet curves and edges before they were defiled forever by him and him only.

"You're so pretty," He murmured between kisses, hands beginning to explore your body, squeezing and caressing you until one hand gripped your throat; angling your face up to meet his own and the other holding one of your wrists down and away from his clothed cock, now painfully hard and throbbing, impatiently straining against its confines and hoping to be freed.

"Yeah," You huffed, free hand tugging at his clothes, "You're pretty too so take your fucking clothes off to, ya prick."

Satan pressed his bulge harshly against the bit of fabric concealing your drenched slit and you whined, bucking your hips against him; clit aching with need.

"Don't speak to be like that kitty, or I promise you'll regret it." He warned, squeezing your throat a bit.

You giggled, sighing contentedly as Satan began to undress until he was nude except for the gray boxers concealing his length from your hungry gaze.

"Gotta prep you first," he smirked, tugging off the lacy panties you and Asmo had purchased a few weeks ago, "I want you to be as comfortable as possible, okay kitty?"

You nod, suddenly a bit shy as his nimble fingers traced down your heaving chest and tummy before sneaking between your thighs and rubbing at your sopping folds.

"So wet kitty, I wonder how this happened? Are... Are you excited? Aww, is my precious girl ready to be stuffed with her daddy's cock? Be honest, kitty."

You blushed fiercely as Satan leaned down, still smirking, but softer this time.

Two of his fingers slowly entered you and you had to suppress a gasp.

No doubt you had tried to finger yourself before, but your tiny hands were no match for the sheer depth and width of the ones gently pumping inside your cunt.

You gripped his arm, aroused whimpers pushing past your lips as he began to increase the pace; eyes concentrated on your face, gauging your reactions and doing his best to draw moans from your throat.

"Tell me sweet girl, have you even cum before? Can your little human hands make you feel good like mine do?"

You were panting now, eyebrows knit together as you felt something inside you, something you had never been able to do by yourself, and it was approaching rapidly.

"N-No! No no... Oh, d-daddy, f-feels good!"

You arch your back and try to buck your hips away from the hands working your sloppy cunt, but Satan's strength keeps you from wriggling away.

You stutter over your moans, gripping his arms and twitching as a wonderful feeling, like fireworks, came over you, so euphoric and warm, you began to cry.

Not a lot, but just enough of a sob and a sniffle for Satan to worry.

"Too much? Oh kitty, don't cry... Tell me what's wrong." He hummed, thumbing away the tears from your leaking eyes.

"That... That's felt really nice!" You giggle through your tears, "I d-don't know why I'm crying Satan, but I liked that."

Your pretty smile was contagious...

"I'm glad it felt good," He nuzzled his nose against your own, carding his hand through your hair, "Do you want me to do that again, or do you want to keep going? It's up to you."

You adjusted your trembling legs beneath him and pulled him down for a kiss, before saying, "I'd like to continue and I think you'd like to as well."

Satan smiled, "If you aren't 100% sure about this, we won't go any further. I don't care how hard I am kitty, I don't want to if you're not ready."

"I am ready. I trust you Satan and nothing would make me happier than being able to do this with you."

You pushed some of the straw-colored locks back from where they hung in his eyes and pulled him down for another kiss while Satan tugged his boxers off.

Something prodded your silky folds, causing a whimper to slip from your throat.

"This is okay? You're sure?"

You take a deep breath and consent with a "yes."

Satan intertwines his fingers with your own, simultaneously lining himself up with your entrance. He spat on the widest part of his cock, using a mixture of that and your slick to lubricate his length before pressing his hips forward as slowly and gently as possible.

You squeeze his hand and he pauses, eyes flitting to yours for a moment to check for any signs of regret or fear; he found fear, but no regret.

Satan wasn't small so you had a reason to be nervous.

He pressed a bit more and his head was fully enveloped in your tight hole. Exhaling, he continued to push; rolling your clit around with his thumb to take your mind off the intrusion and kissing you deeply to comfort you and swallow your whines.

As the widest part of his cock began to slip into your pussy, the pain you were already feeling worsened and you gripped his hand tightly, squeezing your eyes shut.

"You're such a good girl for me," Satan comforted, pulling out a bit to relieve you before pushing his hips in more, "You're halfway there kitty, I'm so proud."

"Half... only half?" You huff, "Feels s-so full Daddy, I don't think my pussy's big enough..."

"Oh, it'll fit. You just have to learn how to take a cock like mine. I believe in my kitty, you're so close."

Satan allowed you a few minutes to adjust, speaking to you with soft, encouraging words, thumbing your engorged clit, and kissing you until you were relaxed and smiling.

"Ready to keep going?"

"Uh-huh."

The last bit was easier, except for the fact that it was a tight fit.

The head of Satan's cock reached deeper than anything had before.

He lifted your legs to cross over his back, allowing your cunt to grip the base of his shaft.

He gave you a few minutes to adjust to his thickness but Satan was growing a bit desperate himself. Your tight cunt would squeeze him so deliciously and you smelled so fucking good he could barely stand it.

When some time has passed, he starts carefully rocking his hips against your own, kissing you deftly and swallowing your moans.

"So big-" You manage to huff between kisses, a high-pitched whine leaving your lips as he pulls almost all the way out before stuffing his length back into your clenching hole, "Hngg- fuck..."

"Good girl, such a good girl," Satan whispered through a soft moan of his own, "You wanna go a little faster kitten? You want daddy to fuck you nice and hard on his fat cock?"

You nodded furiously, mouth falling open as he began to pick up the pace with his thrusts marveling at the way your pretty pussy would just swallow him every time he pressed his hips into your own. Your cunt was absolutely drenched felt so good. He could feel the way the sticky substance dampened his own hips and dripped onto the couch with how hard he was pounding you.

You looked so beautiful beneath him too, lips parted with small, quick breaths and choppy moans, hickeys blooming along your collarbones and an absolutely perfect heat wrapped around his cock?

He was so lucky.

"You're beautiful, kitty. I want to keep you all to myself without any of my rotten brothers bothering us. This pussy is mine, understand? You are mine." He hissed, drowning your high pitched whines with his lips.

He would give anything to be in a relationship with you, make a life together, and end each and every day with you bouncing on his length in whatever position suited your fancy.

You arched your back when his fingers teased your throbbing clit, forcing an orgasm out from between your legs.

The demon slowed, but never stopped, hips still rocking against yours, fingers still rubbing away at your sensitive heat.

You gave a shuddering sigh and gripped his back, whimpering as he started fucking you harder.

"Daddy's gonna cum, baby." He huffs in your ear, "I know you're tired, but hold on just for me, okay?"

"Oooh! D-Daddy, I'm so sensitive, ah- aah! Sh-Shit I think I'm gonna cum again-"

"You better not, you naughty kitty, or daddy will punish you. You've been such a good girl for me so far, are you really gonna ruin that because your greedy cunny has to cum?" He watches you shake with effort, grasping at the wrist teasing your abused clit as you try and wait for him to cum.

The air is filled with the steady slapping of hips and the squelch of your drippy heat around a fat dick, serenaded by his sexy grunts and an endless moan of ah! ah! ah!'s and Satan knew he couldn't last much longer this round.

You needed a break as well, judging by how much you were trembling beneath him and doing your best to be good and hold back an orgasm until he was ready.

"Awww, are you crying, kitty? Does it feel that good?" You nod, hiccupping softly, hips moving tiredly to meet his heavy thrusts. "It does, doesn't it. You love daddy's cock."

"'Wan hold your hand daddy," You cried, eyes rolling back as he seemed to swell inside you.

He gripped your hand, "Of course, kitty. Daddy's right here."

You huffed with effort, your pussy grew more and more sensitive as the seconds passed. Your nails dug into your palm as Satan started slapping your clit and you knew you were done for.

