#READY TO BE APPROACHED BUT MY LIMIT IS THREE DAYS AFTER THAT...NO

[kaysungshine]

𝓛𝓸𝓯𝓲 𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 ♡

{ Pairing } - Producer.bf!Jisung x afab.gf!reader

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/f/d(dark)*, PWP, established relationship

{ Synopsis } - Your boyfriend doesn't know any other method of stress relief, other than creating music. He can get so consumed by it, it can become the stressor. So you decide to present him with a new method. That's how you found yourself walking down the street in nothing but lingerie and a long coat.

{ WC } - 2.9k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, *forced orgasm/slight dubcon if you squint, everything is consensual but there is begging for more when reader might be at her limit so that's why I'm including dubcon (for those who may find it triggering)*, use of pet names (baby, angel, mine, my love, good girl & Ji), very lowkey needy/soft dom & romantic sub dynamic, worshipping reader, oral (f. recieving), squirting, overstimulation, unprotected piv (do as I say & not as I write, pee after sex too!), creampie, cum feeding & eating, fingers in mouth, pussy worship, I may just have gotten carried away with oral fixations okay? FORGIVE ME.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I originally was going to post a Hyunjin oneshot next, but I wanted to finish this one in time for Jiji's birthday! It's 2 am on the 14th where I am heheh. Hopefully you all like it. Han producing music will always be hot asf for me personally lmao. Barely proofread.

The air was cool, seeping underneath your long wool coat. In any other circumstance, on a late fall night, the coat would be enough to keep the chill out. Today however, it wouldn't. But you still kept walking, determined to make it to Jisungs studio. 

You focused on the clicking of the heels on the boots you wore. And the sound of the wind picking up, signalling a blustery night ahead. The small sounds calm your nerves. 

You were anxious about Jisung's reaction, he was in one of his moods again. You understand, you truly do. Juggling everything he has to on his plate, it was no easy feat. There were times he'd just let that dark veil take over, and shut everyone out without even meaning to. 

You knew he was in that state again when you hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. It wasn't for lack of effort on your end either. Every phone call sent to voicemail, every text sent by you was met with the same response;

'At the studio, I'll text you after, angel'.

You knew it was time for intervention when Chan texted you that he was only coming home, at 2 in the morning no less, to shower and change. No eating, no resting, just back to the studio afterwards.

This had happened twice before in the almost year you've been dating. Each time you remember talking with him afterwards, he always said the same thing;

'making music is my stress relief.'

That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is also a workaholic. One who easily gets lost in the creative space he has built a career off of. And once that diligence sets in, it's hard to shake off. 

So here you are, ready to try a new approach. Ready to offer a new kind of relief. An alternative. 

You and Jisungs sex life was far from boring. Far from infrequent, you'd say too. But it surely was more... monotonous. You'd never complain about it, and neither would he. There was nothing wrong with it. It just happened at the 'perfect' times in your relationship. 

Before bed, after date nights, on monthly anniversaries, to express massive amounts of love, etc. 

It was never to celebrate happiness, calm anger, or comfort sadness. Never to relieve stress. 

You were determined to change that. There was no reason you could not help him in any way you could. And in this aspect, you knew you could. 

Still, you were nervous. This would be new, he never did well with new. 

Your footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind in your ears. Until you pressed your badge against the card reader, listening to the beeps, to the gears unlock. 

Once inside the lobby, the clinking of your heels against the vinyl tile filled your ears. Each step matches the thumping in your heart, you find yourself speed walking.

 You smiled and gave a little wave to the staff in the lobby, and they returned it. 

In the elevator, the sound of its melodic music filled your ears next. The whirring background noise the machinery made, stopped, as you reached your desired floor. 

There was silence when you stepped off. The flooring is carpeted now, and soundproof rooms lined the hallway leaving the night quiet. 

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door you knew was your boyfriend's. It was unlocked, thankfully. 

You let yourself in, seeing the silhouette of your boyfriends back facing the door in the blue lighting. 

He was all about ambiance in this facet of life, having LED's lining the ceiling. The only source of light in the room, besides the glowing screens of his monitors. 

He was sat in his chair, headphones on, hood up, head nodding in tandem with his fingers tapping. 

You took the opportunity to slide your boots off. Opting to keep your coat on, you brushed your hair over one shoulder. You took your badge from around your neck, and tossed it on the leather couch that was against the wall. 

Padding your way over to him, you place your hand on his shoulder lightly. He tenses under your touch, and turns his head. He's frowning when he first faces you, eyebrow furrowed together. 

When he sees you though, he softens. The corners of his mouth slightly upturning to a small smile. 

"Baby..." He whispers, sliding his head phones off. Soft lofi music is filling the room from them. 

He grabs your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He's pressing soft kisses to your palm, and placing it on his cheek. 

"It's late my angel, why are you here?" He says in a husky voice with more volume. 

Your heart flutters at his gentleness, and you bend down to press your own lips to the top of his head. A musky, yet spicy vanilla scent fills your nostrils. His scent. 

"I'm here to help you baby." You murmur to him softly. 

That caught his attention. He fully swivelled around to face you, taking both of your hands in his. He gazed up into your eyes, a curious look on his face. 

You smiled down on him, feeling nothing but love for this man. You'd relax him in any way you can. You placed a hand on each side of his face, bending down again. No more words were said as you kissed him. As your hands slid down his neck, his found themselves on yours, pulling you closer to him. Matching your eagerness.

You let your hands fully slide off him, and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your trembling fingers were working the buttons on your coat. One by one, releasing the fabric from your bare skin. 

You stood up, letting the coat fall from your shoulders.

Jisung lets out a soft gasp, and licks his lips. 

Exposed to him, was his favorite lingerie you owned. It was a bra and panty set, satin and lace. Revealing. 

All white. 

Your boyfriends favorite part. He always said that the contrast against your melanated skin was a work of art. He joked about commissioning Hyunjin, if he didn't have to see you essentially naked.

So here you stood before him, presenting yourself to him. Silently willing him to do as he pleases. To take your body and use you to decompress. You were too nervous to say it.

He traces the swell of your breast with a finger, curving around the delicate lace. It's a simple touch, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps blooming on your skin. 

"So sexy." He mumbles, eyes roving your whole body. 

He stands up, kissing you desperately, and walking you back to the couch. Your knees hit the back of it, and you're forced to sit. Lips ripping away from his, panting at the desire in his eyes. 

All your nerves were gone. New or not, it would never change the fact that Jisung craved you as much as you craved him. 

He held himself up with his hands on the back of the couch, and hovered above you for a moment looking you in the eyes. 

Then he was sinking to the ground, on his knees, between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs, making them pliant with soft kisses, before he spreads them open. Your pussy is glistening behind the lace, and he licks his lips again. 

His hand glides from your thigh, to your heat. Thumb brushing against that sensitive bud, the friction eliciting a whine from you. 

His eyes snap up to you, and he holds your gaze as his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core. The tip of it flicking deliciously against your sensitive clit. 

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste of you, "All for me?"

You moan at his tongue swiping against you again, and again, "All for you, my love." 

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, and he peels them off you. He's whimpering, watching as strings of your arousal stick to them. The cool air is hitting your sex, before puffs of hot air from his mouth is. And you're shivering again at the sensation. 

A gasp escapes you when his tongue slides between your folds. Lapping up your juices, and suckling at that bundle of nerves. You listen to the wet sounds his mouth is making against you, along with the broken melody coming from his head set. You get lost in it. 

Your hand finds his hair, and you're grinding against his mouth. He's whimpering and moaning with you, one hand palming at his bulge. The other has fingers teasing your entrance. 

You let out a loud moan when two fingers push into you, and your grasp on his hair loosens. He takes the opportunity to get air, panting, mouth hanging open. His cheeks, chin and lips all shine in the dull blue light. 

His fingers continue to pump into you as he watches your face contort for him. He's smiling with lidded eyes, basking in the fact that he's making you feel so good. 

"Ji..." You moan, needing more.

"My beautiful baby, let me worship you a little longer." And he's diving back down.

His tongue focuses on your clit, and fingers coaxing that gummy spot inside you. He's pulling moan after moan from you, making out with your lower lips, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs start trembling around his head, and he has to grip the fleshy part of one of them to stop you from squeezing him before he's finished. 

You're spilling over the edge, body alight and your release coating his fingers, and face. He's lapping up every little bit, determined to taste your pleasure on his tongue. Only when you start to whine from constant overstimulation does he stop. 

He's kissing his way up to your lips, leaving a wet trail behind him that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. 

You're not sure when he managed to discard his pants and boxers, but you feel his hard, bare length pressing against your inner thigh. 

He's rubbing his member against your pussy now, letting your slick and his saliva cover him. Kissing your neck as he's rocking against you, he whispers, "Angel, do you have another one for me?"

Of course you did, you knew you did. You needed to feel him, you needed to please him. So you started nodding fervently, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he sucked lightly near your ear and jaw. 

He had a grasp of his cock now, dragging the head through your folds with added pressure. Each squelch of your juices sounds like music to your ears, anticipation building in your body.

"'Gonna make you feel s'good." He's whining into your neck. 

He has your legs around him now, as he fills you slowly, both of you savoring the sensations it brings. Your pussy spasms around him, and it has him grunting. 

"Always feel so good squeezin' me..." He mumbled, letting you adjust, "...exactly what I needed..." 

Then he was pumping into you, and you felt it. All the frustrations he was holding onto, all the stress, all the vexation. He was translating it into the energy he used to pleasure you. Letting go of it all. 

You couldn't hear the soft lofi music coming from his head set anymore, instead the slapping of skin and heavy breathing mixed with moans were filling the room. You'd never be more thankful for a soundproof space. Neither of you were holding back. 

Your moans only being interrupted by quiet curses, and his being peppered in between praises of how good you feel for him. He made it known he was chasing your high before his, begging you to cum for him. 

"Please angel," he whispers against your lips, "need to feel you cumming on my cock."

His pace became quicker as he kissed you, and his hand slithered down to play with your clit. Your back arched off the couch at that, angling him deeper inside you. He groaned, and his thrusts faltered for a second indicating he was close. 

Regardless he was determined to finish you, and his tone grew more demanding, "Be a good girl... cum for me, angel."

And that was all your body and mind needed to let go, legs locking around him and body shaking. Your hands slid under his hoodie, and nails dug into his back. It was the kind of intense orgasm, that your moan got stuck in your throat, instead a rough growl coming out. 

You sounded absolutely feral for him, and you were. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, a slew of curses leaving his mouth as his hips stuttered. With a final harsh thrust, he cums deep inside you. All of the negativity has dispersed from his body, and he collapsed back to his knees. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. You jolt when you feel his fingers in your folds, over sensitivity taking over yet again. He's spreading you open, hypnotized by the way his cum is drooling out of you. 

"So perfect, fuck." He says as he drags his finger through it. 

He's bringing it up to your lips, and your mouth opens instinctively. You're sucking his finger into your mouth, his essence salty but familiar on your tongue. 

His eyes are locked to yours as you work his finger, licking it clean. He slips a second finger in your mouth, letting you cover them in your saliva before he dips back down for a taste himself. 

You're whining around his fingers when his tongue glides against your clit, and your hips try to retract into the couch. Quickly, he has both hands on your hips, securing you in place so he can continue tasting you. 

"We taste so good together, my love..." He's mumbling against you. 

His words will never fail to coax submission out of you.

Your hand flies back to his hair, as good as it feels you're trying to pull him away. He's just burying his face deeper, tongue dipping into your entrance to make sure he's tasting everything. 

"Ji... s'too much... I can't-" You're pleading, even though you feel yourself succumbing to the overwhelming brushes of his tongue.

He hisses when you finally succeed in pulling him off you, "Please angel," He's begging again, "Just one more. I know you have one more for me." 

"Fuck, Ji, I-" 

He silences you with his tongue flat against you, another lick up to your clit "Please, need to hear you cumming one more time for me." He whines and starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy. 

You always knew he was more of a giver. That even though it was you who had cum twice, and he only once. He preferred it that way. Even if he was the one needing the release more, he thrived more on your pleasure.

"Just be gentl-" You try to say, but cut yourself off with a groan. 

He's eagerly slurping at your core. Lost in the moment, all he has is your pussy on his mind now. Messily licking and lapping at every inch. He's shaking his head and moaning into it, keeping you pinned in place by your hips. 

You feel another orgasm starting to build quickly, clenching around nothing. He risks you bucking your hips roughly into his face, and takes a hand off your hip. He's pushing two fingers into you yet again, and you're seeing stars. 

His fingers curl, and his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly. You feel your release slip away from you, and your cumming on his face again. Yelling his name. He only grows more determined.

He leans back so he can watch the beautiful, writhing, mess he reduced you to. The thumb of his other hand is replacing his mouth, continuously flicking your bud. He doesn't slow his movements as you ride out your orgasm, instead picking them up. 

Your world turns white, and you feel yourself squirt on his hands. He's watching you in awe, whispering more praise for you as your juices spray over him. 

"So fucking sexy, my good girl."

"That's it, let go for me, let it all go."

"Knew you had one more in you, all for me."

"My perfect angel."

It's when you start to slip into that floaty space that he finally stops. He doesn't want you too gone, he's limited in the care he can provide here.

He's positioning you to lay on the couch, and he's laying behind you. You're both wet and sticky, and heaving for air. Yet, it's blissful. 

You lay there for what could've been minutes or an hour, you weren't sure. You were content in each other's touch. Your arm reaches back to caress his head, fingers combing through his hair. He's humming. 

"I love you." You finally murmur. 

"I love you more, angel. Thank you for this." He says, and kisses your shoulder. 

"You caught on quickly to my idea." You giggled.

He laughed with you, "I caught on halfway through it, actually. I was just beside myself with desire for you." 

You blushed at that, and you were thankful he couldn't see it. 

"I mean you showed up in my favorite set..." He whispers and starts toying with the lace on your bra, his finger slipping underneath to flick your nipple, "In ONLY my favorite set. How could I not show you how much I admire you." 

You felt his length harden against you again, and he rolled his hips slowly as he gripped your hip. 

You knew the night was far from over. 

As for how you were both going to escape and clean up? Well that was a problem for future you. 

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I'm always over the moon (Lando Norris)

A look into your and Lando's little life moments

Note: english is not my first language. It's fluffy, so you know I pratically melted (and am now feeling single in about seventeen different levels)✨️

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Tw: mentions accident drop of a glass and possibility of injury

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Today's training session was particularly hard, Jon having Lando run a considerable amount of kilometres more than the usual distance followed by a weights session. By the time he was finished his cryotherapy session, he was more than ready to go home and snuggle up to you in the sofa.

Setting his keys on the little bowl by the door, Lando left his shoes on the coat cabinet by the door before walking to the ensuite bathroom where he heard noise from.

"I'm home, baby", he said, crossing the corner and resting his body on the side of the door, watching you rub product on your face.

"Hey, Lan", you smiled at him through the mirror, putting the lid on the pot you were using and storing it away.

Approaching him, you laced your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the curls ay the nape of his neck, "how was your session?", you wondered before kissing his lips.

"It was a killer, Jon set out to push me to the limit today", he hummed, hands finding your waist and holding your body close to his, "and you?", he checked.

"I worked all day, finally finished the prototypes for the next Quadrant campaign, then I worked out and I was just finishing my shower when you arrived", you added.

"I should've come home earlier, I could have joined you in there", he smirked, lowering his head to your neck and kissing the skin softly, earning your giggles as you squirmed.

"You're tickling me", you smiled, curling yourself closer against him, "but it's alright, baby, we'll do it another time".

When you separated yourself from his slightly, Lando noticed what you were wearing, "ugh, baby, I don't know what would be better, getting home when you were in the shower or this", he complimented.

"What do you mean?", you scrunched your eyebrows, looking down at your outfit. Because you had moisturised your whole body, from head to toe, after your workout, you decided to put on your tiny pyjamas shorts and one of Lando's t-shirts, the bottom piece fitting your thighs loosely while his t-shirt fit snug on your hips and chest, the fabric leaving little to the imagination. Even though he knew everything it kept away, he loved the way your curvilinear body looked in his t-shirt.

"I love it when you wear my clothes, they look so good on you, too god even", he nibbled on your ear lobe, hands tapping your thighs so you knew to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

"I thought you were too tired, baby", you brushed the curls away from his eyes, "I am, but that doesn't mean I won't spend the evening glued to you", he winked, carrying you to the sofa in the living room, laying you both down and wrapping you both in a blanket.

"Can't have you feeling cold, baby", he mumbled, fixing the blanket before his hand travelled under the t-shirt and settled on your tummy, making you hum in content, "I love you, baby", you cooed.

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"Alright, let's get to work!", Lando clapped after setting the last box on the living room floor.

When you moved all of the things you wanted to Monaco, Lando insisted you should bring your favourite books, reasoning that the apartment should also have some of your things instead of just his helmets for decoration. So, three boxes were shipped with your favourite book collections and stand alones and, you and Lando took the afternoon to organise them.

"I get this can be boring for you, Lan, I can do it myself if you want to go stream or just game", you added, kissing his cheek lovingly.

"Absolutely not, baby, I want to help you! So, how do you want this?", he asked as he looked at what was in the boxes, "do you want to do this by colour? Genre? Date? The ones you've read and the ones you haven't read yet", he suggested.

"We can go a bit with the colour schemes you already have with the helmets", you tried, looking over at the colour palette the books made up.

Wiping the shelves one last time, you sat on the floor and handed the books over to your boyfriend, guiding him through the order and way you wanted to display them.

"Oh, I remember this one - I read it to you the first time I spent the night at your place! You didn't want to seem weird and admit you needed to read a little before going to bed and thought you could go without it for one night!", he smiled at the memory, "Little did you know that it was another one of the things that attracted me to you and I was more than happy to read to you", he winked, leaving you flustered as you handed him the next book, "very smooth, Mr. Norris", you blushed.

"I like to keep you on your toes", he chuckled, "next, there's room for that big collection there", he pointed to the eight books that shared the same design, "might be a tight squeeze, but I think it's fine", he muttered as you handed him the books.