"Daddydaddydaddy pleeease oooh fuck! Daddy I hafta cum, ohh, ohh! I'm cumming!"

"Go ahead, kitty, cum for your daddy-"

You convulsed against the couch cushions, forcing Satan's cock from your heat, only for him to force it in again and clip your abused g-spot, causing fluid to force his cock out of your spasming hole once again.

Satan held you by the throat now, pushing his length in and pulling it all the way out until he finished all over your labia, sticky white seed spurting out of his still semi-hard cock and lathering your trembling lips.

You tugged on his arm, desiring closeness after such an intense orgasm. Satan grabbed an old t-shirt off the floor and gently wiped you down before pulling you into a warm hug.

"How are you still hard?" You sniffle, wiping away old tears on your bare wrists.

Satan blushed, "Don't worry about it, kitty. You need to calm down before we get to that. D-Did you enjoy yourself though? I wasn't too harsh on you, right?"

You giggle and realize, your sweet Satan is still here, wrapped in your arms and kissing your hickey-strewn collarbones and throat.

"No Satan, I loved it. You're such a good dom, I hardly recognized you."

He smiled, stroking your hair.

"Good to hear. If you're up to it, we can do round two in the shower~"

July 5th

hello my lovelies! i believe this was my first full-length smut fic on this blog, so I hope it wasn't super terrible! :') leave a comment or something and tell me if it was okay! i am very open to constructive criticism.

if you did enjoy it, let me know if you'd like to see more <3

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herbgerblin · 3 years ago

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Concept: Blupjeans Shrek but with liches instead of ogres?

Gonna mix some shrek and shrek 2 elements together and say that. Barry just wants to live by himself and do somewhat sketchy science things in peace. but suddenly someone comes banging on his door and yelling about freeing a princess from a dragon. it’s prince!taako of the kingdom of far away away! and he’s all like, “I need help and I heard you are powerful necromancer or something”

Barry says or something.

Taako says I need you to help me free my sister from a giant fuck off dragon.

Barry is at first like no, because he wants to do dark science and not fight a dragon. taako points out that dark science is actually illegal in the kingdom and is punishable by death. but he will let it slide if Barry agrees to help. Barry is like :/ but he agrees.

Along the way Taako explains that his sister had to be locked away in a tower because two evil fairies (cough cough edward and lydia) cursed her so that at night, she turns into a corrupted lich that can’t control her powers and ends up causing unspeakable destruction. And only True Love’s Kiss can break the spell.

"If True Love’s Kiss breaks the spell, why am I needed?” Barry asks.

“She wasn’t in love with anyone when she was cursed homie,” Taako says. “Gotta to go with option number two: fucked up and evil magic.”

“Ah,” Barry replies.

Along the way they run into Magnus and Merle who are also just generally down to hang. Together, The Squad go to that castle to save lup.

They do not need to save Lup. She has already kicked ass and taken names and is in fact halfway out of the tower when they come to rescue her. Barry is like :O when he sees her use her powers to scare off the dragon. But they have to wait until daybreak for her to change back into her normal self so they can try to break the spell.

Normal Lup: y’all took forever to get here and didn’t even bring me fantasy mcdonalds?

Tres Horny Boys: >:/

Barry: ........................................................................... <3

Barry doesn’t see her incredible power as a curse and instead offers to help her find something to anchor it to so that she is in control of it. Lup is like :0 rad!

But before they can do that, a rival prince swoops in and takes Lup away to be wed, swearing to marry her and break the spell via True Love and all that jazz. Barry is momentarily disheartened because what can he compare to some Prince Charming?

Taako (encouraging voice): Yes, admittedly that prince is Hot™ as Fuck™ but I literally prefer you being with my sister over him, so we are going to that wedding and raising hell until we get her back do you understand me

Barry: :0

They all go back to the castle and there’s a boss fight between them and the fairies. In the midst of it, the evil twins are poofed! and their control over the Prince Kravitz is broken. Freed from the spell they had over him, Kravitz admits he does not actually wish to marry Lup, which everyone involved is glad about. Though he is a little put out over going through a whole wedding ceremony with no betrothed to speak of.

Taako says..........well I am available if you’re interested...... :>

Kravitz is very interested.

Lup is happy for Taako but she is also Sad because she still can’t control her lich powers. Barry says you don’t have to carry the weight of it alone if we share. Lup is like :D. They have their own ceremony at Barry’s home, where they both become liches. Their shared power can now be controlled at will and can be used for good and not evil!

Lup and Barry are very glad with this arrangement. They kiss of course :3!

#:0 this was very silly #i tried!#blupjeans #taakitz #my writing #herbgerb fic

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years ago

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cock and ball worship pt.2

Small smut drabbles of cock and ball worship with Toshinori, Hizashi, and Fatgum.

Don’t like/Don’t read: ball worship (obviously), rimming, and (slight) deepthroating

Yagi Toshinori

“All you need to do is stand here,” you hummed, kissing between Toshinori’s shoulder blades, then peeked past his arm to the mirror. Blue eyes focused on the bureau’s top. Red painted across his cheeks. It was cute. And concerning. “Hey, if you’re too nervous, we don’t have to.”

He met your eyes and smiled, relieving the worry. “I’ve never, um-” He cleared his throat, making your excitement skyrocket. But you hid your giant grin by kissing his arm while he retried, “I guess I am nervous. Noone’s ever done this to me before. ”

“It’ll be new, but it’ll feel good.” You rubbed his sides, snaking your hands to his front. The light blond trail tickled your fingers. “Do you still want to?”

“... Yes.”

“Lean on the bureau.” Toshi’s back tilted forward, pushing his ass out just a bit. Running your hands down his sides, feeling over his ribs and scars, then stroking his cheeks, fondling his delicate sacrum, you lowered to your knees. You nudged the inside of his thighs and advised, “Spread your legs a little, honey.”

Slowly and hesitantly, he did, exposing himself and giving you room to settle between them. You coddled the beating half-erection and began leisurely pumping him. The simple touch was enough for him to moan. A kiss to his balls made him buck into your hold, already grown stiff.

You pushed his leg out some more. It revealed all of him: tan, near hairless, and quivering. While you kept up the gentle pumping, your mouth fixated his balls, sucking on his left, loving the salted bitterness. It tried tensing up, ascending closer to his body, but your lips trapped it and refused to release. Weight increased behind it. Loose skin caught your teeth. All the flavors turned your salivary glands on, causing excess saliva to drivel down your chin.

Because of the lustful hissing and humping, you let go. Though you did it agonizingly lazy: firming your lips and drawing them off, grazing your teeth over the pocket, nipping the final bit, stretching it as far as it could go until it snapped back, arousing a groan and inflaming his erection to bob, dotting the drawers with precum.

Toshi groaned your name rather needily. You didn’t grant him a break, jacking him off and engulfing his right ball. It shifted around in your mouth. Your nose pressed against him. Drool leaked. Tinges of sharp salt grew. The palate burst when you popped him out and licked up his perineum to his rim.

“Oh!” he gasped, grinding backward. As legs spread, more opened to you, providing your tongue entry. He gasped deeper, ground harder, working himself all over you, letting his taste sink into you and your tongue to thrust into him.

Wanting to try something, you stopped jerking him off. He groaned from the loss but carried on while you solely used your mouth to pleasure him, seeing if he could orgasm from that alone. You moaned, feeling all his muscles tighten. Your nails dug into his thighs.

Desperate fingers held your head motionless. He humped your tongue, groaning aloud, clenching, wetly and lewdly from the overkill of saliva.

After the waves died, and his legs were about to give, he unlocked from your hair. You wiped your mouth and laughed at the drawers splattered with cum. You rubbed his back, kissed his blush-covered shoulder, and asked, “Did you like it?”

“Very much so,” Toshi croaked.

You brushed the hair sticking to his forehead away. “Then I’ll do it anytime you like.”

Yamada Hizashi

“Hizashi…” you sighed, placing your hands on his knees.

“In the mood?”

“Not for me.” You kneeled and grabbed the band of his sweatpants. He lifted his hips so you could pull them and his underwear off. Once freed, his thighs spread, and he flopped flimsily between them.

“Scoot forward,” you partially whined, settling on your knees. Hizashi didn’t question your needs. He just did as you said, shifting to the edge of the seat. Your mouth met him halfway, latching on, nursing the soft limpness. Since it was flaccid, you easily took all inside, able to touch your nose to his hair.

A hand rested on the back of your neck. His fingers rubbed in circles, stopping to grab there when your attention aimed at his glans. Your tongue gingerly stroked the small opening, careful of being too rough on his delicate skin. Salt trickled out. You fed off of what little spilled before suckling on his entire head, now cleared of foreskin, and waved your firm lips around his corona, adoring the immediate groans. Teasing there never failed to evoke them.

You took his hard length in, unable to taste all, then slipped him out, dripping saliva to the couch. Hizashi traced your lips with his thumb, lifting it to his mouth for a taste. He sang, “What’s got you all riled up?”

“Dunno.” You shrugged. You leaned closer and refilled your mouth, then your throat as you pushed yourself. You bobbed on him, winding your tongue around, slurping up any drops that ooze past your lips.

“Come here,” Hizashi grunt. You fussed, wanting him to stay where it was warm and wet. “Come on. Let me see your mouth.”

You slowly withdrew him. Fingers traced your sopping jaw. His thumb hooked and pulled down, holding it agape, letting saliva drip all over again while he repositioned. “Here you go, baby.”

With his thighs lounging wide, you had access to his balls. You latched on to one, breathing through your nose to smell the musk, snuggling up between his legs, cradling the other in your hand, frisking all around it. Your tongue pushed and prodded the sac, occasionally lapping under for the sour, over-salted flavor. A moan gushed out at the heat.

“God, you’re so fucking precious, sucking me off like this.”

His compliment fluttered your chest, intensifying your indulgence. You nestled as close as possible. And even with your cheeks turning sore, you continued supping, swallowing, and nipping. Your head lazed on his thigh as you fed. You tasted lower, pecking his perineum with your tongue. Spit flowed downward.

Hizashi bucked at the liquid. A blush tinted his cheeks. You stared directly into the eyes while he jerked himself off. He returned the gesture, gaping at you and your lips. Your teeth started clamping on the lax skin, feasting on the entire oval inside.

“Fuck!” he howled. “Fuck, you thirsty?”

You nodded.

“C’mere.” Hizashi directed you to draw him in, holding your head steady while he calmly yet hurriedly thrust into your mouth, forcing a gag every other insertion. Saliva and salt built until cum joined, stuffing your throat, leaving you wallowing in it as his grip knotted in your hair. Thighs went rigid. He praised through his orgasm, “Fuck- Just like that, baby. God, you- Fuck, just like that.”

Hearing you choke, he guided you off, and he flopped out, flimsy once again. You wiped your chin on his sweatpants. But instead of getting up, you cleaned him, licking the semen and spit away.

Hizashi patted your shoulder, breathless. “Thank you.”

Toyomitsu Taishiro

You blew raspberries on Taishiro’s stomach. He didn’t react in the slightest- not even a twitch of his lips. “Really?”

“I told you, I’m not ticklish.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled to yourself as you kissed his lower tummy, following the dark stretch marks down, passed the tuft of hair, to his penis. He rested flaccid, his foreskin practically screaming your name. Numerous veins raised the skin. They flattened under your tongue, pricking up after you washed by.

You supported him, watching his soft foreskin smooth over his glans when you tentatively moved it lower. The opening fit snug, unable to retract beyond his corona. You kissed the rim through the layer of thin skin and ran your tongue along it, feeling it shudder from the warmth.

“Use your tongue properly and lick inside, baby,” Tai hummed.

You answered with a moan, slipping into the tight opening, tasting the unseen skin. Salt sopped your tastebuds. It drizzled into the back of your throat, more and more the harder you sipped. He fattened in your hold. The middle swelled the plumpest, heaviest, followed by his glans flaring, producing thick precum. Moan thoughtlessly escaped.

“You like how I taste, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm.” His head poked your cheek, ballooning it out, causing a bit of drool to fall from your lips.

“That’s good, baby. I’m glad. Now, why don’t you take care of my balls for me?”

Your tongue withdrew, saturated in the tart taste. You tauntingly-yet-carefully stretched the loose skin between your teeth, unveiling the rim of his head. It was dark red, swollen, beating, and covered in saliva. Letting go, it was covered again. You kissed and sweetly sucked his tip. It drummed wonderfully against your palm and in your lips. Each pulse spurt just a little precum out for you to eat.

All of a sudden, amid your enjoyment, it was removed. Tai held himself, playfully noting, “You must really like how I taste.”

“I love it.” You kissed his balls next like he asked. The dusting of near-invisible hair didn’t bother you as you sucked one in, pumping with your mouth. It rolled with your tongue, bloated from arousal. The relaxed skin tightened around them. You wondered if he was close or if he was bigger than you remembered.

Not dwelling on it, you released with a nice pop, then repeated the affection on his other one. He grunted and humped with his hand. You nursed harder, almost biting, before popping that one out too.

“Keep doing that,” Tai groaned as he worked himself. A flush coated his face. His gaze locked onto yours. “Your mouth is perfect. You know how to use it so well.”

You whimpered around him. Saliva messed your jaw when you detached, sticking to both of you.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. Just focus on me. I’m almost there.” The husk in his voice drove shivers down your back and made you press firmly to him. You lapped between his balls, switching from sucking to nipping to pulling to kissing, then finally back to licking, abusing the scrotal skin red and randy. You moaned with your tasting, taking in all the bitterness and musk, nurturing all the more scents to flourish.

He cursed repeatedly, running his hand up and down his length, jerking into his hold and your mouth. His balls tensed and rose. You kept drinking them in, humming while he groaned and praised, cumming onto his stomach in rich strands. Only when they lolled did you release, ending it in a charming kiss.

You crawled up to Tai and brushed his bangs back. You nuzzled against his cheek, kissing and whispering praises back to him.

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Warm (Revenant x Reader)

Theme: Reader comforts Revenant after a somewhat brutal loss in a duos match as Revenant becomes concerned with his image.

Warnings: Mentions of mania, mentions of depression, mentions of suicide, threats of violence, graphically described violence, pain, sharp objects, borderline sexual fluff.

Reader's Notes: Revenant (Apex Legends) x Reader, reader is non-gendered in this chapter, this is getting romantic but hasn't crossed the line quite yet, reader will eventually have to be gendered (but I'll hold off as long as possible).

Writing Notes: Compliments give me fuel. Lot of development this chapter, more characters. I feel like this is increasingly revealing of who I am as a person, so I'm glad I'm anonymous.

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The Apex Games are brutal. It's a miracle these people can be suspended in death boxes and sewn or pieced back together after what happens to them. You've heard murmurs that some of the visual brutality is simulated by an AI for the cameras while the much less damaged person is imprisoned in a deathbox, but you are not so sure of that. It looks too real, and the Legends seem way too accustomed to pain and morbid destruction for it not to be. You are desensitized to a lot of gore and snuff yourself, but you've come to know the Legends just well enough to shudder when they are disemboweled in front of you. When you first started volunteering to help, you remembered being endlessly relieved the first time you saw them all return from the medical ward.