By the time you finished, the living room looked like a good mixture of you and Lando. The books added a pop of colour and softer tone along with the new picture frames you scattered.

"It looks great", Lando said, pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "our home is coming together nicely", he kissed the side of your head.

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"They can spend the day, of course I don't mind", you smiled as you out the cutlery away in the drawer.

"It's your home too, baby, just wanted to make sure you're fine with it", Lando reasoned as he wiped the counter.

It was still weird to refer to the apartment as your home, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Closing the door and moving to the cups drying on the counter, you grabbed a tea towell and started drying them before setting them in the cupboard.

"I'll make sure to not make too much noise, or I can go and work at the café down the street, it's - shoot!", you cursed as the glass slipped from your hold, falling on the floor and shattering into little pieces.

"Careful, darling, you might hurt yourself more", Lando urged, stretching his arms and helping you stand where there were no glass shards.

"I'm sorry, I thought the towell wasn't that slippery", you said as Lando scanned your hands for any cuts or injuries, moving to your feet and ankles.

"It's okay, baby, I don't care about the glass, I care about you", he kissed your fingers, "there's a little graze here", he pointed to the small nick on your skin, "go wash it off while gather these", he kissed your cheek and looked for the broom.

Making sure he had sweeped all of it and then passing the vacuum cleaner just to make sure, Lando finished putting the glasses away as you stood by the door, "it's fine,Y/N, we'll go to IKEA and get a new one", he conforted, "now, are we ready for bed?", he wondered as he held your hand as you walked to the bedroom.

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"My shoulders are killing me, I think I slept funny", you mumbled, trying to find a good position against the office chair, Lando's look questioning your movements.

"Are you in pain? You should've said something", he tutted, hands coming to rub the muscles along your shoulders and neck as Ria went over the latest filming plans.

"Y/N, are you okay, girl?", Ria asked, concerned at the faces you were pulling, "are you sure he's helping you rather than making it worse?", she teased.

"Hey!", Lando yelled, "I'm trying to be a great boyfriend, making sure she's feeling well and taken care of! I think that's jealousy", he smirked, poking his tongue out at her.

"It's feeling good, handsome, especially right there", you groaned, earning a whistle from Max.

"If you guys need a room, I'm sure they can find something relatively kept away!", he laughed, luckily missing the pillow your boyfriend threw at him, "no need to resort to violence, guys!".

"Bring that pillow over here, please, I actually need it", you asked him, taking it from his hands as he quickly walked away, "what, are you afraid I was going to make you trip?", you giggled.

"I don't know, the two of you are never up to any good!", Max raised his hands in defense as Lando kissed your forehead, "He's just jealous because we're a great team and P isn't here with him".

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Weekends with no racing and no plans quickly became your favourite because you were able to spend as much time as you possibly could with Lando, the triple header ahead of you already promising to make spending time just with him on your own a bit difficult.

When Lando woke up like clockwork, he stretched his neck just enough to watch you sleep cuddled up to his side, your hand grabbing a handful of the sheets that were keeping you warm as you peacefully slept, and knowing how much Quadrant had kept you up late that past week, he thought it would be nice to let you sleep for a bit longer.

Carefully getting up to not wake you up, Lando kissed your cheek soflty and made his side of the bed, tucking the sheets around your body as he lightly kissed your head one last time before he went to the ensuite to change into his workout clothes.

Heading to the kitchen, Lando filled his water bottle and grabbed a pre-workout snack to take to the home gym. Looking at the equipment in the room and the cardio indications Jon had sent him, he decided that he was going on the bike, figuring that, even though the sound isolation was pretty good, it would be the least likely to make too much noise to the point of waking you up, following up with some weights and then stretching.

He was all sweaty when he walked back into the bedroom, ready to have a shower when he heard the sheets ruffling, "hey, baby, good morning", he smiled, "you can go back to sleep, I just need to take a shower, I'm sorry I woke you up", he pouted.

"Morning", you yawned, "I'm going to shower with you", you smiled sleepily, getting up and joining him in the ensuite.

Leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor, Lando got the shower started, making sure the water was warm as you both liked before stepping in with you, letting the water wash away before you grabbed your shower gel, lathering it on Lando's hands and then on yours as you both helped the other wash off, stealing kissing and caresses along the way.

When you got back to the bedroom and dressed in lounge wear clothes, you were ready to have breakfast, finding the overnight oats in the kitchen, "I don't mind if you want to eat something else", Lando offered.

"These are good, I don't mind it", you said, "but I am going to make my latte because my brain can't go without the caffeine", you scrunched up your nose, earning his giggles as you turned on the coffee machine.

"Can I have a little sip, please?", Lando asked once you frothed up the milk, "of course, here baby", you encouraged, bringing the mug up to his lips and having your hand form a shell under it just in case it spilled.

Lando was left with a little foam moustache, earning a giggle from you as you kissed him, "my little frothy man", you cupped his cheek before kissing him properly, "I love you, Y/N", he whispered, pulling you into his embrace.

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"You pick the movie, I have to go pee", you said to your boyfriend, letting him walk inside the living room as you continued down the hall to the bathroom.

For tonight's plan, you and Lando decided to stay in and cook together, wanting to enjoy the small task without rushing or heating up something from his meal plan, still making something healthy and approved by his team.

When you got back to the living room,

Lando had his Spotify app on the TV, a slow song you recognised from his brother's wedding playlist ready to play, "would you do me the honour of joining me in this dance?", he asked, kissing your knuckles before looking up at you, eyes sparkly as you replied, "yes, I will", you smiled, allowing him to push you flush to his chest, slowdancing in the living room once he started the song, your head in his chest listening to his steady heartbeat.

"Everyday I thank my lucky starts that we met, that I was bold enough to ask you out and that you've stayed with me all of these years", he broke the silence as he unattached his lips from your temple, "and I never want to loose this, little touches, giggles, wins and losses, all of it", he smiled.

"You're the best thing that has happened to me, Lando", you cupped his face in your hands, thumbs brushing his cheeks as he smiled, "I can only hope you feel as happy as I do when I'm with you".

"Darling, with you, I'm always over the moon", he giggled, kissing your lips softly as he stumbled you two into the sofa, roaming hands and tongues battling eachother as a night of love and passion unfolded.

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Shameless porn of my Tav and Halsin some undisclosed amount of time after the end of the game.

Afab Tav getting a taste of Halsin’s rare dominant side and learning what happens to druids who spend too much time in wildshape

Just under 2k words

(I am a lazy human who writes fic in the notes app of their phone, please excuse dumb mistakes and minimal editing at times)

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The first traces of dawn slip through the window as you were roused from your meditation. You feel Halsin’s hand glide down your side and come to a rest on your hip before pulling your hips firmly back into his.

While Halsin was always fairly forward about sex, the past few days especially had been something. It was not uncommon for one of you to approach the other just about everyday over it, but this was borderline excessive even for him.

Your thighs ached from straddling him many times the last couple days, or from wrapping them around his hips as he fucked you against the wall. It was not really a complaint, nor something you cared to stop, but it was an unexplained change in Halsin.

Even early in the morning, just after meditating, he was ready to go again.

“My heart” he sighs in you ear, “how is it possible that I want you more every day? Every time I lay eyes on you, you’re more beautiful than I remember. It overcomes me and I just need to hear you, taste you, experience you”.

You feel his erection pressing on your backside as he slowly grinds against you. His hand that rested on you hip sliding down to now sit just under your belly button, waiting on an invitation to move lower.

“My heart, how are you not tired or sore?” you ask, half joking and half truly wondering where this drive suddenly came from.

~

It started three days ago. While bending down to put away a few things in the kitchen in a low cabinet he swept up behind you, grabbing your hips with such force he nearly yanked you off your feet. “Such gorgeous hips” he murmured in your ear, his massive torso bent over yours, dwarfing you entirely “I need you. Now” he growled in your ear.

It was more worked up then you had ever seen him, his whole body heaved with every breath and word and his hands dug into your hips with clear intent.

“Then take me” you replied.

Halsin did not waste a moment. He swiftly hooked a finger into the waist of your pants and pulled them along with your underwear down in one fluid motion. One rough hand immediately slipped down your front between your legs to find your clit and begin rubbing it while the other found your breast. You felt the tip of his shaft seeking entrance to you and you rose to your tip toes to make it easier. He quickly found the entry he craved and sank his full length into you, causing you to bite back a yelp. Halsin was large in every aspect of his being, from his physical size, to his personality, to his emotions, to his cock and right now without any sort of warmup you were especially reminded of that.

This was much rougher than his usual self. Halsin usually preferred things on the firmer side, as did you, neither of you were exactly fragile and pushing limits had its fun, but this was something else all together. From the beginning his pace was brisk, a sort desperation to his movements as if he felt like he was going to explode if he did not have you right then and there. And you and never been so aroused.

You let out a moan as you relaxed and adjusted to him, letting do as he wished and enjoying his sudden forwardness. The moan seemed to spur him on, pushing him to thrust even deeper now that you had relaxed enough to fully accept his length and it felt incredible.

“Gods you feel so good, fuck” you moaned and swore he felt larger than previous times.

Halsin was very much a man of give and take, of slow methodical pleasure. This however, was more base, almost instinctual feeling in comparison.

His breath was heavy in you ear, a strong departure from his usual verbosity. Where he typically sung your praises instead you were met with growls and panting.

You were shoved into the cabinet over the course of his thrusting, the edge of the counter digging into your hips, Halsin’s torso flush against your back was keeping you pinned against the furniture, preventing you from moving, not that you wanted to be anywhere else. He kept his pace steady as he rubbed your clit and his teeth found the side of your neck, biting harder than he normally did, his nails dug into your breast where his hand was pinned between you and the counter.

Breathing was difficult from his weight pressing down on you, but it only seemed to intensify everything. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you felt yourself getting close, every stroke filling you fully and pushing you to the edge. A wordless whine crept into your voice mixed with short gasps, you did not know how much more you could take, but you wanted this to last as long as possible.

This directness from him, the lust, the dominance, it was such a different side of him. Before Halsin, you had been the dominant one in all your encounters, then with Halsin while you swapped who was in the lead you would not say either of you was truly dominant. This though? This reminded you of an animal in heat; intense, rough, not just a want but a visceral need driven by something subconscious. Being desired so carnally, at such a base level lit a fire in your belly in a way few other things ever had.

Your finish washed over you, an intense buzz that started between your legs and dispersed through every inch of your body. You howled and panted his name like you never had before.

Halsin continued his relentless pace and pulled you closer to him even. His breathing was ragged and hot on you neck and you were suddenly acutely aware of how small you felt compared to him as you basked in the afterglow and tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck me full” you told him, “make me feel every last drop”.

This seemed to put him over the edge, he pumped into you hard, nearly enough to knock the breath out of you and moaned loudly.

You did feel it, every drop flooding into you and dripping down your leg, every twitch of his cock as he met his release. Halsin remained in you, gasping for air and coming back down to the ground.

Air flooded your lungs as he leaned his weight off you and his kisses peppered your back and shoulders. You straightened yourself out and assessed the state you were in: bruises marked your hips where you were bent over the counter, nail marks dug into your breast, and you were certain you had bite marks on your neck. Not that any of it mattered, you loved seeing his marks on your body.

“I’m not complaining, but that was… intense” you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry my love, I just needed you so badly” he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh don’t apologize, it was incredible. I didn’t know you ever got like that. You were so dominant, so, I don’t know? Instinctual? I don’t know if that’s the right word but I have never been so turned on”.

“Oh!” He said in surprise, “well, in that case, I can definitely promise you more”.

~

Over the next 3 days it continued much the same. Any time you bent over, or showed much skin, or really did much of anything there was Halsin, begging you to let him fuck you. Every ask was tinged with heavy desperation and lust previously unknown to you, and the moment you let him it was a torrid of rough sex in the first position he could get you in.

You lay there now in bed, naked with his cock pressed against your backside. Your legs are sore, your back is sore, every bit of you inside and out is on the verge of raw.

“My love, my heart, I am loving all of this but I concede, I can’t keep up. What’s come over you?” you ask.

“Come over me? No this is pretty normal for now” he answers.

“Normal? For now?” you ask again.

“Yes, this time of year is typically mating season for bears” he said matter of factly, as if that was all the explanation that was needed.

“You aren’t a bear”.

“No, but you spend enough time as one and the instincts start to stick around afterwards”.

At this point you could not tell if he was serious or not. The whole thing was so matter of fact, but you had never heard anything about wildshape affecting a Druid like that.

You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts before beginning “Alright, so, right now you-“

“Want to fuck you against every surface in this house and surrounding forest until my scent covers every inch of you and you’re carrying our child. If you’ll let me”.

“And you remember that that’s not possible right? Even long before I met you I’ve been too stabbed and banged up to ever be able to carry a child. Something I’ve told you and that you said that you were alright with”.

“I’m aware, but instinct is instinct and I’m more that happy to try. Especially if that means we’ll just try forever”.

That answer satisfied you.

“I can be happy with that. But one last thing my love”.

“Anything. Say the word and there’s no length I wouldn’t go to fulfill your wish”.

“Find some positions that don’t hurt my thighs so much. Because if you pin me to the wall again there’s no way my legs are going to hold out”.

Halsin let out a deep laugh, a true and joyous laugh. “My love! I wished you had said something sooner! My thinking isn’t the clearest right now but if I had known-“ out of the corner of your eye you saw the gentle warm glow of healing magic as the hand that had been resting just under your bellybutton moved to your sore legs, “I would have helped with that”.

Much of the soreness and ache recedes as the soft glow fades.

“Actually one more thing, there’s been a few times I’ve been a little raw- uh- inside from all of this. Is there anything that can be done…?” you trail off.

“Yes! There are a few things I can make, perhaps a salve that provides some extra lubrication and maybe something a bit cooling feeling? I could do that, would that work?”

“I think so, and I’d be more than happy to try at any rate”

You feel him press your hips back against his and the throb of his still erect cock on your skin.

“Out of bed. Now. Salve first, trying to breed me after”.

Halsin sighs, not like he could complain about anything. He stumbles a bit as he attempts to pull his pants on, any attempt at salve making would require getting ingredients from the forest and town, and one of those requires pants.

“And love!” you call as he walks out the door, “If that salve works and you keep me from being so sore I’ll start wearing a shorter dress around the house with no panties, or maybe just nothing at all. I’ll give you blanket permission for the season to fuck me whenever you want, like nature intended”.

You had never seen Halsin move so fast to go get the shopping done.

[mendeshoney]

can u do a imagine that you and barzal get into a argument and it ends happily

The door slams loudly behind you, and you whirl around, fire in your eyes and venom in your words when you say "Just because you're angry that you're not getting your way doesn't mean you can start slamming shit like a caveman."

Mat's nostrils flare, the vein popping in his neck. "I'm not angry because I'm 'not getting my way,' I'm angry because you're just not listening."

"No, you're the one not listening, Mat. I've said exactly how I felt a dozen times. My mind hasn't changed, and we keep coming back to this same argument because everything I say goes in one ear and out the other with you. You can ask me as many times as you want, but I am not going to uproot and change my entire life around just because you feel like it suits you better."

"But we're dating! And we're in love! What's so wrong with living together if we're dating?"

You push air out of your nostrils, the brunch the two of you just ate turning sour in your stomach. "As I've told you over and over, we've only been together for three months, Mathew. You and I have entirely different schedules, entirely different lives, and I am both not ready to and believe that we are not in a place where I feel I can share my space with you that way, or take that step with you, until we've been together a little longer."

"I can respect your schedule, life, and space, and still do it as your boyfriend who lives with you." He pushes, gesturing around to your apartment. "Have I not done that so far?"

"You have," you say, frustration creeping through your veins at the fact that you've having to explain yourself yet again. "But you've done so because you don't live here. I do. And I've done the same at your place because I don't live there."

Mat waves a hand dismissively. "We sleep over at each other's places all the time, what's the difference if it happens all the time instead of a few times a week?"

"Because that's temporary! That's basically us playing house, not actually living together." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose when you can feel a headache starting to bloom at the back of your skull.

"Well I don't see what's so wrong with me wanting someone to come home to at the end of the day." Mat bites out, and your eyes squeeze shut.

"You already do that. You call me or text me or you ask if you can come over if you need to see me at the end of the day, and I do the same to you."

His face hardens. "Oh, I see. It's fine that way because I get to leave after, right?"

Your eyes fly open and your hands drop to your sides. "Mathew," you warn. "You're being extremely unreasonable right now, and I do not have the energy to continue repeating the same script over and over until it finally sinks in."

"How am I being unreasonable? I'm pointing out the obvious here!"

And that...that's your limit.

The two of you had been arguing about this for the last two weeks off and on, and you'd hoped that this would be the last time.

You don't know if you had another fight like this in you.

"If you can't take no for an answer, then I think it's best you just leave."

He blinks, taking a step back like you've shoved him. "What?"

"I think you should leave." You repeat. "You're not listening to me, you're only hearing the things you think you can pick apart to try to win the argument. But arguing with the person you're in a relationship with isn't about winning, it's about understanding, and you and I clearly don't understand each other right now. So you should leave."

"Baby, I-" he says, swallowing a lump in his throat, and you sigh a little.

"Not like that, just...I just think we need to cool down, okay?"

You can see it in the lines of his body that he wants to protest, to demand to stay and work things out, but instead he nods, jaw ticking in irritation. His hands twitch at his sides, and you know what he wants to do, but clearly isn't sure if he's allowed to right now.

Instead, you approach him, kissing his cheek and gently squeezing his biceps. "It's okay," you assure him. "Just for a little bit."

He nods, body relaxing a little under your touch. "Okay," he says quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Without another word, he turns and leaves your apartment, this time, gently shutting the door behind him.

The second he's gone, all the frustration finally boils over, and you shut your eyes, tears silently falling from your face.

~

You're brushing through your wet hair, resting on the couch in your pajamas and trying to catch up on your favorite TV show before bed when the intercom on your wall buzzes.