Even though you know they will likely be fine, you whimper as Bloodhound takes an apparently fatal blow from the favorites for this duos match: Loba and Bangalore. It isn't very often that random chance creates such an iconic duos pair, but it's happening today and the cameras are loving it. The cameras have been so fixated on these two that you haven't seen night or day out of Revenant. According to the trackers on the screen, Revenant is still in the game, but his teammate--Fuse--was knocked out of the match early on. Knowing those two, they likely agreed to drop hot--in an area with lots of combatants. While it's a good way to get kills, it's also an ideal way to get killed. From previous matches, you have the impression Revenant will drop hot if his teammate or teammates agree, but he won't do so otherwise. Fuse is absolutely the type to agree to dropping hot. You worry for Fuse even though you are certain he will be back tomorrow or soon thereafter, ready for more.

Loba and Bangalore have used their combined skills to gather long-range sniper weapons and considerable kills so far this match. Bangalore is able to use her abilities to create confusion and draw combatants out from cover, and Loba could create or close distances with her warp band while also gathering excessive amounts of high-level weaponry, mods, and armor to make them all the more terrifying. They pulled ahead early in the game, and now they feel unstoppable. The cameras watch as they run across Olympus' beautifully groomed grass towards the next team to victimize.

You feel like you're not doing what you should be doing. Did Revenant really just want you to watch the match today? Shouldn't you do something helpful?

You get yourself to the edge of the bed, hop up, and start to make it. It was so perfect when you hopped in yesterday, you want to try to make it equally as perfect. Your legs no longer hurt, and you feel well-rested despite Revenant's creepily watchful eyes. You take a deep breath, stretch backwards, and get to making the bed. You will have to go to your volunteer bunk and change soon. You wonder if you will have to move out of the volunteer area--even though it's small and cramped, it's been your home for a few years now. Your coworkers feel more like roommates, varying from cool but introverted to outgoing but overbearing. You like all of them, and you have the unusual standing as one of the longest-running volunteers, staying through off and on seasons to keep things functioning. You don't want to lose them, or the only home you've known for a few years.

Gunshots ring out on the television, Loba and Bangalore are taking shots at another team fight from afar. You see the symbol for Lifeline pop up as knocked, then eliminated. Caustic's name pops up next. Finally, Revenant came up as knocked, but not eliminated. You can't help but panic just a little, but Revenant apparently had a self-revive and is moving again, fleeing the area as Loba gives vicious chase trying to make up the distance from sniping. Revenant is in bad shape, he has been fighting solo for a while, and Loba knows he is practically a free kill at this point. You're afraid this is going to turn into another Loba versus Revenant fight, a favorite of the audience due to how ruthless they both are with each other. You don't like them fighting. You don't like seeing Loba be nearly beheaded or gutted, and you don't like seeing Revenant be slowly but surely tortured to death. There is no alternative ending with those two. It's always violent, and Revenant doesn't stand much of a chance at this rate. He clearly knows that.

You stare at the television breathlessly, trying to make the bed without looking away. Loba is hunting, and Revenant is unable to keep enough distance. In a last gambit, Revenant manages to break line of sight, launching his silencer into the doorway of a bunker and then intentionally running into the opposing bunker. Loba falls for it, as she makes an immediate path for the bunker with the silencer, opting to take the back door. It buys Revenant enough time to use a Pheonix Kit, a piece of equipment that restores his shields and health completely for a much fairer fight.

Hell is about to break loose.

You plop down on the bench having finished the bed, unable to look away. Loba and Revenant meet eyes from within each bunker through the small windows on each side. Loba looks infuriated at his newly rejuvenated state. Revenant's look is too intense to be smug, it truly is a mechanical malice undescribable by any other terminology. These two loathe each other. The spectators roar in excitement at another bloodbath between the lovely but deadly master thief and her mechanical antagonist, the commentators giving a short review of the last time these two met on the battlefield.

Revenant, now unafraid of the odds, immediately dashes to close the gap between their bunkers. Loba flings her warp band in his direction, landing behind him, and immediately getting two Mastiff slugs in his back. You cringe at the sight. Revenant turns to meet her fire with his Volt, but Bangalore's lobbed smokescreen fills the area before his shots meet. Bangalore had been lagging behind Loba, but she was close enough now to take shots again. You hear Loba's Mastiff take a number of more shots in the smokescreen, the Volt returning fire. Bangalore calls in her Rolling Thunder, cascading aerial bombardment all throughout the smokescreen. Revenant manages to break free of the now-fading smokescreen, trying to escape the explosives, but it was clearly Bangalore's intent for him to do so. With her well-equipped Longbow, she manages to snipe Revenant, knocking him to his knees.

Loba was soon looming over him, waiting for the camera to catch up. The crowd chants and screeches waiting for the gore. There are no microphones on the Legends themselves, but you can tell that Revenant is cursing her as she comes over to finish him. You wince, you don't want to watch this, but you feel you have to.

Loba kicks his head hard enough to knock out any human opponent, sending him to the ground. His mask is cracked open, revealing the copper lining underneath and the wiring for his optics. He stays grounded, glaring at her with an unspeakably vicious hatred. He faces his demise with just as much malice as he had moments earlier, perhaps even more. She goes in for a direct stomp, plunging the five-inch tall heel of her shoe into and through Revenant's left optic. You grimace at the horror of it, wanting to cover your face to escape the imagery. Revenant's body lurches backwards and writhes in pain, grabbing aimlessly at his face, screaming so loudly that the drone camera picks it up as his vocalizations crack and become inundated with static.

Revenant isn't eliminated. Revenant is treated differently than the human and more finite combatants. His deaths are of no consequence, so he isn't protected from them. He can just come back, over and over. So the cameras roll and he's left to suffer whenever it makes for better television. The most bloodthirsty fans have always loved this double-standard, but you are beginning to revile it more by the moment.

Loba spits on him, taking a moment to parade to the crowd her triumphant moment. Revenant's last remaining optic is dimming uncontrollably, but is still locked on her when she returns to finish the job. They lock eyes for a moment. You don't know the details--nobody does--but it's clear they have some kind of history where all the hatred stems from. Revenant looks away in acceptance of his defeat, and his neck is immediately clamped down on by her heels. With a single twist of her leg, the cracking noise of his head being forcibly freed from his torso rings out. You want to vomit.

Revenant is only now considered eliminated, his husk of a chassis lying nearly in two pieces, his head twisted perpendicular to his torso. The crowd is absolutely ablaze. Loba reaches down, tearing the scarf off his head and holding it triumphantly in the air, looking as if she just scalped her kill. Bangalore shies away from the cameras herself, she's clearly ready to move on. Loba revels in the violence, just like Revenant does, but there is something especially malicious between them.

You feel the nausea taking hold even stronger. Revenant is someone you know now. He's shown you kindness, and you've become very fond of him. You can't say you know him extremely well, granted, but well enough to feel empathy for his pain. Watching him essentially have his skull broken, eye gouged, and neck severed is a lot to take. You could literally see the excruciating pain in his body language when his eye was stomped out. They shouldn't allow it. The moment a human life is in danger they get deathboxed. Only now that Revenant's body is dead and vacated of all living code, as well as the audience thoroughly satiated, does Revenant's corpse get deathboxed. He managed to fight his team all the way to seventh place alone. Loba and Bangalore continue on, the cameras lovingly cataloging their sweep.

You get up and turn off the television, sheepishly use your new ID to leave the room, and head to the volunteer bunks. It's the middle of the day, so nobody is around. A note on your bunk reads "Worried about you! Let me know when you get back. -Sherry". You scribble back, "Sorry Sherry, had a special request I had to run, need to talk later. Text me." and place it on her bunk. Sherry is the de facto leader of the volunteers, here since day one of season one. You know each other well. She doesn't pry often, but disappearing for a night is really out of character for you, so you don't mind it this once. She will know if you're allowed to stay in the volunteer bunks or not. You gather your things, just in case, and haul them to Revenant's room. You only have a single duffel bag of clothes and toiletries to your name. It has been that way since you found yourself on the streets years ago. It's easy enough to carry, but some amount of sadness still lingers in you as you haul your only worldly possessions in a single bag. The Apex Games gives you year-round work in exchange for a place to live rent-free. The Legends who tip well basically keep you at a decent wage for the hours. So despite not having much to your name in terms of assets, you now have a bank account with enough value to move on if absolutely necessary.

You use the badge to open Revenant's door. It dings satisfactorily, and you dump your bag on the floor. You're not leaving the area until he's back. You already decided. You're in some stage of denial after watching him die, but simultaneously you cannot be in denial if he always comes back. You shake your head, the nausea fights for its throne in your gut. You grab a change of clothes out of the bag and head to the bathroom in the far left corner of the room.

As you enter, you see a mostly untouched bathroom, spare for a strangely out-of-place comb, shaving cream, an old-fashioned razor blade, and the mirror smeared opaque with dried suds--likely from the shaving cream. None of those items make sense. Not a single one. Why was the mirror so filthy? Why did a simulacrum have shaving or hair brushing tools? You consider that it might be a coping mechanism, but that doesn't explain the mirror. Whatever, you'll clean it in a second. No need to make a big deal out of it all.

Halfway through changing, you lose your battle with nausea. You don't have anything in your stomach, a fact you quickly realize as you lurch over the toilet. Just stomach acid. What a violent and terrible death. You know he feels just as a human does, it's not his fault he isn't as fragile. It's so unfair. You stand tall, having expelled the worst of it. You finish putting on your "I'm not feeling it" shirt, and make a quick orbit to the duffel and back, picking up your toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash. You clean out your mouth thoroughly, trying to fight off the taste of acid.

You finish up, leaving your oral care items behind to take your dirty clothes to the laundry room and grab some mirror cleaning supplies while there. Since you know how to fully clean down a room, you figure it is within your ability to completely clean Revenant's room. Maybe Fuse's too, these cleans tend to be quick and efficient when you perform them.

• • • •

"Hey, oh my gosh, where were you last night?" The text comes in as you're hauling the cleaning supplies to Fuse's room. It's early afternoon, you'll be done with this before it even begins to get dark.

"Hey, sorry, I had a special request. I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm cleaning Fuse's room now." You text back, hoping Sherry will meet you here and help wrap up even faster.

"OMW" The text comes in only moments after.

After a few minutes, you hear Fuse's door open. Sherry is a petite blonde woman in her early twenties. Despite her longer, curly hair, she is otherwise not too dissimilar looking from Wattson, her favorite Legend. They have a good relationship apparently, Wattson regularly jokingly adding "request for mon Sherry" to her requests, a play on "mon cherie" in French.

"I didn't see a request for Fuse to have his room cleaned, did you delete it from the system?" Sherry was always on-task.

"Oh, sorry, no, I kinda needed something to do." You look up from changing the bed sheets, "Do you mind giving me a hand?"

"Sure, but there are tons of requests you could have taken, why make one up?" She walks to the opposite side of the bed, nabs the sheet, and looks up, locking sights on your ID.

Her shock is immediate and silent. You notice that she has noticed.

"How did you get that..." She trails off, her head clearly running at max capacity with various theories.

"Revenant gave it to me." You answer blankly. "I don't know what to do."

Sherry stares, her expression becoming increasingly appalled and concerned.

"What... what happened last night? You didn't like... "earn" that, right? I mean, you didn't trade for it, did you?" Her expression grimaces further. "Does he even have the parts for that...?"

You suddenly realize what she's saying, and wave your hands to snap her attention.

"No! Nothing like that! He sees me so often he wanted a personal lackey instead." You see her expression soften for a moment before it snaps back.

"Then where were you last night?"

"Wha--?"

"You heard me, where were you then?"

You stare at the floor, unsure if you can lie so blatantly to her. She stares at you for a moment.

"One moment you're depressed, then next thing I know you're manic, then you disappear for a day and a half. Is this some kind of new suicide plot you have? Seduce a murder robot?" She seems genuinely worried.

"I promise it's not like that! I was exhausted! I accidentally fell asleep when I brought him water--"

"Why did nobody call the paramedics? If you passed out, you should have been given a health check! Why didn't that robot call anyone?" She genuinely cared about you, she was a good friend, through and through.

"Uh, well, I kinda slept in his bed."

Her face went from worry to one of shock and morbid concern. Her knees buckled for a moment and rectified themselves as she cartoon-ishly tried to process her thoughts.

"You see, I guess he's taken a liking to me, and he saw how tired I was, so--"

"So you slept with him just so you could get a break? You should have just asked for time off! You never take it! I would have given it to you!" She was clearly upset.

"It didn't happen like that!" She had a tendency to catastrophically think, so her mind was already five steps ahead of you in the worst possible timeline. If you could stop it now, hopefully it wouldn't continue.

"Wait, why are we changing Fuse's sheets? How many robots and people have you slept with?!" she dropped the sheets at a complete loss. Too late to stop her mental train, it was already off the rails and burning in a ditch.

"Sherry! Pay attention! I didn't do anything with anybody. I just passed out in Revenant's bed, and he decided not to kill me but promote me instead because he's Revenant and he does what he wants, even when it makes no sense to anybody. I didn't even see Fuse yesterday, I just figured I'd clean his room since both him and Revenant took a heck of a loss today." You didn't often get loud, so when you did it tended to garner attention.

Sherry sighed.

"Yeah, that sounds more like the truth than my insane theory." She rests her face in her palms for a moment. "So, uh, I guess you and Revenant are friends now?"

"Subordinate or lackey is probably a better term, but he actually is nice to me! Aside from all the threats..." You trail off, wondering if he means it or if he simply is keeping up his persona.

"Well, congratulations on becoming the homicidal robot's plaything?" She wasn't wrong. Actually, her term was probably more accurate. "Please don't get murdered. I didn't get you out of that homeless shelter just to deliver you into the hands of a bloodthirsty robot with a fascination for evisceration. I'll feel so bad if you die..." She trails off, catastrophic thoughts ablaze. "Just quit!" She perks up with her solution.

"He's not going to kill me, and if he does, it's not your fault. I'm choosing to do this."

She sighs, and starts making the bed with clean sheets, unsure of how to argue, or if the argument is worthwhile.

Sherry was the one you reached out to when you heard that you could work for the Apex Games in return for a bed, bathroom, food, and basic healthcare. She picked you up at the homeless shelter, and helped forge some fake credentials on your resumé at the time. She cleared you herself, pretending as if she never met you before and calling your previous "boss" who was actually just a very confused telemarketer, resulting in getting you the place and position you have now. You've always thought she's an upstanding person; her maternal instincts sometimes getting in the way of her letting people make their own choices freely though. She felt like an older sister to you.

"Please tell me you're at least getting paid. Without the tips from the other Legends, how are you going to keep saving up?" She asked weakly, finishing up by fluffing the pillows.

"Uh, well, I haven't asked yet... I actually meant to ask if I have a room still." You answered, a bit dumbfounded you hadn't considered that before.

"What?! Did you think this through at all?" She burst, but quickly softened, "Of course you still have a room, there should be a door in the back of every Legend's room with the same kind of bunks as we have. Those are for you special folks. It has a bathroom and everything."

"Ah, good, I kinda wish I could stay with you guys, but..."

"...but your new robot-boyfriend is calling you?" She breaks her melancholy with ruthless teasing, just like an older sister. "Yeah, I'll need the space for a new volunteer, definitely."