Tossing your brush to the couch cushion beside you, you head for the intercom, already having a good idea of who's on the other side. You press the buzzer to open the front door to your building, then head back to the couch to grab your hairbrush and put it back in your bathroom.

You head back to your living room, heading straight for the door once you hear the soft knocks on the wood. When you open it, you find Mat just as you expected, but what you didn't expect was the find him with his face red, puffy, and tears caught in his eyelashes.

When he sees you, his body launches forward, and he wraps you tightly in his arms, bending down a little to bury his face in your neck, and you can feel him sag with relief.

Carefully, you wrap your arms around him, shutting the door and locking it before walking you both backwards a little, bringing him further into your apartment.

You hold each other like that for a little bit, and when you feel Mat's body shake a little as he starts to cry again, you can feel your own tears brimming in your eyes, exhaustion settling in your bones.

Mat hiccups a little bit, and then you feel him press a gentle kiss to the base of your neck before he murmurs "I love you so much."

You tense in his arms.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

I love you so much.

He'd never said that to you before.

"You don't have to say it back." He says, voice scratchy. "I didn't say it so you'd forgive me, or so that it would make anything better. I just wanted...if this was the last time...I just wanted you to know that I do love you."

"I love you too," you say without hesitation.

His body sags a little more, and he holds you tighter. "You were right, about all of it. I wasn't listening, and I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too," you say. "If I hurt your feelings, or if I made it seem like I wasn't-"

"No," Mat says emphatically. "You have nothing to apologize for. This was all me."

You put your hands on his shoulders gently, pulling back a little bit and frowning slightly when you see his face. He frowns when he sees yours, his hands coming to your face and brushing your tears away with his thumbs.

"I didn't mean to make you sad." He mutters.

You laugh a little, thumbing away his tears too. "I didn't mean to make you sad either. C'mon, let's sit down."

You lead him over to the couch, and instead of sitting like you intended, Mat lays down, pulling you with him until you're pressed against the back of the couch and he's essentially wrapped himself around you.

"You're a whole person," he says once you're both settled. "Relationships should be about adding to one another's lives, not trying to take away from them, and I thought I was doing that, but I wasn't. I was asking for something that wasn't for us, but for me, and I'm sorry."

"I get where you were coming from," you assure him. "And I accept your apology."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, and Mat's breathing starts to even out as his tears settle. Eventually, the late hour blinks at you from your cable box, and Mat runs a finger along your jawline. "I can go home, if you want."

You shake your head. "You can stay the night, I want you to."

"Are you sure?" He checks.

"Yes," you assure him, starting to sit up and pulling him with you. "I think we've earned ourselves a good night's sleep."

The two of you head into your bathroom to start to get ready for bed, and Mat reaches for your hairbrush while you brush your teeth, running his fingers through it every now and again.

Something in your mirror's reflection catches your eyes, and after you rinse your mouth out and put your toothbrush away, you turn to Mat, tilting your head at him curiously.

"What is it?" He asks, setting your brush down on the counter.

"How about a drawer?" You ask, and Mat blinks at you.

"What do you mean?"

"A drawer," you repeat. "A drawer of your things at my place, and a drawer of my things at yours. It's not moving in, but it's a...a baby step."

Mat's quiet for a second, looking at you almost as if to make sure you're certain about your offer before he say anything. He must decide eventually that you are, because eventually, he nods. "I'd like that."

You hold your hand out to him, and Mat raises a brow at it. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Barzal."

Mat laughs, rolling his eyes before he puts his hand in yours and tugs you to him, pressing his lips to yours.

"I love you so much," he whispers against them.

You smile into his next kiss, winding your arms around his neck. "I love you too."

[fantasy-relax]

Sweet Alpha Dangerous Omega

Part 15 Part 16

Anyone outside the workshop would believe that the workers had been delegated to an arduous task because they were all in the room where the plans were kept, observing different diagrams with extreme attention, discussing among themselves, their voices hidden behind the glass.

In reality, they were simply giving space to the only Alpha in the castle who was putting the finishing touches on the easel that had been commissioned to her.

“What try is this?”

“I think seventy-eight?”

“No, it's eighty-four”

“It's eighty-six”

Normally they would continue with their work in the same area, but being the first day after Lady Cassandra's Heat they preferred to avoid problems; not because they believed that the alpha was going to attack them but because the time was approaching when the Dimitrescu would come to verify her order and they preferred not to be in the throwing area of ​​a hormonal omega who also had superhuman strength.

“It's here!”

They all turned to look with different levels of subtlety.

“Master, get away from the window!”

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“Your easel is ready Lady Cassandra”

Standing firm with one hand on your chest and bowing your head you greet her before showing her your work, coming closer she checks every detail not because she doubts your ability but because she enjoyed how nervous you were, every time her hands touched the wood she could hear you swallow saliva and when the slightest noise came out of her mouth you held your breath waiting for her answer.

The best thing was that your gaze was fixed on her and only her.

As it should be.

She cleared her throat a little to hide the purring that was beginning to emerge from her chest.

“Excellent work, Alpha”

PURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Three words were enough for you to do the perfect imitation of a chainsaw.

Three words and your scent filled the room.

Joy and satisfaction.

Your body emanated that just from receiving the slightest compliment from her.

She bet her sisters could never get that reaction out of you.

She turned to look at you and this time she was the one to gulp as she noticed the adoration in your eyes, the one that never seemed to fade and instead grew more and more making her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. She knew she wasn't ugly, despite her fame she constantly received lustful glances from the maids, but it was stupid to compare lust with affection.

They only wanted to share a few hours, you wanted to share your whole life.

To be her Mate.

PURR-COUGH

“Leave it in my study I have other matters to attend to” She said before fading into her swarm to quickly leave the workshop.

Her entire swarm vibrated with pleasure when it heard your response.

“Whatever you order will be done”

Sweet Alpha, my Alpha.

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“Cassie, what do you told the Alpha, she hasn't given me a single gift! It's been three weeks already!” Daniela whined dancing without missing a beat, each movement in tune with the calm melody that Bela was playing on the piano.

“I haven’t told her anything, if she hasn’t given you something it’s because she doesn’t want to” She replied while mixing the paint for her next stroke.

“Everything she’s hunted goes straight to the kitchen Daniela” Bela replied playing the piano with one hand while erasing and rewriting with the other.

Painting while Bela composed and Daniela danced was a tradition that normally occurred in the winter when the extreme cold forced them to stay within the castle walls, but Mother hadn’t lifted her punishment yet and her sisters (and she) wanted to spend time together, so hunting was out of the question and both Bela and she were unwilling to read the novels the youngest offered to discuss (she knew it was just a matter of time before Daniela got her way) leaving this as the best option.

“Everything?”

The eldest nodded before continuing.

“Although after hunting the food for the kitchen, she asks me for permission to explore the limits of our territory.” While Bela answered the youngest question, Cassandra knew that her gaze was on her, “In search of a brown bear to take its fur.”

“Oh? And how did it go?” She asked calmly and with fake mockery “I don’t think finding one would be that difficult.”

“It isn't, but none of them are good enough for her.” The blonde spoke with a slight humor in her voice, “She wants one without any scars, as big as possible and with extra soft fur, I told her it's easier to buy one from the duke.”

“And what did she say?” Daniela asked as she prepared to do a pirouette.

“That doing that would take away its value as a courtship gift.” Bela stopped playing smiling as she taps her chin with a finger. “Especially when it's a request made by her Omega.”

Daniela's feet tangled, sending her to the ground and from there she let out a perplexed “WHAT?” while Cassandra with her face burning screamed “I'M NOT HER OMEGA YET!”

Both the blonde and the redhead looked at her in surprise.

“Not her omega...” Bela began.

“...yet” Daniela finished.

“…Enough sister bonding” Cassandra whispered, dropping her brush, and fleeing in her swarm from the room.

But the distance was not enough to escape the connection with her sisters.

-Not yet, not yet, not yet! - Daniela sang delightedly.

- I will keep the Lycans away from my not yet sister-in-law - Bela declared with emphasis.

Ugh and she thought they couldn't be more unbearable, why did the alpha say that to Bela?

A request made by her Omega.

Her omega…

Cassandra felt her face burn.

Daring Alpha

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Taking a deep breath to control your nerves you held the knife firmly as you went over the procedure you must follow to remove the skin without more damage than necessary. Bela had given you a book that you had read so many times that you were able to recite it by heart, you could do this, you had to do it, and you had to do it perfectly.

The omega asked you and you weren't going to let her down.

It was one more step to take.

One step closer to her accepting you as hers.

To being able to make her yours.

Cassandra was enjoying the euphoria the hunt had brought her, two prisoners thought they had escaped only to meet an even worse end.

In her excitement she quickly finished off her victim, tearing him apart and staining the hallway.

Bela had caught the other one, shredding his leg causing the scum to act like the worm he was, crawling away. Daniela crushed his remaining arm left after spending a week in the dungeon and Cassandra kicked him over to then make a quick and precise cut from his stomach to his chest.

“Dibs on the kidney.”

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The fur was ready several days later and the only inconvenience was a slightly broken nose due to an accident at the workshop, it was nothing to worry about, Bela said the loss of your sense of smell was temporary and you would heal perfectly. Since it was nighttime and close to curfew, you decided to take the fur to your room and deliver it first thing in the morning; Cassandra had been waiting for your gift for weeks and you didn't want to make her wait any longer.

Taking the fur gently in your hands you set off, tonight you would make sure to cover it completely with your scent, if Cassandra accepted you could move on to the next part of the courtship where you would have to demonstrate your ability to feed your mate (and future pups) by delivering a variety of meats and vegetables.

Normally (according to the elders) an omega would respond with their own courtship process, you blushed imagining Cassandra following those steps demonstrating her worth as a mate, as the dam of your pups.

You shook your head, you needed to stay calm, Cassandra had just agreed to be courted, you must go slowly and not harass her. You had two days off, if she rejected you would cry in your room for a while before trying again; if she accepted you would spend the day celebrating and then move on to the next step.

You could do it. As you entered the hallway, the first thing you noticed was the lack of light and the sound of whimpers accompanied by the sound of laughter and someone chewing. It took a minute for your eyes to adjust and as you did, you could identify arms, legs, pieces of meat on the floor by their silhouettes and a familiar buzzing sounded in your ears.

In the middle of the hallway, three figures with their backs turned on you devoured what you assumed was a body on the floor. You could notice the head moving in your direction.

“Help... me.” He spoke to you, causing his executioners to finally notice you.

Yellow eyes looked at you and everything in you screamed the same thing.

Run away.

…………

Smiling, Cassandra turned to look in the direction she spoke, waiting for a maid outside her room only to freeze when she noticed who the figure was at the entrance of the hallway.

You.

Your face and your scent showed an emotion that she had never seen in you, that she never want to see in you.

Horror.

As soon as she stood up you took a step back.

You don't recognize her, you can't smell her and it's too dark for your eyes, if you knew it was her you would never look at her like that.

She lit one of the Candles quickly and held it close.

“It's me.”

She took a step towards you, you didn't move.

Horror, surprise.

No, please.

“They were prisoners, scum.”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise, confusion.

No, please.

“Blood and human flesh are our sustenance.”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise, confusion.

Please.

“We need it to live.”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise, confusion.

Please.

“You understand, right?”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise.

Please.

“It's part of me.”

A step forward.

Horror, surprise.

Please.

She is so close.

“You love me, right?”

A step forward.

Surprise.

If she stretches out her hand, she can touch you.

AHHHHH

The maid's scream scares you; Cassandra doesn't think, she just wants to silence her.

She cuts off her head and it falls at your feet; you take a step back and end up slipping on the blood.

Horror.

Cassandra comes closer to help you.

Horror.

Please don't...

You get up to run without looking at her

....leave her

[alexfromjersey]

A SCHOOL TAINTED WITH BULLET HOLES

Vada Cavell x G!P OC

Word Count: 2.0k

warnings: school shooting, mature language, gun violence

A/N: I’m trying to write as much as possible before I visit my dad for three weeks so pray that I can at least finish half this book and at least three chapters for my other book.

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Poke. Poke. Poke.

You were being awoken by the feeling of someone poking you in your side, face, and thigh. You peel one eye open and are met with wide eyes and yellow rotten teeth. You jump fully awake, frightened, and scoot to your wall.

The sickly-looking man let out a laugh at your reaction, “Oops didn’t mean to scare ya.” The man was wearing nothing a dirty stained white t-shirt, no bottoms on.

“Rip! I told you, this room is off limits” The familiar voice of your mother enters your room. She was in a red silky robe that was loosely tied and her hair was disheveled. 

“My bad. I was just trying to look for the bathroom” Rip snorted and moved away from you.

“Last door on the right” Your mom answered. 

Rip nodded and turned back to you. “Sorry kid” He shrugged and left your room. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Your mother comes to stand in front of you. 

“I’m sorry baby but I told you to always make sure your door is locked every night so things like this can never happen” She spoke softly. She tries to push some hair out your face but you flinch away from her. A hurt look appears on her face. 

“Get ready for school or you’re going to be late” She sniffled and left your room. 

You sat on your bed for a good extra five minutes before getting yourself ready for the day. You got dressed in a black pullover hoodie, black t-shirt, faded blue jean shorts, and beat-up black and white Cortez. You grab your bag, skateboard, and essentials before leaving your room. You make sure to lock your room up before heading downstairs. Thankfully, Rip was still in the bathroom so you didn’t have to see him in the kitchen. You brushed your teeth and washed your face in the kitchen sink. 

After you finished, you leave your house without a goodbye from your mother. As usual, you’re met with the sight of your two friends, Quinton and Devyn Hasland. 

“Sleeping Beauty has finally awoken from her slumber” Devyn joked in a broken English accent. 

A smile appeared on your face and you dap the brothers up. The three of you start your journey to school.

“You know Principal Adams is coming for you for missing like a whole week of school. He’s been hounding me and Q for the last week about your whereabouts” Devyn said.

“I don’t care. School is a fucking joke” You shrugged.

“School helps you get a job” Quinton commented.

“No, school helps you become a dumbass corporate zombie. It doesn’t teach you any life skills. Not how to do taxes. Not how to save money to get a house or car. Or basic life shit that you need to survive. How is a2 + b2 = c2 gonna help me in life? When am I gonna need to know that shit? Fuck school til the day I die” You smiled and stuck your middle finger up.

The three of you continue your journey to school. As you approach the school, you see a rail that you always practice on.

"Watch this" You smirked and throw your board down.

"Nice" The brothers compliment as you skate back towards them. You felt a pair of eyes on you so you turned around and they lock on to dark brown ones.

Vada Cavell.

You knew her from your Chemistry class with Mrs. Victor. The two of you never spoke but always catch each other staring. Quinton and Devyn follow your eyeline.

“Oh my god, I wish you would just let your balls drop and go talk to her. The longing gaze from across the room is so Twilight” Devyn groaned. 

You pull your eyes away from her, “You watched Twilight?”

“I only watched it with Jazmine” Devyn defended. 

“Lie. Mom and Pops caught you last week, without Jazmine, watching it in the basement. According to Mom, you look very engrossed in it” Quinton laughed. 

“There was nothing else on TV” Devyn sighed. 

You and Quinton let out a laugh as the three of you walk inside the school. The brothers make their way to their lockers while you head to breakfast. You were starving and didn’t realize it until you got inside the building. By the grace of God, you managed to get to the café before they closed. 

You grab your food and head to pay for it. But when you pulled your wallet out, you realized a $5 bill you had was missing. You sighed out in frustration.

“Fucking dickhead” You mumbled. You put the food back and turned around but you ran into someone. 

“Miss Vaughn, nice to know you’re alive and well. Follow me” Principal Adams demanded. 

You sigh and begin to follow the principal to his office. But another body runs into you. 

I can’t catch a break today. 

“Sorry,” A sweet voice apologized. You looked down and saw Vada. You open your mouth to respond but Adams interrupts you. 

“Ms. Cavell the bell is about to ring. Head to class now” Adams ordered. 

“Sir yes sir” Vada mocked and saluted him before turning on her heels, and walking to class. You chuckled lightly and continued following Adams. 

The two of you made it to his office which smelled like straight black coffee and boiled eggs. You already knew what the talk was going to be about so you just relaxed in the chair. 

“Jordan Vaughn…failing every single one of your classes and racking up a whopping 37 days absent. It’s not even spring break yet” Adams read from your file. 

You grab a red and black sharpie off his desk. 

“What is your goal Jordan? What is it that you wanna do with your life?” Adams asked. 

You continue to draw all over the underside of your board, not even paying attention to the man in front of you. 

Principal Adams sighed, “Miss Vaughn.”

At the call of your name, you look up at him, "Hm?”

“Listen I get it, school sucks and you don’t have a care in the world about your diploma. But you know who does... the world out there. Jobs won't even give you a second thought if you don't graduate. You need to start taking this seriously or you will be left behind while everyone around you is making it" Adams lectured.

"My goal is to become a pro skateboarder, last time I checked you don't need a diploma for it"' You shrugged.

"But you need money. You need money for the fees. You need money for sponsors. What if your board breaks? A diploma leads to jobs that lead to money which can help you become a pro skater.” Adams explained.

He had a point but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of being right. Adams grabbed a pamphlet labeled, Summer School. 

“You complete this program for one month this summer, you’ll be graduating with your friends next year,” Adams said and slid it toward you. 

You reluctantly take it and leave the office before he could say another word. 

The hallways were now empty due to everyone being in class now. You walk to your locker and open it. You are stunned to see an apple juice, strawberry Pop Tart, and an orange inside. 

“What the fuck?” You questioned. You remembered putting this stuff back. You looked down the halls and saw you were alone. You shrugged and started chowing down on the food. After you finished you placed your board and the pamphlet inside. 

SMACK! 

You jumped at the noise beside you. It was then followed by laughter. 

“I hate the both of you” You mumbled, mouth full of food as you looked at Quinton and Devyn. “Aren’t you two supposed to be in class?”

“Yeah, but Q saw you with Principal Adams so he texted me to come and wait for you in the hall. Why are you inhaling your food in front of your locker?” Devyn questioned. 