"I figured as much. Always running on short-handed here." You're a little relieved the choice is made for you.

"So, I'm guessing you now have all Revenant requests, now and forever?" She chuckles a bit. "You somehow take the biggest demotion and consider it a promotion. I can't believe you like dealing with that guy."

You banter back and fourth, finishing up Fuse's room. It'll be nice for him to come back to a clean room, especially considering how his match went that morning. Sherry promises to come around this part of the building more to keep an eye on you, swearing she will kick Revenant's ass if he does "whatever murder-bots do". You go your separate ways, laughing at each other's stupid quips.

• • • •

There is a door at the back of the room. Sherry was right. It is intentionally made to camouflage into the wall, as well as the scanner that opens it. You hold your ID up to it, hear the positive chirp, and the door slides open to reveal a nice small room and bathroom. It's a private bedroom embedded within Revenant's. The door now freely slides like a pocket door to open and close, apparently you only need to activate it once to get access. A nice little bed, a nice little dresser, and a nice little bathroom! It reminds you of a super tiny hotel room, everything is compact but still a notable step up from shared bunks. You breathe deeply, inhaling the smell of a fresh new room. You haul your duffel bag in and toss it into a little cubby under the mattress, and boom, you're moved in! So easy!

Revenant still isn't back yet though. You wonder how long it will take for his new chassis to activate and return here. You wish so badly to know how he is doing, but it is impossible to know. You grabbed some snacks from the kitchen alongside dinner with Sherry, so you have food to stress-binge on if necessary. You figure laying down for the night can't hurt. So you hit the lights in Revenant's room, leaving it to only be lit by the rising moonlight overhead through the skylight. You sneak into your little cubby of a room, flipping the lights off as you slide the door shut behind you. You don't have any skylight, in fact, your ceiling was about 6 feet or so shorter than his, making it much more average. Granted, his room is massive, but you are happy with your tiny private closet. It is so cool.

You fall back in the bed. Soft as can be. Same as his.

Sleep takes you very quickly.

• • • •

You wake up to an inhuman screeching. You jolt up, making yourself panic further as you check your surroundings and recall where you are. You're alone in the little bedroom, the screaming is from the other side of the door, in Revenant's main room. It echoes in a uncanny valley between human despair and mechanical detune. You leap out of bed and rush to open the door to see what is wrong.

The door slides open and you see Revenant, his mask and jaw tilting in opposite directions to replicate an open mouth, revealing a disturbingly black void where his mouth would be, no headscarf, howling in some kind of agony under the moonlight. It sounds so sad, so sorrowful. The pocket door clicks as it reaches its full open position, and Revenant's eyes lock on as soon as the sound is registered. His instincts are instantaneous. His howl slowly fades as he uses up what's left in his artificial lungs, his eyes never breaking from yours. The sorrow leaves him, his jaw slowly closes, and his stature returns for a moment.

"Are you okay?!" You ask him.

He hides is face and his body motions like a person who is sobbing for a few moments, but he doesn't. He couldn't even if he wanted. He regains himself quickly, walking up to you blankly.

"Hey, uh, are you oka--?"

"Keep me warm, skinsuit." His voice shakes as he pulls you into him in an embrace.

He is extremely cold, but his metal parts start to sap your body heat immediately. He is alive. He is new, but alive. You wrap your arms around his small abdomen, slipping under the pistons that hold up his large torso. You squeeze harder than you mean to, giving away that you are genuinely worried about him.

"I thought you left." He admits shakily, still not wholly able to hide his emotions. "I didn't..." He trails off. He places his hand on your head, messing with your hair a bit, until you gaze up at him. He looks down at you in the eye and you see something familiar. Disbelief. "You stayed."

You don't have words. Words mean nothing anyway in moments like this. You squeeze him tighter and he winces a little. You realize his abdomen is probably the least protected area of his body, and even you might be able to hurt him with the wrong touch. You lean forward and bury your face into it anyway, you're pretty sure you can feel a pouch through the leather skin that acts as a stomach receptacle, but you're not sure.

Revenant's body shakes a little like he cannot hold back tears, but as a simulacrum, he has none. You hear a sorrowful moan instead that is quickly stifled. Despite his persona, he has a very human personality.

"Come, keep me warm." He pulls you away for a moment so he can move again, then grabs your wrist and pulls you to the bed. The bed he never used. "It's easier with insulation." He rips the blanket off of it, wrapping it around you both in one sweeping movement, and sitting on the edge, pulling you down with him.

Your face flushes hot red. This is unlike him. He notices, and you swear you see a little bit of a pink glow on him too. He definitely had been flush during his stunt on live TV before joining the games. Insane to think they built that functionality into a mask. He grunts and breaks eye contact.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just cold." He pulls you into his lap before you can say anything in response. "I have an easier time cooling down with fans than I do heating up. I'd have to run really stressful code to do that and using you is so much easier."

He redirects you to face away from him, and as soon as you do he sucks you in as close to him as you can. You're practically inside of his giant, looming frame. His breath rattles a little in his artificial lung pumps. His hands grapple around your hands while holding the blanket taut, holding them in balled fists and trading his cold for your heat. His vocalizer sounds as if it's giving a deep growl, closer to a purr, almost too soft to be heard, but not quite.

His new chassis smells a little more like plastics, metal shavings, and leather than the previous one, which had been muddled with the scent of dirt, grass, and polish. It's so cold, he must have only just made it inside. You wonder how far he had to run to get back here.

His head lowers to rest his face into your shoulder. You rest your head back on his. For a moment, this creature is just the same as you. Human.

He stays there, humming and purring and enjoying the moment. His body is no longer cold at all, he is now reflecting your heat back at you and feels warm himself. You carefully turn your head and push your face into the side of his mask where his ears would be. His head perks up a little for a moment, just long enough to catch his dumbfounded expression and pinkening cheekbones before his face retreats into your shoulder again. He squeezes you close, grappling your fists as if to never let go.

You sit there for a while, until finally you feel his cooling fans click to life. He lifts his head off your shoulder.

"Thank you." He says as he releases you. He looks away, clearly trying to hide from your gaze. You don't get up. You keep staring in his direction, hoping he will give in and turn to you. But you are both stubborn.

After a long while, you stand up in surrender, but place your hand on his unclothed head, petting it once, just for good measure. His hand rises to cover his face.

"Please go back to bed, I'm sorry for scaring you." He says in an abnormally low baritone, trying to hide himself further.

You surrender. It isn't worth prying away his façade when he isn't ready. He had already shown different colors than he did most of the time. This was scary, but in an unexplored territory sort of way. You weren't giving this exploration up after a single expedition. So it is best to rest up and not overextend.

You retreat into your little closet of a room, sliding the door gently shut. The moment it shuts completely, you hear Revenant move around rapidly. He's normally so silent. You recline into your bed, happy to be as warm as you are. You fall asleep almost instantly.

• • • •

You wake up, no idea what time it is. The room doesn't have a clock, maybe a bit of an oversight on the decorator's part. You get up, lurk over to the bathroom, and start performing your daily routine. Brush the teeth immediately, get the gross overnight flavor out of it. Strip and shower, thankfully there are already towels in the bathroom. Brush your hair while still damp after trying to get it as dry as possible with your towel. Deodorant. Grab your clothes. You put on something a bit nicer than yesterday. Finally, you're ready for whatever.

You waltz over, and knock on the door to make sure he won't be startled.

Instead, you hear a surprised grunt, scraping metal, and hushed curses against the door. You quickly go to open it, thinking he may be hurt, but the door is locked. You hesitate, dumbfounded. The Legends can lock people in like prisoners if they want to. Your attention snaps back as you hear the lock disengage, and the door flies open before you can move it. Revenant faces you, somehow looking a little disheveled.

"Were you outside my door the entire night...?" You ask, still fairly shocked.

"Doesn't matter." He absolutely was. He spoke hurriedly, potentially a little embarrassed. But he recovers his slow speaking pace quickly. "I should have just let myself in, I feel like I missed a great episode. Do you know what you said last night? Some pretty exciting gibberish."

"So you were against the door all night."

"Dammit, skinsuit!" He throws his arms up and turns away from you, towering over the doorway too short for him to enter comfortably. "You should have just slept out here. You know I get bored."

"I didn't think you wanted me to, you acted like you didn't."

"Well, I didn't really care!" He cared immensely, apparently. "I just needed something entertaining to keep my mind off yesterday." He crossed his arms, and began to meander over to the computer desk.

"I'm sorry, I wish you had told me."

"I was in a bad mood, just forget about it. It's fine." He tapped away at the computer, letting out a depressed sigh. "That scene from yesterday has all of Loba's fans riled up. They're posting it everywhere." He covers his face with his hands for a moment, motioning in embarrassment. "I can't believe I let that happen. I would have been better off letting Caustic gas me earlier."

"You were outnumbered, you did the best--"

"I'm getting my damn scarf back." He refused your comforting words, flinging himself to his feet and trudging out the door in a huff. You go to follow, but he whirls around, pointing straight to you, locking you in a glare. "You stay away from Loba, understand?"

He pauses, waiting to hear your reply.

"Uh, okay, I'll try to stay away from her."

While not an entirely satisfactory answer, Revenant whips back and disappears from sight. You sigh aloud. If those two have some kind of long-running hatred for each other, it would probably be best if you didn't get in the middle of it.

You peer over to the computer. He's right, Loba standing over his dead chassis holding up the scarf is everywhere. Loba fans are absolutely enamored by the triumphant image. Revenant fans openly mourn, swearing revenge. Loba and Bangalore apparently took the win, finally fighting down the second place team of Wattson and Rampart. Sherry will be miffed that Wattson had the spotlight and win taken from her. Although, now knowing you're on team Revenant, she probably will spare you any of her rants.

You stare at the image. It makes you overwhelmingly sad. Right before that snapshot was taken, Revenant was in unspeakable pain. The scream you heard on the broadcast echos in your head. It was one born of pain: strong, violent, and sharp until the static began to overwhelm it. The screeches you woke up to last night were not the same. They were mournful: hollow, airy, and almost melodic in their melancholy. Revenant can feel great pain, but clearly has some kind of appreciation for warmth and a kindly embrace. Why didn't others see that? Why does he have to suffer so much more, just because he is a simulacrum?

You close the browser. It messes with you. The imagery makes you upset. You feel you might vomit again if you're not careful.

You're snap back to attention at a commotion outside in the hallway. You peer out in the general direction of the other Legends' rooms.

"Fuck. You." Revenant's voice is so low it could rattle someone's bones. Fuse is standing in front of him, but Revenant is speaking beyond him to Loba, holding the scarf.

"It's my trophy. I'm a master thief, I don't just give things back." Loba proudly holds it in front of her face.

Fuse tries to keep Revenant at a fair distance from her, but Loba is standing her ground, completely unafraid.

"Woah now, come on, we don't need to settle this here and now." Fuse is attempting to keep the peace.

Revenant's growls can be heard from down the hallway, a number of volunteers have stopped to avoid getting too close, and a couple Legends are peering out their doors. The extra attention is displeasing to Revenant.

"Fine, but you will regret this." He starts to back off, prepared to fight another day, but Loba is relentless.

"Not if you want anything from me. Including that source code." Only now is she content to click her heels and turn away, Revenant suddenly looking like he lost the fight.

"Geeze, mate, do you really have to be so aggressive all the time?" Fuse gasps in a sigh of relief, addressing Revenant. "And I think I come on strong--you're a whole 'nother level!" He is already beaming a smile from under his moustache again, chuckling at his own joke.

Revenant shoots him a scowl for a moment, then turns back to you and begins to come back to the room, scarfless.

Fuse keeps pace with him as you retreat back inside, not sure if you should stay out of their way or not. You instinctively dive in behind the bed, staying low as not to be seen. You hear them come around the corner.

"Wait a minute, mate, I wanted to apologize." Revenant is already in the room, turning around to face Fuse who is standing in the doorway. You stay hidden behind the bed, nearly on the floor, listening in on their conversation. "That wasn't my best work out there yesterday. I feel like if I had been there, maybe you wouldn't have, uh..." He trailed off, his point was clear. "Listen, I'll talk to her, see if I can get 'yer scarf back. I don't want there to be any hard feelings."

Revenant's breathing pattern and low growl sounds like he is about to explode, and Fuse knows it too.

"Oh hey! They cleaned your room too!" His diffuses can be surprisingly effective. "Heh, I didn't even ask and apparently they decided to be like mum and make sure it got done whether I liked it or not."

Revenant hadn't actually noticed until now. He turns to look into the room. He peers across the way, seeing the bathroom mirror is reflective again.

"You're right." He sounds surprised. You swear you can hear another sigh of relief from Fuse now that the anger is gone.

"I was told it was that runner who seems to have a bit of a thing for 'ya did it. Seen 'em around lately?" Fuse asked. "I like to tip everyone, they do such a great job and they're not getting paid."

Revenant ignores him, walking into the middle of the room, peering around. To your recollection, he had never asked for his room to be cleaned as long as you have been volunteering. His room was very dusty. Now light is shining through all the windows, the television is clear, the bed sheets fresh, the carpet vacuumed...

"Yeah, where are they?" Revenant finally asks aloud. Is that your invitation to reveal yourself?

"Um, hi, sorry." You slowly pull yourself up from the floor, revealing your truly mediocre hiding spot.

Fuse gives a surprised stare, clearly catching a glimpse of your red badge, then laughs it off.

"You picked a cute one, didn't 'cha Rev?"

Revenant turns to face him in an absolute fury.

"Listen, I'm just telling ya to play nice." Revenant gets in Fuse's face immediately, but Fuse doesn't budge and meets him eye-to-eye for his next words. "You seem pretty defensive of 'em. Keep it that way."

Those words take Revenant aback just long enough for Fuse to break away and waltz up to you.

"Cheers, thanks for bein' my mum for me." He hands you enough money for a month of groceries, so generous!

"Thank you! That's very kind of you!" You chirp back, very happy to have more for your savings. Revenant seems shocked by the genuine joy in your voice.

As Fuse walks by Revenant to leave, you hear a short exchange:

"I'll try to get the scarf. Don't go killing anybody, and I didn't see anything out of the ordinary." Fuse murmurs.

"...thanks." Revenant sounds genuine.

Fuse gives him a side-hug on the way out, Revenant leaning away to escape it, but failing. Fuse laughs at Revenant's bashfulness. Getting a thanks from Revenant is a miracle unto itself, worthy of such a small celebration. Fuse is a genuinely good person. He is universally loved by the volunteers for his generosity and positivity. A lot of people have crushes on him, and you can understand why. One swift set of finger guns at each of you and Fuse is gone out the door, closing it behind himself.

"He's nice!" You say very matter-of-factly to Revenant.

"Sure, whatever you say, little skinsuit." He mumbles, seeming a bit exhausted by all the exchanges this morning. "What did he give you?"

"Money!" You hold out quite the wad of cash. Revenant chuckles a little under his breath at your happiness.

"What are you saving up for, anyway?"

"Well, for when this gig ends, I guess." You think aloud. "I just never want to be homeless again."

"Homeless?" Revenant looks at you with concern, "You were homeless before the Games?"

"Yeah, it's terrible out there..." You trail off your own words a bit sadly, but in seeing his concern for you, you decide to end on a high note. "With everything I save, I'll make sure I always have enough to live off of, and with the experience I'll have an easier time finding a job."