“I was hungry. But I didn’t buy this though. It was in my locker when I opened it” You answered. 

“Oh, food from Mother Theresa. I need one of those. Tell her to bring me some Burger King” Devyn joked. You rolled your eyes at the boy. 

“Boys and Miss Vaughn, the three of you need to get to class before I-”

A loud bang is suddenly heard. Everything starts to go in slow motion for you as you see blood splatter against the school walls. Two more bangs are heard and a girl lets out a blood-curdling scream. 

More bangs are heard, now in rapid succession. You barely process the fact Devyn is now on the ground in a pool of his own blood. You look up to see a kid from one of your classes standing there emotionless with an automatic rifle pointed toward Quinton. 

“DEVYN!” You hear Quinton scream. It brought you back to reality as you looked down and saw Quinton holding his brother’s body getting blood on himself. 

“Quinton! We have to go! Come on Quinton!” You shout as you pull him away from Devyn’s lifeless body. You push him to run down the hall. Another gunshot rings through the hall and you feel a searing pain in your hip area. You push through the pain, you quickly open the door to the girl’s bathroom and push Quinton inside before locking the door behind you. The two of you cram into a stall out of breath. Sweat was dripping down your face and tears were falling freely down Quinton’s. 

Suddenly, the sound of metal hitting the floor made the both of you freeze. 

“Who’s in there?” Quinton questioned. 

No response. 

“We’re not the shooter. It’s Matt Corgan, we saw him” Quinton added. As your adrenaline begins to fade, the pain comes back in full force. 

More rapid gunfire outside the door makes everyone clench in fear. 

“Do you know where he is now?” A fragile voice asked. You can hear another girl’s quiet cries in the stall next to you. But you were too focused on the pain. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know, my brother” Quinton cried. Tears start to gather in your eyes from the pain and the current predicament. 

“Come, come under” The girl ushered. You let Quinton crawl under first. You bend down to follow but a torturous pain shoots through your body.

“Ahh” You cried out. You lift up your hoodie and shirt to see a gaping wound pouring out blood. 

“Jordan? What happened, you okay?” Quinton questioned. 

You start to feel lightheaded and the world starts to spin and before you know it, you fall onto the tile floor with a loud thud. Quinton quickly unlocks the stall door to see you trying to keep your eyes open. 

“No, no, no, no Jordan” Quinton cried and bent down to the floor. He lifted your tops and saw the wound. 

“Shit, help me please” Quinton called out to the two girls. His voice was quiet enough for only the people in the bathroom to hear. He puts pressure on your wound which makes you groan and squirm. The two girls exit the stall but retreat when they see you on the ground. 

“Please help me,” Quinton sobbed. The blonde-haired girl runs and grabs as many paper towels as she could. She hands some to Quinton and they put pressure on your wound to stop the bleeding. 

“Hang on, Jordan” Quinton cried. 

Meanwhile, your eyes start to flutter close but a warm soft hand brings you back. 

“Hey, you have to keep your eyes open. Don’t close them. Don’t close your eyes” Vada’s voice echoes throughout your head. 

Her eyes were bloodshot red and puffy with more tears falling freely down her face. She squeezes your hand tight to keep you from closing your eyes. The sound of police sirens and heavy footsteps can be heard. 

“Oh thank God,” Quinton said. 

You tried your hardest to keep your eyes open but they were getting extremely difficult. They were getting heavier and heavier until your eyes closed and your hand went limp in Vada’s.

[onemillionvolts]

18+. MDNI.

day one: bondage ~ scaramouche + f!reader

warnings: a little teasing

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

oh, what a lovely sight you are for the balladeer. sprawled out on the bed, not an article of clothing on you, all tied up and exposed for him. your arms are bound behind your back, legs forcefully parted by your ankles, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed.

scaramouche can't help but admire you in this state, a product of his own doing, tying you up so perfectly—and he's ready to make use of it. you watch with burning desire in your eyes as he strokes his stiff cock in his hand, its tip oozing precum.

he steps forward, pressing the tip of his length to your glistening cunt. he lets out a scoff at your neediness as he pushes his cock past your entrance, all in one go, earning a shocked gasp from you.

"what? d'you expect me to take my time?" scara bites, the last three words coming out in a tone of sheer mockery. he wastes no time, hips rutting back and forth as he watches your body squirm, desperate to be released from your binds. alas, scaramouche has no intention of letting your limbs free, but he invites you to keep trying with a smirk.

"squirming so much," he grumbles, his thick cock stretching your walls with each forceful thrust. every rut of his hips makes you forget, if not only for a split second, that you're all tied up. your legs still struggle—only because you long to wrap them around your lover's waist, to pull him deeper into you, to have any sense of control over him.

but alas, you don't have control, and scara revels in that. he also basks in the sweet sounds you make, those that you try to hide by biting your cheek, but come flowing out anyways. "hmm, right there?" he coos after hitting a spot that elicits a particularly strong reaction from you. you frantically nod, and he proceeds to hammer in on that spot, as if it's his driving force.

you're still shifting your arms around behind your back, the discomfort numbed by scaramouche's length bullying your cunt, constantly rubbing against your sweet spot. your legs shake, sore from being held up in the air for so long. he only laughs in response, giving you a cocky "what, tired already?"

the quiver of your legs only increases as he continues to pump his cock in and out of your cunt, his thrusts deep enough to make you see stars. your orgasm is quickly sneaking up on you, moans gradually picking up in speed and intensity, perfectly aligning with scaramouche's unholy thrusts.

a flurry of words leave your lips at once, all indicating to the harbinger that you're already approaching your climax. "mmm, if that's the case, i guess 'm getting two from you, yeah?" he hums—so nonchalant, yet it sends a shiver down your spine.

your climax hits suddenly, cunt tightening around scara's cock as he fucks you through your release, now playing with your clit to bring you to new heights.

he gives you no break when you come down from your high, continuing to slam himself into you with no remorse. with his unoccupied hand, he slaps your thigh lightly. "tell me, d'you want me to untie you?" you nod, still hazy from your heavenly climax.

he snickers in response, and you swear you can feel him fuck into you faster. "too bad."

he keeps on stretching your sensitive walls with his cock, thumbing your clit as well. you squirm against him more, trying to untie your arms by yourself, to no avail.

"cum on my cock again and i'll think about untying you." he declares, now steadily approaching his own climax. he locks in on that sweet spot of yours again, working your body like only he knows how to.

he cums with a low growl, his hot seed painting your walls white—it's enough to send you past your own limit again, clamping down on his length with a shaky moan of his name.

he pulls out shortly after, grinning at the sight of his cum slowly flowing from your entrance.

"i think i'll keep you like this for a bit longer..."

[wreckedandpolemic]

white gold pregnancy scare blurb? 😍

your first pregnancy scare (i say first because let’s be real the two of you fuck raw and like rabbits) happens when you’ve been together about a year, not living together per se, but something close to it. you’re up to your neck in final deadlines for uni, and the last thing you need is your parents breathing down your neck for an entire month.

when your period is late, you aren’t that worried about it at first; you’re stressed, not sleeping super well, it happens. but then it gets to two weeks, and you start to panic, and random, freak sickness throws your world completely off-kilter. matty wakes to find you crying on the bathroom floor, in a total, uncontrolled downward spiral.

“oh, darling,” he murmurs, approaching you cautiously. “what is it? what’s wrong?”

you choke on a sob. “i think i might be pregnant,” you say quietly, deliberately staring at the floor and avoiding matty’s eyes as he wraps an arm around your trembling shoulders.

“okay,” he says after a beat. “are you sure?”

you shake your head. “no. i can’t— i don’t— i can’t be a mum. not right now, anyway. but i— i know you want kids, and it’s,” you pause, biting your lip even as you press into the soothing heat of his body. “i don’t want you to think i’m scared because of you.”

he kisses the side of your head. “we’re in this together, love. you and me, yeah? whatever you want to do, i’m right there with you, okay?” you nod tearfully, overwhelmed in gratitude for his calm, soothing presence. he coaxes you back into the bedroom, lays you down on the bed and holds you, soothes you softly. the pair of you lie in quiet, resting against his chest and clinging to his arms until your cheeks have dried and your breathing evens out. “you gonna be alright if i run out and get you a test, darling?”

you try not to spiral while he’s gone. it’s not like you’ve never thought about having kids with him; most days the thought of him cradling a sweet, squishy little baby is enough to have you in floods of tears. but in those visions you aren’t twenty-two with a dissertation due in two weeks, and it all feels too fucking real.

matty’s back shockingly fast, though. he must’ve driven at least the speed limit to have been there and back in this time. especially because he’s carrying more than just a pregnancy test, arms laden with flowers and chocolates, bubble bath and face masks. he smiles, the simple action infinitely reassuring. “called off work on the way there. whatever it says, i wanna be here for my girl.” you just melt. god, you’re so fucking lucky. “wasn’t sure which one to get, so i just got ‘em all,” he says sheepishly, producing a comically large stack of pregnancy tests, the sight shocking a giggle out of you. he looks relieved, the first time you’ve laughed all morning.

you end up taking three, leaving them face down on the counter while you wait, unable to bear the tension. matty holds your hand the whole time, kisses you, murmurs reassurances against your skin. when your timer goes off, you bury your face in his shoulder. “you look. i can’t do it,” you mumble.

you watch his face as he turns over each test one by one. he’s smiling, but that doesn’t tell you anything, because he’s infuriatingly calm in situations like this. “you’re not pregnant, darling,” he says, and you crumple in relief.

“thank fucking god,” you gasp, unable to stop yourself, and he chuckles.

“alright, angel. you can stop stressin’ so much, now. i’m gonna take care of you.”

matty runs you a bath, the water silky and scented like roses, massaging the tension out of your shoulders. “you know, i do wanna have kids. with you. one day,” you add hastily.

he smiles into the skin of your neck. “gonna be the best mum, darling. when you’re ready.”

“how about we just practice making them for now?” you tease, tipping your head back so you can look in his eyes, wide with adoration.

“i like the sound of that.”

[deadmenandthedivine]

DEAD MEN § THE DIVINE

chapter three: mysteries that muddy the keep

Maetilda Targaryen, First of her Name, was supposed to be many things. What she became was entirely different.

table of contents

trigger warning!!! this fic contains many graphic topics and depictions. such as but not limited to: dead parents, abusive parents, toxic family systems, incest, medieval misogyny, forced marriage, threats of assault (sexual § physical), actual assault, imprisonment, kidnapping, murder, blood/gore, uxoricide, familicide, PTSD and other neurodivergence. i will do my best to update as i go along, but please let me know if i have missed anything!

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The weight of the day had gotten so heavy, she wondered if it showed in her muscles. Her attempted massagings in her chambers earlier had done nothing. Dinner with the family had not finished on any higher of a note, and all Maetilda could think of was the promise of winding down for the evening. Ever the responsible and obedient child, Jacaerys had been instructed to escort both Lucerys and Maetilda to their respective chambers before retiring to his own. Giggling like an ornery boy as he treated his brother as he would a lady, the older walked in the middle with his two siblings on each of his arms. Princess Maetilda’s sworn sword, Ser Gunthor, followed behind them about ten paces back. He was struggling to conceal his own laughter under his breath, but the princess’ trained ears could hear it nonetheless. There were worse things than laughter. Let the servants talk. What ill would there be to report about the three of them joking around the corridors? Unlike the Hightowers, theirs was an innocent party. The siblings continued to snicker as they tried and failed to trip each other. That is, until Lucerys actually lost his footing and hit the ground. Then the three and the knight behind them were in stitches. Their laughter rumbled the corridors like a dragon’s roar. They cradled their aching sides from the loss of air, but the hysterics would not stop. Even Lucerys remained sat on the ground, too weak from his giggling to stand. Straw, dirt, and whatever other filth that lay there undoubtedly messing his trousers. Maybe they had too much wine at dinner.

The laughter of four easily covered up the sound of footsteps coming down the corridor. Especially the stumbling uneven ones of the King’s eldest son. Prince Aegon was moving as fast as he could in an attempt to escape his guards, Sers Arryk and Erryk Cargyll. The crashing and clanking of their armor was eventually what won out over the sweet notes of laughter. The four bodies froze as they heard the three sets of footsteps approaching them. It was hard to see who was coming around the bend of the corridor. As if snapping into a trance, Ser Gunthor spun on his heels and unsheathed his longsword. Prince Jacaerys stepped up next to him at the ready. Completely unarmed, Princess Maetilda threw her body in front of Prince Lucerys who had gone shell shocked on the ground. Her skirts were surprisingly excellent at hiding the boy. However, they all seemed to relax as the scene running toward them finally came into view. The King’s eldest son could not run straight. He bounced back and forth from wall to wall as his feet carried him. Liquor and bile was spilled down the front of him, staining his dress shirt. His pants were untied and threatening to fall off his fleshy hips. Fresh off their laughing fit, the four struggled more than usual to keep a straight face.

“Prince Aegon, you best slow your pace! Your knights look as if they’ve been chasing you for far too long.” The princess could not help but taunt from behind the protection of two swords. He was drunk after all. And she was not completely of sound mind either.

“Til, shut up!” Jacaerys hissed under his breath.

“I’ll have you know we do this for fun!” Aegon barked.

“Is it time for them to put you to bed?” She poked.

“I’ll put you to bed, cousin!” The threats came so quickly it was as if he didn’t have to think of them, “Since your thickheaded father doesn’t seem capable of finding you a husband.”

“You couldn’t walk up the steps to my chambers if you tried!” Maetilda sneered.

“I shall order these two to carry me if I must!” He laughed, gesturing to the Cargyll twins who looked uncomfortable flanked behind him.

“That’s enough.” Jacaerys cut in authoritatively, “Prince Aegon, you will not dishonor my sister and your own. Not tonight, not ever.”

“And what would you do about it, boy? Take one of my eyes?”

Jace visibly stewed as his mind searched for words. Maetilda’s mouth began to move before she had even realized it, “He would not have to do anything. Your knights are sworn to protect us as well. Unless you’ve forgotten you’re speaking to the second in line for the Throne after the heir.”

The laugh that left Aegon’s throat was hearty, sarcastic, and maniacal, “Ah, yes! It must have slipped my mind. My apologies, your Grace. I shall go sheath my sword in another woman and imagine it is the cunt of your sweet sister, as is honorable. Send me an invitation to the wedding if she ever finds a man miserable enough to put up with her.”

Instinctually, Maetilda’s arms flew around her stepbrother’s arms and torso as he went to launch forward at the oldest Prince’s insults. The princess’s heart beat wildly in her chest. She was sure her brother could feel it on his back. He thrashed against her with fury and determination. Ser Gunthor kept his sword raised threateningly. His face was beat red as his body shook with anger. If this were not the King’s eldest son, the knight would have already snapped. That much was very, very clear. He looked like a sadistic bull, reading to charge. Aegon’s laughter seemed to only grow. The princess knew she had to keep both the swords at bay as she fought back flashbacks to the aftermath of Aegon’s brother losing his eye at Driftmark. They were men and woman grown, skirmishes could not be fought over petty insults from a man with bile on his shirt, “We will not swing first.”

“Your knight looks like he’s going to expel dragonfire, princess! Oh, what a sight!” Aegon continued to taunt, “I would love to watch the twins poke holes in him. Let him go, won’t you?”

“Aegon, go to bed.” Maetilda spat, shoving her knight and her brother behind her, “You are drunk and making an embarrassment of yourself.”

The prince’s laughter ceased at the e-word. The taunting noise stopped short in his throat. His back straightened as he fixed the front of his shirt anxiously, but then he smirked, “Please do tell my mother of the disgrace I am. We shall meet again soon.”

Without another word, the Prince turned on his heel and doubled back down the corridor, taking a different turn than the one he came down. A tapestry of a peasant kneeling piously before a High Septon hung on one of the walls. It billowed against the stone as he passed. The Cargyll twins paced behind him. All four of the original party stood still in shock, regaining their breath. Jacaerys rolled his eyes as he huffed and puffed, “That’s the direction of either the library or the Hand’s Tower, not his chambers.”

“His mother can worry about him now.” Maetilda grumbled.

“What he said was wrong, Til.” Lucerys finally spoke up.

“Nyke gīmigon.” She bit back. (I know)

“He doesn’t know what he speaks of.” The boy pressed.

“I know!”

Parroting the King’s eldest son, the four parted to their chambers without another exchange. Jacaerys escorted his younger brother while the princess’s sworn knight escorted her. The walk felt short. The princess was deep within her own mind the entire time. It was as if she was waiting for a barrage of guards to come rounding the corner to take her to the dungeons. Punish her for saying the things she did to the King’s eldest son. Just because she had a title, did not mean she was immune from being accused of treason. With Lucerys’ inheritance in question, it was hard to say what else was safe. Especially with the blood of the Rogue Prince coursing through her veins, a man who had been banished more than once, it would not be hard to accuse her of ill-will. The two reached her chambers, and the knight held open the door. Her handmaidens were already inside, readying the room for sleep. Noarysa lit the fire while Adelyn oiled the full bath. Like a toddling infant, Maetilda stepped into the room and took off her jewelry in a trance. The maids greeted her, helped her disrobe, and lowered her into the bath. The princess did not say a word as they scrubbed at her body, soaped and oiled it. Before moving onto her hair, taking out the adornments, unbraiding and brushing it. They avoided getting it wet, as she only washed her hair in the mornings, but the steam would be good for it nonetheless. Noarysa massaged the princess’ scalp with her fingernails, drawing a subconscious hum from Maetilda’s chest. After her bath, she was dressed into her silk nightgown. It had angel sleeves that never made her feel overheated at night. The gown clung to her chest before cascading down to her ankles, allowing for plenty of legroom in bed. Before Adelyn and Noarysa could get to work on sleeping braids, the princess dismissed them. Leaving her silver honey hair cascading in curly waves down passed her tailbone.