"Would it help if I paid you?" Revenant asks, plainly.

"Well, yes, but you don't need to."

"You should have told me." He almost whispers. He sounds a little sorrowful again.

You walk up and give him a quick hug.

"Sorry, I didn't know you would want to."

"If you keep getting too close to me, one of these days you're going to end up in a body bag." He sneers, trying to regain his vicious demeanor.

"Sorry, just keeping you warm, boss!" You play along, for now. You release him. "I have to actually get some food, go by the medical ward for some medicine, and then I need to leave the facility to pick up some new clothes. Do you need anything?"

Revenant stares for a moment.

"I'll be here when you return, bring me something alcoholic though." He answers, studying your eyes.

"Yes sir!" You rush out the door.

• • • •

When you return in the evening, you find Revenant's chassis laying like a corpse on the bed, his headscarf back on his head. His eyes are glowing dimly, staring at the ceiling with little interest.

"Oh hey." You address him.

"Oh, hey." He addresses you back, but slower. He keeps his eyes on the ceiling.

"You okay? You got your scarf back." You acknowledge, hoping he will perk up.

"Yeah." He sounds... depressed?

You put the bag of medicine on his computer desk, along with your bag of new clothes. You walk over with the remaining bag, which has the largest bottles of rum, whisky, and vodka the store sells. It is heavy and expensive, so you carefully place it on the end table next to his bed.

"I got you a ton of alcohol. It was kinda expensive, I'll probably need to be paid back." You carefully request, unsure how he will react. He gives you a thumbs up before his arm collapses onto the bed again. "What happened while I was gone?"

"Nothing much, I just got my scarf back." He sighs.

"Well, how did you get it?"

He moans audibly.

"Fuse got Mirage and Caustic to help him. Apparently it was an absolute mess. Mirage had to make tons of fakes to play keep away with my scarf, and Caustic gassed Loba's room with... zinc chlorides...? Something like that. It set off the fire alarms, everyone had to evacuate--"

"You didn't evacuate, did you?"

"Absolutely not. Anyways, in the chaos my scarf somehow ended up with Artur and Bloodhound."

"Oh geeze, what happened then?"

"They cleaned it, brought it to me, and gave it to me folded up neatly."

"Oh. Well... that last part isn't so bad."

"They were kind." His eyes tightened with discomfort, "And they left me with this." He holds up a single crow feather, perfectly dainty and undamaged.

"Aw, Artur!" You chirped; Artur was the sweetest bird you have met, not that you have met many.

Revenant sat up suddenly, his eyes getting bright again.

"Why would they do that?" He studied the feather in his hands, like he is completely bewildered with the concept of kindness. "They didn't owe me anything." He puts the feather down in front of him on the bed, pulling his hands up to hold his scarf in his grip on the two sides of his head. "They don't owe me this."

"Are you alright? You seem to not want to accept that Bloodhound is a nice person." You wanted to feed him the answer inside the question.

He stays silent for a while, taking the feather and handing it to you.

"Artur said this was for you, specifically."

"Wait, what do you me--"

"It's Bloodhound. It's in their name." He sighs, as you recognize concern in his tone, "They know who you are, they know you're here, and they recognized your scent on me." He lays down on his back, exasperated. "I can't let more people know." You hold Artur's feather, twirling it in your fingers. "They can't know. I am not like this." He seems genuinely upset.

"You seem cold." You prompted.

"I am very cold." He responds, overanalyzing each word for their deeper meaning.

"Do you want to be warm?" You put the feather down next to the bag of alcohol.

He pauses to sit back up before answering.

"Yes, but I can never let any of them know that." He answers plainly, but seriously.

You sit down next to him and are quickly grabbed and enveloped in his cold body, pulling you deeper onto the bed and directly under him. He almost instantly rests his head on your shoulder. His breath slows to a relaxed pace, rattling a little in his chest. His vocalizer hums at a low purr, and he moves his hands to feel your pulse, one at your chest and one to your jugular. He presses in, studying your inherent tick.

The television is on in front of you, but you haven't noticed it until now. The commentators are going over the edits of the "Loba the Scalper" image they found on social media, having nothing more important to talk about before the upcoming trios match. Revenant sighs a bit in your ear, still clearly bothered by his very public execution. You wrap your arms behind you to hug his waist. He holds you tighter for a moment, clearly understanding your intent is to comfort him.

You begin to massage the leather and the mechanisms underneath, unsure of how he will react; but he almost instantly squeezes you again, endorsing your idea. As you work into his back, his eyes dim and his breath quickens and deepens at strange intervals, relating to each long, deep stroke you perform. He slowly but surely relaxes his grip on you, potentially not realizing it. His mask digs into your shoulder, possibly trying to stifle his abnormal breathing. You keep at it for a few minutes, revelling in how sensitive his chassis is. Simulacrums were truly amazing.

Revenant's body melts under your touch, his chassis making odd movements clearly out of pure enjoyment. He's completely warm now, actually turning a bit hot as his code runs trying to keep up with your inputs. You worry that perhaps his circuits are being stressed too hard, but he also seems to be enjoying it so much.

He suddenly seems to shut down. His eyes go black, his weight falls on your shoulders, and his arms dislocate and slump out of his shoulder armor. You struggle to hold up his weight, his torso must be nearly two hundred pounds alone. No wonder he needs pistons to hold it up with his skinny waist.

He roars back to life, literally growling like a beast. His hands open and stretch like talons, the tips sharpening into claws. His legs cross in front of you, and his arms cross in front of you, and they pull you up against him in a nearly-crushing manner. His talons press into your flesh where they land, causing you a minor amount of pain. More concerningly, his jaw pulls open and he immediately goes as if to bite you, pushing your neck into the void of his mouth. He doesn't bite down though. His eyes are needle-thin, and brightened to a nearly red color. You gasp for breath in complete shock.

"You're mine!-Mine!-Mine!" His vocals are skipping as his hoarse, aggressive voice practically screams. "You belong to me!" He falls silent for a few moments. His shoulders refit themselves into their sockets as he slowly relaxes and retracts his claws from you. His softer voice returns. "Mine..." he calmly finishes. His jaw removes itself from your neck and closes. "I'm sorry. Emotions load faster than logic. It's hard to control myself after a reboot."

You had been holding your breath, and finally exhale and inhale, feeling faint with fear and deoxygenated blood. You slump back in his grip, putting your hands on your diaphragm to steady your breathing. You let yourself completely melt onto the bed, allowing yourself to look up at his face, gazing down at you.

"So, that's how you really feel then?" You pant, still catching your breath.

"Only a bit." He tries to comfort you, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to scare you. Being a simulacrum is complicated. Even more complicated if you don't learn humanity while you're still human." He looks away, apparently not necessarily sure what he is missing in himself. "But I cannot deny there is truth in that emotion."

"It sounds like 'if I can't have you, nobody can' isn't off the table yet." You are slowly catching your breath.

"I would be very upset. I don't handle being upset well." His words are foreboding, but you're unsure if he is uncertain himself or trying to hide the truth. You want to sleep; you feel like you're going to have a heart attack. He squeezes your hands, noticing your weariness. "Sleep out here tonight."

You give him a weak thumbs up, fully expecting to just sleep right where you are. Revenant releases your hands, throws a blanket over you, and pulls you by your torso into a better sleeping position, up against a pillow. You throw out another thumbs up in approval. He snickers in response.

"I'm getting drunk. So sick of today. I'm going to create a scene so gruesome next game that everyone forgets about this little fiasco." He grumbles. You hear him cork something as you drift to sleep. "Have a good night, little skinsuit." Sleep was taking you rapidly.

"Thank you for the warmth." is the last thing you hear.

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