She almost didn’t hear the door shut behind them. Her insides boiled and bubbled worse than any stew or bathwater. The grown prince knew how to cut deep with his words, or perhaps he was just accidentally talented at it. Regardless, the princess returned to her pacing from before, this time doing it out on the balcony in the gleam of the moonlight. Memories of the night Aemond lost his eye bounced around her head mercilessly again. The queen rushing forward, dagger in hand. Aegon’s snickering. Aemond’s grunts of pain. Jace and Luke screaming as both Daemon and Rhaenyra had thrown themselves in front of them. The Velaryons launching into action to cover her sisters, Baela and Rhaena. Her two sworn knights at the time, Eddrin and Wyllam, were the only ones to move to protect her. The Hightowers would have harmed them all that night if it weren’t for the King, perhaps they would have killed them. She could not shove the memories down this time. They looped and echoed over and over and over again. She hated that night. She tried her best to never think of it, pretend it had never happened. But it always seemed to haunt her. Her family was still not safe.

In a desperate attempt to continue its own torment, her mind drifted to that of her mother. The Lady was said to have been brazen and bold, steadfast and level headed, noble and intelligent. Her knights spoke of her highly, often proclaiming that she could back even a giant into a corner with her words alone. She was sharp, both in wit and instinct. With every fiber of her being, the princess wanted nothing more than to emulate the great stories of the woman she did not know. Would she have sat and let the Prince speak of her in such a way? To her in such a way? The woman of the stories would not, certainly not. She would have been more likely to spring forward and wring his neck, despite whatever the Cargyll twins would have done to her for it. She would have met with the King himself and made her threats directly to the Crown. The princess worried that she would never be like her mother, and it filled her with shame. Her face twisted as she fought back tears that suddenly threatened to spill. She was better than that. Her mother would not have cried like that. Perhaps her mother would have been ashamed of her too. Although she would never know; a truth that hurt worse than any embarrassment or shame.

As she paced back inside, her chambers began to feel hot, too hot. Her skin dampened with sweat and her breath felt humid. She scurried around the room to blow out various candles, knowing the fireplace would die out on its own. Yet the chambers still felt hot. So much so that she could not even look at her bed or the blankets that laid upon it. Instead, she opened as many windows as she could, allowing the night breeze to roll in. The curtains billowed viciously in every direction. The fire dwindled as the breeze circulated. A few more candles blew out on their own. Despite the movement of the breeze, it was too quiet. Even a whisper would feel like a shout as no usual noise floated from King’s Landing and into the castle walls. Her paces continued as her limbs itched, unable to shake the feeling that she needed to do something. She had too much energy to expel. Her mind was too loud. She was too hot. It was all too much. She needed out. As if possessed by a spirit, she sprung into action. Flung open her wardrobe doors, her hands grabbed the first overcoat her eyes landed on. Despite the heat she felt, the princess was not about to be caught dead in an immodest state after Prince Aegon’s snarls in the corridor. Her hands shook as she fastened the all-encompassing, navy blue garment into place. She felt like she was floating as her feet quickly carried her over to the door.

Ser Gunthor jumped as she opened it, “Good evening, Princess. It’s quite late to be going anywhere.”

“My room is too hot. I need to leave.” She told him, staring him furiously in the eye.

“Are you alright, mi’lady? You look a bit pale.” His brows furrowed as he pushed himself off of the wall he leaned upon.

“I just told you.”

Without another word, the princess took off down the dark corridor. Her knight had half-a-mind to grab a lit torch as he scrambled to follow her. It was, more often than not, their only source of light as they walked. Maetilda had no idea where she was going, especially without the light of day to guide her. Regardless, her bare feet padded across the floors at an even yet frantic speed. She could tell that the knight behind her was trying to quiet his steps, but the clunk and squeak of metal continued to sting her ears. They had wandered to the base of Maegor’s Holdfast and back before accidentally turning down the same corridor that Aegon had earlier. She could tell by the menacing tapestry of the peasant kneeling before the High Septon. The imagery sent a shiver down her spine. The princess was not entirely sure what she was looking for or where she was headed. Luckily it was late enough that the corridors were empty; they were wider and more intricately decorated at this part of the keep too. Only the occasional rat crossed their path, soon followed by a prowling cat. Admittedly, the cats were cuter at the Red Keep. They looked well fed and cared for. Their hair was brushed, and there were only minimal signs of scarring from fights. They seemed much happier than the ones at Dragonstone that liked to patrol both the castle and the beaches. Those cats were grumpier and far more food aggressive, despite the fact they got fed regularly. The princess suspected they were in competition with the seagulls more. Dragonstone generally had a harsher climate to it too. Not as bad as Storm’s End, but enough. Perhaps the storms stirred the cats up. That or the mass of dragons nested at Dragonmont. She missed the sounds of them deeply. Their chirps and bellows and roars. Most especially, she missed her own dragon. Her presence and her temperament. Whenever she felt like a fifth wheel amongst Jace and Luke and her twin sisters, she knew she always had Shrykos. They could lose days together in the sky, drowning in each other’s comfort. Her heart ached at her companion’s absence, having left the she-dragon at home per the Queen’s orders.

The paintings and tapestries were all different from the ones she had very vaguely remembered being there. All symbols and imagery not etched in stone had been replaced by that of the Seven. Even then, many statues had been replaced too. It was an uncanny sight that made the hairs on the back of her head stand up. None of this was good. There were doors periodically lining the corridor, many of them shut and locked. A few led into solars, one contained a room of instruments, even a room dedicated to having portraits painted. She had sat for a personal one on the steps in the throne room at Dragonstone only half a year prior. She wondered if all of those rooms were differently decorated now too. And if any of the lords and ladies put up a fight as the Queen ripped each piece out one by one. And what she did with the discarded relics. Perhaps the rooms that were locked were the ones that had not been made over yet. As the princess walked, her father’s less than enthusiastic mood began to make more and more sense to her. A place he had known for most of his life looked as if it had been usurped right before his eyes. It must have been nauseating. The Hightowers knew no boundaries. The Red Keep was not theirs to decorate. His mother, Princess Alyssa, had infamously loathed all things ladylike. Yet she had a hand in selecting many of the pieces in the corridors herself. There were no dragons anywhere. And their absence was too loud. Perhaps this made her father miss his own mount Caraxes as well. Together, they had been to war and back. Yet, they had not come back here together after almost half a decade.

The doors to the library were already slightly ajar when she had passed them. It was peculiar enough for her footsteps to falter, causing her to halt all together. She found herself glancing back at her sworn sword for reassurance, only to find him looking at her as if she had sprouted two more heads. Annoyance bubbled within her at his lack of blind trust in her, but she pushed it down as she decided to push the door to the library open further. She would snoop with or without him. Although he was quite literally sworn to follow her. Her footsteps froze yet again once she was inside the room. The expanse of it was breathtaking. Full-length windows for as long as the eye could see and even on the ceiling. The moon cast its own light and shadows through each one of them, allowing for the hall to be more visible than the corridors had. Rows upon rows of bookshelves lined the walls and room, as well as chairs and tables and chaise lounges. There were fireplaces and barrels of wine, just about anything one could imagine in a room dedicated to reading and study. The princess audibly gasped at the sight. Her eyes drank in every dark nook and cranny. She could only imagine the beauty it held in the daylight, especially in her uncle’s prime when the gardens that lined the windows would be in full bloom. Her brows furrowed as she stressed over which direction to head first.

“Only a few of the lamps are lit, Princess. Do you think someone is here?” The knight whispered into her ear, tickling the skin around her neck.

“Well, it certainly isn’t Aegon. I doubt he can see straight enough to read.” She muttered back.

“He did leave in this direction.” Ser Gunthor countered quietly.

This made the princess pause as she could not deny the sworn sword had a point. She could not hold his gaze as she mulled over his words, taking the time to listen for any signs of life. The library hall was utterly silent. Not even the squeaks of rats or chirps of crickets could be heard. So as not to make the first noise, the pair crept down the entrance stairs on the balls of their feet. The princess was wide awake. She could have easily paced up and down every single shelf and aisle. There had to have been so many books that she had never even heard of, it was hard to wrap her head around. Much to her dismay, as much as the princess could expertly read and write, she found it impossible to actually read a book. Her mind was too busy, too loud. She would read one page and forget what she had been reading for the previous three, forcing her to have to go back and repeatedly reread. One book could take her an entire month. However, she found it much easier when she could listen to someone else read aloud. It was even better if she could have her own book to follow along and make notes on the margins with. The latter was an occurrence that only happened a handful of times before as it was rare for a library to have repeat copies. Unless they were school books or particularly popular titles. The princess did not like to draw attention to the practice of hers, but she was always sure to buy two books when she held the coin purse. Without any forethought or planning, the princess turned into the first aisle with enough moonlight to see, eager to peruse at least a few titles. Perhaps she could convince Jacaerys to read them to her. She would absolutely have no luck with Lucerys if asked. He would only do so if he thought it was a joke. Another squeak in the knight’s armor made the princess halt in her step.

She turned to him sharply and whispered, “You must not come down the aisle with that torch! You’ll start a fire.”

“Princess!” He hissed as he obediently backed out of the aisle and held his torch away from anything made of parchment or wood.

“What?” She hissed back.

“You must not go far!”

“I will do what I want.”

“We don’t know who is in here!” Without another word from her knight, the princess turned on her heel and paraded away from him.

“Gods be damned!” He muttered under his breath.

She paid him no mind as her head whipped around on every angle it could to get a view of every single title possible. History, mythology, poetry, even romance. They were all organized by subject, it seemed. ‘The Love of King Jaehaerys and His Queen’ According to her father, there wasn’t much in the end. They grew at odds over the behavior of one of their daughters. The romance books never mentioned that part. Her hands jumped out to grab the spine of one titled ‘The Travels of Silverwing and Good Queen Alysanne,’ pulling it from the shelf to hug it to her body. As she walked, she wondered if any of the books had illustrations. It was rare, but some did. They were normally found in children’s books. It was expensive to hire an artist, and even more expensive to have their work replicated on more than one copy. She knew if she were to find any with them, it would be in the Royal Library or at Oldetown — but women weren’t allowed in that library. She reached out to grab another titled ‘King Jaehaerys’ Many Daughters.’ Ignoring her knight's complaints, she weaved in and out of the maze of aisles.

The princess passed by tales of the North and the Neck. There was a large section dedicated to the Isle of Faces, a place she had only scarcely heard about. She walked even deeper until she found the aisle that made her heart sing. The section dedicated to the Vale. Books on the landing of the First Men, the Winged Knight, the Mountains of the Moon. She gasped in delight before scurrying down the aisle. Her eyes drank in every single spine, searching every single title for a book on Runestone. There seemed to be none. She made it all the way down the aisle, searching high and low, before she found a small book about the Bronze Kings and added it to her collection. ‘The Mighty Histories of the Bronze Kings.’ As the princess pulled the book from the shelf, the light of several candles caught her eye. She hugged it close to the others and turned to investigate. In a small clearing tucked back in a corner, sat a table and chair stacked high with books and candles. The candles had not been lit long, wax had only just begun to pool at the bottom. Perhaps they really had interrupted someone’s study. One of the books sat open on a middle page, there was a metal bookmark located a bit deeper into the book. It looked as if they had planned on returning.

Completely at the mercy of her own curiosity, Maetilda crept forward so that she could catch a glimpse at a few of the titles. ‘The First Men of Runestone,’ ‘Robar Royce, Second of His Name, High King of the Vale,’ ‘Runesmen and Their Gilded Honor.’ That had been where all the books on Runestone had gone. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Who would want to be reading about her house and her histories? Her feet carried her farther forward so that she could see what the book laid open was about. As she took careful steps forward, she could not help but notice the words on the page were not written in characters of the common tongue. They were runes. With a hand on the current page, she flipped the front of it forward to reveal the title: ‘Magic of the First Men: Runes and Their Many Uses.’ Perhaps Aegon really had come to the library. In his drunken state, he could have felt a wave of passion. Although the King’s first son was not known to be a bookish man.

A crash sounded from one of the aisles over, causing the princess to jump back from the books. Wanting nothing more than to avoid another encounter with Aegon, she clutched the books in her possession tighter to her chest and scurried back into the maze of aisles in the direction of her knight. She nearly got lost in the expanse of it before she spotted the light from the torch he held. She was thankful he did not say a word as she silently ushered them up the stairs and out of the room. It was almost time for her knights’ shifts to switch when they had made it back to her chambers. The princess delivered Ser Gunthor one last expressionless nod as she ducked back into her assigned bedroom for the evening. With the breeze from outside still coming in through her open windows, the room finally didn’t feel as hot. Book on the Bronze Kings in hand, she crawled under the blankets and into bed. It was comfortable. Her assigned accommodations at the Red Keep were more than comfortable. Regardless, sleep evaded her. All she could think about was that abandoned stack of books.

A/N: idk i love this chapter. just be careful around open flames y’all.

xoxo messy

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Triggers: Drugging. Abuse. Voyeurism. Black Market.

What if Whumper ran a dark web only fans, and Whumpee has to endure whatever Whumper's fans pay for.

"Hello everyone, I'm here live with Whumpee", Whumper slams their hands down on Whumpee's shoulder causing a muffled groan from a gagged and muzzled Whumpee.

"The same rules apply, five dollars to elongate their suffering by five minutes. Ten dollars to elongate the torture for thirty minutes. You can pick what their punishment is for thirty dollars", Whumper walked around to the camera, "rules are simple, I won't kill them, so don't bother asking, they are how I get paid."

Whumper smiled, "as requested Whumpee has not had anything to eat or drink since our last live show a few days ago. I will be removing that request for this one, as they will need to eat and drink something after this. They've been a bit cranky lately so I will have to feed them."

"My account is open, Whumpee is very excited to see what happens", Whumper turned to Whumpee, "aren't you?"

Whumpee pulled against the ropes tying them down to the chair.

"That's the spirit", Whumper turned and watched their account filling with money, "we have some eager fans today."

Whumpee whimpered as Whumper picked up a whip.

"I'm just going to whip them until we get a request", Whumper turned to Whumpee and began the assault.

Whumpee fell forward shakingly when Whumper stopped to check the request.

"That's dam near a hundred dollars in fives and tens. Looks like we'll be here for a while", Whumper smiled into the camera, "I also see two request, and your money has been deposited."

Whumper grabbed a bottle of water and took a big drink, "first request is to give Whumpee salt water", Whumper began pouring salt into the bottle, "this is going to suck for them, they are so dehydrated from not getting water, they'll drink this right up, but the salt will suck away any water they may have."

Whumper shook the bottle as they removed the muzzle and gag.

"Drink it", Whumper shoved the bottle into Whumpee's mouth and tipped it. Whumpee started to choke as the water dumped into their mouth, but the flood didn't relent.

"The second request came from the same person, and they asked to also pour some of the salt water into Whumpee's face", Whumper yanked the bottle out of Whumpee's mouth and dumped the rest onto Whumpee's face.

Whumpee screamed as they clenched their eyes closed. They instinctively tried to lift their hands to wipe their face, but they were limited by the ropes.

As they continued to scream, Whumper replaced the gag into Whumpee's mouth.

"Those muffled cries are so sweet", Whumper walked to the camera, then eyed the account, "just a reminder I do limit these to five hour sessions, if my math is correct we are over three hours. My account will freeze when it is maxed, and it will not allow any more five dollar or ten dollar payments."

Whumpee slumped forward as tears streamed down their face. Their eyes and throat burnt from the excessive salt. Their tongue felt like it was swiveling up.

"Hmm, I like this request", Whumpee heard Whumper laugh, "do your favorite punishment to Whumpee."

Whumpee gulped.

Whumper grabbed a pair of pliers and approached Whumpee.

"My favorite punishment is to pull off fingernails. They scratched me once. After that I decided it was easier just to remove the nails instead of wasting time cutting and filing them", Whumper started to pull the nails off one by one as Whumpee screamed louder and louder.

Whumpee's throat was raw by the end, their fingers were numb as blood dripped from the tips.

Whumper walked over to the monitor, "hmm, hey Whumpee, you'll hate this, but I just received a thirty dollars request to remove your toenails. Are you ready?"

Whumpee frantically shook their head no. They pleadingly looked at Whumper as they knelt down and untied one of Whumpee's feet.

"Pwease", Whumpee begged, "pwease nuh."

Whumpee's breathing was shallow once Whumper was done. Their head bobbed as their vision began to blur.

Whumper looked sadly at the camera as their session would be ending soon.

"So we are at our final few minutes of this live session, and I have one last request that popped up. I am turning off the payments now. You all maxed me out almost instantly and got us to five hours, I'm sure Whumpee was grateful", Whumper chuckled as they looked back at Whumpee.

Whumpee's head hung back, and their breathing was struggled.

"I absolutely appreciate everyone's support on my live feed shows. It is a huge blessing", Whumper stood, "now for the last punishment to be inflicted; find my biggest hammer and take out one of Whumpee's knee caps."

Whumpee's head shot up and they looked worriedly at Whumper.

"Oh that got their attention", Whumper chuckled as they approached Whumpee threatingly, "I need to go get my hammer, be entertaining for them until I return."

Whumpee looked at the camera pleadingly then lowered their head.

Whumper came back with the hammer.

Whumpee looked up pleadingly.

"We have to do it, I've already been paid", Whumper chuckled, then raised the hammer, "it's only one knee, not like you need it."

Whumpee squeezed their eyes shut as the hammer came down.

They groaned as the hammer repeatedly hit down onto their knee.

Whumper stopped and went to the camera, "thankyou again to everyone who joined our live and all of the support. We will be back next week for another live video with Whumpee. That should give them plenty of time to recover."

Whumper turned to look at Whumpee, then backed to the camera.

"Maybe", Whumper laughed, "signing out."

Whumper untied Whumpee and dragged them back to their cell.

"Please, please", Whumpee cried out as they were lowered to the floor.

"Okay, shh. You did such a good job today", Whumper shackled Whumpee to a long chain welded into the wall, "do you want your reward?"

Whumpee wiped away some tears with their arms, leaving a trail of blood along their cheeks.

They looked at Whumper and shakingly nodded.

"Very well, let's get some food and water in you, and I'll drug you up", Whumper laughed.

Whumper helped Whumpee eat and drink.

"Yep that salt water was a harsh one", Whumper filled another cup of water and offered it to Whumpee, "get another cup in you before you become higher than a kite."

Whumpee frowned and watched Whumper move around the room, preparing the drug.

"Okay here we go", Whumper sat down and finished rolling their maraujana special, "fresh from my garden."

Whumper took a few puffs before holding it up for Whumpee.

"That's the stuff", Whumper smiled.

Whumpee started to lose consciousness after a few minutes. One final puff pushed them over the edge. They no longer felt anything. A line of drool spilled from their mouth as they fell asleep.

Whumper sat back against the wall to finish out the joint.

"Light weight", Whumper sighed.

"Get some rest, Whumpee", Whumper blew one more puff at Whumpee's face before pushing them to the floor.

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AI-less Whumptober 2024

Day 6 - Self-sacrifice

Tags/CW: superhero whump, losing control, passing out

If you've ever followed a course in relation to helping or even saving people, you've probably learned that the first step of helping people is to make sure that you don't endanger yourself by doing so.

Don't jump into the water to save someone from drowning when you don't even know how to swim. Don't run blindly into a burning building. And don't attempt to treat a bullet wound when shots are still being fired.

Even superheroes, who can famously take a bit more damage than a mundane human, have to know their limits. Not every super's powers work as proficiently in the water as they do on land. Not every super is flame-resistant. And not every super is bullet proof.

And yet, despite having the above drilled into them during many lectures as sidekicks, some heroes risk it all anyway.

Kinetica and Eclipse had already had a really long day. Without wasting too much time on details; they'd been dealing with the same two villains for weeks now. Recently they had kidnapped one of their friends, planning to use their powers to fuel their final plan: To destroy everything.

One of the villains they were dealing with called himself Prometheus. His powers were highly radioactive. His partner, Somnum, could hypnotise and control people with a mere touch and a whispered suggestion. And Borealis, the sidekick they kidnapped, had the power to either drain people of all their energy or fuel them.

They were under Somnum's control, and they were being used to fuel Prometheus so he could deal a devastating blow that would destroy everything, putting millions of lives at risk.

After a failed attempt to save Borealis, everyone had been ordered to evacuate the immediate area as the radiation levels were getting too high, but after sending the rest of the team off to safety, Kinetica and Eclipse stayed behind with a hail-mary plan.

When things seemed the most dire, Eclipse revealed that he was able to conjure up a black hole, and he planned to use it to absorb Prometheus' destructive powers before he could claim any lives. He wanted to go back alone. He was the only one who could do this, after all, but Kinetica refused to abandon him, and went with him instead.

The two of them creeped past abandoned buildings, using deserted cars in the middle of the streets to hide as they snuck back towards the epicentre of this week's calamity. Crouching behind a car, they could see three familiar figures standing atop a hill just at the edge of Central Park, a fence separating them, though that shouldn't be a problem. Prometheus was stretching a bit, while Somnum knelt in the grass, keeping Borealis docile. They had their backs turned.

Kinetica nudged Eclipse and gestured towards the fence. Eclipse nodded and held out his hand. Kinetica took it and they snuck closer together. As expected the fence was no trouble with Eclipse's power. He quietly and gently lowered them into the grass, holding out his arm when Kinetica tried to move further forward. He looked at her, then pointed at Borealis. Kinetica bit her lip, hesitating.

"Are you ready, my dear?" Prometheus suddenly said, thankfully not turning around.

"I'm ready," Somnum replied, "I've always been ready. I want to build a paradise with you! We'll build it from the ground up!"

Eclipse gave Kinetica a nudge. It was now or never. She nodded, and lowered herself further against the ground to stay out of sight for now, while Eclipse got up, approaching the couple on top of the hill.

"Hey!" he called, "This has gone on long enough!"

"Well, if it isn't Eclipse," Prometheus said as he turned around, "you just keep coming back for more, don't you?"

"This'll be the last time," Eclipse said.

"You couldn't stop me with your little friends at your side, what makes you think you can do it on your own?" Prometheus asked.

"Because now I don't have to worry about them getting caught up," Eclipse said.

Just like that he threw an arm back, pushing Somnum and Borealis away from them. Prometheus tried to retaliate, a yellow fire-like energy being thrown his way. Eclipse deflected it without issue, not having to look over his shoulder as he did so this time. He increased the gravitational pull on Prometheus, while decreasing the pull on his own, making it much harder for the villain to move around, and a lot easier for himself. He just had to stall for time until Kinetica had gotten the chance to get Borealis to a safe distance. He was sure she'd be fine.

And he was right to trust her. After Somnum and Borealis were pushed back by Eclipse, she quickly rushed in to pull their friend away from the villain’s partner, before swiftly taking him down and handcuffing him.

"Gotcha!" she huffed, before turning to her friend, "Borealis? Are you okay? Wake up!"

She had to shake them quite roughly, before they finally responded.

"C-Cas— I-I mean, Kinetica? What's happening?" they asked, rubbing their eyes a bit.

"There's no time!" Kinetica said, "We need to get as far away from here as possible!"

She pulled Somnum to his feet, forcing him to walk along as they headed back to the fence, looking over her shoulder as Eclipse continued to fight Prometheus.

"W-wait," Borealis said, "w-we can't just leave. He wants to destroy everything!"

"Eclipse can handle him," Kinetica lied, "now come on, I'll help you scale the fence— HEY!"

She cursed as Somnum suddenly pulled free from her grip, running back towards Prometheus. She chased him, and Borealis wasn't sure what else to do, so they followed her. Kinetica caught up with Somnum about halfway up the hill, trying to pull him back as he desperately called out for his partner.

"Prom! PROMETHEUS! LET HIM GO! STOP! STOP IT!"

Eclipse had Prometheus on his knees, the yellow fire-like energy swirling around him. He desperately tried to lash out in an attempt to stop Eclipse, to which he just increased the gravitational pull around him, beginning to compress Prometheus' powers into a spherical shape.

"Do you really think you can hold this?!" Prometheus yelled, "I got more where that came from!"

He released more energy, a bright flash nearly blinding them all. Kinetica, Somnum and Borealis were all knocked back. They could feel the heat, when suddenly it all retreated.

They could hear a distorted, guttural scream, before the sound seemed to numb. A pressure on their ears, as if they'd suddenly changed elevation and the air pressure inside their heads was very different from that outside.

Disoriented, Kinetica looked around to see what happened, but everything was warped. She could just about make out Eclipse, standing before an orb of yellow flames that licked around the surface of...nothingness.

The grass and dirt of the hill they stood on raised up higher, and while they should be rolling down the steeper hill, they found themselves being pulled up as well instead. Kinetica dug her heels in, grabbing a hold of both Borealis and Somnum.

"Eclipse! ECLIPSE! ECLIPSE STOP!" she screamed, but it was as if he couldn't hear her.

Granted, she could barely hear herself over the pressure in her ears. She tried to make sense of what she saw, peering at her friend. He also had his heels dug in, trying to pull away from the orb, but seeming to be stuck. Then it clicked, and she sobbed, looking at Borealis.

"H-he's lost control!" she yelled, "He can't stop! H-he's going to get sucked in! W-we all are!"

Borealis grit their teeth, peering back at Eclipse as well.

"NO!" they yelled, "It can't end now!"

They pulled themselves from Kinetica's grip, carefully trying to approach Eclipse. Kinetica screamed at them to stop, but the sound of her voice didn’t reach them. She watched as their movements slowed down as they got closer to Eclipse, until it seemed like they weren't moving at all anymore.

Meanwhile to Borealis, it was as if things got both less as well as more warped as they got closer to Eclipse, but they tried not to let that distract them.

"Eclipse!" they cried, "Eclipse hold on!"

"Stay back!" Eclipse shouted, sounding both loud yet barely audible, "I can't hold it!"

"I know!" Borealis shouted, "I have an idea!"

They managed to reach Eclipse, wrapping their arms around him, both in an attempt to comfort, and to stop themselves from getting pulled in any further. Then, they just let themselves go. They’d been struggling since Kinetica woke them up, but now they let their powers run free. They could feel themselves getting stronger, more alert, while in front of them and Eclipse, the black hole began to shrink, before eventually dissipating as Eclipse slumped against Borealis.

Everything returned to normal in a snap. The hill collapsed, nearly burying all of them. Debris rained down on them, and when things finally calmed down, Kinetica glanced around to see the collapsed fence, the water in the nearby lake sloshed violently onto the other shore, cars were piled near the fence now, rather than in the middle of the road, trees were bent, broken and uprooted, and there wasn’t any sign of Prometheus.

Even more disorienting, however, was the sun. It had been nighttime when they snuck back towards the park, and now the sun gently warmed her clammy skin. She could hear sirens in the distance, and the distinctive sound of a helicopter approaching. But never mind all that. She scrambled to her feet, slipping on the loose dirt, but she kept moving forward, crawling on hands and feet to the top of the hill.

"ECLIPSE! BOREALIS!"

At the top of the hill, a crater had formed, and Kinetica fell down. She spat out a mouthful of dirt and grass, wildly looking around until she spotted Borealis. They were hard to miss, green energy swirling around them as they slowly sat up and checked themselves over…but they felt fine. Not a single bruise or scratch. But right next to them…Eclipse wasn't moving. They reached over to check on him, but they pulled their hand back. What if they drained him too much? W-what if he…

"ECLIPSE!?"

Kinetica dropped back to her knees next to Eclipse, rolling him onto his back and quickly swiping the dirt off of his face before checking his breathing.

"K-Kinetica..." Borealis said with a sob, "d-did I—"

They got cut off when Eclipse suddenly started coughing, blinking his eyes open as he gasped for air, before coughing some more. Then he promptly sat up and spat out some dirt, before nearly falling back over. Kinetica sobbed in relieve as she steadied him, before hugging him. Eclipse...somewhat sheepishly hugged back, looking around at the carnage over her shoulder.

"C-Cass...cough! W-what did I do?"

"Y-you did it!" Kinetica said, "You saved us!"

Eclipse blinked, before gently dislodging from her embrace.

"No..." he quietly said, "N-no, I fucked up...I...I had no control....I...I-I could've killed us all."

He turned towards Borealis, swaying a bit.

"Thank you," he said, just before Kinetica had to catch him again as he passed out.

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Excerpt from a thing from an RP...doesn't really matter. I love Abbie's kiddos so much, they're so diverse UwU

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5 or 8 for Garrett with the very angsty list? :3

Hello darling,

I cracked my knuckles and faced some fenhawke, those two prompts just begged for it. There you go, hope you’ll like it!

Tis the prompt list

Regret.

[ Male Hawke x Fenris | Post breakup cutscene | CW: Blood, blood magic, a very VERY minor self-harm, hurt no comfort | 1863 words ]

8. “I regret ignoring the clear signs you gave me that you were not ready for anything serious with me. I regret wasting my time making up excuses for you because I really thought... I hoped you would change your mind one day.”

It had been like watching the storm approaching on the horizon back in Lothering, when life was easier.

Big puffy clouds starting to collect on the horizon, as Raina admitted who exactly was helping her with her swordsmanship. Innocent, looming away, beautiful to look at, even. The idea that he could still stay in the sidelines of his life.

But then, the clouds swept closer, crossed the limit of the distant hills and rolled leisurely in, getting bigger, the whipped cream feel of them starting to feel less appealing, less enticing. Raina going out more often, Fenris stopping on the door to bid her goodbye as they returned from running in the morning. Crossing Garrett’s eyes on the door, and right after looking away.

Wait some more, and the wind come in, rustling leaves sounding the alarm for everyone to run back home, something is coming. Not unkindly, but not caring how far you are from the nearest shelter: a safety call or your doom knocking on your door. Fenris slowly entering their group more, on Raina’s insistence. Raina’s frown and urge to just talk to him instead of being a grump.

They quarreled, as fiercely as they hadn’t done since… Namely, a quarrel had been in the air ever since the invasion. Ever since they were surprised by Meredith, ever since Meredith saw Garrett weaving a spell and knew, and Raina, once the Knight-Commander had gone, unironically proposed just to go back home and leave the city to the Arishok. In the moment, they couldn’t stop for Garrett to exactly give his sister a piece of his mind, and after… It was stupid to quarrel with said sister lying on a bed that may as well have been her death one. Garrett had forgotten about it, in the relief in seeing her not dying and slowly gain back her strength.

But then.

Then the cloud came in.

The first drop of rain fell and it was thick and heavy, warm and red.

He hadn’t had the time to heal himself, before Fenris started it. Thunder booming in, the storm falling in force.

With a calm Garrett didn’t think he would have had, he rose from the pavement, clenched his fist tight to stop the bleeding with pressure, and just looked at Fenris’ face, as he kept launching accuse after accuse.

By all means they were fair accuses.

He had indeed asked Merrill to teach him. They were indeed doing blood magic on the library floor. His reaction too wasn’t exactly unexpected. Merrill had told him no, the first time he asked her, for that same reason. The reaction people around them would have knowing: Merrill didn’t want him to end up like her, stranded and alone. He had laughed, made her notice she wasn’t alone anymore, and asked her again. And again. Fourth time’s the charm.

But the fact that, of all people, Fenris was the first to discover it (save Raina, of course) was so ironic it made him smile. And laugh, right after. He didn’t want to, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t help bursting out and folding in half, a hand patting his thigh as the other, the one he still hadn’t healed, coming to hold his belly.

It worked in stopping Fenris.

“I’m sorry.” The mage said, when the laughter died out. He really was. “I hadn’t understood that what I do is still any of your business.”

It stung. Fenris was stoic, but Garrett saw the minute twitch of his brow. He had spent the last three years watching him from afar -and then from not so afar-, it was by now an instinct. It didn’t help the situation, not at all.

“Can’t I be worried about you?”

“If it pleases you, sure.” Garrett went on, and remotely he heard himself with a tone of voice that was light and jolly, and hated himself. “I’m just making you notice how ill-timed it is coming here and start insulting Merrill. Merrill who is the girlfriend of the one Hawke you can still talk to without screaming may I add. And how all these accuses are out of nowhere.”

“Out of nowhere?”

Garrett stepped to the side, placing himself between the two elves.

“Garrett, it’s fine-” Merrill tried to counter, but the rest went unheard.

“-Her foolish pursuit of dangerous magic burnt all bridges she had with her family. Do you want to learn from her? Do you really want to end up like-”

“Like what?” Garrett stopped him, before he could finish. The weird merriment melting away into what lied beneath. Weirdly enough, he didn’t honestly think he was still so angry at him. Months had passed. Sure, months in which they hadn’t exchanged one word between them, not a hello, go figure talking about where they stood. “Like what, Fenris?”

Silence fell on the room. Heavy and tense, more thunder, the temperature dropping and the light fading under thick clouds.

“Like a mage without a family, running from the law and hiding?” Garrett went on. He minutely registered Raina entering the door and stopping on the threshold, Bodahn peeking beside her. “Because then I will need to ask you why it wasn’t a problem with me. Or that was the grand thing you suddenly realised that night? How kind of you to spare me the accusations then, I’m really moved.”

“Gee, that’s-”

Raina tried to intervene, stepping forward. But Garrett had no patience for his sister. Not now. And if he knew she struggled with guilt and had this stupid tendency to pick up every single ounce of blame she set her eyes upon and shoulder it as if she deserved it, the blame for causing this fight wasn’t one Garrett was willing to relieve her of. Not when she willingly brought Fenris back. He turned to her, ready to give her a piece of his mind as well.

“You have nothing to-”

"I am just asking you-” Fenris interrupted him, raising his voice just some, tone firmer to catch attention. “-to consider what you’re doing. I am not foolish enough to claim any more right on what you do. I’m just begging you not to do anything you may regret.”

“Regret.”

The word caused another fit of laughter. More bitter, less boisterous. It also brought tears to his eyes, but Garrett refuse to shed them. Not in front of him, not there, not letting him know he hurt him that deeply. Rain could wait. To distract himself, he shifted his fingers in his hand, pressing the nails over the wound of before. Sharp pain to keep his mind focused. He was Raina’s brother, after all.

“I regret ignoring the clear signs you gave me that you were not ready for anything serious with me. I regret wasting my time making up excuses for you because I really thought... I hoped you would change your mind one day.”

Another flinch in the elf, more visible this time, before he turned his eyes down. Not even Raina had words to spare in his defense, tho. She frowned, thin lips bent in a harsh line, in a mannerism that was all their mother. A gentle hand was placed on Garrett’s elbow, light as a butterfly. He was very grateful for Merrill, he really was. She was good for Raina, good company, a delight to have around, a good friend and a good teacher. In that moment, tho, even that light touch felt too much. Too soon. And not for her fault.

“Thank you for your concern.” He spat to Fenris, at last. “But it’s misplaced.”

Not bearing with the tension anymore, and having said all he had to say, Garrett stepped away. A fleeting touch over Merrill’s fingers, in a silent assurance before he took the first step. A second and a third, he walked around Fenris on Raina’s opposite side, without even looking at him anymore. He didn’t care if there was an answer, an explanation, anything coming. He took the door of the library and marched up, jumping the steps two by two and telling Bodahn everything was fine, yes he knew his hand was bleeding, he had stitches in his room. Not that he would have needed them, but there was just this much of worry about blood magic he could stomach in one hour.

He ignored the voices starting to rise from the library. Raina’s curse, louder than it should be. No door slammed, no steps outside the library, tho. But it was fine. Fine as it can be. They could be friends, he thought. It hurt they were, but no one was stopping him, and of course Raina would jump at another lost cause like a fucking raccoon in sight of a trashcan.

It was none of Garrett’s concern, not anymore.

All his concern was to close his door behind his back -it came in a slam but it wasn’t on purpose… Or not fully so. Slide down against the door, long legs bending in front of him, and take a deep breath, remembering Merrill’s instructions.

Concentrate on the sparkle of magic within him, keep in the now, keep in the body, focus on the beat of his heart, the steady -too fast- tum-tum-tum of it. Find the rhythm and draw from it, there’s a spark of magic in every living thing. No Fade, no Spirits. Just him and his own spark.

It tingled, as his skin wound up together again on his palm, slowly and unsteadily, wobblying and stammering in its track, but never stopping. Millimetre after millimetre, whisper in the back of his mind after whisper, until he was staring at his hand, full of blood, blood under his nails, his mother would have been so angry he got his nails and his shirt dirty.

But there was no more wound, there. Flexing his hand resulted in no pain at all. It wasn’t a clean work, the skin felt bumpy and jagged and he knew he would find a scar. He still had to exercise, Merrill tho talented was no healer and he knew asking Anders for help would have resulted in a harsher fight, and more of an headache. But it came much, much easier than Spirit Healing ever did.

And then, and only then, the storm let loose and rain started to fall.

He finally let go and tears started to roll down his cheeks and into his beard. There were more of them than he thought, but it was fair, he supposed. He had been saving them since that one night Fenris spent there, he may as well let those out too and concentrate on how the sadness and the loneliness felt, churning his stomach and clenching at his throat.

For all everyone always said about the dangers of blood magic -Merrill included-, he wasn’t all that worried.

Beside having a teacher that was living proof that it could be done and wasn’t a sentence to a soon and horrible death, one thing had to be said.

He could reason with the demons, at least.

Reasoning with his own emotions was a little bit harder. For now, at least.

[shadowfoxsilver]

Secrets untold of light and dark (Bonus intro)

(Ending of main plot)

“Fight me?”

A few days has passed and SFS was eager to try out her new powers. Of those at the tree, Jess seemed like the best option for fight. After all, she only fought when in danger so why not a friendly spar? SFS assumed this would go well for both of them since surely Jess would decline the offer. The key protector was rather docile and didn’t seem like she’d fight without reason on her own. So SFS explored around the tree until she spotted Jess and eagerly approached her with the question.

“I used the keys to fight Chaotic. Do you think they’d work to go against you too?” SFS asked, and Jess seemed to think rather long about the question in her usual pony form. Maybe she assumed SFS was just wondering about the limit the keys had on who could use them or if multiple beings at once could use them. It was a peculiar question, but Jess didn’t mind answering it.

“Theoretically, yes. But such a situation is highly unlikely to occur unless it is a controlled occurrence.” Jess stated simply in reply, with a shrug of her wings. “The keys magic works to support those who need it, but are far more stronger when under my command.” She noted, her wings hands moving as she spoke. “But I do wonder, what brings you to asking me that?” Her head tilted a little.

“Oh! Well you see…” SFS explained how much power she really had and how useful the keys had been in revealing her hidden potential. “So! I wondered. What would happen if we fought and both had the power of the keys? I mean, sure, your the trees protector and the keys creator so naturally….” She trailed off a little as Jess interrupted her with a chuckle.

“Well. If that is what you want. Sure. I’ll fight you with the power of the keys.” Jess remarked with a knowing smile. “But you haven’t seen what my key power form looks like. So I shall show you.” She added, SFS looking just a little happy but also a bit worried. Jess had accepted the challenge. She thought Jess would shoo her away for such a silly idea.

The trio keys appeared almost instantly around Jess, the three crystals soon becoming orbs of light that spun rapidly around her until an aura of three colors engulfed her fully and SFS had to make some effort to keep herself from getting blown back by the intensely spinning wind that had suddenly manifested. When she finally opened her eyes, she noticed already she had been transformed into her key power form. But then she looked where Jess had stood and felt her heart skip a beat.

Jess had changed rather drastically. A changeling-like pony with two front orange feet and large wings that resembled a dragons yet still insect-like. Her back feet were cloven hooves that had tufts of red trailing behind them and her long tail lined in spikes that ended in a wickedly curved stinger. Her hair, while longer, flowed in its own wind with purple highlights. Her eyes almost glowed purple as she opened them, and adjusted her glasses a bit. On her forehead was a purple changeling horn. Jess was dark grey with a purple shell and orange front legs. She saw SFS looking and stuck her forked tongue out. Then smiled revealing rows of white dagger like teeth behind her blue fangs.

“Ready?” Jess asked.

SFS nodded with a gulp, but was already realizing the horrible mistake she just made. Too late to change her mind now as Jess opened her wings and summoned the keys to her side and prepared for their fight. SFS summoned her crystal and took a fighting stance as well.

The keys creation against the flawed Shadow clone.

[fantasy-relax]

Sweet alpha, Dangerous Omega

Cassandra dimitrescu x Reader

Warning: Smut, omegaverse, some violence.

Part 2.

An alpha was a muscular, demanding and aggressive man. Leader of his household.

An omega was a small, obedient and sweet woman.  Caretaker of her children.

A beta was the common class, mediocre or talented if the Black God blessed them.  A variable.

You didn't know if it was different outside the village, you had hope that it was, maybe far from here you could find someone who would accept you as a partner, you, an alpha woman, a mistake that should have died after going through the presentation like everyone else. However you survived, twenty-three years later you are still here living in a cabin away from the others but within the limits of security, working as a lumberjack for the elders of the village who treat you with hatred and contempt.

What a life.

But you barely had money to survive, the duke had told you how much you needed to be able to leave and the price was something that you wouldn't be able to save not matter how much you try.  So you went about your day, waiting for a stroke of luck or a Lycan that will end your life.

"Repair my fence, I don't want the animals to ruining my crops" John, an old farmer had asked you, the wood was rotten and you had to redo a large part of the fence, however you knew well that he was not going to pay you more than what he already gave you. That's why they gave you a job in the first place, they knew that no one else would agree to work so hard for so little.

When you finished, the sun had already set and the temperature had dropped considerably.  Starting your way home with your ax held tightly in your hand, although dying sounded easier you weren't ready to accept it without fighting first.

"Shit!"  The scream coming from the trees caught your attention immediately.  You debated whether to approach to help or follow the path, after all it was not your problem, the strong smell of anxiety, anger and pain reached your nose, an omega, a woman because of her screams.  Your instincts took control and when you recovered you were already in front of the woman.

"Fu-ck Co-ld" Her clothing was that of a hunter, perhaps one's daughter wanted to rebel and it ended badly.  She was hugging herself with a cloak covering her and a hood covering her face. You could notice with surprise that she was taller than you. You approached carefully, taking into account the tension in her body.

"I'm going to take you to my house, tomorrow you can go back to yours but you can't stay here if the cold doesn't kill you the Lycans will-" A roar interrupted your conversation, a varcolac emerged from the trees, almost as if your comment had summoned it, the beast was covered in wounds but still had enough strength to stand and attack.

You let the savagery inside you come out growling at the beast in front of you challenging it, when it jumped you moved out of its way and put all your strength into your arm driving your ax into its neck to such a point that you couldn't pull it out again.

You ran towards the woman and without waiting for permission you picked her up in your arms, fleeing from the beast that was writhing in pain.  You didn't stop even after leaving the forest, your mind had only one thought: return to your territory where you would be safe.  Avoiding the traps you placed around as security, you hurriedly opened the door.

Trying to control your breathing you looked at the girl who was looking at you cautiously or so you thought, the darkness did not let you see her clearly.  You gently placed it on top of what you called a bed, a small mattress that you had bought from the duke, covered with the skin of the largest bear you had managed to hunt along with the stitching of other smaller animal skins as a blanket, you took off the jacket that were wearing and gave it to her so that she could cover herself more.

"Pathetic Alpha" is how they referred to you, with good reason, your home was a cabin with only one room that served as a living room, bedroom and kitchen with a warehouse that you built for wood and food. Who would want to be your partner if this was all you could offer?

You started looking for the materials to light the fireplace, trying to ignore the shame that was growing in your chest.  With the fire lit you turned to see your guest.

"You can sleep if you want, I give you my word that nothing will happen to you" With the fire providing light you could see her better; the hair that was sticking out of her hood was a dark brown, you could only see her mouth and part of her nose, she was rolled up in her cloak with your jacket on her shoulders and the blanket on her lap;  she wasn't tense anymore but she stayed alert.

"Your word have no worth to me" her voice denoted her distrust and contempt despite having saved her.  However, you did not take it to heart after all, an omega alone with an alpha had to be careful because they were violent and did not accept no as an answer to something they wanted, her caution was understandable.

Nodding you stood up and went to where you left the knives, you took the longest one you had and returning you handed it to her, she grabbed the knife firmly and easily.

"If that makes you feel safer"

"I could easily kill you"

"Do it and you'll have to keep the fire going"

She let out a soft laugh that quickly was oppressed.

You went to the trunk where you kept the few clothes you had you took out the only coat you had and put it on while you went to the warehouse, where you took the bow you used to hunt and its quiver full of arrows.

"I'm going to patrol in case the varcolac comes back"

"Do you really think you can take it down?"  You heard the mockery in her voice, at least she was honest.

"No, but at least I can blind it to give us more time to escape"

"It seems that's the only thing you're good at."

"Otherwise I would have died a long time ago, miss."

The adults were cruel and their children imitated them, your parents don't try to protect you, their contempt was clear and the hope that they would love you even a little disappeared the moment they threw you out of the house when you turned eighteen.

You left without saying more

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Cassandra followed you with her gaze until you left.  It was the first time in all her years that she had met an alpha female;  Her mother had told her that it was possible but as with omega men, there were very few, almost non-existent, as they tended to die during the presentation period.

When she presented she wanted to be one despite her mother's disdain for them, attracted by the strength and natural dominance of the dynamic, the disappointment that came from her when she presented as an omega was immense.  It was unfair!  Daniela was the one who wanted to be one!  and Bela, perfect mommy's girl Bela was everything an omega should be, responsible, maternal, virtuous and patient with a small and attractive body.  Not Cassandra, Cassandra was rude, aggressive, sadistic, impatient and impulsive, the second tallest but the most muscular, she was the complete opposite of what an omega should be.  However she was the omega and her sisters were Betas.  Her entire family were betas with the exception of her aunt Donna who was also an omega and her uncle Karl who was an alpha.

It took years for her to finally accept her dynamic, after thousands of talks with her mother, sisters, and her aunt.  So what if she didn't fit the typical image of omegas?  She was Cassandra Dimitrescu, proud daughter of Alcina Dimitrescu, of the three daughters the strongest, an excellent hunter, a fearsome warrior and a dangerous omega.

She didn't need a partner, being single was perfect for her.  And if she made sure to prolong the pain of the servants who mentioned how undesirable she was, well it was always good to inflict fear on the staff it keep them on line.

She prefer not to think about the periods of heat, where all her stupid emotions came out uncontrollably, where she just wanted to be snuggled with someone giving her all her affection and attention.

At first it was enough with just her mother and sisters but as the years went by her stupid omega side complained about the lack of the company of an alpha more and more often, now the first days she spent with her family and the last ones alone trying to deal with with sexual desire without result, her stupid body wanted the touch of an alpha, feeling empty without it, her room ended up reeking of pheromones for a month despite the maids cleaning it thoroughly, she hated the looks of compassion and sympathy that the maids omega gave her because the stupid message that her stupid pheromones sent was one of misery and loneliness, a plea for the company of a lover.

She wished she had the same abilities as Lady Beneviento who was able to suppress her omega side, leaving her practically like another beta thanks to her mutation.

But nooo, her own mutation made her more susceptible to her wild side in addition to lengthening her heat from three days to a week.

Fucking luck.

She decided to go hunting to forget that in a few more days her heat would begin. She was so concentrated that she did not notice the drop in temperature until she encountered a varcolac. She fought as best she could but was unable to use her swarm and her body was hardening little by little, she knew that it was better to accept defeat later she would return to finish off the damn mutt.  She couldn't make much progress, when she tripped over a simple branch her frustration got the better of her screaming at the top of her lungs, attracting the attention of the beast and yours apparently.

She now found herself in a decrepit cabin in a pathetic attempt at bed with a stupid alpha giving her protection she didn't need and her stupid omega was so pleased she had to bite her tongue to keep from purring.

Damn luck

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It dawned with no sign of the varcolac or any search group for the girl.  Upon entering you found her sleeping curled up in your bed, deciding to leave her like that after such a turbulent night you headed to the safe part of the forest to hunt something to eat for you and her.  You weren't the best cook but at least it will be edible.

Despite being up all night after yesterday's heavy work, you felt energized, the desire to impress the young unmated omega made your alpha jump like an excited dog it was kind of silly but it kept you on your feet so you let it be.

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Cassandra woke up when she smelled the food, she didn't even notice when she fell asleep, sitting up and more awake she noticed the smell of dirt and blood, a deer, which apparently you hunted.  The animal meat would be enough to quench her hunger for now.  She slapped her chest to stop the contented purr, of course the stupid omega of hers was flattered.

When she finished eating she felt it, she was going to enter in heat early, most likely being so close to an unmated alpha made her start earlier to encourage her to mate.  She had to leave, she had to go back to the castle but it was still too cold for her to travel, growling she approached the trunk where your clothes were and took it to the bed creating a nest, it was very small, stupid peasant alpha.  She took off her clothes and lay down under the blanket, as soon as you arrived you would be a slave to lust and you would take her savagely, with her need satisfied she would kill you and start her way back home, where her mother would reprimand her, assuming that she had already returned from her journey and her life would continue the same as always.

It was that simple.

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It was night when you returned from work, you were surprised when you don't see any news about the girl who was in your home, normally there would be lines of alphas and betas trying to find her for their own purposes, but everything continued like just another day.

When you opened the door you felt the smell like a blow, pheromones, the girl had gone into heat.  The smell clouded your reason and when you realized you were already on top of her, your face in her neck, you got up quickly but your body didn't move anymore, she let out an enraged growl and pounced towards you, lying down she sit on your lap she started to rub her face on your neck, moving her hips on your member that was barely contained in your pants, a soft chirp came from your chest; your alpha was happy with the omega's treatment, however, you didn't want to take advantage of her in that state.

You tried to pull her away from you only for her to start growling angrily right in your face daring you to move her.  Instead of getting angry at the lack of respect, both you and your alpha were pleased by the brunette's behavior.  With one hand behind her head you brought her closer to kiss her and with the other you encouraged her to rub more on your crotch.  Her growl turned into a purr which was interrupted by soft moans.

You continued like this until the brunette began to growl again, frustration and desire was what her scent said, when you felt her hand trying to take off your pants you regained some sanity, this was just her heat speaking, after this she would leave or someone would come looking for her. And what would they do to you when they knew that you had claimed her as yours? What would they do to her?

You took your hand away from her and gently pushed her until you placed her on the mattress, you kissed her neck going down to her stomach and towards her most intimate part, the smell of her desire filled your senses.

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Hugging her close with your chest on her back and three of your fingers inside her while you pressed her clitoris with your thumb, you did everything possible to please her, in your mouth you had placed one of your scarves like a muzzle, with a shirt you had tied her hands because she refused to stop touching you maybe you should have put a muzzle on her too because your arms were full of bite marks that the mischievous girl had made every time she had the opportunity, you would swear that she had even licked the blood off.

"Alpha, please, I need you inside" her voice sounded like a siren's song, tempting you to let go of the post you had tied yourself to avoid being drowned.  "It's not enough, I need you"

Whining like a beaten dog, you rested your forehead on her back, speeding up your movements while pinching her nipples, concentrating on her and not on your erection trapped inside your pants ruined by the all the times you came.

A little more just a little more, after coming so many times the haze of her heat should diminish enough for her fatigue to overcome her and she would go to sleep for a while.  Giving you enough time to go for suppressants with the duke, although that would use up half of your money it was nevertheless a necessary expense.

"I need more, why don't you take me? Don't you want me too?" You want her, you want her so much, despite having reached orgasm you felt dissatisfied, you wanted you needed to be inside her, you could feel her squeezing your fingers and you imagine how delicious it would be to feel her around you.  "Come on my alpha let me feel you inside me"

You pushed her face down onto the mattress that was already filled with sweat and cum, using your mouth and hands as you listened to her moans restricted by the sheet.

Just a little more. How much energy could she have?

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The alpha was asleep under her, it seems that the tiredness of the previous day and today was too much for a mere mortal.

Cassandra did not know whether to cry with joy or helplessness while she had come so many times reaching the point of over stimulation, her stupid omega would not be pleased until the stupid alpha push her knot and came inside her, she thought that would be an easy task, the alphas she had found were easy to seduce, she didn't even need to use her pheromones, just one look, one movement and the idiots entered the forest running to their death. But of course the first alpha woman she knew had better control than that, the damn woman made her beg! BEG! AND THE BITCH KEPT REFUSING HER. How dare she?!

She should take it by force, ride her until she was empty until she was the one who begged her for mercy, even unconsciously she could feel her cock ready to be used; easily breaking free of her restraints, the brunette lowers herself just enough to finally free your erection from your pants, licking her lips as she proceeds to have her fun and revenge.

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Opening your tired eyes, the first thing you see is your guest with her mouth wrapped around your dick. You moan when you feel how you touch the deepest part of her throat. Seeing that you are awake, she proceeds to take it out. You can clearly see a thread of saliva and semen coming out of her mouth, with a smile that sends shivers down your spine, she gives the tip a few slow licks going down towards your scrotum... Only to bite one of your testicles, your moan of pleasure transforms into one of pain, her malicious laugh reaches your ears and growling furiously you grab her face forcing her to take you completely, fucking her face fast you remove the scarf from your mouth you talk to her.

"You wanted it so much so take it slut" You see her eyes narrow with a mischievous glint in them "Bite me again and I'll turn your buttocks red, whore"

Feeling your orgasm close to her, you grab her hair, keeping her still while you finish inside her throat, making her swallow your semen. Coming to your senses, you leave her mouth, kneel and lift her into your lap hugging her, ignoring the fact that your head is at the height of her breasts.

"I'm sorry pretty girl, I shouldn't have been so rough with you" you hear a soft moan and feel her rub on your head "You just wanted my attention, forgive me" You caress her back and the small sighs she lets out make you feel guilty.

"We'll do whatever you want, darling."

You feel how her hand begins to gently caress your member until it hardens again, releasing it and moving her hips, rubbing her sex with yours. It's clear what she wants and you no longer remember why you denied her in the first place.

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Yes, yes, yes Cassandra will finally have what she wants, after seeing your good performance her desire to kill you has faded but her desire to have you has increased, she is going to capture you and keep you trapped as her personal pet, she is not going to share you with anyone, she will never let you go.

Concentrated on you, she almost didn't hear the call of her sisters through the connection with her swarm, no, no, no, why now?! The door swings open violently before you can enter inside her.

She see the moment that your instincts change from procreation to protection.

Fuck her luck.

[lilacmoon83]

Operation Castle

Also on Fanfiction.net and A03

The door to the detention block buzzed, as General Shaw swiped his badge and allowed the eye scanner to authenticate his identity. He walked down the dark hallway, his shoes being the only noise in the prison block. He approached his first destination and peered in on a blonde woman inside.

"Good afternoon, General Shaw," she said.

"Ingrid," he greeted in response.

"I trust that my information has garnered my freedom?" she asked.

"If your information on the location where you hid the scroll you used to slip into this world pans out…then yes, a discussion about your freedom may be on the table," he replied. She hissed and came into the light, wrapping her hands around the bars.

"You told me that I was free to go and be with Emma if I gave you the location of that scroll," she growled.

"And we'll discuss that further when I get the scroll and see if it is of any use to us," Shaw said.

"Besides, Ms. Swan has her parents now. I doubt she has any room in her life for you," he added, as he moved onto the next cell.

"Your information was limited to a land that was not part of the Dark Curse. All our real information has come from our wooden friend here," Shaw said, as a figure hobbled up the bars, revealing a completely wooden and adult August W. Booth.

"Without the book, we could have never come to know everything that we do about the other realms. Rumpelstiltskin was never very forthcoming and his tongue was much harder to loosen. But you have been singing like a bird, my puppet friend," Shaw said.

"Because you promised me the cure," August rasped.

"I have given you all the information you've asked for from the book that I can remember. You promised me one of the Dragon's cures," he pleaded.

"Yes…and we still don't know why the trigger reversed the magic that the Blue Fairy used to turn you back into a human child. It's more evidence that the trigger somehow punishes the liars and villains," he mused.

"Yet you jumped at the chance to help a likely enemy of your people for the chance to help yourself again," he added, as he produced a glowing potion from his jacket pocket.

"It would seem you have learned nothing, but the cure is all yours," he said, as he gave it to him. August scrambled for it and popped the cork, before downing the liquid. Shaw watched, as wood turned to flesh and August breathed a sigh of relief. The General opened the cell and let him out. August watched him wearily.

"And just so you know…I have learned. What's the catch for this magic?" he asked. The General smirked.

"You'll need another elixir every two weeks and if you want it, you'll work for me," he said. August sighed. He knew something like that was coming, but he was so desperate to be human again that he was ready to do just about anything.

"I'll be in touch. If you make contact with anyone from your land until I say it is okay, the deal is off and you'll end up in a wood chipper somewhere," Shaw warned, as he handed him a burner phone. August nodded and took the phone, before being led out by security.

"Let me out of here!" Ingrid demanded.

"Sorry…you told me of your powers and I can't risk you figuring out magic and plunging the world into an eternal winter," Shaw said.

~*~

After picking up the baby, they arrived home with everyone following. Emma opted to grab some takeout after getting Henry and soon, they were all gathered in the Charming living room, eating dinner and discussing the harrowing events of the day.

"We have to figure out what they're hiding. They know more than they're telling us," David insisted.

"We agree, mate…but you and I both know we'd never make it past that kind of security," Killian replied.

"He's right…I was their captive for three years. We must consider the possibility that there may be others," Rumple interjected.

"You think so?" Belle asked. He nodded curtly.

"I told them nothing during my time in their captivity, despite promises of freedom. I knew a lie when I heard it. Only when the magical anomalies began occurring did they reveal others had survived. Until I had that piece of information, I never considered cooperating," Rumple said.

"And others might not have that strength of will, especially if they're promised the right thing," David said.

"If we can figure magic out…then nothing they do matters. We can take down any security team and foil any of their attacks," Regina said.

"Magic worked fine in Storybrooke once you learned how to use it," Snow replied.

"What's your point?" she asked.

"She means that it didn't for you at first. What did you do to suddenly get it to work for you?" David asked.

"I…I went to my darkest place with the help of my mother's spell book. That's no longer an option," Regina replied.

"Maybe a magical object is the answer to activating it," Emma suggested.

"Which is great, except that if anything survived, they probably have it under lock and key," Regina replied. Emma deflated a bit at that. She was right…who knew if anything had survived at all and if anything did, they had no way to get to it.

"When you created the trigger, you should have warned me it could do this," Regina hissed.

"Except that I didn't create the trigger, dearie…nor the curse," he revealed.

"What?" she asked in surprise.

"We thought you wrote the curse?" David asked.

"No…it was written by a very dark being, who intended to use it much in the same way that Regina did. I am able to tell you everything about the curse, but the trigger is something of a mystery to me. I didn't pay it much mind, because I never thought you'd be foolish enough to use it," he said sternly to his old apprentice. She huffed at that. She was getting tired of being blamed for their predicament, even though she was the reason for it.

"Did you know this dark being?" Snow asked. He gave her a look and there was a long pause.

"Yes…she was called the Black Fairy," he said, offering nothing else at the moment.

"What happened to her?" Henry asked curiously.

"When she became a dark fairy, in pursuit of creating the dark curse, she was banished to a nether realm by the Blue Fairy. Only she knows of her motivations and how she came to be corrupted. Despite my attempts, the blue gnat has never loosened her foul tongue," he answered. He hated fairies and it was for a far deeper reason than they knew, but he wasn't revealing that to anyone anytime soon. He was being truthful about knowing very little about why she had done what she had.

"This is great…once again, we're nowhere," Regina said in frustration, as she watched Henry play with the baby and actually allowed herself a smile. Her son was helping him build a castle with his blocks.

"Yeah…this is a lot like the castle your Mom and Dad lived in," Henry cooed, as Bobby held up a block for him. Henry took it and put it on top. Unfortunately, the blocks toppled and fell to the floor.

"Uh oh…" Bobby said.

"It's okay…we can rebuild it, buddy," he said, as he started gathering the blocks again. With what happened next, time seemed to stand still for those few moments. Bobby giggled and clapped his hands, as several of the colorful blocks floated into the air around him.

"Oh my God…" Regina uttered.

"He…he can't be doing that," David said, equally stunned.

"He is the product of true love, dearie…if anyone has a natural aptitude for magic, it would be your children," Rumple said.

"Then how come Mom can't do it?" Henry asked.

"Theoretically, she can…we all can. Her natural ability gives her far more potential than us. But it may be that our minds and awareness are blocking our ability to harness it. The baby has no such hindrance. He's pure and innocent," Rumpe answered.

"They…they can't find out," Snow fretted, as she quickly swept him up into her arms and the fear in her eyes was palpable.

"If they find out…they'll take him away," she said, as she was almost panicking at this point. David was quick to pull them both close and kissed her hair.

"No…we won't let that happen," he said, as he looked at the others. The worry was palpable in his eyes too.

"We gotta figure out magic and soon," Emma said.

"You can't risk taking him to daycare anymore," Regina said. Snow nodded.

"Well…I don't have a job, so that won't be a problem until we have another creature or calamity pop up," she said.

"Yeah…we can't take the kid with us, but who can we trust?" Emma wondered.

"I can watch him," Henry said.

"I don't know kid…" Emma replied.

"We don't have much choice…" Rumple said. She sighed.

"You think you can handle it, kid?" she asked. He nodded.

"Bobby and I'll be fine," he assured them. They were satisfied with that for now, but Bobby figuring out magic before anyone else was causing serious anxiety. No one wanted to see some clandestine agency rip the baby away from his parents and turn him into a lab rat. But for that night, they agreed to disperse to their own homes and hope tomorrow would yield a solution to them being trapped in a world that soon might hate them.

~*~

"And you saw this?" the Knight asked the squire.

"Yes…I'm sure of it. I overheard them talking and saying that the lake was not quicksand and rather a portal. A portal that is staying open," the squire said.

"That's nonsense," one of the Knights spat, but the other one, who clearly outranked him, held his hand up.

"We do not know that for certain and no man, sane or otherwise, would jump into quicksand unless that's not what it was at all," the Knight reasoned.

"But if it is a portal…of what use would that be?" the other Knight asked.

"I don't know…but it is something that our Lord should be informed of either way," he said, as they mounted their horses and left to see Lake Nostros for themselves.

~*~

Neal had found a dive motel to stay at the night before and first thing that morning, he set out to find the place that Emma supposedly was working. He went inside the small shop on the block that was lined with many other small shops and looked around.

"Can I help you?" the receptionist asked.

"Yes…I'm looking for someone that works here," he said.

"Oh…do you need a bond for someone?" she asked.

"No actually…she's just an old friend. Emma Swan," he replied.

"Oh…I'm sorry, Emma no longer works here. She left for a new job a week or so ago," the woman said. He frowned and nodded.

"Thanks anyway," he said, as he turned to leave, when he caught the news on the television. He saw Tamara and Greg on screen, making some report from Time Square and he clenched his fist. He would find Emma…but first, he was going to make those two tell him what they had done, for he was sure they had something to do with all of this.

~*~

David peered into their son's room and sided up next to his wife, as she watched him play. He slid his arms around her waist and kissed her hair.

"Has he been floating any toys around?" he asked. She hummed.

"No…so far, it was just that once that we saw. But we know it's going to happen again," she replied.

"And we will protect our son. I know I promised you that after we got married that we'd never have to run again, but if it comes down to it…we will to save him," he said. She squeezed his hand.

"I know…" she replied.

"I don't want to leave you here alone…maybe you and the baby should come to Castle," he said. But she shook her head.

"No…as much as I want to stay close to you, it's too risky. It will look suspicious if we bring him to Castle and not to daycare and if he has another display of magic, then there will be no hiding it from them," she reasoned. He nodded and kissed her tenderly.

"Call me if you feel that something's wrong or even a little uneasy," he pleaded. She nodded and kissed him again.

"I will," she said, as she saw him off and then went back to Bobby's room.

~*~

"Where is that Principal?" Tamara asked impatiently, as they waited on their guest. They planned on interviewing the Principal from the school Mary Margaret Nolan had worked at and expose her identity first, which would easily lead to exposing her husband's identity as well. By the end of it, she'd have the public eating out her hand and turn them against those she would portray as dangerous.

"Are you sure the NSA released him this morning?" Greg asked.

"Yes…he called and said he was being released, because they have nothing to hold him on, unless they want it to go public that the NSA is involved in a cover up operation," Tamara answered.

"Yeah…he's fifteen late. Maybe he made a run for it," Greg suggested. She huffed and dialed his number and immediately got a message that the number was no longer in service.

"Dammit…he's ghosting us," Tamara cursed.

"Are you surprised? The NSA may have let him go, but probably also suggested that he steer clear of any high profile promotions or interviews. They can find someone just by pinging a cell phone. I'm sure he's more scared of them than us. He's probably in another state by now," Greg reasoned.

"What do we do now? We're on the air in five minutes!" she said hotly.

"I don't know…neither of us are real reporters. I liked it better when we were just stalking and eliminating those freaks from that damn town. And he still won't let me at that bitch that killed my father!" he exclaimed back.

"You know why…we're back in prison or worse if we step out of line. Now…we need a story or we're going back there!" she argued.

"You're the one that suggested we do some big story in Time Square! That's kind of the thing you should have a backup for!" he shouted.

"Don't blame this all on me. I'm the one that pulled you off the street and helped you find that damn town. You'd be nowhere closer to getting answers about your father if not for me," she growled.

"And yet…we're both still pawns. First for the Home Office and now for this…psychopath!" Greg said.

"Working for a psychopath…guess that shouldn't surprise me now," a voice said. Tamara froze and her eyes widened, as they turned to find Neal Cassidy standing before the.

"N…Neal?" she stammered. He smirked.

"Yeah…bet you think you're seeing a ghost, you know since you shot me and I fell through a portal," he said, as he came closer.

"How…how did you survive?" Greg questioned. Neal glared at him.

"Some friends found me and I spent the last three years trying to find my way back to my family, no thanks to you two crazy morons," he said.

"Neal…you and I both know how dangerous magic was and if you're back, you now know what it is doing to this world," she pleaded.

"Just shut up…you tried to kill my whole family and steal my son! And you're going to tell me where they are," he growled. She swallowed thickly and knew she had just moments before she was supposed to go on the air with some huge story that she didn't have.

"Wait…if you're here, then you had to come back through a portal. Where was that portal?" she asked. He scoffed.

"Like I'd tell you two anything," he replied. Before she could say more, there was a sudden tremor beneath their feet.

"What was that?" Greg asked, as they felt it again and it was stronger this time. Their eyes widened, as the concrete a few feet away cracked and a horrible shrieking was heard. They watched in disbelief, as a creature emerged from beneath the Earth.

"What is that thing?" Greg shouted, as they dodged the winged thing swooped down on them. It had snakes for hair, bat-like wings, and bleeding red eyes, with sharp fangs and claws as well.

"I think it's a Erinyes!" Neal cried, as he ducked the creature again. It screamed again and they held their ears in pain.

"What the hell is an Erinyes?!" Tamara shouted.

"More commonly known as a furie! They usually come to punish people for crimes and sometimes, even drag them to the Underworld!" he called back.

"What crime is it here to punish!?" Greg cried.

"You really want me to answer that with you two?" Neal cried back, as they ducked it again. Neal rolled away and looked around for something to use as a weapon. He found a discarded two x four near a dumpster and stood up, before swiping at it when it went by. It screeched, as he made contact and sent it flying into a building. It angrily bounced back and pursued them again. "Start filming!" Tamara said, as Greg got the camera and took cover behind a parked car, just as two black SUV's pulled up and screeched to a halt. Several people poured out of it and time seemed to stop for a moment, as shock came to them all.

"Neal?" Emma squeaked.

"Emma…"

[alteredsilicone]

Yet another Duviri lore repost from Reddit

New Lore detailed in the Duviri Fragments (Man, these are something)

So here's a list of the information we can glean about Duviri, Dominus Thrax, the Void, and the Man in the Wall from the "Lost Islands of Duviri" Fragments... Get ready for some whoppers.

The Duviri we see today is a shadow of its former glory. While time means little in Duviri, it still passes in its own, separate way from realspace-time. Long ago, Duviri was a vast archipelago of chained-together islands stretching far enough to have its own horizon.

Duviri citizens do not age while inside Duviri, however outsiders continue to age. This is seen as alien and bizarre to citizens of Duviri.

The Void is actively encroaching and closing in on Duviri. Strange events begin to occur on the outermost islands, whereafter Thrax orders them either destroyed outright or disconnected and cast into the Void (more on this later). This has led to what appears to be 60%-75% of Duviri having been lost by the time the Drifter escapes.

Near the time of Duviri's creation, a mysterious outsider who "wore his hair like snakes" appeared in Duviri, and upon meeting with Dominus Thrax, was gifted an entire island to construct a laboratory upon. His goal? To study the Void... which he apparently once studied in realspace. It is my belief that this was Albrecht Entrati; after reading this, I believe he faked his death and actually is stuck somewhere in the Void. Euleria's nightmares about her father being stuck in eternal torment may not actually be nightmares at all, but visions.

What is strangest of all these fragments is the one which describes a bizarre necropolis housing dozens upon dozens of caskets. Only, the mausoleum was not filled with bodies, but with straw-and-paper dolls in the likeness of... the Tenno. As in, the actual Operators. What's even more strange, is that the only person allowed entry into this mausoleum was Dominus Thrax himself. Nobody else was allowed to see these life-sized dolls of people from an entirely different time and plane of existence. How did Thrax even know about the Operators, and why did he build a mausoleum in the crude likeness of the Reservoir on Lua?

There was once a seriglass lighthouse on the edge of Duviri; despite there being no night in Duviri, Dominus Thrax ordered the lighthouse constructed and its light shone out beyond the limits of the archipelago. The lighthouse keeper was Mathila's husband. For eons, Mathila's husband kept the lighthouse until, one day, a Void Storm hit Duviri. Across the kingdom, it began to rain - only, it did not rain water. Instead... it rained broken links of chain. Dozens were injured in the storm, but when the gales passed, the citizens of Duviri were horrified to see the lighthouse had mysteriously been destroyed. Within its ruins, the final log of the lighthouse keeper described an immense, three-finger'd hand approaching Duviri from deep within the Void. Mathila's husband was never found.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful island in Duviri which hosted a vast statuary garden. However, one day, a mysterious pillar emerged from the ground. Over time, it grew, and then... began to move. Upon closer inspection, the Dax of Duviri discovered this pillar to not be a pillar at all, but was actually an enormous finger. Dominus Thrax had the island destroyed within the hour of this discovery, but would not tell anyone why this finger was a threat.

There was once an island dedicated to educating the progeny of Duviri's citizens. Children from across the kingdom would travel for school within the so-called "Caves of Academe." After the Rain of Chains described in point 6, however, a terrifying phenomenon began to occur. Every so often, mysterious black-eyed children would just appear in the back of classrooms without having ever entered through the door. These students would never speak a word, but would begin to laugh hysterically whenever the topic of the Void was mentioned. Even more mysterious, whenever the adult instructors would meet their students after classes, they would sometimes come face-to-face with their child selves; these, too, had tar-black eyes, and spoke nothing but chiding laughter at the mention of the Void. Thrax soon after ordered the island destroyed, yet by the time Lodun showed up to carry out the order, the island had mysteriously disappeared, and the island, and its professors, were never seen again.

There's more than what is mentioned here, but by and large I am extremely curious to learn more about Dominus Thrax. Thrax appears to know way more about what's going on in Duviri than what he lets on in the Duviri Paradox quest - which is fair, since the goal of the quest is for the Drifter to escape this hellscape. I am loving the development of the Man in the Wall and am amazed at just how fucking creepy he is. Without a doubt, Wally is my favorite character in the game, and I cannot wait to see more of him going forward.

What do you all think, am I missing anything important?